prynovel Chapter 4161 The Arrangement of "Fate"
Chapter 4161 The Arrangement of "Fate"
Chapter 4161 The Arrangement of "Fate"
The human trafficker truthfully described the "misfortune" associated with the wine glass.
After speaking, he glanced discreetly at the high priest, and seeing that the other's expression remained completely calm, his slight unease eased. Previously, other guests, upon hearing of the misfortune associated with the wine cup, would either change color drastically or avert their eyes; unlike this man, who remained as calm as if he hadn't heard a thing.
This unusual reaction made him feel uneasy.
I both hope that the other party truly doesn't care about the risk and is the guest that the great cat owner is "waiting" for, and I also fear that this calm is just a pretense.
His fingers tightened unconsciously around his cuffs, his gaze darting back and forth between the priest and the wine glass, and he even softened his breathing as he awaited the priest's reply.
The priest's reaction surprised the merchants.
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he slowly walked to the wine glass and took off his snow-white gloves. A faint golden light shimmered on his fingertips as he lightly brushed them across the center of the glass, as if he were truly touching a fragile piece of porcelain.
A moment later, he took out a handkerchief, conjured a small cluster of water droplets out of thin air, carefully wiped his fingertips clean, and then turned to the trafficker and said indifferently, "Next."
The human trafficker's eyes narrowed slightly; it seemed the guest the great cat owner was referring to was not him.
His expression remained unchanged as he gently nodded, "Guest, please come this way."
What happened next is not visible for the time being, as it has already gone beyond the live stream's field of vision.
“It’s over.” Luigi sighed in frustration. “It seems that wine cups aren’t so rare in the eyes of the Divine Order after all…”
After muttering to himself for a few moments, he frowned and pressed on, "But speaking of which, Coleman and Ice Maiden's races weren't any more common than Wineglass's. Why was he able to target Coleman but not Wineglass?"
After a moment of silence, the water clone slowly spoke: "Perhaps, it's because we're missing the 'bonus' of the Bloodstained Sect?"
When Coleman, Satan, and the Ice Maiden were targeted by the high priest of the Divine Order on the Cloud Whale Bus, there was a crucial premise—their tickets were given to them by Reginald, a member of the Blood Order.
The Divine Worshipists and the Bloodstained Faction were originally opposed. They were "targeted" at that time, perhaps not only because they were rare, but also because they had traces of the Bloodstained Faction on them.
Nowadays, the wine glass only has a little bit of "rare" on it, but no other special features. This is probably why the priest of the religious sect doesn't think much of her.
Luigi nodded in deep agreement, believing that the water clone had revealed the truth.
He turned to look at Angell, wanting to ask him what he thought. But he found Angell's expression thoughtful, as if he was pondering something.
After a long while, Angell noticed Luigi's gaze and looked up, his tone gentle: "My thoughts are a little different from yours."
"Oh?" Luigi and his water clone both cast curious glances at each other.
“The misfortune on the goblet stems from the malice of the world’s will.” Angell looked up at the screen. “This level of misfortune inevitably points to the worst possible outcome. I’ve been thinking about what the ‘greatest misfortune’ would be for the goblet. It wasn’t until I saw that high priest from the Divine Faction appear just now that I suddenly understood.”
For people in the world of ritual, being targeted and sacrificed by the religious sects is the worst possible outcome!
Because not only will the physical body die, but the spirit, consciousness, and soul will also be enslaved, never to be reborn.
Therefore, it is quite reasonable for a priest from the religious sect to appear here under these circumstances.
He might have been drawn here by the "malice of the world's will," to bring the greatest misfortune to the wine glass.
In this situation, Angell had an almost intuitive belief that what the priests of the Deities would ultimately take away was still the wine cup!
Luigi and his water clones fell silent, the faint light from the screen illuminating their faces and outlining their flickering contours.
After a moment, Luigi stroked his chin and murmured, "I feel like what you said makes sense."
"He only said 'next one' to that unscrupulous vendor, he didn't say he didn't want a glass..."
"However, if it's true, as you say, that he will eventually take the wine glass with him, that would be interesting."
Their ultimate goal in entering this instance was, from beginning to end, to enter the secret place called the "Chocolate Factory." And the only key to enter there was precisely the one chosen by the Divine Faction and offered as a sacrifice on the altar.
