Not far from the city center, there’s a courtyard.

The Prophet people talk about resides within this courtyard; this is his home.

At the gate, a soldier stands guard.

This soldier’s attire and weapon clearly identifies him as one of the city’s guards.

The armor rate on these soldiers is very low; only a breastplate at the center of the chest. Even at the important position guarding the Prophet’s door, this remains the same.

Kane and the others followed Umberto as they headed towards the courtyard.

Umberto seemed very familiar with this city.

As soon as Umberto appeared and walked straight towards the courtyard, the soldier at the gate fixed his gaze on him.

"Halt!"

He slightly tilted the Long Spear in his hand, his eyes locked onto Umberto as he shouted loudly.

Seeing Umberto standing still without the intention to move forward, he then asked, "This is the residence of the Prophet. No entry without notification. Who are you?"

"My name is Umberto, and I’m a doctor." He said, bowing as he saluted.

Then, smiling, he addressed the soldier in front of him, "I’m here to see the Prophet and inquire about some matters."

"Wait a moment, I’ll report this."

After speaking, he glanced at Umberto, turned around, and approached someone at the gate, speaking to them before waiting outside.

Umberto was not impatient, standing quietly on the spot.

Kane and the others stood around. Kane thought the soldier might drive Umberto away.

"Do you sense anything?" Kreya looked towards the courtyard ahead, asking Kane without turning her head.

Kane nodded, pointing his finger at Umberto ahead of them, "There’s someone like him capable of controlling Magic Power within their body. It should be the Prophet they mention. His skills aren’t too impressive, likely Bronze level, no stronger than Silver."

Upon hearing Kane, Kreya nodded, touching her sideburns beside her ear with some confusion.

"With such weak skills, is he truly capable of being a Prophet?"

Foretelling requires a certain level of skill. It doesn’t seem possible for Bronze level to achieve such things.

Can someone really foresee the future with a Bronze-level Constitution and Magic Power?

"Who knows, maybe in this world, people can accomplish such feats at weaker levels, which isn’t impossible."

"That’s true."

Every world has its differences, it just depends on what those differences are and how significant they are.

While they chatted, the person who reported earlier returned.

Standing by the soldier’s ear, saying a few words, the soldier then approached Umberto.

"Alright, you can go in now."

"Thank you."

Umberto nodded, then walked through the opened gate into the courtyard.

Kane and the others followed behind, entering as well.

The courtyard ahead is enclosed by a wall around two meters high, with a green lawn laid on the ground, and a greenhouse visible in the corner not far away.

In the rear of the courtyard stood a three-story building, constructed of white marble, naturally more appealing than most buildings in the city.

Clearly, this suits the profession of a Prophet, which sounds very prestigious.

You can see workers trimming with short clippers in the lawn and greenhouse areas.

Maids are seen going in and out of the building.

A middle-aged man stood at the building entrance, dressed cleanly and neatly.

Looking at Umberto, he came forward.

"Hello, guest, please follow me."

Saying this, he turned and led the way, and Umberto wordlessly followed him towards the building.

The whole building isn’t complex; opening the door leads to a hall.

Then, the middle-aged man led them upstairs via a nearby staircase, opening a moderately sized solid wood door to reveal a relatively spacious reception room.

On the sofa in the hall sat a man looking around fifty, quietly observing.

His clothes were simple yet dignified.

Upon hearing the sound, he lifted his head; though his face showed signs of aging, his eyes were clear, brimming with Spirit.

At a glance, he seemed very healthy.

"It should be him," Kane said beside.

The Magic Power within the elderly man remains calm, but not lifeless.

Looking at Umberto, he gestured to the sofa beside him.

"Sit."

Umberto, unperturbed, approached and sat on the sofa.

The elderly man directed his gaze to the middle-aged man beside them, "You go out too, close the door."

The middle-aged man nodded, saluted, then exited the reception room, closing the door behind.

Now the reception room appeared rather quiet.

"I’ve heard of your reputation, Spirit Doctor, right?"

The elderly man, presumably the Prophet, suddenly spoke.

Staring at the elderly man, Umberto appeared somewhat puzzled but maintained a calm tone, speaking slowly, "Just a bit of a reputation."

"Why are you here to see me? No one invited you over, did they? No one’s sick here either."

Hearing his words, Umberto fixed his gaze on him, shaking his head in response, "No, someone is sick, very seriously sick."

"Hahahaha..." The elderly man looked at Umberto’s gaze, suddenly laughed heartily.

"Are you suggesting I’m the one sick? Cough, cough, cough!"

Perhaps speaking too eagerly, the elder suddenly coughed, recovering after a moment.

