But perhaps because the priest who delivered the prayer passed away, the repairs this time had no effect. If my prayers could reach heaven, then Gaia didn't pay attention to me. Uriel sighed and was about to ask passers-by when suddenly the arrows on the map became clear again.
"Good sign." He cheered up a little, only to plunge into a remote and lonely alley again. The end of the alley leads to a dilapidated shack, full of stench and filled with mosquitoes and flies. Garbage of all kinds surrounded the road just as frustration surrounded him. The apprentice had no hope that any church would be built in a garbage dump, let alone that the garbage dump looked like it had not been completely burned for some years.
Pretend I didn't say this. Uriel turned and left. His mood became increasingly gloomy, and the dazzling sunlight reflected on a piece of broken glass and was kicked away. "If I write Mr. Eze's address on you," the apprentice said to the map angrily, "will you lead me into a rat's den?"
Just then, a groan interrupted his complaint. "Brother." It was a man's voice. "Please don't leave like this, there are people here who need your help."
Gaia, there is someone here. "I'm afraid not." Uriel blurted out. He was startled and clasped his fingers on the silver ring. The tower is never stingy with its members. The shining silver ring is engraved with three kinds of magic words. As long as the magic power is injected into it, it can inspire the mystery. One of them was burned by Joey himself, which is a long-standing tradition between mentor and apprentice. I have to admit that neither Bai Zhishi nor I knew anything about carving, so in the end we had to turn to members of the equipment department for help.
That was quite a struggle. He thought wildly without any sense of danger. After all, as long as Joey's magic text was activated, the magic that burst out would probably level the entire first ring area. After the accident happened to the priest in the main city, the priests of the Gaia branch also did not escape the bad luck. This was great, I saved the patrolmen a lot of trouble.
He remembered that Sheriff Johnny had been very friendly before, and he had taken this into consideration.
"Help me." The man asked persistently and weakly, turning a deaf ear to his refusal. "I'm dying. Please help me. You can do this."
He did not lie, but why should I help him? Uriel moved closer to the shed, this time avoiding the glass that shattered loudly on the ground. I really wish this was a rat's nest.
The rubbish in the shed is a little tidier. On the narrow, wet ground lay a wounded peace officer. His Blackbird badge was stained with blood. The wound was on the flank and was tied tightly with cloth. His face was covered with a linen cloth, and many mosquitoes and flies were hovering around him. Sometimes he would wave his arms to drive away the insects that were hoping for his early death. Maybe he can still walk.
"Who are you?" Uriel lowered his voice, making his words sound powerful. Apprentice Mimi can lend a helping hand to the little wolf, but if he follows the same approach to others, he must ensure that the other party cannot harm him even if they have evil intentions. Although the wounded man's clothing told everyone who he was, Uriel had no idea how a wounded sheriff could be hiding in a remote dump.
"I'm a patrolman from the Sheriff's Department." This is undoubtedly the truth.
Uriel felt more relaxed. "Then why are you here?"
"I was injured and couldn't stand up."
lie. He touched the scroll of oath in his arms.
"Who hurt you?"
"A heinous criminal," said the injured Sheriff, "I'm hunting him." His expression didn't seem fake, but the apprentice knew it was another lie.
This guy was probably seriously injured and dying because of something shady, such as being robbed or beaten. There is no obstacle for ordinary people to tell the truth, but the man is a peace officer after all... If he had any sense of honor, he would not tell anyone these embarrassing things.
"I will notify the Sheriff's Department." Uriel replied. No matter who he is, good guys and bad guys have nothing to do with me. "A moment, please"
"For Gaia's sake, don't do this!" the injured person implored uncharacteristically, "How could you do this?"
"That's all I can do," he said, confused. This man thought I was a doctor. Uriel thought he was delirious, but I have no interest in the medical department.
"No, no, how can this be allowed? Damn it, you don't understand anything... As soon as I go back, I will die immediately." He was almost murmuring, looking frantic and nervous. "There is someone hiding inside...the clue is broken! He will kill me...No, I will never go to the Sheriff's Department...Oh, you go, it's okay, just let me rest for a while."
Uriel found that he was indeed a little confused. The previous truth appraisal of the Oath Scroll might not be counted. This guy himself didn't know whether what he said was true or false... He couldn't help but ask: "Are you a believer in Gaia?"
"Go away! Stay away from me!" the sheriff repeated firmly.
