Chapter 259 Do you believe it

Lan Jun's smiling face suddenly froze. Although he was shocked, he was more angry. Anyone who was about to believe in a person would suddenly find that the other party having been playing with him would be angry.

It's just that the fat man didn't roar angrily. After froze for a while, he regained his composure. He looked at Lance with curious and strange eyes and shook his head and said, "I still don't understand. It doesn't make sense."

It really doesn't make sense. Whether it's Lance's sudden surprise at this moment or the content of his words, it doesn't make sense. Lan Jun was about to believe him. At this time, it was a strange thing to suddenly say that he still belonged to the temple, because it was difficult to imagine that someone would be stupid enough to mess up at this time, especially a seemingly dull but intelligent strong man like Lance; and the content of his words was even more incomprehensible. Because the narrative just now has told his life for nearly eight years, it is naturally impossible for him to live in the temple for ten years at the age of 16...

"It doesn't make sense, even if what you say is true, why?" Lan Jun asked puzzledly.

"Because I feel that you can trust me, so I'm going to tell you."

"Even if we are in a hostile state?"

"Ha ha, when did the college and the temple become hostile?"

"No, but your identity is different." Lan Jun said coldly.

"I said that I am not a spy of the temple, nor am I a member of the temple. The reason why I say this is that I can feel that even if you say it, you have no intention of killing me. On the contrary, you are very interested in my story. It just so happens that I also want to find someone I can trust to talk to, so put away your fake and murderous spirit. Lance smiled.

Lan Jun moved his nose speechlessly and found that although he was stronger than the other party, he was recognized by the other party at a glance, and there was nothing he could do about him. Although he is secretly wary of this teenager's ability to know people, he really can't give birth to much murder. On the contrary, he feels a little intimate, but he doesn't know where this feeling comes from for the time being. He just relies on the intuition of the strong.

"Well, pretending to be a gesture will kill you." Lan Jun raised his head and said, "You'd better tell all the stories I want to hear quickly."

Lance smiled and ignored the red-faced appearance of the other party's rough neck. He said to himself, "I have indeed practiced in the temple for ten years, but I have made people. Now in the temple, there will never be anyone who knows me and knows me. Although I have the unique skills of the temple, I'm afraid no one in the world can know how I got it.

"No one knows? I don't understand that no matter how much people like you hide themselves, no one can know you. Just now, I finally killed the two great practitioners of the Dark Council, but in fact, with the help of the Dark Swordsman, you would have killed the caster of the fantasy on the spot in the 'Eternal Night' fantasy. With such horrible judgment and fighting consciousness, I have to admit that if you and I have the same fighting spirit, I am not as good as you. Therefore, it is impossible that no one knows you in the temple.

You know, I am a sword saint, and with your high-level initial strength, combat consciousness and martial arts experience are still above me. Unless there is a more powerful paladin in the temple who is teaching you, it is impossible. But I know that there have been no paladins in the temple for many years... And your martial arts style doesn't seem to be learned from anyone, but more self-taught. If I have to say who I look like, I can only say that it is a bit like Frank, the current chief knight of the temple.

Lance sighed in his heart that he was indeed a sword saint. His eyesight was so poisonous and keen that he could tell so much information from the clues of his moves. He sincerely praised: "Well, your judgment is quite accurate. I have indeed practiced with the great knight Frank for many years, but still that, no one in the temple knows me, including the great knight.

"What did you say?" Lan Jun's eyes were full of disbelief, and this time even the other party's praise was forgotten.

"In a word, although I have been in the temple for ten years, my friends and mentors no longer know me. Do you understand this?" Lance was slightly sad, but said in a flat tone.

He asked the other party if he understood, but in fact he just asked casually. Because the matter was too strange, no matter how smart the fat man was, it was difficult to understand, so Lance planned to say something more, but suddenly found that Lan Jun had an inexplicable look at him, with a slightly solemn tone and said urgently: "I think I You may be able to understand that you keep talking."

Lance was slightly stunned, and then saw the other party's eager and sincere eyes, and couldn't help smiling again. He saved more explanations. If you have a pen, take it out now. It doesn't matter if you don't have it. I believe it's not difficult to remember a few short sentences with your cultivation and strength.

Before he finished speaking, he found that Lan Jun had taken out a goose pen from his wide white and blue clothes, and then casually tore off a piece of cloth from his exquisite clothes. Looking at Lance's eyes, the fat man laughed and said, "Don't be too surprised. I know that people with pens are very rare, especially practitioners like us. But I like to do this. In the past, I had a bad memory, but I didn't like to remember things, so I always forget things. Especially after forgetting many things that are important to me, I can't remember them even if I want to. So although I have a high cultivation and a good memory now, I hope to remember more things and see them in the future.

Lance didn't understand why a genius like the other party had a bad memory, and why the fat man was obviously laughing, but he had a faint sense of sadness when he said this, but he felt very kind, so he was more sure of what he was going to do next.

"Darson Tize, a scholar of Imperial University, was a veteran of the Three Dynasties and died in the winter of the empire in 1917." Lance suddenly said.

Although Lan Jun didn't understand why he wanted to mention an imperial scholar who had no relationship with this matter, he still began to record it. Lance did not pause and continued, "The cardinal of the Southern Temple defeated and successfully killed the orc shaman lurking inside the mainland in the summer of 1918."

The fat man continues to write...

"The college elite Pullman disappeared in the depths of the forest of Warcraft in the autumn of 1917."

The faster Lan Jun wrote, the brighter his eyes became, because he found that he seemed to have grasped something, which is why he believed in this teenager and was willing to listen to his story.

Lance did not stop, and he continued: "The super genius of the Magicians Guild, Kailo-Sett, defeated the college elite in the three holy land elite battles in 2017---

"Wait, stop, stop!" Lance was still waiting to talk, but was interrupted by the fat man's voice.

Lan Jun stopped the pen in his hand and raised his head with extremely bright eyes. With a little shock, a little expectation, and some imperceptible excitement. I just kept remembering and didn't think carefully about the meaning of what you said. So let you say a lot more. In fact, I don't usually react so slowly, but what you just said reminds me of something, so my reaction is a little slower.

"Oh?" Lance was a little surprised that the other party would feel a few words and couldn't help smiling: "So do you understand now?"

"Well, now I understand, so you don't have to go on. These are enough. Just now, I was thinking about what tricks you were playing and saying something useless. Now I suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with the time of these events... I really didn't expect that the way you used to prove yourself was a prophecy! When it comes to something at a certain time, the Pope of the temple does not have such ability, and the orc prophets absolutely do not..." The fat man stared at Lance closely, which was inexplicably.

As he said, the events described by Lance are actually very simple and plain. Whether it is the birth, old age, illness and death of the imperial bachelor, or the practice and battle of the members of the three holy places, it is just a small thing in history. However, because of the time mentioned by Lance, everything becomes not simple. Because today is November 26, 2016, that is to say, what Lance said is all things that have not happened in the future. This is also the reason why Lan Jun showed such an inexplicable expression.

"Predicting the future is the ability of the gods. I can know this, but it's just good luck or bad luck." Lance said lightly.

"Good luck or bad..." Lan Jun said a few words, and then nodded, "Okay, well said, so your past in the temple?"

"Do you believe in rebirth?" Lance stared into the fat man's eyes and asked...