Chapter 1250 The Chosen One

"So, the key to this war is also related to me?"

After calming down, I looked at the high priest calmly, feeling that I was in endless desolation at this moment.

The high priest smiled slightly, took a sip of tea and said, "You are indeed the key to this war. Not only that, you are also the key to a piece of history."

"What's the meaning?"

"Your choice" the high priest leaned forward, stretched out his index finger, pointed at me, and said slowly: "It will determine the survival and change of the following history."

"Me? Can you please stop joking?"

"I'm not joking." The high priest shook his head: "I won't joke about history and the future."

"why me?"

"Because you are different." The high priest smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Because you are not a native of this world."

I was horrified.

".Also because you are the chosen one."

Obviously, I was far less interested in that last sentence than her second: "You know I'm not."

The high priest nodded: "You came here from a very far away place, crossed many places, passed through infinity, and finally settled on this land, but I can feel that you are not resisting. Here, even trying to integrate here, your behavior makes me very happy and dispels my worries."

".Why do you say that?"

"Because you can no longer return to the original world," the high priest said slowly.

When I heard the news, I felt no fluctuation in my heart. I curled my lips and spread my hands: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I don't have any nostalgia in that world. I've had enough of being alone. On the contrary, here, I have a fiancée, relatives, friends, and, uh, enemies. With these people accompanying me, I feel that my life now is very good and fulfilling."

"Very good." The high priest smiled and said, "It's good that you have such an idea. I hope you can also have the same awareness."

I:"?"

The high priest took a sip of tea and said, "Don't you have any curiosity about 'you are the chosen one'?"

"Yes, I'm curious about what it means to be a chosen one. Why was I chosen? Was it because of my handsome appearance? Or was it because of my extraordinary temperament?"

"Hehehehe" the high priest laughed: "You are really a narcissistic and shameless child!"

Ah?

I was confused.

Are my words wrong?

"I can confirm that you are the chosen one because of your left arm." The high priest looked at my left arm calmly.

"Left arm!" I was shocked again, but this time the level of shock was far less than before. After all, the high priest is an extraordinary person who can know my past. She can't see through the nature of the runes on the arm at a glance. !

Thinking of this, I did not hesitate to take off the metal gauntlet, remove the bandage, and show her my left arm covered with black and red patterns.

The moment the high priest's eyes came into contact with the pattern, her expression became solemn. She tried to open her eyes wide and carefully looked at each pattern on it, and kept rubbing it with her fingers.

Every time after reading a pattern, she would unconsciously exclaim. This exclaim was full of surprise and awe.

There are many patterns on my arms, so many that they can drive people with trypophobia crazy, so the high priest, who had to look at each pattern several times, watched my left arm progress very slowly.

At the same time, I also gained a new understanding of the High Priest—she doesn’t have trypophobia.

An hour has passed, and she hasn't even finished reading half of it. I kept stretching my arms forward and said that it was really hard.

Another half hour passed, and the high priest still hadn't finished looking at my arm, but it was obvious that her physical strength was no longer enough to support her to continue looking at it.

Taking a deep breath, the high priest sat back in his chair, panting repeatedly, as if he had just performed heavy physical labor.

He retracted his arm, picked up a towel from the side, walked forward, squatted down, and began to wipe the sweat of the high priest.

Her physical exertion was obviously greater than I imagined. Sweat was constantly dripping from her wrinkled forehead and gray temples. She had just wiped it clean, and in the blink of an eye there was fresh sweat on her face.

The sweating lasted for more than ten minutes. The old man looked pale and was lying on the chair with his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was taking a nap.

"High Priest," I called softly, "Are you asleep?"

"Not yet." The high priest's voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzzing, but it was still clear.

Seeing the high priest's weak appearance, I couldn't help but express my doubts, so I sighed softly and said, "I think you should take a good rest."

The high priest did not nod or object. She continued to maintain her prone position and breathed slowly.

Tie the bandage, put on the gauntlet, and push open the door to the room.

The two men and two women were still standing tall and guarding the door, like sculptures.

"The high priest is tired. I guess she may need to rest quietly." Looking at the man who had spoken to me before, I said, "Do you have a place for people to wait and rest here?"

He smiled slightly: "Please come with me."

I walked side by side with him, and soon came to the spacious and bright hall, found a more comfortable seat, sat down, and said, "I'm curious about something.

"Please say."

"I just said that the high priest is resting because she is tired. Why don't you go in and see if she is really resting?"

"No need" he shook his head.

"What if the high priest is not resting, but" I deliberately lowered my voice and said with a fierce look, "I was fooled?"

"You wouldn't do that," he smiled, "and even if you do, we won't blame you."

"Why is this?" I asked in confusion: "Isn't your existence just to protect the safety of the high priest?"

"That's not the case." He shook his head and said, "We only exist to facilitate the conveyance of the high priest's will. Moreover, the high priest never needs any guards because no one wants to kill her."

"What if she is killed one day?"

"If this really happened," he closed his eyes and said calmly, "it can only be said that the high priest willingly chose death."

"Sorry, my question was a little too much."

"No, this is not an excessive problem." He shook his head and said: "Birth, aging, illness and death are normal in the human world. As a witness to history, the high priest has already seen through all this. She is not afraid of death, and she never longs for rebirth."

"So that's it" I couldn't help but sigh: "She is really a master of the world!"

The man didn't say anything, and he didn't show any expression. He just bowed slightly to me and said, "Do you have any other instructions?"

"No."

"Then I'll take my leave first." He turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute, if the high priest wakes up."

"If the high priest wakes up and summons you, I will come again."

After that, he bowed to me, turned around and disappeared around the corner.