The voice from the Raccoon’s mouth was crisp and girlish, which was indeed somewhat bizarre when paired with her appearance.
But there are so many strange things in the Wizard World that Ronan had long been accustomed to them.
The Raccoon poured tea for Ronan. Ronan didn’t waste words, looking around, noticing paper and pen on a nearby red desk, he quickly grabbed them and began writing detailed information about the Awakening Snake.
He had put a lot of effort into obtaining this opportunity to inquire from the most powerful Prophet Wizard at the Destiny Pendulum, so he naturally didn’t want any oversight in his questions to lead to discrepancies in the final result.
Recording everything Alazan had described to him countless times about the traits and habits of the Awakening Snake, Ronan checked it over once to ensure it was accurate, then handed the paper to the Raccoon Prophet.
Ronan paused, reconsidered and then said: "For you, to help me obtain this."
He changed his mind temporarily, attempting to ask the Raccoon directly instead of seeking mere clues.
"Such a burdensome honorific..."
The Raccoon, perceiving Ronan’s careful thought, murmured meaningfully, "That’s not the correct way to ask a question."
Ronan remained composed, merely looking calmly at the opposite side.
Fortunately, the Raccoon didn’t say much more. She took the white paper Ronan handed over, and upon seeing the sketch of the Awakening Snake he drew, the black eyes immediately showed a mix of sorrow or joy, hard to discern.
The Raccoon extended her furry paw, wiping away a few tears that squeezed out from the corner of her eye, "To see something valuable at last before dying."
Ronan asked intuitively.
The Raccoon murmured in a girlish voice: "The last guy you called a Prophet."
Ronan’s gaze flickered, but he said nothing.
By this time, the Raccoon had already put the paper down. She emerged from her sorrow, looked at Ronan, and said in a flat tone: "Unusually, there should still be a few of these kept in the Alba Family’s vaults.." Thɪs chapter is updated by novęlfire.net
"The Alba Family’s vaults?"
Ronan quickly caught on, "The Royal Treasure Vault of the Life Court?!"
Ronan’s brows furrowed tightly.
This answer was far from what he expected. He would have preferred the Awakening Snake to be hidden within some perilous ancient ruins. While difficult to obtain, there would at least be hope.
The Royal Treasure Vault of a Wizard Empire wouldn’t be easily accessible to outsiders.
To Ronan’s surprise, the Raccoon reassured him, "If you’re willing to follow my arrangements, this isn’t too difficult.
It’s just that you might need a bit of patience, waiting for the right moment, as now is not the time..."
Ronan assessed the Raccoon before him, noticing her clear eyes seemed devoid of jest.
He furrowed his brows.
Neither nodding nor shaking his head, he simply said calmly: "I understand.
My question has been answered.
Um, thank you for the tea."
The Raccoon saw Ronan rise, stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting such a reaction from him.
"You’re leaving just like that?"
She ran over from the other side of the oak round table, attempting to grab the sleeve of Ronan’s Magic Robe with her paw.
Ronan made an unnoticed sidestep, responding coldly, "Is there anything else?"
"Aren’t you curious, for example...."
The Raccoon bit her lower lip, and with one person and one beast, it looked like an infatuated maiden trying to retain a cold and heartless lover.
"Why did I choose you?"
"Why should I be curious."
Ronan replied emotionlessly, "Your choice to select me is your matter.
From start to finish, my purpose in participating in this trial was solely to seek the answer to the question I just posed to you.
Now, my purpose is fulfilled."
The Raccoon was taken aback, "You don’t believe in prophecy?"
"Whether I believe it or not, the matter itself holds no significance to me."
Ronan shook his head.
The Raccoon’s gaze flickered, her form swiftly transforming into various shapes under Ronan’s nose.
Skunk, owl, squirrel...
This dazzling transformation spell seemed, to a degree, to reflect her current mood.
Finally, she stopped, coiled up before Ronan as a snake covered in pink scales, her tone becoming more serious than ever.
"Before Igripasa died, he foresaw a great calamity brought by Abyss Demons, destined to shake the entire Upper Ring Continent.
In this calamity, he saw two key figures...
The other is Juventus, the son of the Black Witch King."
Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly. He said nothing but sat back down at the oak round table.
He wasn’t a riddle person, one who takes pleasure in stringing people along with suspense.
He was still interested in sitting down to have a good chat with the so-called New Prophet in front of him.
"Now, the calamity has already begun..."
The serious voice of the maiden came from the mouth of the pink snake. She picked up the quill pen Ronan left on the table and wrote a small line on the back of the paper containing the Awakening Snake information —[The King’s assassination, Empire’s fragmentation, chaos begins...]
Ronan glanced at the small line, slightly frowning, and spoke: "What do key figures mean?"
"They are the people capable of influencing the ultimate direction of this calamity."
The pink-scaled snake flickered its snow-white tongue, speaking in a haunting tone: "I chose you because I believe you can bring a favorable outcome.
Of course, my choice might also be wrong.
The same prophecy can have different interpretations in the hands of different people.