"Not anymore."

He released his fist that was bleeding continuously, "Since that boy can be predicted, it means that he will be very important in the future.

Tell me, can he grow into the man we've been waiting for?"

"I'm just a messenger." Vida put down his wine glass with an unnatural expression.

"The last thing I can say is that the weapon in his hand is made of mithril."

"Nicholas Flamel?"

"I have to go now."

Victor stood there very calmly until long after she left.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha"

He laughed loudly and suddenly.

Maybe after 47 years of waiting, there is finally a glimmer of hope.

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Chapter completed!