Joey turns the ring, putting Sauron into sleep mode. "The Affairs Department thinks that my lighting the fire for you is an urgent matter, and your occult knowledge needs to be compensated."
"You lit the fire for me?"
"Actually, I didn't. You did it yourself. Normally, your chances of survival are slim. It's probably because you came into contact with Sovero... But you don't need to tell the Secretariat these details."
It was Cecilia, Uriel answered in his mind, it was Cecilia who set me on this path. She sets my soul on fire. But when the words came to his lips, he was unable to pronounce the name. "I won't tell anyone. But why keep it a secret?"
"Sovero involves a lot of things." Joey said vaguely, "It's very confusing. It's not good for your study. It's good for you to know."
Uriel wanted to say something, but Joey didn't give him a chance. "The first transmission from the Port of Far Light is at seven o'clock in the morning, and the tower astrologer is free of charge. Otherwise, you have to walk to the square staircase platform of the commercial street to enter Chloe." He didn't waste a second, and his voice As soon as it fell, it opened the star gap and disappeared directly.
"wait……"
Uriel couldn't figure out what the messenger was talking about. He closed the window inexplicably and felt even more uncomfortable when he looked back at this strange environment. I have to guess when? He suddenly lost his good mood.
Forget it, ask Sauron the Ring tomorrow. Uriel didn't see any electric light in the room. He groped towards the wall in the darkness and finally caught the cactus on the cabinet. Although the conversation with Sauron was not very pleasant, at least he could speak clearly. "Goddess Gaia is on top." In the end, he had no choice but to pray and let the light of divine magic illuminate the room.
…
The next day he woke up from hunger and realized that there were still many things that needed to be added to the house, but he had completely wasted yesterday evening on reminiscing about the past.
Uriel didn't have time to lament that dawn came so quickly in Brumnot. He hurriedly opened the cupboard door and tried to dress neatly - there was no shortage of these things - the bow tie was abandoned. In his opinion, it was the same without it. . It was difficult to come up with decent attire, but fortunately he didn't know how to put his trousers on his arms. The tower had given him a simple astrologer's robe, and he suspected that he had worn it entirely inside out. Uriel didn't know what Joey would think when he saw him dressed like this. After finally finding the right suture, he grabbed the map and went back to wash up when he walked to the door.
Worse things started when they set foot in the Port of Far Light. Uriel ran all the way down the ringed city, using the perception of mysterious creatures to avoid pedestrians, carriages and street light mailboxes. Success was just around the corner until he was distracted by a large flock of ducks crossing the river. As expected, he has now successfully missed the teleportation from the Star Gap, and has no choice but to find other rectangular ladders that can lead to the tower.
As soon as the apprentice climbed the steps, the coat was blown down by the strong wind because there was no tie to restrain him. A small boat with a deck painted black appeared out of nowhere and left after the coat.
"I've climbed more stairs in the past two days than I did in the first half of my life." He tried to chat with his ring to relieve the frustration of being destined to be late and having to rush to his destination.
The silver ring flashed, and a series of runes popped out from the side wall, neatly arranged on his retina:
Monday schedule.
The first lesson is an introduction to primary weapons.
Category: Tutor teaching
Time: half past seven to half past nine
"..."
"Hell!" Uriel almost fell down the steps. He arrived at the tower in half an hour, and the teacher of the first class was actually Joey. Mr. Eads would scold Cecilia for her snooze, and Ms. Emma was more skillful at firing workers than at closing wages. I can't imagine what the White Envoy would think of a late apprentice!
The desire to survive drove him to run, and the wind and fog blew quickly by his ears. Uriel felt his heart pounding. Running high in the air felt particularly exciting. He tried his best not to think about the ten gold coins and his wet clothes.
…
"The observation ball has been repaired." A man with a covered face said in a buzzing voice. Andrew threw the pliers back into the toolbox, took off his gloves and rummaged through them looking for them. But Hammer deliberately played hide-and-seek with him, but he couldn't be found. Finally he surrendered. "I heard that he is the apprentice of Lord Eye of Iron, a future big shot."
Coker kicked the hammer out from under his shoe, the iron head scraping against the ground. "You must also know that they broke it."
"You already know, why are you asking me?" Andrew responded angrily. He picked up a hammer and struck a nail. It seemed that Otto was trying to fight against him again. After just one blow, the nail suddenly became crooked. He threw the hammer back into the box, feeling furious.
"I thought you didn't say anything on purpose." His companion fell silent, unwilling to offend him.