But you did pray to Gaia. Uriel sighed. He was sure that if he had called Johnny or Agatha, the seriously injured sheriff would probably go crazy on the spot. "I wish I were a follower of Lucia, then nothing would have happened." He kicked away another piece of broken glass.
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"How is the auditorium prepared?" Larson asked.
"Only the last row is missing two lights. Your Excellency, I told the maintenance department to show them. They have already sent them." A man wearing a mask answered on the ladder. Under the silent urging of the great astrologer's gaze below, he took the lantern from the two brownie paws. "finished."
The auditorium is decorated solemnly and sacredly. This is not a sense of sacredness in religion. The tower explores astrology and history, not spiritual beliefs. Larson stood under the deep blue starry sky pattern painted on the dome, and the lantern was the star of the night sky.
Although the details are required to be in place, Larson believes that most no one will care about them when the day of the fire trial comes. Everyone's attention would be in the middle of the auditorium, where he would have to read a long, boring speech on behalf of Chloe's Mysterio in full view of everyone. Decades ago, he complained about the red tape of the ceremony, just like the apprentices below the podium. Who would have thought that one day I would listen to their complaints!
He caught a brownie flying by and stuffed it directly into his mouth. The poor little thing is made of buttercream and icing sugar, and the equipment department is happy to use them to replace the ill-tempered brown elf. You know, the real brown elf is naughty and greedy, and also very narrow-minded. Even if it is an unintentional offense, they will hate you for a lifetime.
After the speech, comes the real show of the trial. Apprentices on the mysterious path will receive recommendations from their mentors and undergo assessment and screening by various departments.
Not everyone has the opportunity, so selecting qualified graduates to apply is not easy. But even more difficult was reading the list in the auditorium. Thank God, he can use magic to record the pronunciation of hundreds of names together in advance. When the time comes, as long as they open their mouths, the lucky ones who have passed the application will hear their own names, while those who fish in troubled waters will only get deafening noises.
It was after the trial that he and Eds Haynes set out on different paths. The announcement in the auditorium was a thrilling process, but after that, the astronomy room informed him in advance that there was an unofficial quota. This is the treatment that a saint's apprentice deserves. The job notice for Druid was also issued soon.
Logically speaking, the Saint will not show up, and the professor of the astronomy room and the minister of foreign affairs need to be present to witness the addition of Chloe's new members. However, Osvid Sidney had no interest in this. He would rather add a silent magic to the floor where he slept. As for the real White Envoy, the leader of Sky Realm, Larson never expected him to speak in front of people. This time it must be Dean Rubin who steps in for him again.
In Larson's memory, the Green Envoy never gave up his move to seize a higher power position. But the good news is that he can't defeat his boss.
Before becoming a Sky Realm, Larson had imagined the scene of working with the Blue Envoy, and found that he was not that nervous when waiting for his name in front of the auditorium. Sometimes he shuddered at it.
But the trial of fire involves more than just applying; that's just signing up. Next, various departments will have a busy period: the astronomy room is busy selecting new personnel, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has rearranged its garrison matters, and new apprentices are about to enter the tower...
Osvid will definitely not be able to hold on until then, and maybe the teacher will ask the "gatekeeper" Jerome to help him. Larsen believes that at the age of Mr. Silver Cross, guarding the library is the most suitable job. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is now probably completely run by the Qingzhi Envoy. I think the commander is completely happy and relaxed. But having said that, it is difficult for patrol envoys to stay at the headquarters, so there is no loophole in this arrangement.
The Tower's "Eye of Iron" sat there quietly thinking about the Hall, his colleagues, and the new members, until his apprentice came to him.
"Mr. Larson," Sabina said, "Sir Zachary found Roma."
He immediately felt a heaviness, as if he saw a burden coming back to him. "You came back at the right time." Larsen had almost forgotten how easy and joyful life was without the little lion. But he had to admit that he actually missed her a little.
"What? Teacher, I don't understand."
"Your ring, Miss Sabine. Apprentices without rings will not be allowed to graduate. I think you are qualified enough to observe Knox, but the rules are like this... don't refuse in a hurry, you have to think carefully."
"But there are still many things I don't understand." The girl protested softly.
"This is a certain thing." Larson was not willing to let her contact matters other than astrology prematurely. There is no doubt that even members of the astronomy room cannot spend all day in the laboratory.
But apprenticeship is not really a mysterious creature after all. "The library is prepared for people who think the same as you. As long as you light the fire, you can browse through it at will." The hierarchy of the tower is also everywhere. He also heard two days ago that Bai Zhishi's apprentices encountered minor interpersonal problems because of this.
