No one had prepared the meeting room in advance, and the fireplace and teapot were empty. Of course, this is not a detail worth paying attention to. The curtains were spread loosely in front of the glass, but the dim light wasn't enough to satisfy someone. "I really don't know what the significance of this meeting is, Lord Saint." Old Oswide said, "Even the Lord Commander is not here. I think it would be good to hold it in the astronomy room, why bother to climb the stairs?"
His complaints were justified. There were only two great astrologers in the conference hall at the moment, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was completely absent. The Blue Messenger and the Stormsinger are busy with the chaos in San Carlos, and the losses caused by snowstorms and rebellions are still bothering the locals. One of the culprits who caused all this continued to return to Eastman, using the Star Gap to lead people searching for a certain apprentice back to Chloe. The Gatekeeper never leaves Abrouz. As for "Eye of Ain" Larson, the Saint did not allow him to participate in this gathering.
A candle was lit at the end of the long table. The flames jumped with people's breathing, but the light emitted was blood red.
"That's right, Sidney, I think it would be more ceremonial to announce the next news in the conference hall." The saint said, "That's right. It's still that damn prophetic dream. I'm sure it has already started."
"Ronald and the others have encountered a problem?"
"Humph, I knew you didn't read the newspaper. Without astrology, what use are your eyes and ears?" The saint flicked the candle flame with his finger, and sparks shot out and danced in the room. They float forward, turning into long starlight trailing flames, gathering and interweaving into a soft curtain of light.
A figure appeared among them. He stood on the strange steps, holding a piece of parchment that reached his ankles and reading from the manuscript. "The proposal does not pass." He announced in a loud voice. Surrounding the steps is a ring of parliamentary tables, which expand outward in a divergent manner. Mysterious creatures crowded behind every table.
"Alliance meeting?" Oswald adjusted his rarely used reading glasses.
The images and sounds continued.
"... Frankly, we get far more restrictions than benefits from this relationship. The Alliance's ruling is chilling... The existence of the blood descendants is the crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors, and their symbolic significance is more practical. Help is of immeasurable value..."
"As a noble in the dark night, a mysterious creature born in the Land of Order, our clan has been treated so unequally in the Oath Keepers Alliance, and you actually think it is very reasonable! What a pity, we are already on different paths..."
"This is intolerable to our honor and the greatest humiliation..."
When the light and shadow disappeared, the conference hall was as silent as the Alliance Parliament.
Both great astrologers realized the seriousness of the matter. "Trol Bandera Bly announced his withdrawal from the Oath Keepers. There is no doubt that their reasons are for themselves. Is Otto blind? Knox is full of ridiculous things!" "Silver Cross Star "Comment.
"It seems that the cause of the turmoil has surfaced." The Saint pointed out, "The protagonist of the Red Prophecy is the Dark Night Vampires led by Drablay. Helen believes that the dream is related to Eastman. Perhaps these big bats are trying to destroy the human kingdom. As a new colony?"
"Your guess about the incident is even more ridiculous, Lord Saint." Terrence said vaguely. "Eastman is not a place for vampires to live. I know that very well."
"That's true, mystical ethnologist." The prophet from the tower coughed.
Old Osvid frowned: "Delabre is a madman, and the vampires will be finished in his hands sooner or later. But what happened to the alliance? They actually agreed?"
"Because of the covenant." The Saint told them, "Unlike the War of Dawn, the covenant of the Oath Keepers Alliance makes the relationship between those mysterious biological races more similar to economic mutual promotion rather than complete integration. When the Alliance They will never give up easily when their interests are harmed, but now that the Blood Tribe has withdrawn from the alliance... to be honest, it has no impact on most people at all."
"Due to the race's habits and innate conditions, these big bats are originally in need of help from others. Maybe others are happy to see their success." Terrence also said, "Of course, the alliance is not without losses. The Drablay family The mystery is second only to Barnett and Evangeline.”
"Then it's not called second best. They're not even close."
The "Deep Space Patriarch" didn't even look at his colleagues. He stared directly at his fingers, as if his purpose here, besides obeying the saint's orders, was to provide the gathering with information about mysterious creatures. of.
"I thought at least Valentine Zachary would not agree. What is this old lion thinking?" Osvid asked softly. "Is there something wrong within the Oath Keepers Alliance?"
