"why not?"
In the collapsed hall filled with snow, Galen waited for Peter to reply.
Peter did not answer him, but suggested:
"Galen, let's make a deal."
"What do you think."
"Tomorrow, the Earl will return to Aknaiz. I just predicted through divination that he will be intercepted on the way."
Not only Galen, but also Harry opened his mouth in surprise.
Brother, is your divination accuracy so high?
"Did Marquis Wyndham send someone to do it?"
Peter nodded.
"We need your help."
This time, Galen did not refuse directly.
"Then what do I gain?"
Peter thought for a moment.
"I know that you were not the one who killed the crown prince of Tingen Kingdom. He died of myocardial infarction that night while doing piston exercises in the wild. You were framed by the princess and the princess."
Galen was startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "Your divination skills are indeed more accurate than I have ever seen, but why are you bringing this up now? I am a dead man, do you still want to help me rehabilitate?"
"No." Peter shook his head, "I'm just saying this to support what I'm going to say next -"
"Your mother is currently imprisoned in the swamp prison of the Jungle Witch Union."
Peter gave the detailed location this time.
"...The Marquis showed me her handwritten letter...she said that she had been taken to the Eastern Kingdom."
Galen's tone was not so confident.
"Have you forgotten how the wizard controlled you when you were young?" Peter smiled sarcastically.
Although Harry couldn't keep up with his brain circuit, he helped to add:
"Psychic manipulation is an area that witchcraft specializes in. Your mother may be controlled by someone."
Galen's throat moved, but he didn't say anything.
He didn't want to believe it.
Because even if it was true, there was nothing he could do.
Peter was not afraid at all that he would not agree.
"To tell you the truth, your plan to assassinate the count has been ruined. If we don't kill you tonight, the count will not step into this mansion when he comes back tomorrow. Even the low-level adventurer lying under the overpass will Knowing that the Earl's house is haunted, do you think you are still valuable to the Marquis?"
"Tomorrow, the wizard invited by the Marquis will use your skull as a medium to perform necromantic alchemy. This means that by then, your majestic witch-slaying knight will be a consumable and will not survive tomorrow."
Galen stared at him: "Why should I trust you? What if you just want to use me?"
Peter shrugged nonchalantly.
"There is nothing to lose if you don't agree to us, but you have to understand that whether the count is dead or not, you will lose your use value. Do you think the marquis will let your mother go free? Not to mention that she is still in the hands of the wizard. It's best The situation is nothing more than sending you back to the Jungle Witch Union to serve as a knife wielder for other people in need."
After hearing these words, Galen didn't know what to say.
Indeed, what he said was right, he was of no use to the Marquis.
So why should we still have hope in him?
"Do you want to cooperate? If you don't cooperate, get out of the way."
"...What are your terms?"
Galen's voice was full of exhaustion.
"When it's done, I will rescue your mother."
Galen looked at him in disbelief.
"It's just you? It takes a month and a half to get to the Northern Continent from here, even by train--"
A black feather suddenly appeared in Peter's hand.
Under the feather is a sea-blue teardrop-shaped gemstone, engraved with an ancient witch character.
"That's all."
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Harry and Peter walked out of the manor.
Harry seemed not to recognize him, and there was a strangeness in his tone.
"The divination you just made...were you trying to fool him, or were they real?"
"Of course that's true."
Peter said perfunctorily: "Brother, he lives in the world by relying on his miraculous divination skills. He is nicknamed Iron Hanging Immortal, and he always speaks good words..."
"I know that there are some diviners or prophets on the mainland who can peer into the wheel of fortune. But if you want to achieve your level of accuracy, you can even look back on past lives, and even directly predict that tomorrow's killer will be a wizard... ....This is no longer within the scope of divination.”
Harry disarmed, stepped out of the armor, and looked at him seriously.
"Who are you?"
"What can I be, a homeless man from the countryside of the Northern Continent..."
"A homeless man in the countryside of the Northern Continent will have a token from the Royal Court of Letnia? Can his swordsmanship be as good as that of a master adventurer?"
Harry didn't hold back and said what he said.
"If you don't want to say it, then I won't ask any more questions." He waved his hand, "But I won't get involved in rescuing people tomorrow. You can save yourself. I don't want to and don't dare to offend Wyndham. Marquis."
"Hey, don't!"
Peter didn't expect Harry to break up, he would have vaccinated him first.
In a sense, Harry is Peter's confidence to dare to save people. He is much more powerful than some bullshit defense ring. As long as he doesn't encounter a master of Galen's level, he can kill a few with a shield.
"You don't want to say anything, you just want me to accompany you to risk your life? Ha, actually I have long felt strange that your obsession with Philip is too..."
"Stop, stop, stop, stop."
Peter is afraid, why do you top students always do the same thing when reasoning?
"I said, I said that's it."
Harry crossed his arms and motioned for you to speak.
But soon, his calm expression was replaced by fright.
"Actually, I am a brave..."
"What did you say?!!!"
"The helper."
"?"
Peter started making up nonsense.
"It's just...well, the brave man has appeared in the world a long time ago, but he was sealed by the Demon King's army in the Youmeng Church in the capital of the Philippe Empire. He can't get out."
"?"
"That's right, Shen sleep, Shen sleep! Shen sleep, you know Shen sleep. The brave man sleeps in a place that only I can find. So what is my relationship with him? ... Fellow fellow, in fact, I am his fellow fellow."
Harry seemed to be listening to a book from heaven.
"You mean, you're going to help your fellow brave fellows break the seal?"
"That's right, brother!" Peter finished the story. "So the brave man summoned me with a command spell and asked me to help him unlock the seal. But if you want to unlock the seal, you must go to the Philippe Empire, and you must have a royal family. s help."
Harry fell silent.
"...Do you think I will believe it?"
"The symbol in your school's emblem is pronounced 'H'. Is this pronunciation correct?"
Harry's originally suspicious eyes suddenly froze.
Peter saw his reaction and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had made the right bet.
The brave men from before this world were indeed fellow Earthlings!
Well they must have left some legacy in the world, such as... language.
"As a top student at Hogwarts, you should know that among the brave men of the past, there is a kind of writing that only the brave can understand, right?"
At this time, Harry had already believed his nonsense.
Indeed, in the ancient civilization class at Longyuan, the teacher mentioned this kind of writing that only the brave could understand.
For example, the letters on the Hogwarts crest.
But it happened that Harry had studied hard on this uncomplicated language. Although he still didn't know its specific meaning, he could still pronounce a few sentences.
He had serious eyes and asked Peter word by word in a strange tone:
"ji, bian, ou, bu, bian?"
Peter subconsciously blurted out:
"Symbols look at quadrants?"
"Wo, yu, shen, ming, hua, ya?"
"Punch your mother to death."
"Luo, li, you, san, hao?"
"You are delicate and weak and can be easily pushed down."
"Yuan, Shen?"
"start up!!!"
Harry bowed his head, there was no doubt that Peter was here to save the world.
