"No need to be nervous, Iâm not blaming you."
Luo De waved his hand casually, signaling Bai Shuang to stand up.
Managers like Prophet Bai Shuang all have a natural seed within them, and Luo De understood their loyalty.
Prophet Bai Shuang slowly stood up, his face still carrying a look of fear.
At that moment, a guard suddenly appeared at the door and reported, "My lord, a new message has arrived from the border town, level two emergency."
"Alright, bring it over."
After Luo De responded, Vivian, who was standing in the corner, quickly stepped forward to take the wooden tube containing the message.
Luo De turned to look at Prophet Bai Shuang, "You can go back first and make sure the task I assigned to you is arranged promptly."
"Yes, Saint Master."
Prophet Bai Shuang quickly bowed, his eyes always fixed on the statue in Luo Deâs hand,
"Saint Master, could I borrow this statue to try? As your most devout servant, I feel I will surely succeed in my prayers..."
"The most devout servants usually do not need the assistance of a statue."
Luo De looked at Prophet Bai Shuang, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement.
Yet he still handed the statue to Prophet Bai Shuang, "You can use it for two days, then it needs to be returned to Senda."
The Yak People still rely on the statue for their prayers to accelerate energy recovery and improve efficiency.
"Thank you for your generosity!"
Prophet Bai Shuang excitedly took the statue with both hands, carefully wrapped it in black cloth, and respectfully bowed out.
After Prophet Bai Shuang left, Vivian opened the wooden tube, took out the note, and handed it to Luo De.
Luo De looked at the small writing on it, his mouth couldnât help but curve slightly upwards,
"The Cold Blade Clan really do think highly of me."
Vivian took the note from Luo Deâs hand, carefully read it, and then threw it into the fire basin.
It detailed the movements of the border townâs rats and the gathering of several powerful knights at Frost Castle.
"What should we do next?" Vivian asked softly.
"Since they want to hunt me down, let them search."
Luo De was deep in thought as he slowly stood up,
"I havenât figured out how to deal with them yet, but now theyâve given me some ideas."
...
...
Prophet Bai Shuang clutched the statue tightly to his chest, following the soldierâs steps quickly into his own tent.
The tentâs space was narrow, with only a bed made of straw and animal skins and a fire basin.
However, it was enough for Prophet Bai Shuang himself.
"Iâll take my leave now. If you need anything, you can come find me."
The soldier nodded, saluted, and then turned to leave.
Prophet Bai Shuang bent to enter the tent and carefully placed the statue on his bed.
Then he casually took a piece of animal skin, knelt on the ground, pulled out a packet of herbs from his arms, and threw it into the fire basin. A peculiar fragrance filled the tent.
This herb was what Prophet Bai Shuang usually used to calm his mind during divination.
Immediately, Prophet Bai Shuang crossed his hands over his chest, closed his eyes, and his lips trembled slightly,
"Great Lord of Black Pine Ridge, Luo De, the Tulip Saint Master."
"You are the fountain of strength, the embodiment of wisdom."
Prophet Bai Shuangâs voice was deep and devout.
"You are the light of Black Pine Ridge, the redeemer of the Desert..."
"Please listen to the voice of your loyal servant..."
...
Bai Shuang recited the prayer with utmost devotion repeatedly.
The sky gradually darkened, and the noise from the camp outside slowly subsided, with only the occasional footsteps of patrolling soldiers heard.
Beads of sweat appeared on Prophet Bai Shuangâs forehead, his body trembling slightly from maintaining the kneeling position for so long.
But he did not stop.
Wolfhoofâs successful prayer proved everything to be true, as a prophet he was even more capable of awakening power.
"You provided us with warm homes and sufficient food..."
"You led us to conquer the Desert and dispel the cold..."
Prophet Bai Shuangâs voice grew more excited, yet he still felt nothing.
Prophet Bai Shuang couldnât help but open his eyes, staring at the statueâs majestic and handsome face.
"Please grant me the strength to serve you better!"
"Great Saint Master!"
"I will spread your glory to every corner of the world!"
Prophet Bai Shuang prostrated to the ground, extended his hands with palms upward, in a posture to receive grace.
"I beg you, respond to my devout prayer!"
At that moment, the purple gemstones in the statueâs eyes started to glow faintly.
Prophet Bai Shuang felt a faint current surge from the statue, suddenly impacting his spirit!
"Ah!"
He couldnât help but let out a low moan and immediately felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment!
As if something was being poured into Prophet Bai Shuangâs body, making him feel a rush of heat!
A wave of blazing energy emerged from every part of his body, converging together!
In an instant, Prophet Bai Shuangâs skin began to redden, sweat quickly seeping from his pores, making his dry skin glisten under the flameâs illumination!
"Magic power? Is this really magic power?!"
Prophet Bai Shuangâs voice trembled with uncontrollable joy on his face!
Yet, due to his distraction, the fiery energy within his body instantly subsided, leaving only a small, weak portion still flowing.
Prophet Bai Shuang quickly refocused, praying once more.
A moment later, the blazing energy surged again, and he felt a sharp pain in his mind.
Following that, a fiery red scene appeared in his mind.
Countless mountains wrapped in flames, crimson lava spewing from mountaintops.
In the rolling smoke, countless figures emerged, constantly approaching Prophet Bai Shuang.
And at the forefront was the object of Prophet Bai Shuangâs prayers, Saint Master Luo De!