The Prophet's laboratory has a cluttered and slovenly feel.
"There are things I must hide," said the Sage. Demosis was leaning on a rocking chair with a pair of wooden telescopes in his hand. He was not surprised when he noticed the ripples in the Star Gap spreading behind him.
Bai Zhizhi took the lead to walk out of the staircase, followed by Larson and Helen. The latter shrank his feet and expressed dissatisfaction with the environment here: "It's time for you to clean up the house, Grandpa Saint."
“No brownies are willing to help me,” the prophet sighed humorously. “It’s too bad they avoid me.”
"They are excusable." Helen pointedly pointed out.
"Who will forgive me?" The saint shook his head. "Okay, Dorothea, don't keep picking on my little problems. Your father is better than you at this point."
“My dad also cleans rooms.”
"But his daughter won't... Don't interrupt, Helen, I almost forgot what I was going to say." The prophet turned his chair, "I have told you all the images of that dream, only some things about myself, I think it’s better for the assembly to be uninformed.”
"About you?" Larson, who had been distracted all this time, couldn't help but concentrate now. "Could it be——"
"No, it's not just me. To be precise, it's about the Tower of Sky. About our enemies, and by extension, it should be about the threats in the entire mysterious realm."
"The white prophecy revealed Gavash's intention to invade Knox, and your red prophecy should have the same weight." The messenger said. His words made Larsen feel even more uneasy.
The corners of the prophet's mouth moved downward, as if he was planning to make a face. "This kind of equal weight will bring terrible consequences. But Osvid is right. Since Otto allows us to see all this, it means that there is still a chance to save the disaster."
"To be honest, the Eastman dispute has nothing to do with us." Helen was a little disapproving, "I hate that place."
Her attitude is excusable. Larson knew that Helen Dorothea's father, the Gray Emissary, died in the war with the Glorious Council. His death was not worthless, but if Helen had to choose, she would rather exchange all the compensation she received for her father's time with her.
After the White Envoy took over Saxhidon's position, the young commander mercilessly punished the remnants of the Glorious Council that were causing trouble in the Eastman Kingdom. Helen's unequivocal attitude towards the Ministry of Foreign Affairs also began from this point on.
Until the Holy One points out what this earthly kingdom represents, I'm afraid Larson will agree with her.
Regardless, there's a lot involved with the tower as a monitor. Chloe is a transcendent island in the sky, but once they get involved in the dispute, the astrologers in the sky will also be dragged into the whirlpool. But it's different when they stick to their position. They don't need to fight with real swords and guns... When the undead disaster swept across the continent, didn't it cause much damage to Chloe?
"Don't think we can escape," the saint said. Larsen understood his warning.
Duties of the Tower. My duty, he thought. The red prophecy troubles the heart of "Eye of Iron" like grains of sand under the tongue. He will not forget how Binyaio was filled with blood after the White Prophecy came true. The undead are terrifying, but they immediately pale in comparison to the spawn of the evil dragon. "Is it related to the devil this time? But nothing has changed at the observation deck."
"Witch of Destiny" looked at him in surprise. "What devil?" She didn't understand the relationship between the two at all.
"Eastman. There's something weird about that place," Larson said vaguely. He wanted to explain, but the current situation obviously did not allow it. He also understood why Helen, who had always been keen, knew nothing about it... News related to the Gray Messenger would irritate her, and every member of the Saint and the Fate Assembly knew this fact.
"That means it's not a strange movement in the abyss." Bai Zhizhi finally participated in their discussion.
Demosis agreed. "You are a professional when it comes to cleaning up inside Knox. Cornelius likes to make his actions grand, which led to the massacre at Winnie Watts. Even if there was a reason for the incident, their handling was very inappropriate." The mentor said. The tone was as trusting as ever, not only because the White Envoy had experience as a demon hunter. "The affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are left to you and Ronald, and the internal affairs are managed by Dean - I think the result of the discussion by others is no different."
This is not arbitrary, but the prophets always know the final conclusion of the discussion better than themselves. Larson also felt that this was the only possibility. He regretted that the White Envoy could not ignite Sabine's fire, but compared with the turmoil approaching the undead disaster, being forced to work with the Blue Envoy again seemed less unacceptable.
Bai Zhizhi nodded silently. But everyone could see that he seemed to be worried. Larson always thought that he was synonymous with decisiveness. After all, not just anyone could single-handedly turn a divine descending ceremony into a tourist attraction.
