It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

[Xiao Qian was held by her hand and could only follow her.

The two just walked in silence, no one spoke.

In Murataya's opinion, there is no way to bring this guy next to her into the church, so there is no need to explain too much to him. It should be enough to go through the motions and let him get familiar with the way.

After thinking for a while, she turned her head and looked at the quiet boy, looking at him with a little surprise: "Don't you want to leave here?"

The young man paused for a moment, turned his eyes to look at her, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes that were as bright as the moon.

"Leave here?" He asked softly, then lowered his eyelashes slightly, with a slight smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his tone, "After leaving here, where can I go?"

Murataya blinked and asked again: "Don't you want to go back to find them?"

"No." The boy answered without hesitation.

This made Murataya stunned for a moment, and she looked at him with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

Could it be that this guy looks gentle and cute on the outside but is actually very cold on the inside?

"What did the Godfather tell you?"

Murataya suddenly recalled the day when he was brought back and the godfather asked her to leave first and he stayed behind, so she asked tentatively.

Hearing this, the young man looked at her, his eyes curved and a faint smile appeared.

Murataya understood.

She nodded, and took him to continue walking around the island, chatting with him from time to time. 】

"There really is a very profound reason." Liu Qingyao supported his chin with one hand and stared at the screen with half-closed eyes.

Bertrand curled his lips and couldn't help but choke him: "Can't you see it from the end of my clip?"

Liu Qingyao: "I noticed it, but I think the timing is not right."

He paused, then tilted his head to look at Bertrand suspiciously: "So are you asleep or not?"

Bertrand yawned, changed his position in Gin's arms, and pointed at Liu Qingyao, "You are just jealous that I have a cushion."

Qin? Humanoid cushion? Wine: "..."

Liu Qingyao: “……?”

He slightly widened his eyes and directly reached out to grab Qianzhu's shoulders, "You are just jealous that Qianye-kun and I are sitting together!"

Bertrand: “…”

Qianzhu interrupted their "mutual harm" with a calm expression.

【…

When Murataya first went to see Xiaoye and the others, she secretly slipped a communication crystal into his bag so that she could contact him and tease him whenever she needed to.

Just as the tasks were distributed to the members below, Murataya seemed to have nothing to do, so she took out the communication crystal and contacted Xiaoye.

After a while, the call was connected on the other end, and then Xiaoye's childish and lovely voice came from the crystal.

"Who?"

Murataya chuckled twice, "It's me, dear~"

Xiaoye's movements stopped for a moment, and his tone suddenly became strange, "Hey, it turns out to be you."

Taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't see, Murataya rolled her eyes faintly, "Really, why do you speak in that tone? Don't you miss me after not seeing me for so long?"

"Get lost." Xiao Ye blurted out one word directly, then hung up the phone.

Murataya: "..."

Wow, this cheap Ou Doudou is really not cute at all when facing her! So mean!

She rolled her eyes again in anger.

Just then, a call came in from the Godfather. Murataya quickly adjusted her mood and answered the call, "Godfather? What's wrong?"

"Come here for a moment."

R's magnetic and gentle voice came, instantly calming Murataya's still somewhat impetuous mood.

"Okay." Murataya responded, got up and left the room, going to the attic on the top floor of the church.

She knocked on the door and entered.

A gentle young man with blond hair and blue eyes sat behind a desk, on which were placed basic books and writing brushes.

Murataya walked to the table with light steps.

R looked up at her and motioned for her to sit down first.

When the girl sat down on the chair, he smiled and said, "Berhofinger has been here before, right?"

"Yes, I also met Nasa and the others." Murataya nodded, paused, looked at R and asked, "What happened to him?"

R smiled as he annotated a few words on a book with a red pen in his hand. He said as he wrote, "In about two years, he will appear here again and ask you for help."

Murataya was stunned when she heard this, frowning in surprise, "Two years later? Isn't he a magician? Why would he ask a witch like me for help?"

"To resurrect a person." R smiled lightly, as if it was just an insignificant matter. Knowing that Murataya was confused, he explained a few words casually.

"His situation is special. He cannot learn the art of resurrection. Moreover, the person he wants to resurrect has been confirmed in the fate line to die at a certain time and will definitely die."

Murataya opened her eyes wide, "But the problem is, I'm a witch, I can only harm people, not save them!"

R shook his head slightly, with a big smile in his eyes.

"What are you talking about? The members of the church are all nice and kind people."

Murataya opened her mouth, but in the end, she only uttered silence: "..."

Just... worthy of being the Godfather. 】

"Uh... just a joke, the members of the church are all kind people..."

There was an indescribable complexity on Liu Qingyao's face.

other people:"……"

X, who was sitting next to R and acting as a transparent man, finally changed his posture and straightened out the wrinkles caused by being pressed. His expression was indifferent but with a hint of seriousness.

He said, "Mr. R really loves to joke."

Murataya and Kawasei Machi in the front row both burst out laughing.

There seemed to be a slight curve at the corner of Bei Lingyinwu's calm mouth.

Kawasho Mahiro looked as indifferent as ever.

R smiled but said nothing, not seeming embarrassed at all.

Some people who have personally experienced the church’s style: “…”

Yep.

The members of the church are the kind of people who will not feel at ease until they have cut the enemy into pieces themselves.

[Murataya pinched her brows and said in a complicated tone: "So I need to agree to it?"

R responded, "Yeah."

"After I agree, I won't cast a spell to revive a normal person. Let me revive someone..." Murataya thought about the scene and twitched her lips slightly. "If I really come, that guy will be heartbroken when he sees the puppet standing in front of him..."

She uttered twice: "Hehe."】

"Puppet? Zun's fake puppet? Resurrect one and let me see it." Bertrand was instantly curious.

