Chapter 195: One hundred and forty-six: Conversation (2)
Having seen off Maya, Ollie looked at Margaret standing at the door, "This child’s spiritual energy has been enhanced, I can hardly imagine this is something a child under 14 could possess. You say she hasn’t even undergone enlightenment, nor has she had the ritual to awaken her spiritual energy?"
"Of course, your excellency, we humans do not preserve the profession related to Shamans and Prophets, the ’Lamps.’ You do not trust us, but would you also doubt the secrecy work of The Great Forest Land?" Margaret said this and patted her chest, "I just saw what was in the mirror too, it was terrifying. I never knew that Malin meant so much in Maya’s heart. I always thought he was just her brother who was particularly good to her, and that in her eyes, he was just very important."
"Important enough that she would not hesitate to become a Black Bride, I really can’t imagine if I really did so, whether she would kill me," said Ollie, a little frightened by the thought.
And Margaret was somewhat puzzled as she glanced at this great Divine Master, "But you are a powerful being above the second ladder, your excellency."
"No, Prophets believe in fate. Without this belief, we could not continue to exist as Prophets. Though my reason tells me that this child couldn’t harm me, my instinct tells me that she, or that gaunt young man in quirky ceremonial dress in the mirror, would certainly kill me. My end would be in her and his hands," Ollie said with a wry smile to the human girl in front of her—humans do not believe in fate, or rather, they do not like to believe in it, but Ollie, as the great Divine Master of The Great Forest Land, the Shamans who followed the Way of the Shaman, believed in fate.
For the profession of a Prophet, if one does not believe in fate, then the very foundation of that profession would cease to exist.
"... Your excellency, I find it a little hard to understand, but maybe you could meet with Lord Hoffman. Oh, and I heard that Mr. Gaiate has also returned. As Maya’s foster father, maybe you could have a talk with him," suggested Margaret with a smile.
Ollie nodded.
Indeed, child, that was precisely my intention.
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