Chapter 1250: Selected person

"So, the key to this war is also related to me?"
After calming down, I looked at the high priest indifferently, feeling that I was in an endless desolation at this moment.
The high priest smiled slightly, she 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 do you mean?"
"Your choice" the high priest leaned forward, extended his index finger, pointed at me, and slowly said: "It will determine the survival and change of the next history."
"Me? Stop joking, okay?"
"I'm not joking." The high priest shook his head. "Nor would he make a joke about history and the future."
"why me?"
"Because you are different." The high priest smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Because you are not an aboriginal in this world..."
I was shocked.
"...Also because you are the one chosen."
Obviously, I was far less interested in the last sentence than in her second sentence: "You know I am not..."
The high priest nodded: "You came here from a very far away place. You have traversed many and endlessly, and finally settled in this land, but I can feel that you do not resist Here, even trying to blend in here, this behavior of yours made me very pleased and dispelled my worries."
"...Why do you say that?"
"Because you can no longer return to the original world," the high priest said slowly.
Hearing this news, my heart did not fluctuate. I curled my lips and spread my hands again: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I don't have any nostalgia in that world. I have lived alone all the time. On the contrary, here. I have a fiancé, relatives, friends, and...er, enemies, with these people accompanying me, I think my life now is very good and fulfilling."
"Very good" the high priest smiled and said, "It is good for you to have such an idea, I hope you can have the same consciousness."
I:"?"
The high priest lightly sipped his tea and said, "Don't you have any curiosity about'you are the chosen person'?"
"Yes, I'm curious about what it means to be selected. Why am I selected? Is it because of my handsome appearance? Or because of my extraordinary temperament?"
"Ha ha ha ha" the high priest laughed: "You are really a narcissistic child who is so brazen!"
Huh?
I looked dumbfounded.
What is wrong with me?
"I can be sure that you are the chosen one because of your left arm." The high priest calmly looked at my left arm.
"Left arm!" I was shocked again, but this time the level of horror was far less than before. After all, the high priest was able to know the extraordinary person in my past, the rune on the arm, she could not see the essence at a glance !
Thinking of this, I did not hesitate to take off the metal handguard, remove the bandage, and show her the left arm covered with black and red patterns.
The moment the high priest's gaze touched the pattern, her expression became solemn, she tried to open her eyes wide, carefully examined each pattern on it, and kept rubbing it with her fingers.
Every time after reading a pattern, she would unconsciously whisper, and this whisper was full of surprise and awe.
There are many patterns on my arm, so many that can drive people with intensive phobias crazy, so the high priest who has to look carefully at each pattern several times, watching my left arm progress very slowly.
At the same time, I have a new understanding of the high priest-she has no intensive phobia.
An hour has passed, and she hasn't even finished a half of it. As I maintained the arm forward movement, I said it was really hard.
After another half an hour, the high priest still hadn't finished looking at my arm, but it was clear that her physical strength was not enough to support her to continue watching.
After taking a deep breath, the high priest sat back in the chair and panted again and again, as if he had just performed heavy manual labor.
He retracted his arm, picked up a towel from the side, stepped forward, squatted down, and began to wipe sweat on the high priest.
Her physical exertion was obviously greater than I had imagined. Sweat dripped from her wrinkled forehead and white temples. She had just wiped it clean, and her face was full of fresh sweat.
Sweating lasted for more than ten minutes. The old man was pale, lying leaning on a chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, like a nap.
"Your High Priest" I whispered, "Are you asleep?"
"Not yet..." The high priest's voice was as weak as a mosquito, but it was still clear.
Seeing the weak appearance of the high priest, I couldn't express my doubts anymore, so I sighed lightly and said, "I think you should take a good rest."
The high priest did not nod her head or object, she continued to maintain a downside position, breathing slowly.
Tie the bandage, put on the handguard, and push the door of the room open.
The two men and two women were still standing at the door, like sculptures.
"The high priest is tired, I guess she might need a quiet rest." Looking at the man who had spoken to me before, I said, "Do you have a place for people to wait and rest?"
He smiled slightly: "Please follow me."
I walked side by side with him, and soon came to the spacious and bright hall, looking for a more comfortable place, I sat down and said, "I am very curious about something.
"Please speak."
"I just said that the high priest is resting when he is tired. Why don't you go in and see if she is really resting?"
"No need" he shook his head.
"If the great priest is not resting, but..." I deliberately lowered my voice, showing a fierce look, and said, "Is it fooled by me?"
"You won't do this" he smiled: "And, even if you did, we won't blame you."
"Why is this?" I wondered: "Don't you exist to protect the safety of the high priest?"
"Not so." He shook his head and said: "Our existence is just to convey the will of the high priest, and the high priest never needs any guards, because no one wants to kill her."
"What if one day she was killed?"
"If this happens," he closed his eyes and said lightly: "It can only be said that the high priest chose to die willingly."
"Sorry, my question is a bit too much."
"No, this is not an excessive question." He shook his head and said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal in the world. As the witness of history, the high priest has already seen all this. She is not afraid of death and never longs for new life."
"That's it," I couldn't help sighing: "She is really an outsider!"
The man didn't talk to him, nor did he show any expressions. He just bowed slightly at me and said, "Do you have any more orders?"
"No."
"Then I will retire first." He turned around and was about to leave.
"Hey, wait, if the high priest wakes up..."
"If the high priest wakes up and summons you, I will come again."
Having said that, he made a beating at me, turned and disappeared around the corner.
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