"Shouldn't you die here?"

Hearing Wang He's words, Ivan suddenly fell silent.

"Destined? Or should he not die?" It turned out that the outcome was not up to her to decide from the beginning.

"When and where will death come to me?"

She didn't know the answer to this question.

Along the way, the twists and complexity of fate have far exceeded her abilities.

Even if she climbed from a mortal to the height of a revered god on this road, she would never be able to get the answer she wanted from anyone in the end.

At this moment, what emerged in her mind was not only the powerlessness of being the god of fate but feeling deeply rooted in her bones, but also the last glimmer of struggle, or hope.

Just like the "straw" thrown by Wang He, the so-called "truth" may be the only thing that can comfort her soul at present.

Thinking of this, her eyes gradually became clear again.

However, when she came back to her senses, she heard Wang He saying to the guarded servant: "Don't be nervous, I am a traveling businessman named Abel. I made an appointment with this lady to sell some things." Wang He said.

Crane looked at her and blinked.

"What?" Seeing this, one of the servants suppressed his somewhat dissatisfied tone and asked Wang He with a frown.

Wang He raised a finger and said: "Hush, this is a priceless secret. You can't afford the price."

Seeing this, Ivan paused for a moment, and then ordered in an adult-like tone: "Just like what this businessman said, I really want to buy something from him. He is a very important guest of mine.

Please ask him to get in the car."

"But, Miss..." One servant was about to say something, but was stopped by another person.

I heard him say hurriedly: "We have overstepped. What the eldest lady said is, please ask this gentleman to get in the car!" After saying that, he winked at the other person.

When the latter saw this, he immediately lowered his head and said nothing.

After successfully entering the carriage, Wang He leaned back on his chair leisurely and asked, "What will be the future of the two servants just now?"

"They will lose their lives completely due to tonight's assassination, but whatever happens is fine..." After Ivan finished his answer, he thought for a moment and said, "Now it's my turn to ask."

"The connection I worked so hard to establish with the World Tree was probably destroyed by your force. Since you can interfere with the mysteries involving the roots, there must be something comparable to the 'truth' you want to tell me.

Value. As you know, I am indeed seeking the truth, and 'Why was I chosen?' Now I just want to know these two answers."

"For this purpose, I can pay any price. For you, a temporary 'businessman', this is the only promise I can keep."

Wang He looked at her and shook his head, then looked out the window and said, "Miss, the things I sell don't need such a high price."

"Fate never shows mercy to anyone, or changes because of the price anyone pays. It always just lies there as it is."

"Then again, you don't know yet, right? The two servants your father hired just now actually have private contacts with the assassination organization Ji."

"The cause is very simple. One time, two people were in debt after gambling in a casino, and then they were easily hijacked by that organization. Today's incident also started with these two people. Just now, one of them thought I was

It was an internal response sent by 'Ji', so I was let in easily. But these two people didn't expect that their identities were two chess pieces that would be discarded after being used."

"Their greatest value is reflected in this place."

Ivan listened intently, then frowned and said, "What does this trivial past have to do with the truth in your mouth? At that time, I hadn't been able to meet you and get those eyes and the ability to trace back."

Wang He shook his head again: "You, you got the premise wrong. You didn't 'get' the eyes from anyone. It was your own ability. I just re-energized it."

"The so-called truth may be very different from what you imagine." After Wang He finished speaking, he left the carriage.

He raised his head, looked straight at a building in the distance, and waved to that side in a friendly manner.

It's like saying hello to an acquaintance you suddenly discovered and asking him to come over.

As a result, the servant who had helped Wang He before was immediately frightened by Wang He's actions.

"Hey! What are you doing?" he asked in a low voice.

The rapid breathing and strange intonation mixed in the sentence made him very nervous.

Wang He's next words made him feel a little relieved: "Nothing. It's not that the time has not come yet. Let's wait until the viscount and his wife come back. The matter of selling goods must be discussed slowly with the parents of the children.

Are you right?"

"Yes, yes!" the servant quickly replied.

After saying that, he immediately walked away, keeping a certain distance, looking at Wang He from time to time, not daring to make a sound, for fear of accidentally disrupting some special plan.

Time passed by like this minute by minute as the snowflakes fell.

"Do you like snow?" Wang He asked the child next to him who had just gotten off the carriage.

"I don't like it." Ivan replied almost instantly.

"Why?" Wang He looked at the sky and asked.

"Because they cover everything and hinder everything... making it difficult to see the scene behind the thick fog and clouds." Ivan thought for a while and replied.

She didn't know why she wanted to answer Wang He's strange question head-on.

However, she still followed her own thoughts.

Just as there were no seasons in her former kingdom of God, she actually didn't like changes and pursued the eternal destiny and unchanging truth.

Whether this pursuit is absolutely correct, she doesn't know.

But one difference between gods and humans is that they have a lot of time to prove their ideas.

What Wang He said in the carriage just now reminded her of a question she had never thought about before.

That is: How did she get those eyes that can see memory and death?

And what is the essence of the ability given by the eyes?

Looking back, the ability that she has mastered as if it were her own limbs is inextricably linked to the law of fate.

Although its origin and root cannot be traced, it is a pure power that is not inferior to the law of fate even if it becomes a god.

She had doubts, but she could not find a breakthrough on this issue.

Therefore, she began to look forward to all the information she could get from Wang He.

"That's really a pity!" Wang He thought for a while and sighed.

"Because even if you work hard until now, you still can't escape this snowy day that you don't like."

"Take your time...here, your parents are back." Wang He said, looking into the distance.

Ivan didn't seem to hear this.

She raised her head and looked at the gray sky.

Snow fell into her eyes again and melted gently.

It was like a miracle of fate that came to her again.

"Something will change."
Chapter completed!