After lunch, Uriel went to the fifth floor to learn the basics of occultism. He opened the door and saw a huge deer head hanging on the wall opposite.
There were only three people in the room, one standing and two sitting. They each held books, their robes trailing to the floor. "Hello." Uriel forced a smile and said dryly.
Those closest to him responded first. He is the one standing. "Hello to you too." He raised his head, the shadowy dark circles under his eyes could make people jump. "I want to say that, but I don't think you're very good, and I'm very bad myself."
The others said nothing, perhaps because they did not hear the apprentice's quiet greeting. But Uriel was more convinced that they were asleep, as he heard slight snoring.
"Are you new to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? We are astrologer apprentices... As you can see, we observed the stars all night last night." The guy who was still awake whispered, his eyes also bleary. "Our instructor won't arrive until ten minutes. If you don't mind, could you give us a break?"
I'm afraid ten minutes is not enough. "Of course." The one who was awake nodded at him and closed his eyes. He began to worry that he wouldn't be able to wake them up by then.
So amidst the sounds of sleeping sound one after another, the apprentice felt that he was becoming sleepy. He's trying to draw attention to these, what's the difference between us? All three of them were dressed differently from him, and it wasn't because he lacked a coat. This was not the first time Uriel had seen an astrologer apprentice. He often saw people in robes passing by outside the restaurant on the second floor and the training ground on the first floor. In addition to identifying the rings on these people's hands, there are many characteristics that distinguish apprentices from official mystical creatures.
The most obvious is the style of the robe. The apprentices' pockets were surprisingly large at their sides and filled with strange miscellaneous items. The pocket of the mysterious creature is sewn on the inner chest, and sometimes a piece of the cap of a quill or water-filled pen is exposed, but most of the time it looks very appropriate. There is nothing to say about the color. Everyone can match it casually, and the effect only depends on personal aesthetics.
The robe assigned to him by the Affairs Department was also shorter than that of the astrologer, and the sleeves and underwear were more close-fitting. He had no pockets and nothing to carry. His trousers had a drawstring at the calf, whose purpose Uriel guessed but had not determined yet. He reached out and touched his waist, and sure enough, there was a buckle on the belt. This is for wearing weapons, but I have no weapons except Joey's ice sword. The short knife had been thrown away by him somewhere.
This generally similar clothing feature couldn't give him the answer he wanted. He shifted his gaze carefully, trying to remember his classmates—perhaps so called, in the monastery school they were family. He later doubted the definition of family, but it didn't matter anyway.
The person at the door was a man whose features were immersed in shadow. Even if he just raised his head to talk to Uriel, the apprentice could not see his face clearly. His voice was unremarkable, but Uriel admired his ability to fall asleep standing up. Only then did he realize that he didn't even know the other person's name, and these people obviously wouldn't wake up and politely make friends with him. Uriel immediately lost interest.
The curtains in the room were drawn tightly and it was dark. Uriel leaned aside and saw that the wall on the other side was covered with drawn star maps. This was some astrologer's classroom, and he was acutely aware that I was in someone else's classroom. If the tutor is unable to teach the required courses, the apprentice must attend lectures with other astrologer apprentices. Obviously Joey has no knowledge of astrology, and his ability to recognize the constellations and determine the direction is already the limit.
To be honest, he didn't know why he came to take the astrologer's course. Maybe it's curiosity, maybe it's what Mr. Eze said... In short, he doesn't hate exploring the mysteries of the starry sky, and he also vaguely hopes that his talent can be used. He didn't know if his talent was an advantage in Chloe, who was full of mysterious creatures. After all, he always felt that he was not worthy of being in the same room with these real apprentices.
There were footsteps outside the door, and ten minutes flew by. Uriel pushed the apprentice next to him and threw the book to the ground, causing everyone to wake up. "Someone is here." He explained, "Maybe he is your mentor."
"Thanks for the help." The guy picked up the book and couldn't help yawning, so he smiled awkwardly at him. "I am Gissing Duval."
"Uriel, this is the only one."
The footsteps were still pounding, but at a slow pace. Time for the other two guys to wake up. Only then did Uriel realize that there was a girl among them. The place where she was sleeping was slightly brighter, allowing him to see clearly her short green curly hair. When she was sleeping, there was a handful caught in the gap between the desk lamp and the bookshelf. When the girl raised her head, she let out an ouch. What surprised Uriel was not her gender, but that as a girl, she snored much louder than her companions.
The last apprentice was farthest away, but his voice was loud. "Who is this?" he asked warily.