Everyone in the Maintenance Department knew that Andrew Furner had a knack for repairing mysterious objects. His mysterious profession made him a natural fit for this job. But recently this maintenance master encountered some twists and turns, and the matter became public knowledge.
Andrew has been in middle age for about twenty years, and the top of his head is the cleanest part of his body. His wife, who is five years older than him, is impeccable in housework and is most interested in picking up gossip about her neighbors. It's not a good hobby, but it's better than her brother's. Andrew simply didn't want to think of him, who had started everything. That kid is just a bad gambler, doing nothing all day long. He is old enough to be my son, and I am now doing his father's job. Go to hell!
God knows why I'm dealing with Hobson's debts, Andrew thought darkly, let the creditors beat him to death. He felt impatient just looking at the grain on the wood. It was as disgusting as the wrinkles on his wife's forehead, and the large and small stains were freckles. After all, these are undoubtedly psychological effects, and I will soon be able to get rid of this hallucination. But he looked around, as if the face he had shared with him for more than ten years would rise up from the ground in the next second, begging and wailing at him with snot and tears.
Unable to take it anymore, he stood up and walked out the door. Outside the repair shop was a shopping street, and the astrologers didn't like hearing the clanking of hammers, so the maintenance department moved the entire area outside the tower. The only advantage here is that you can see some flowers, plants and trees. Andrew lit a cigarette, thinking that he might be able to temporarily leave those troubles behind in the clouds and mist.
As a result, the glass made a banging sound. "Mr. Andrew Furner, the Equipment Department has sent us many daggers and daggers. They are extremely worn."
I really want to use that cheeky Hobson to sharpen a knife. Andrew put out the cigarette he had only puffed on and stuffed it back into his pocket. He shuffled into his repair room, his eyes sore. "Did those stupid apprentices use my knife to cut off the iron sheets?" Andrew really didn't understand why they didn't have the slightest awareness of the fact that they had no fighting talent.
Not all apprentices can become astrologers, and most astrologers may not stay in the tower. No matter which line of work you do, there is a limit to the number of people you need. Of course, Chloe's scholars are better than their counterparts who work outside. Some mystics who have no talent for astrology work in their own professions.
Among the latter, some will be added to the maintenance department, equipment department, and medical department, which are small departments under the logistics department, and some can pass the review to enter the education department and even the decision-making department under the affairs department. The Public Security Bureau also has no shortage of new people. However, the gap between these people and the tower astrologers is not due to the difference between the noble knights in the kingdom and the common people.
The only exception is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Different from the Public Security Bureau under the jurisdiction of the Affairs Department, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is composed of law enforcement officers selected from thousands of people, responsible for stationing in dependent countries and maintaining order throughout Chloe. Their status can be imagined.
Andrew is very familiar with the assessment system of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Everyone has a time when they look forward to the future. He even personally participated in the test before settling in the maintenance department, and the results are obvious. But there are always apprentices who take chances and regard the Ministry of Foreign Affairs as another way to climb up... None of these idiots can stay in Croita.
"What more work is there?" he complained loudly, "I don't mind knocking out the edges of their knives to see who dares to touch these iron guys at the risk of cutting off their fingers!"
"It's true," said the masked man Coker. "The Ministry of Education sent a message saying that it is best to repair a pair of daggers before seven-thirty, and someone will come to collect them by then."
Restoring a pair of daggers is not difficult. "Finished before seven-thirty?" This meant that he had to start working now and could not delay for a moment. "I see what torture tricks those people have up their sleeves. This thing is going to be sent to the museum to show off, isn't it?"
"It has another use anyway."
"I guess they are not doing their job properly. Hanging up good knives is no different from saving good rice?" Andrew sneered.
Although it sounds nice, you still have to do the work that needs to be done. "If you don't start, you won't have time." Coker reminded. The maintenance master put on his gloves in annoyance, and the grindstone caused sparks to fly.
Fortunately, the tight time allowed him to devote himself to work and temporarily forget the troubles of life. Andrew finally completed the task before the specified time. He threw the daggers aside and ignored them.
The strange thing is that no one came to pick it up after 7:30.
…
When Uriel rushed into the training ground, Joey was already waiting there. There were no other students in the empty field, nor outside the door. He didn't realize the reason until he stepped in, and he couldn't help but think of the haori he accidentally left behind in the sea of clouds.
"You missed the first shuttle?"
"Just one step away," he answered cautiously, eager to skip the topic. "I'm so sorry, I'm late. It's already eight o'clock, I think I should hurry up." You think so?
"It doesn't matter." The messenger was generous. "The second period is also a training session. I can cancel the half-hour break."
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