The development of things was different from what Larson expected. Roma's search for the Saint did not specifically instruct the White Envoy, because now she became the topic of the entire Destiny Gathering.
"According to the plan, this year's Fire Trial will be in charge of the 'Eye of Iron', and the White Envoy will lead the secret contract ceremony." "Storm Songer" Irony Sainsbury, the director of the Department of Affairs, announced.
"That's the plan," Larson said.
"A verbal agreement," Osvid said unhappily.
"Just in time to catch up with the lucky and unfortunate apprentices who graduated this year." Helen sat second to the left of the Lord Saint. Opposite her is Terrence, so she needs to pay attention to the inner earth egg at all times. “Hopefully they won’t be intimidated by our foreign minister from submitting applications.”
"Is there anything wrong with this?" the tower's chief steward asked.
"What should I say? Our Lord Commander may not have time." The Saint replied.
"He got a long break after the incident."
"It's deserved... but we don't allocate tasks and rewards to encourage someone's work. Unlike your Affairs Department, now we need the inspection envoy to handle certain things that must be done by him." This time it turned out to be " The lion" spoke.
"Nothing in this world has to be done by someone," Dean said.
Larson gave him a strange look. Obviously, if Bai Zhishi was absent from the trial again, the deputy minister could just take over his shift. He should be happy to see this happen.
"What on earth is going on?" Osvid interrupted them.
"It's not a good thing to ask me," Ronald said.
"No one asked you." Bai Zhizhi told him to shut up.
The Commander of the Sky Realm sat across from Larson, his expression even more terrifying than that of the rigid Aozu Emissary. He still wore half of the gray-white armor, with a frosty face, dark eyes, and the seven-pointed star on his shoulder shone eerily. "The trial is coming, and I can't spare the time." He told them in a concise and decisive tone. "This job is not in demand."
Larson had no idea who he was targeting.
"What is it?" repeated the old astrologer.
Saint Demosis sighed. "There are some changes in the plan." As soon as he started, no one interrupted him. "It's because of a certain prophecy. We have to intervene in mortal affairs... The mysterious realm will cause uncontrollable waves."
Few astrologers can predict the future. Many people think that the Tower of Sky is the most mysterious fulcrum because their power comes from the stars. But this understanding is not comprehensive. The stars can reveal the past and the future, and astrologers simply interpret the information they give. What can be drawn from it may be a prediction of the future, or it may be what is happening... The tower monitors Knox, and astrologers are required to do both.
However, there are only a small number of astrologers in astronomy rooms after all. Many people have their own career plans. They either focus on the burning flames of the present or indulge in dreams that will be buried in ashes in the future. The saint is different. Larson knew his mentor didn't fit into any one category. He is the greatest astrologer of all time, he is the "dark night enlightenment" of mankind and even Knox.
"There are many predictions." From ancient times to the present, astrologers have left countless predictions. Some of them have already been realized and become history, and some have not yet been revealed. The old astrologer spat out words in an angry voice, "Which one do you mean?"
"The one I dreamed about last night," the saint told him, "a blood-red prophecy."
Dream, the dream of the saint, the manifestation of mystery. Larsen saw the confusion on the faces of "The Lion" and the Blue Envoy. People who are not astrologers cannot understand.
The image carried by dreams is always full of magic. It is the reflection of the soul and the destiny woven by fire when it communicates with the order. Naturally, prophecies cannot come entirely from the stars. Otto's messengers are all over Knox, and sometimes even a fallen leaf can give revelations. Having reached the status of a saint, the things reflected in his dreams must be extraordinary.
Prophecy in dreams, or this type of dream has its own tone. The most famous dream prophecy occurred two hundred years ago, when a priest of Lucia received a revelation from the goddess. She told the agent that "the gray sword will cut through the sun, the earth will be pale and cracked, and the gaps will be filled with white bones." The tone and color of this prophetic dream are quite eye-catching, and its meaning is very obvious to later generations - it refers to the "disaster of the undead" in history, the invasion war of the sunken plane Gavash. Priestess's prophecies gave the Council of Light an advantage in the Scourge of the Undead. This is the famous "White Prophecy".
In addition, there are many prophecies named after this, whether they are stars, dreams, or even objects. The messengers of the tower also use this title to distinguish themselves from the real astrologers.
"What does it look like?" Witch Helen also became serious.
