Woos wasn’t angry at the nonsense he was spewing, rather he widened his eyes and took a good look at the man in front of him.
For normal people, the hero should be dignified and imposing, though may not necessarily be dazzling, but should be an outstanding person of integrity. But the person in front of him with the smoke in his mouth that looked like someone who got into bar fights daily definitely didn’t look like a hero.
Greenton had a head full of short dark brown hair, his body bulging with muscles. He was a good deal taller than Woos, wearing an old gray vest and shorts and tattered straw shoes. He in no way looked like a famous hero, but rather a refugee that just walked out of the slums and might beg you for food.
Not only did he look like a poor old man, after a while, you would notice that he’s a detestable poor old man!
A ridiculing look, grinning while looking down at Woos as he took a deep breath of his cigarette.
The burning tobacco let out a strange aroma, letting out smoke rings with each breath landing on Woos’ face making him cough repeatedly.
“Cough… Greenton, you’re late.”
Woos waved his hands to disperse the smoke, then held his waist as he slowly found a place nearby to sit and rest.
“I say, aren’t you too rigid? We haven’t seen each other for so long and the first thing you say is that?” Greenton laughed and found a place near Woos to sit.
“Tsk, you brat…”
Woos glared at him, pretending to be angry, but he quickly also laughed.
“Old man, how’s your body?”
“Okay, I won’t die.”
“Dying might be difficult, but if your body falls apart and you can’t straighten your back, then at that time you won’t even be able to leave your bed.”
“Cough… sigh, you’re right, when you’re old, it gets hard on your back.” Woos sighed and hammered his back.
“Uh…”
Seeing that, Greenton’s smile stiffened.
He would always joke like this with Woos before, and normally he would earnestly rebuke him then laugh.
But this time Woos didn’t retort, because his body was getting worse by the day.
“If that’s the case, then just stay at Loran Academy, why’d you come out to torture yourself?” As he said that, Greenton spat out his smoke and stamped on it, then frowned and asked, “Do you still think you’re that undefeatable grand magician? No, now you’re an useless old man, even if something did happen, you can’t help your students!”
Being directly scolded, Woos wanted to lecture him, but his back was hurting again and he didn’t have the energy to argue.
“Un, you’re right… I’m useless, I couldn’t do anything to help during this incident and almost let my students die, luckily they survived.”
“You!! Sigh…”
Seeing his resignation, Greenton didn’t continue on. He silently pulled out a smoke, shoved it in his mouth and a lit it with a flame he causally made, then took a deep breath.
Actually, he would rather Woos lecture him, because that meant he still wasn’t that old and was still that stern outstanding teacher and not this stinking old man.
Unfortunately, aging was something even a hero couldn’t reverse.
“Speaking of which, this time’s incident really surprised me. The Holy Light Church, Lesser Devils… the demons have been quiet for half a year, and we did something ourselves first.” Greenton slowly blew out some smoke and changed the topic, “Old man, I heard that the people who saved Caesar and them were Lin Tian and Yao Zi from Bamboo Academy?”
“That’s right, cough cough… to be precise, it was just Yao Zi.”
“I’ve investigated that Yao Zi before, a fifth-level magician and a complete idiot that can’t even complete a magic circle… how could she defeat the Lesser Devils?”
Based on what he knew, the Lesser Devils were sixth-level just based on their bodies and there were a lot of them that knew how to cooperate with each other, so they were like a small team. How could an idiotic fifth-level magician beat them and save Caesar and them?
By crying, shouting, or kneeling and praying?
“No, it was by herself.” Woos shook his head and quietly answered, “Yao Zi possesses the Wizard’s bloodline.”
“Wait… the Wizard’s bloodline?” When Greenton heard that, his eyes widened and he almost dropped his smoke.
He knew the real meaning of it and knew how much power it represented. If she was, then even double the number of Lesser Devils might not have injured her.
“But, why…”
“Because she isn’t fully awakened.”
“I see, no wonder I’ve never heard of it.”
“Old man, have you heard of that prophecy?”
“Prophecy? What prophecy?”
“The Pope’s prophecy.”
“Pope St.Geroge?”
“That’s right, you know that I’m not religious, so even the Pope is but a hoodlum to me… but he’s pretty good with his prophecies. I’ve heard a lot about them, how they’re always accurate, and each prophecy is always something earth-shattering!”
“Something huge? What could it be… a war?”
“No, not just a war, a calamity… named the original sin.” Greenton sighed, pinched his smoke and started seriously talking, “The prophecy says that Eileen will encounter an unprecedented calamity. It’ll wither away everything, wipe out humanity and turn the continent into a dead place… we’re powerless against such a calamity, only one person can stop it.”
“Who?”
“The one chosen by the gods.”
“Oh, so is that you?” Woos guessed.
As the strongest man on the continent, the strongest hero, it made sense that if the Goddess were to choose, it would be him.
But Woos guessed wrong.
“No, I also don’t know who that person is, but I’m sure that it isn’t me. Old man, it isn’t me…”
“Greenton…”
Who knows what kind of emotions Greenton was harboring as he said that.
Regret? Resentment? Anger? Or relief and joy of not having to be responsible.
Woos didn’t know, but he did know he definitely had a sense of helplessness at his powerlessness facing the calamity and had to entrust his fate to an unknown person.
As someone strong, he must hate this feeling of helplessness.
“The Pope’s prophecy is incomplete, the only thing we know is that the chosen one is a powerful magician, and they’re very young and are not yet aware of their mission. So I have to find them!” Greenton talked about the crucial points of the prophecy and silently stared at Woos.
Woos understood his idea.
A strong and young magician, unaware of their mission, that person, might be from Bamboo Academy, the unawakened foolish magician, Yao Zi.
“Is Yao Zi the Chosen One?”
“I’m not sure, further observation is still required, but there’s a high chance.” Greenton shook his head and suddenly lowered his voice, “This cant be rushed. Old man, before I confirm the identity of the Chosen One, you can’t leak this information.”
“Why?”
“Heh, old man, do you think this is a normal calamity? No, the enemies aren’t in the forest or the darkness.” Saying that, Greenton made a fist and pounded his left chest, “But right here, Woos, the enemies are right beside us.”
“I don’t understand, cough… but do as you see fit.”
Woos didn’t understand what he was babbling about. He already told everything he knew to Greenton, so as for saving the world and stopping the calamity, it’s better that he leaves those to strong people like him.
But then again, was Yao Zi really the Chosen One?
Her matches the prophecy, but Woos felt something was off.
He heard everything about Yao Zi’s majestic story from a lazy brat… that’s right, everything was from Lin Xiao since he and his maid were the only people there. Even if Yao Zi did indeed possess the Wizard’s bloodline, Lin Xiao couldn’t prove the rest of his story.
What if… just what if, Woos had a bold conjecture.
What if the person who multicast the Flaming Meteors, defeated the Lesser Devils and caused the earthquake wasn’t Yao Zi, but someone else…
And if that person was Lin Xiao, then what conclusions could you draw from that prophecy?
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