To outsiders, being targeted by the religious sect is the end of their misfortune, an abyss of no return; but to the wine glass, it is the only springboard to open up a path forward, an opportunity that must be seized.
The world's will clearly wanted her to perish completely, which is why it pushed this high priest who could bring "ultimate death" in front of her; but ironically, this opportunity for destruction that could crush everything was exactly the result she most desired.
Of course, the above are just their current speculations.
Whether things will go in this direction depends on whether the priest of the religious sect will ultimately choose the wine cup.
It didn't take long. A moment later, the live stream showed the human traffickers and the priest of the religious sect again.
When they appeared, the sounds of lip-reading were also simultaneously displayed on the screen.
"Honorable guest, that spirit being we just saw is our best-selling item. Not only is its species rare, but it can also be fed to leeches as a long-term blood sacrifice. It can also regulate the nervous system, making the experience of smoking black sesame more comfortable, and it's not addictive. It's definitely a great helper for home entertainment!"
"Although he's a bit old, isn't that a good thing? His blood is more refined, and he won't have any thoughts of running away..."
"Look, do you want to choose him, the Spirit Person?"
The human traffickers made a last-ditch effort to sell the elderly spirit.
However, the high priest's expression remained indifferent: "Spiritual beings are of no use to me. Black opium assistants? Even if they won't become addicted through the spiritual beings' mediation, their spirits will definitely be eroded and become incomplete, which is something that the gods cannot tolerate."
Incomplete mind? Unbearable to the gods? The human trafficker felt he was hearing some strange words.
However, he subconsciously ignored these oddities.
"What about the Stardust Winged Man from earlier? He can continuously produce array paint, he's definitely a great help in production..."
The high priest glanced at the human trafficker and shook his head slightly: "The Stardust Winged People can only produce gold dust. Compared to gold paint, I often use blood red. Blood is the best ritual paint."
Blood paint? Yet another strange value system, which the human traffickers still ignored: "Did the customer have any preference for any type of slave? Even if I don't have any, I can ask the great cat master to find a way to get them for the customer."
When he heard "Great Cat Lord," the high priest gave him a deep look, and the bloodlust hidden in his eyes slowly faded.
The high priest said slowly, "Actually, I'm more interested in you."
"?!?!" The human trafficker instinctively took a few steps back: "Sir, you..."
"However, while I am interested in you, your 'luck' makes me somewhat uncomfortable," the high priest said calmly. "Lucky lads often bring unpredictable changes, which I cannot allow. So rest assured, I will not do anything to you."
"Of course, the premise is that you have to... keep your mouth shut."
The human traffickers bowed and scraped frantically, beads of cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.
This guest was a regular, and he knew perfectly well that the other party was at least of high rank and noble status. Given his consistently cautious nature, he would never dare to utter a single word about such a person, let alone hear anything sensitive.
But... he pondered it for a moment, then felt somewhat bewildered.
He still doesn't know what sensitive news he just heard that warranted such a warning from the other party.
While the human traffickers were still pondering, the high priest's voice came again.
"...Put this cup back in for me, I want it."
The human trafficker was taken aback, then his eyes lit up with surprise. Could the "waiting" that the great cat master had mentioned really be the customer in front of him?
"Sir, I must remind you of a problem with the cup's rim..."
“I know, as I just said, I hate lucky people. On the contrary, I prefer unlucky people, because I like the feeling of unlucky ending in my hands,” the high priest said calmly.
End the misfortune? Does that mean kill the one who brings misfortune?
The trafficker dared not think too much, clearing his mind of chaotic thoughts, and forced a fawning smile: "Since the customer doesn't care about such a small matter, then I won't mention it. However, the price of this cup head..."
The high priest stared at the human trafficker: "How much did your cat's owner ask you to pay?"
The human trafficker lowered his eyes: "The Great Cat Master will not be involved in monetary matters, but as the Great Cat Master's slave, I will offer at least two hundred and fifty soul coins for this deal."
The high priest sneered: "You say it doesn't involve money, but I know the common sense that the cat lord takes half of the question and answer tax."
The human trafficker kept his head down and didn't reply.
