Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

Falling in love with you, people are in the month, dead disciples start

Looking at the goblin five who suddenly fell down, Tonelli showed a confused expression. Although he already knew that they would be clearly arranged by Mikael, but such an ending...

Thinking of this, she licked her lips, and the smell of roasted rabbit meat was still faintly lingering on her lips. Tonelli could swear to Paradise that she really didn't eat those roasted rabbits on purpose, but those roasted rabbits were really delicious. It was so fragrant that she couldn't control herself.

The roasted rabbit is delicious, the only fly in the ointment is that the quantity is too small, just a few are barely enough for a tooth sacrifice.

It is said that a girl has two stomachs, one is used to hold normal food and the other is used to hold desserts. She is a fairy from the Sea of ​​Stars, so she is naturally different from ordinary girls.At present, Tonelli can have a stomach for desserts, a stomach for barbecue, and a stomach for fruits...these are all available in different categories.

[It would be even better if there are more roasted rabbits. 】

She thought to herself, then sighed softly, curled up her body, looking weak and helpless...but very edible.

.........

Mikael ignored the fallen fairies of the Fang Clan, but looked at the fully enclosed carriage, where the last fairy was inside.

Pushing open the door of the carriage, what came into view was a cage made of rough iron. A thin goblin was lying on the thin leather, sleeping deeply.

As if sensing someone coming in, he covered his mouth and yawned, then climbed up cautiously, trying not to touch the iron fences, for ordinary fairies, iron is poisonous and deadly, even Just a simple touch can also make the skin inflamed and swollen.

No shackles were left on his hands and feet, because it was unnecessary, and as a weak elf, he could not escape the iron cage at all.

"This iron cage is really dangerous. I just fell asleep and turned over. My arm touched the railing, and it swelled up like this. Am I not your precious cargo? Can't I improve my treatment?"

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and raised his red and swollen arms and complained dissatisfiedly.

But when he opened his eyes, he found that standing outside the iron cage was not the usual five brothers of the Fang clan, but a strange white-haired young man. Let his white hair shine, and for a while he couldn't distinguish the boundary between the moonlight and the white hair.

"Is it the unlucky rookie who was arrested?"

There was a gloating smile on his face, "It's really unlucky to be caught by those five guys, but don't worry, I still have some experience as a person who has been here, and I guarantee that I can live a little more comfortably in the rest of the time."

"Of course imparting experience is not free. What do you think of me as the boss? I'm good at taking care of younger brothers."

.........

Subconsciously ignoring those meaningless nonsense, Mikael silently looked at the eloquent skinny goblin, whose thin body is estimated to be blown away by a strong wind, and if he was punched, he would surely cry Loud.

— he thought maliciously.

.........

"Really, I am the master of prophecy of the Mirror Clan, who has never been a goblin before, and who will never come after. It will definitely not hurt you to recognize me as the boss. I will help you guide the way, and ensure that you will reach the pinnacle of goblin life in the future and become the leader of the clan. It's not impossible to grow long."

After talking endlessly for so long, the thin goblin stopped talking, of course not because he noticed something abnormal, but because his throat was a little dry and he needed to rest.

"Are you an elf from the Mirror Clan?"

Suddenly, Mikael asked.

"Eh--?"

He was taken aback by Mikael's sudden opening, but the skinny goblin quickly reacted, and his slightly frustrated mood rose again, like pouring a bucket of gasoline on a fire that was about to go out.

"Of course! I am the most powerful prophet of the Mirror Clan. You can call me Lord Apocalypse. Remember to be respectful. This is a name that will soon spread throughout Britain!!"

"Apocalypse?"

Hearing this familiar name, Mikael carefully looked at the skinny goblin in the iron cage, and found that except for the messy golden hair, there was no similarity with the person in his impression, so he was relieved. Tone, I thought that a certain pure love god of war had also come here.

"Of course, have you heard of the name of the prophecy master?"

Sensing Mikael's tone, the thin goblin approached the fence and asked expectantly.

"No."

Mikael shook his head calmly.The Mirror Clan is the most special of the six elves clans. Every elf of the Mirror Clan has the ability to prophesy. The future is not cloudy for them, and it is precisely because the fairies of the Mirror Clan know that they are Fate, so I take my own life and death very lightly, and my life is peaceful and peaceful.

However, the fairies of the Mirror Clan in front of him are a bit too lively, and they are completely opposite to the rumored Fairies of the Mirror Clan, which makes Mikael doubt his real clan.

"No..."

The goblin of the Mirror Clan who called himself Apocalypse sighed long, full of resentment. After carefully looking at Mikael, he suddenly realized a problem.

"Wait a minute, weren't you captured by the fairies of the five Fang Clans?"

Mikael looked at him quite speechlessly. It was only now that he discovered such a simple fact. With the silence of the two of them, the air in the carriage fell into an eerie silence.

"Boss, you are my boss, save me quickly, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Apocalypse jumped up, and grabbed the iron fence in an excited mood. With a burst of burning pain, he let go of his hand with a ferocious face, and looked at Mikael with mixed feelings Chen, with three points of excitement, three points of gratitude, three points of flattery, and 91 points of incoherent speech.

"It's not impossible to save you, but you have to show your worth."

"I am the future famous master of prophecy in Britain, and the prophecy is super accurate."

"really?"

Mikael was noncommittal to Apocalypse's boast, but held out his hands, then clenched them into fists.

"Then how about you predict which hand the key is in? If you find the key correctly, I will save you."

"This hand!"

Before he finished speaking, Apocalypse stretched out his finger, pointing at the clenched fist of Mikael's right hand.

"Are you sure, future master of prophecy, I think you don't want to know what will happen if you guess wrong?"

"Definitely and definitely, to seal the name of the master of future prophecy, the key must be in this hand!"

Facing Mikael's inadvertent threats, although he was a little trembling, Apocalypse still insisted on his choice. If the future master of prophecy does not believe his own prophecy, is he still worthy of being called a master of prophecy?

"Then congratulations, you made the right choice."

Mikael spread out his palm, and saw an exquisitely crafted silver key lying quietly in his right palm, reflecting the bleak and pale moonlight.