"You have to know, Sidney, that the Oath Keepers Alliance was originally formed for the benefit of all races." The Saint explained to him, "You cannot use the standards of the Tower or Faf Tanner to ask them. In fact, Even Saint Valoran, who is full of contradictions, is more united than them. This is the existence of the alliance. Look, aren't there still many mysterious races that have not joined the alliance?"
In fact, the mysterious race of Knox is in the minority who have joined the Alliance. The Oath Keepers are certainly willing to grow their power, but they have to consider what new members will bring to each of them. If any small ethnic group could be taken in by the Alliance, Drablay might not be the only one who wants to leave now. What's more, truly powerful mysterious races such as the Mist Elves can themselves become the fulcrum of the mysterious realm without relying on collective survival.
The old astrologer had to admit that the Tower Prophet was right. "To be honest, since those small races can survive Knox's Hundred Years' War, they really don't need to seek refuge in any mysterious fulcrum." These powerful mysterious races do exist. "But Trollbandrablai is not a saint. His confidence is as questionable as his existence."
Even an astrologer like him, who specializes in astronomy, can't figure out whether vampires are creatures of order. Drablay actually dared to use this as an excuse. The key to the formation of blood descendants is no longer a secret to the mysterious realm. The so-called blood tradition he complained about in the Alliance Council sounded like nonsense. Let’s hope the members present in Parliament don’t laugh at this faux pas.
There was a slight scratching sound in the room. "Deep Space Patriarch" Terrence Stewart is scraping the wax off the table with his fingernails. His words echoed. "That's because," the temporary astronomy room professor said slowly, "there are no difficulties that we have to rely on the collective to overcome."
"Easy days always make people have some ridiculous ideas." The old astrologer snorted. "Sooner or later he will regret it."
"Not sooner or later, now."
The saint blows out the candle. "The Red Prophecy is happening in Eastman, and the wheel of fortune can no longer be stopped." He sighed tiredly, "Since we can't get out, we have to try our best to stop the loss. Before the meeting started, I had already put my All considerations have been informed to our commander."
The old astrologer's trembling hands were very frightened, and Terrence also raised his head. His eyes began to focus on the empty seat next to the saint. "He left soon?"
"After all, little Helen and the lion are still in Eastman." Old Oswide said in an ethereal and urgent voice, "and those two nasty little apprentices. Roma should learn a lesson, but You Leer was completely implicated by his mentor. This kind of thing is not suitable as an internship topic. Didn't anyone in the Ministry of Education raise any objection?"
"Bai promises me." Without the blood-red candle flame, the darkness is also reassuring. The saint stood up from his chair, and the night stars cast light on the wall. A dark blue star-patterned flag hung behind him, with silver threads flowing with the soft moonlight. "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs will handle this matter properly, and the tower does not need to provide any assistance other than intelligence information. In fact, he sealed the Star Gap after leaving."
"This is no joke! If the Red Prophecy corresponds to Drablay's action, then the entire vampire family will undoubtedly be involved. Let me tell you, even if he is the leader, there are things he can't do."
"But this is a request in vain. I have to take his feelings into consideration. He is not my apprentice...Besides, you must admit that our Lord Commander does have extraordinary abilities. At least he can deal with Drablay." The Saint Said, "The focus is still on Eastman. He himself also understands the significance of that small human country, and we must abide by the agreement. Eastman is indeed Chloe's vassal country, and we have the responsibility to protect it from the mysterious realm. It is not a vampire , but the mysterious realm is the problem he actually faces..."
"I bet the Oath Keepers won't help Drablay," Osvid said, "but the observation deck found traces of Faf Tanner in Eastman. The Blood Tribe and the Mist Elf You have a grudge, don’t you?”
"No, the night elves are the mortal enemies of the Vampires. Eastman is not the Horn of Darkness, otherwise the Vampires would not go anywhere." Terrence, a mysterious ethnologist, said.
"No matter what he's afraid of, our commander doesn't care about that. You know, fighting was the only subject he passed in those days." The old astrologer muttered.
"But he just came back from San Carlos." This statement is not quite accurate. It should be that he just demolished the City of Fog. Terrence expressed doubts, "Is the time too tight? The White Envoy will also be tired. Lord Saint, you are squeezing your employees."
"He took the initiative to work overtime." Old Oswide reminded. "It's different from me." Thanks to the White Envoy, he will be on duty at the observation deck for the entire harvest month. It can be seen that he is still brooding about it.
"It's indeed a bit excessive." The Tower Prophet suddenly blinked happily. "So when the time comes, it will be too late for us to help. This is the difference between Sky Tower and the Oath Keepers Alliance."