Since the price of the wine glasses has already been subtly stated, it's impossible to change it. After all, this is a transaction protected by the great cat master.
The high priest also knew the rules of the black market, and he had no intention of provoking the cat lord... That fat cat had once been to the divine kingdom of the Chaos God, and was eventually released by the Chaos God, which already showed its extraordinary nature.
Unless absolutely necessary, we won't provoke them. This is the attitude of the devout followers towards cat owners.
It is precisely because of this attitude that the followers of the gods will be lenient towards the slaves of the cat owner—such as the human trafficker in front of us—as long as it does not cross the line.
thump—
The high priest flicked his finger, and a seemingly light cloth bag flew towards the human trafficker.
The bag bumped into the trafficker's arms, making a dull clattering sound. He didn't open the bag; just by listening to the sound and feeling its weight, he knew it contained five golden coins—the essence of a soul, each worth a hundred ordinary soul coins!
"Thank you for your hospitality, sir."
The slave trader bowed and scraped, about to raise his voice to signal his men to push over the mobile cages containing the slaves, but the high priest gently shook his head: "No need, I'll do it myself."
After speaking, he took out a silver pocket watch from his inner suit pocket, pinched the cover and gently turned it. With a creak, the watch face opened.
As the dial was opened, the "click-click" sound of the hands turning inside, though quiet, was eerily loud enough for everyone in the cage to hear.
It was as if the clicking sound was beating in my heart.
One, two, three... The moment the seventh "click" sounded, a red light suddenly emanated from the dial, wrapping the wine glass on the flatbed like soft silk.
The trafficker's pupils constricted as he watched the glass shrink visibly, as if he had entered Gulliver's Tunnel. It first shrank to the size of a child, then to the size of a palm, and finally to the size of a nut in the palm of his hand.
The high priest gently waved his hand, and the red light was pulled back, carrying the wine glass into the depths of the dial, where it disappeared.
Only when the priest closed the watch and the "click" sound completely disappeared did the trafficker snap back to reality, his back already covered in a cold sweat.
He had seen it clearly just now; the inside of the dial was engraved with twelve fine grooves, each groove containing a sacrificial offering, corresponding to a specific time point.
The seventh node is a spatial offering.
This is a typical time-space ritual!
Even the most prestigious and noble ceremonies might not be able to arrange such a top-level ceremony!
Even though the chief priest only showcased the spatial effects, it was still an eye-opening experience. At the same time, the human traffickers finally realized that their familiar customers might not just be of high rank and nobility, but perhaps even... above them!
This realization made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end instantly.
Thinking back to the high priest's words, "I'm more interested in you," now that I'm reflecting on them again, I feel a chilling coldness hidden in that calm tone.
The human traffickers seemed frozen in time, as if time had stood still.
The high priest gave him a deep look, then turned and left.
Several minutes after the high priest left, the slave trader finally caught his breath. He stopped selling slaves, went back to the room he had been in, dismissed his men, and knelt before the crystal ball placed on the high floor, whispering something...
"Great cat master, your slave offers you his loyalty..."
"..."
Angell and the others did not see the following scenes.
The live stream was completely cut off the moment the wine glass was placed into the dial, leaving only a thick black screen with no further movement.
However, they didn't care about the traffickers' feelings; their focus was on the fact that "the wine cup was successfully taken away by the priest."
Luigi slumped on the sofa, staring at the dark wine glass livestream room, and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "What kind of mess is this? They went to great lengths before, deliberately getting their hands on the Bloodstained Blood Clan's blood essence, creating a criminal geography profile on a map, and waiting for an opportunity in the vampire town... but after all that effort, it's not as good as this unintentional accident."
"The wine glass didn't even wake up from beginning to end; it just closed its eyes and 'won'!"
Just a short while ago, he was discussing with Shui that the wine glass's condition wouldn't last long and they needed to quickly discuss who would take her place.
Who could have predicted that, after going around in circles, it would be this unconscious wine glass that would make it directly into the final "round"!
And it was the chosen final round!
The contrast came so suddenly that Luigi pondered it for a long time, finding it both absurd and wondrous.
Previously, I was indignant about a wine glass sinking into sewage and being trafficked by a homeless man, but now it seems that everything was arranged by "fate".
However, the "fate" here most likely refers to the will of the world...