"..."

【“You don’t need to worry about that.” R turned to the next page and continued reading.

Murataya blinked, her eyes slightly brightened: "So the Godfather will revive the person then?"

R smiled and said, "So you just need to negotiate the terms with him and agree to it."

"Conditions?" Murataya raised her eyebrows.

That’s right, making any wish to the church comes with a price, and that’s what’s called a condition.

She rested her elbows on the table, cupped her cheeks in her hands, and looked at the young man with her beautiful eyes, waiting for him to continue.

R: "As for the conditions - he needs to give his eyes."

"Ok?"

R pushed the dark blue book on the table in front of Murataya and motioned her to open it and take a look.

Murataya opened the book with great curiosity.

This book records all kinds of events, big and small, in the Blue Magician family.

R made a note on it, so she only read the key points.

She felt a little surprised when she first saw the beginning, and even more surprised after she finished it.

"So, Bechfinger's deep purple eyes showed the ability to predict when he was about sixteen years old?"

She closed the book in her hands and looked up at her godfather.

"Ah."

R also closed the book he was reading and put it aside, then picked up another book and opened it. "His ability and personality don't match, so this book is not suitable for him. A predetermined fate cannot be changed."

Murataya held her chin with one hand, "Then why can Ikaros' prophecy be changed?"

"Because Bechfinger is not a prophet." R chuckled and said, "A prophet can use various means or costs to change things, but Bechfinger can't."

"He is soft-hearted. If he really wants to change, he will just die suddenly halfway through. He won't be able to save anyone. The Eye of Prophecy will only let him see, and won't let him stop it. Although the images he can see will become clearer and clearer as time goes by, he can even feel the pain of the person predicted to die, just like experiencing the feeling of death himself. Therefore, the Eye of Prophecy must not stay on him."

R said lightly, "Besides, it was wrong for them to have this ability."

He stopped and drank the warm black tea to moisten his throat. "After you take his Eye of Prophecy off, you can give it to Ikaros. It will change his symptoms."

Murataya paused, a gleam of light flashed across her eyes, "The Eye of Prophecy is indeed more suitable for the prophet."

That's right, if she really had to choose, Murataya would choose Ikaros instead of Behefenger.

Thinking that Ikaros would not shed tears of blood as soon as he opened his eyes, Murataya was in a good mood and asked with a smile: "What's next?"

R smiled and looked at her. "What's next? Of course, I will continue to wait for him to ask for help for the second and third time..."

Hearing this, Murataya choked herself, "Huh? Twice more!?"

"The second time, you like to lure people in, so let him become a member of the church." R smiled. "As for the third time... the price will be himself. After that, he will only have less than two years left to live. But you can tell him differently then."

Murataya took a deep breath, calmed down the information she had just received, and nodded, "Okay, Godfather, do you have anything else to say?"

R pretended to think for a moment and placed a few photos in front of her. "Don't let those who came back from the dead face him in their complete state, but he can."

He said, and tapped one of the photos lightly with his fingertips.

Murataya's eyes followed the movement, and after memorizing the appearance of these people, she nodded to indicate that it was okay.

"That's it for now. I'll get back to you if there's anything wrong."

R waved his hand to send people away.

Murataya sighed, "Okay—"

She stood up and left, closing the door carefully.

"I never thought that Gugu's life would either be arranged or on the way to being arranged. How miserable."

Liu Qingyao wiped the non-existent moisture from the corners of her eyes and spoke in a sympathetic tone.

"That's right, even what happens after death is arranged clearly..." Beihefenger lay on Qianzhu with self-pity.

“But I never thought that the Eye of Prophecy was taken away from me for this reason.” Blue Ye Ye muttered softly.

"I can only say that you, little crybaby, are really soft-hearted." Matsuda Jinpei sighed and continued.

Hagiwara Kenji nodded in agreement, "That's right, Bertrand did so many things, and you forgave him so easily."

Bertrand: “?”

Bei Hefeng buried himself in Qian Zhu's arms and pretended to be dead.

【…

Murataya suddenly received an unsolicited call from Bertrand.

She answered the call in surprise, "It's raining red today? You actually took the initiative to contact me."

Bertranci snorted and reported a location directly, then said, "There is a locked up black magician here, you take care of him."

Murataya: "..."

She sighed softly, and her tone became a little cold, "So you came to me for this kind of thing."

"Okay, I get it. You guys get out of there. I'll go take care of it."

Murataya still agreed. After all, the person who was locked up was a black magician, and she could use him to vent her anger.

(Dark Mage: Are you polite?)

When she came over, Bertranci and Bechfinger had already left. According to the information left by Bertranci, Murataya entered the basement and came to the door. She clasped her elbows and said, "How pitiful! She is locked up here."

The black magician inside: "..."

Damn it, that brat actually managed to call Wu over...

Careless.

He tried to negotiate.

"Well, although black magicians and witches have always been enemies, there is no conflict between you and me, right..."

The black magician kept a low profile.

He has been locked up here for a long time, and a lot of his magic has been lost because of witchcraft. He can do something to the little blue magician, but it doesn't mean he can resist the witch outside.

The witch outside is much stronger than him...

The black magician wanted to cry but had no tears, his temper was worn away by the endless imprisonment.

Murataya chuckled, "What a coincidence! Originally, I didn't have any feelings towards black magicians, but because a guy who had just become a black magician came to assassinate me for no apparent reason, I now have no good feelings towards all black magicians."

Black magician: “…”

Oh shit! Who the hell is so arrogant?

Murataya was too lazy to continue talking to him and simply strangled him in the cage that had trapped him for so long.

Before going to the Islamic Island, she destroyed the place where the black magician was imprisoned.

After making the ruins look natural, she left satisfied. 】