"The apprentice who came to class." Gisin said, "Uril, he is from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Let's meet each other, that is Xiao." He said the last sentence to Uriel, and the apprentice said hello. Xiao waved back, but the apprentice couldn't see his expression.
The girl with short green curly hair here finally got rid of her trapped hair. She moved closer to the door and sank into the darkness. "I'm Wilhelmina, you can call me Minnie." Her voice was unforgettable, sweet and slender, and seemed very passionate. "Hello, Uriel. I only have a first name. Only Gissing has a last name here. You can choose to remember only his first name."
"That's a bit much," Gissing said.
"Then you can just remember the last name." Wilhelmina quickly changed her mind.
"This is even more outrageous. My brother is also studying in a high tower. Who are you looking for?"
"Ignore them." The apprentice didn't know how to interrupt, and Xiao said to him, "They are lovers, just holding hands. You know that these people are usually not very clear-headed, and they always think that there are only two of them in Chloe. "
I understand that he was bitter for a moment. "Hello, Xiao, I'm Uriel." He repeated in a daze.
"I understand." Xiao has thick, rough black hair, a thin and straight nose, and a pair of large glasses with wide rims. His lips were purple and his face was dark, as if he was recovering from a serious illness and was in poor spirits. "Did I scare you?" He stood up and opened the curtains. "Staying up late makes people crazy."
The sunlight illuminated the room, and Uriel finally saw Gissing's appearance. He looks like a scholar working on manuscripts. His cheeks are thin and his eyes are sunken, but his complexion is lively and his hair is neat and clean. There was something calm and serene about him, the sort of man who, if he grew a beard as he entered middle age, would soon become the object of fascination for many young girls. Of course, he is not bad now. Gisin Duva's favor with Wilhelmina is obviously not because of his surname.
When the footsteps stopped in front of the door, the movement in the house disappeared. An old astrologer with a beard reaching down to his toes appeared outside the door with the sound of the door opening. He walked with a cane, and the fatigue in his wrinkles made one think that this damn class was held in the middle of the night.
"I have never gotten up so early since I stopped running the library." the old astrologer declared. "Today I have to get out of my comfortable bed as a new man, just to tell you the importance of delving into the mysteries. Sex." He turned and closed the door.
Uriel felt that the four people's eyes were on him, and he just wanted to find a gap to hide.
"Don't scare him, teacher." Wilhelmina took pity on his embarrassment and persuaded him with her lovely voice, "You are the Silver Cross, a great astrologer second only to the Saint. Who can ask you? What are you doing specifically?”
"Second only to Demosis." The great astrologer known as the 'Silver Cross' snorted, "So this is the trouble he caused me." Wilhelmina immediately stopped talking.
Saint Demosis? Isn't it the Secretary of State who arranges my courses? Jising and Xiao looked at him with confused eyes, but Uriel didn't notice. This question was all over his mind now. He subconsciously thought of Joey. Could it be that Bai Zhizhi asked for it? No, he didn't care at all about my astrology progress. Then why does Sir "Dark Night Qiming" care?
No one could answer him, and Uriel couldn't ask. Uneasiness and fear were knotted in his stomach, and the apprentice felt the hot taste of wine flowing through his throat. His thoughts could not find an outlet in his body. He just hoped that the great astrologer in front of him would not say the name of the White Envoy.
The goddess seemed to hear his prayers. "Be careful, little devils. I say it one last time: all future classes will be in the afternoon, from six to ten and a half. If anyone comes to my bedroom to make noise during the day, I will let him be my helper. 'Silver Cross' said. He didn't say much about the saint. "As for you, Uriel, you have to study from scratch, and I don't have time to make up for your progress. Ask your tutor to borrow notes... Wait, I almost forgot that he is even more of a bastard than you. He has never been there. Library...Minnie, where are your notes?"
"Here it is, Mr. Sidney."
"Show our new friend. By the way, kid, you know how to read, don't you? I mean the sixth edition of magic runes."
How many editions does this thing have? "It's a bit over the top for me," Uriel admitted.
"I can help." Gissing volunteered.
"Then leave it to you, Dua." Instructor Sidney made the arrangement. He turned back to glare at Uriel, his beard twitching. The huge reindeer head was on top of his head. "Catch up on the progress as soon as possible, even if you don't need them in the future. Your training class time will be postponed, and I think you will be free in the afternoon. If your instructor has any objections, ask him to come to Oswald West Denis. Do you understand?"
"Understood, sir."
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