Beside, Kreya whispered into Kane’s ear, "Can you tell if there’s something wrong with him?"

Kane shook his head, "He looks quite healthy."

"It’s precisely an unhealthy form of health," Meizike suddenly remarked.

Kane and Kreya weren’t healers, so they didn’t have much understanding of this.

Thus, they didn’t really grasp Meizike’s meaning, because in their eyes, the old man seemed quite healthy.

As for what the old man’s state of life should be at this moment, they had no way of knowing.

"We’ve met before, haven’t we? I must have told you back then to use your abilities with caution and achieve a balance with your spirit; otherwise, it will bring calamity."

Umberto stared at the old man in front of him and said.

Upon hearing his words, the old man turned to stare at him fixedly: "I thought I might be mistaken. All these years, you’ve continued to maintain your youthful appearance without any change. Truly enviable."

"Whew..."

Taking a deep breath, Umberto slowly exhaled a circle of mist from his mouth.

The mist transformed into thin threads and wrapped around the old man’s hand.

Then the threads pulled twice, and the old man’s hand lifted slightly.

The old man did not prevent any of this.

"You’re about to merge with him. You’re about to fall to the other side."

"You!"

The old man suddenly wanted to say something, but his eyes began streaming silver liquid.

The magic power within his body also began to boil, flowing within him.

Which meant that to outsiders, this old man was beginning to disappear before their eyes.

Silver liquid flowed down from his eyes.

Neck, chest, pelvis, all the way along his legs to his insteps.

Then, the silver liquid began to envelop his body, swirling around.

The old man’s eyes also regained their spirit.

"Who are you!"

He regained his sight, and the first thing he saw was Kane and the others looking around in the lounge.

"Come..."

He wanted to continue speaking, but then he was shocked to discover his mouth was sealed.

"Don’t be startled, stay calm," Kane said as he gazed at the old man.

Seeing Kane’s eyes, the old man hastily nodded.

It was obvious these people were not to be trifled with.

Just standing in front of them made him feel suffocated and made his spirit restless.

Only then did Kane wave his hand, and the old man discovered his mouth could speak again.

Umberto, at the side, continued to calmly stare at the old man and said, "You can no longer control the spirit within your body; now, you sporadically fall to the other side until you completely disappear from people’s sight, becoming a true spirit."

Saying this, he crossed his arms against his chin and calmly locked eyes with the old man.

"Is this what you wanted?"

Only then did the old man feel truly dispirited, collapsing helplessly on the couch.

The silver liquid on his body, like a swarm of insects gathered, roiled and moved over him.

"I can no longer leave him; I can no longer leave this life. I’ve resisted, resisted all these years, until my wife died before me due to a lack of money."

Saying this, he covered his face with his hand.

"I am compelled to foresee."

Though his voice trembled, there was a clear determination to be heard.

"Is that so? Then I bid farewell."

Upon hearing this, Umberto stood up directly, unhesitatingly said, and left.

Then he waved his hand, and the mist encircling the old man’s hand formed into a bracelet, worn on his hand.

Looking at the mist bracelet on his hand, the old man stared at Umberto with some puzzlement.

"This can slightly delay your falling; enjoy your present life well."

Without waiting for the old man’s thanks, he opened the door and left the room directly.

Witnessing this, Kane thought for a moment, a mechanical orb the size of a baby’s fist appeared in his palm, and he tossed it to the corner of the wall.

The orb flew out, disappeared in a flash of magic power’s light.

"Let’s leave too."

Having said this, they all disappeared from their original spots, reappearing at the doorway outside.

Only after Kane and the others completely vanished from the room did the old man finally relax, breathing in large gulps of fresh air around him.

Meanwhile, Umberto walked down the stairs.

Even seeing the guests exit, the middle-aged man guarding the doorway kept his position without any intention to enter.

Until the old man’s voice came from inside.

"Come in."

When Umberto was walking out of the door, he noticed Kane and the others waiting for him outside.

"I’ve finished my business. I wonder if you’ve discovered anything, or if it brought you any inspiration."

Upon hearing Umberto’s words, Kane shrugged: "Maybe yes, maybe no. We’ll discuss it later; I’m not accustomed to chatting in the street."

Hearing Kane’s words, Umberto nodded.

Standing in the street talking to the air would indeed make him look peculiar, although he didn’t mind.

Following that, they promptly headed towards the city gate while it was still open.

Now, the sky was already dimming to dusk, the sun setting on the mountain, the sky aflame.

Residents heading out were also rushing back to the city.

And merchants, realizing night was near, had no choice but to stay another night in the city.

The nighttime wilderness, dark and dangerous, was not a good time to linger.