"A sea of blood." The saint's deep voice infected everyone. "It's hard to say what I saw inside. It's more about feeling. I heard prayers, whispers, and the wailing of thousands of people, the shouts of heroes and the howls of women. Some people murmured begging, and some screamed curses. I'm sure I am in a deep torrent, because the blood flows before my eyes, and I can only see the starlight through the water... Yes, the increasingly blazing light is undoubtedly the echo of the stars. I can see the burning moon above me... and the harp Seat. The magic is dancing, and they have been summoned." His tone did not change at all, as if these horrific scenes in prophetic dreams were just familiar descendants meeting at the doorstep.
Larsen didn't get any information from his expression and attitude before he spoke... But now, he found that there was a sadness in his mentor's words that was ready to burst out.
"Ominous omen, blood-red disaster washes over the world." Old Osvid grabbed his crutch. He was so hard that the wrinkles near the joints were stretched out.
"The river of blood is endless, submerged, washed away, and gone." The dream continues. "The tide covers the world. Blood-red tides, blood-red waves... Even order is dyed red with blood. Countless creatures are struggling in the water, howling in the blood, this is a disaster... I touch their gradually decaying bodies .I touched the hot and cold blood, the thin skin, the hot wounds and the exposed bones."
skeleton. Larsen shuddered as he listened to his mentor's description.
"Storm Songer" Eroni remained silent, and "The Lion" scratched his golden mane uneasily. "It seems that this is a blood-red prophecy. What does it mean?"
"The endless river may mean the beginning of disaster." Helen tried to interpret it. "If you stay in the river..."
"...The end of the dream is still in the water." The saint finally said: "There is a handleless sword in the waves. I am deeply impressed by this." He paused for a moment, "It shines red like the sunset."
Larson felt the "Witch of Destiny" beside him tremble. The mentor was not telling the truth, he suddenly realized. At least he didn't tell the whole story about his dream. At the fate gathering composed of Kong Jing, the mentor also had concerns...perhaps he was discussing the matter with the leader before. The White Envoy has the highest degree of mystery under the Saint, which is enough to deal with any danger. Larson relaxed a little.
Astrologers are already talking.
"The moon above our head." Terrence analyzed. "The Broken Moon is closest to the ground at midnight. It should be right over a small country."
"Eastman." Bai Zhizhi said, "I just came back from there."
"Me too." Ronald added. As a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, he was really powerless to interpret dreams, so he could only watch on the sidelines.
There is no difficulty in this clue. "Eastman is where the disaster happened," Larson determined. "It is our only ground country, and Broken Moon originally tried to land there. Our local garrison just resigned due to injury, and we should take immediate action..."
"Please calm down, Your Excellency 'Eye of Iron'. We must be cautious in interpreting prophecies that indicate disaster." Osvid tapped the carpet with his crutch. "Now that everything has not happened yet, the situation is not the worst."
"That's right, Sidney." The saint agreed.
"Is this what you want the commander to do?" Helen asked, "However, we have already received hints from the prophecy, and it will not take him long to complete the task."
"Yes, but the trial of fire is tomorrow."
"I can help." Even Larson could tell that Miss Witch was not happy to see the Green Envoy taking control of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
"I suggest you go with Bai," said the tower's prophet. "And Ronald. There are some troubles on the ground that are difficult to solve... related to Rome. There are also prayers, which may represent people's desire for God's salvation. Gods, I really hope you won't give it to us. These lowly mortals are causing trouble.”
"What has it to do with Roma?" Larson realized that he still underestimated his little apprentice's trouble-making ability.
"Perhaps she accidentally broke Her Majesty's glass?" Sidney snorted.
"It's much worse than that," the lion said with a headache.
The saint smiled strangely. "It seems that the recent apprentices are not very worried. Larson, I suggest you look for the trajectory of Roma's destiny. She should not be deeply involved... but the red prophecy is very dangerous, and all kinds of images are full of mystery. She is still a Little girl, there is no need to push her with danger. The meeting is over, and you can arrange other trivial matters by yourself." He stood up, and the White Envoy opened the starlight door to the laboratory for him. "Thank you, kid."
The young man showed no reaction.
Larsen pushed back his chair worriedly. Although Roma didn't bring him much help, but... let's put it this way, well-behaved and sensible children are lovable, but naughty and mischievous guys sometimes attract more attention. Roma's sense of crisis as he fell into the red prophecy urged him to act quickly.
Suddenly, the "Witch of Destiny" grabbed him.
"The mentor is hiding something." She stared at the closed golden door with one eye and whispered to him softly. "We have to go find him and find out."
"But he asked me to go -" Larsen was a little stunned.
"Don't be so stupid, my senior brother. The Commander-in-Chief is waiting for us. The instructor asked 'us' to arrange trivial matters. Have you seen the White Envoy participating in any meeting with the assembly members?"
