Chapter 384: Tampering with the Prophecy, a Deal with Morati's Father

Morati looked like a diligent butler at this moment.

He stood by the pool, one hand covering his lower abdomen, and the other hand across his chest.

A white bath towel was hung on the arm across his chest.

His attitude made Dante a little unpredictable.

Everything seemed to be a little different from what he thought.

At this moment, Dante was carefully savoring what Morati had just said.

"The identity is fake, but the prophecy is true."

"What does he mean by this?"

Because Dante was unsure of Morati's current state, he didn't ask too much.

Fortunately, Morati seemed to see Dante's concerns.

He said calmly:

"The story begins before this city was built."

"At that time, there was a prophecy in the clan that a great lord would appear in hell in the future."

"This great lord will be recognized by the will of hell and help countless lives in hell to be redeemed."

"My father, Hugh Morati, was the high priest of the royal family at that time."

"Because I have lived too long, I can't remember how many years ago this happened."

"I only know that I was just an ignorant child at that time."

"Then my father began to train me as a lord's servant."

"He told me that I would become the lord's servant in the future."

Hearing this, Dante interrupted with some doubt:

"Then what do you mean by the deal you just mentioned?"

Facing Dante's question, Morati's tone was still calm.

If he was dressed in a black tuxedo, he would really have the flavor of a butler.

He did not look at Dante, but looked at the edge of the pool in front of him.

As if he was on guard against something.

He did not answer Dante's question immediately, but continued to talk:

"Until one day after I became an adult, my father disappeared mysteriously."

"Through secret investigation, I learned that my father was ordered to be executed by the great king at that time."

"The reason is that he privately tampered with the prophecy."

"This is the deal you just asked about."

This time Dante just nodded slightly and did not try to interrupt Morati's words.

There was no expression on Morati's face, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"My father left me a secret will, asking me to come to this location to build Morati City."

"At the same time, he also explained the content of the deal in his will."

At this point, Morati's expression changed slightly.

His tone also became excited.

"The will told me that an outsider had reached a deal with my father in private."

"That is to replace the great king in the prophecy."

"The person designated by the outsider will inherit the position of the great king."

"And the great king in the prophecy had been wiped out by the outsider before he was born."

"And during this period of time, the prophecy had already been hyped up by the royal family for dozens or hundreds of years."

"All efforts know that they will usher in a savior who will save them."

"And this savior is now you."

After listening to Morati's story, Dante roughly understood what happened.

The general meaning is that there was a prophecy in the past.

A savior will appear in the prophecy.

So the members of the royal family thought they saw the dawn, and they publicized this prophecy.

After decades of hype, this prophecy spread throughout hell.

All the creatures of hell know that a great king will be born in the future to save them.

As for how to save them, Dante has a general idea in his mind.

It is nothing more than leading these creatures of hell out of this difficult environment.

However, someone intends to intercept the last fruit.

This person reached a private deal with the high priest, attempting to tamper with the prophecy.

Obviously, this person has done it.

Otherwise, he would not be here.

But there is a contradiction in this.

That is why Shock Morati believed the words of the outsider.

After all, for the high priest, the prophecy has been confirmed, so there is no need to change people halfway.

This has no benefit for him.

And there is also a great risk.

Thinking of this, Dante was about to ask this doubt.

Morati answered first:

"And one of the bargaining chips of the transaction is to let me become a god quickly."

"As for the others, I don't know."

Hearing this, Dante's eyes narrowed.

Then he continued with Morati's words:

"So after you became a god, you built this city here to wait for my arrival?"

Morati nodded slightly.

"That's right."

"I built the city here to wait for your arrival."

"Then I will help you become the real Lord of Hell."

Dante took a deep breath and walked out of the water.

After being nourished by a lot of water, he no longer felt thirsty.

Morati hurriedly handed over the towel that had been hanging on his arm.

But Dante didn't take it.

His skin was absorbing the water drops hanging on his body.

In just a moment, the water drops disappeared.

These water drops were naturally absorbed into his body.

Dante was still skeptical of Morati's words.

It's not that he is suspicious by nature.

After all, it's just Morati's one-sided statement.

In this unfamiliar place, it's always better to be careful.

Although Morati's words are somewhat logical.

Thinking of this, Dante chuckled and said:

"Take me around?"

Hearing this, Morati bowed slightly and said:

"As you wish."

The two left the palace and came to the backyard.

There is a plantation in the backyard.

At this moment, several slaves are busy in it.

There is a bucket beside them.

At this time, they are using a ladle to scoop water from the bucket to water the plants in it.

Dante narrowed his eyes and recognized the plants at a glance.

The plants planted in this plantation are tobacco leaves.

"Use precious water to water tobacco leaves?"

"You seem to like smoking very much?"

Dante pointed at the tobacco leaves and smiled at Morati.

Morati shook his head slightly, and then explained calmly:

"This is also prepared for you."

Hearing Morati's words, Dante's expression was stunned.

Before he could speak, Morati continued:

"Each slave only needs 100 milliliters of water a day to survive."

"And growing this tobacco leaf requires about five liters of water per square meter per day."

"This plantation has existed for more than ten years."

"I can only infer the approximate time of your arrival, so I only prepared these ten years in advance."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to a warehouse-like building next to the plantation and continued:

"The tobacco leaves grown in the past ten years are stored in this warehouse."

"They have all been dried, you can use them with confidence."