"It's rare that you have an opinion." Demosis rubbed his forehead, "What's the matter... So it turns out that your apprentice is no more stable than Roma." He seemed to know the cause and effect in an instant. "Speaking of which, I have always wanted to meet this kid. He has been involved in so many things since he first entered the mystery. Otto must have a soft spot for him. He has an extraordinary quality that reminds me of a Old friend." A look of nostalgia appeared on the saint's brow, "Another thousand years have passed."
"Osvid suggested that he join the astronomy room."
This news made the Witch of Destiny smile strangely. "I suddenly became very interested in him."
Her comments fell on deaf ears to the young man. "The old owl seemed to have nothing else to do, so I also suggested that he take over Zachary's shift."
It turns out that you were the instigator of their quarrel... Larsen was a little dumbfounded. "Silver Cross" was full of complaints about the duty schedule, but the director of the affairs department said nothing and pretended that the matter had nothing to do with him. He did it right. If it were me, I would also find a way to escape from the vortex of the battle between the commander and the senior astrologer.
"After the test results came out, I was very surprised." Larsen said, "I really can't believe that Sir Sidney discovered his talent as soon as he started teaching him."
"Professional talent and physical talent are two different things."
"Obviously career is more important to mystics."
"His profession is the priesthood of Gaia. So we want to send him to the School of Silence?" Bai Zhishi sneered.
This is different. Larsen felt helpless at his stubbornness. As Eze said, Uriel is more than just an apprentice to the White Envoy. Moreover, the envoy promised from the beginning that he would give his apprentices the opportunity to follow their own wishes. Although the White Envoy valued means more than reputation, it would be a bit of a loss for the leader of the tower to break his promise over such a trivial matter.
"Wait a minute." The witch lady in the audience raised her voice, "Are you discussing the course direction of an apprentice? Damn it, could it be that the Minister of Education resigned recently?"
The Lord Saint shrugged at her and acted as an audience without any sense of responsibility from the Tower Prophet.
"Yes, this is the job of the Ministry of Education." Larson coughed, "But that kid is the descendant of my old friend."
"They had only known each other for a few days, and the undead disaster broke out in Yotsuba City," the commander said. "Your two friends are both talented people. One is a self-taught oak druid among astrologers, and the other is recorded in history for researching messy potions. Don't forget, Uriel is because of Chester's The potion was forced to become a mysterious creature. Do you think this is a gift?"
"Misfortune," muttered Helen. "The Harp would show me a mess. I have no interest in knowing."
Privately, Bai Zhishi's attitude would not surprise him, but in front of the "Witch of Destiny", Larsen felt embarrassed. "I just hope he has a better future." His words became rude, "rather than having his future ruined by an irresponsible mentor like you."
There was a brief silence in the laboratory. The saint looked at him reproachfully, while the white messenger's eyes were like the cold wind blowing in the winter. "I saw him in the medical department more than once." Larsen said the truth bravely. He regretted a little, but he didn't feel that he was wrong.
"Then did you see that the doctor who treated him died?" Bai Zhizhi said word by word, "Don't worry, it wasn't me. I'm not interested in destroying other people's lives, and I don't need to be so bad like the little devil in the tower. The mentor commented on my method of teaching apprentices." His voice was murderous.
"..."
"Enough! Don't quarrel in my room." The saint warned sternly.
"Sorry, Lord Saint." Larson calmed down a little and realized that he had taken it for granted. Eze did tell him, but doing so would only have the opposite effect - it was not like he didn't know what kind of person the Sky Realm Commander was. "Sorry, Commander."
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Bai Zhizhi told him, "I will not force him to choose a path that is not suitable for him. I will leave before the fire trial, and Uriel will also make a choice." He turned his head, "But Lord Saint, your interview needs to be rescheduled... at least after the red prophecy is processed." He still accepted the mission.
Demosis sighed. "I can't refuse your request, Shiro. As the commander, you can't even stay in Bloomnot for long. This is not for Knox, but for Chloe. Although there is no medal of honor to be awarded in the tower, we Your contribution will not be ignored."
The young man also calmed down. "Thank you for your trust." He took a deep look at the prophet, and the seven-pointed star on the arm armor shone with blood-red light. "I will live up to my trust."
"Your Majesty the Lion told me that Rome was trapped by the Church's Crusaders." The saint clarified the situation. "This is also a diplomatic issue, but I believe that the situation does not require Bernard to personally come forward. If things don't go well, you Just take her back to the tower safely."
Bai Zhizhi took the order. He opened the gap between the stars and simply disappeared.
