Jumping from early evening to midnight, fatigue did not skip, but accumulated together. Uriel tried his best to suppress the urge to yawn, but his movement could not escape the eyes of the great astrologer.
"You'd better take a night's rest in Bloomnot, Uriel." Larsen slowed down. They passed by a floor-to-ceiling window facing the city. The star-studded City of Floating Clouds was as solemn and solemn as a church in candlelight. The blurred boundaries merged into the waterfall of the Port of Far Light, flowing silently. "After Roma comes back, you still have this time."
"I'm just sending Aiken back, Mr. Larsen, with the help of the Star Gap it won't take long."
"Do you have to tell me directly? You must be doing more than just this express delivery. I have no reason to stop you, but you'd better not give me a reason. Relax, proper rest can improve efficiency." He patted the apprentice. shoulders, and found that the latter seemed to have grown longer. "Don't act like there's a whole hell of demons chasing you behind you. You should be the hunter."
Unfortunately, he is the devil. Joey is the demon hunter. Being both a nameless person and a demon hunter, the world is really crazy. Having said that, in the normal world, let alone demons, there should not even be mystery. "I will listen to your advice. Mr. Larsen, how are demon hunters selected?"
"Without selection. The Cross Knights take on this responsibility at the same time after taking the oath. Ordinary cavalry teams wear the seven-pointed star logo, and they are also demon hunters. Of course, often only the most elite teams have this qualification. Uriel, How did you feel about fighting the devil at Iron Dragon Port in Knight's Bay?"
"Me?" Lord Mercury almost killed him, but Lord Flame Moon didn't show any strength at all. Uriel could only rely on his spiritual vision to avoid its sharp edges. “The difference in mystique is too great.”
"Your progress is unexpected, Uriel, but they may have lived for hundreds of years. It takes time to accumulate magic power."
Speaking of time, Uriel’s progress came from this. Psychic vision cannot allow him to bring the magic of dreams back to reality, but with constant practice, he can better control them. What really works is the Scroll of Oath, which allows anyone to accumulate a large amount of magic power in a short period of time, as long as the side effects are ignored.
But he couldn't completely ignore the side effects of the parchment rolls. Magic control is one thing, but magic control is another. The anchor point for returning from the dream is still unstable, and time is difficult to control. The most important thing is that his spirit cannot support too many repeated dreams. To make this magic work at his command, he needed more than just time.
"The demon lord should not be the enemy you deal with, but we have never been able to choose our enemies." The great astrologer led him around the observation tower. The observation deck of the Sky Tower is nearby and is still managed by Mr. Oswide. "Lion Ronaid hasn't come back yet. He has to negotiate with the Oath Keepers Alliance on behalf of your mentor. There are a bunch of weird and mysterious creatures on the Unicorn."
Uriel thought that Tekapo and the others had disembarked at Iron Dragon Port a long time ago, but he did not expect to be taken back to the tower by Joey.
"There are people with different identities." Larson told him, "For example, the Lumina Censita you know. Our commander is very good at turning aid into robbery. I hope you don't learn from him."
"I guess he wants to protect the reputation of the tower." Uriel was making up excuses while he couldn't help but want to know the situation of Tekapo and Nimue.
"Using the method of spreading fear. Of course, I don't know the diplomatic method, but a proper display of friendliness will help the communication between the mysterious fulcrums. Do you understand the benefits of this kind of diplomatic exchanges, Uriel?"
"Blumnot's alchemy potions are cheaper, and there is never a shortage of mysterious materials."
"That's it. So don't worry, Ms. Tekapo and her friends will be properly accommodated. She is different from Bishop Edgar of the Glorious Council." At this time Uriel and Larson walked through a long corridor, with two sides. There are many portraits hanging on the walls. He began to recognize their destination as a conference room.
Seeing that he was about to reach the end, Uriel couldn't help but ask: "What is my mentor going to do with the alliance's warriors?"
"We don't know the commander's plans, but the Prophet has temporarily relieved him of his work. I can tell you that the Blue Envoy Dean Rubin is not easier to get along with than your mentor... You are now Chloe The tower's first high-level apprentice, Uriel. Why don't you think about how to graduate quickly? If you are a formal member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, your opinions will be effective."
Official membership is probably not quite accurate. If he wanted to influence the style of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, he would have to become Kong Jing. That was really a distant dream, even for him now.
"Will Roma also join the Foreign Office?"
"She is just like you now. I will not let this child go to war for lighting the fire. She needs to learn magic to protect herself, not to kill her enemies."
Then they passed the image of the Prophet in the Tower. Uriel has never seen a saint, but the identity of the portrait is written below the frame. It is worth mentioning that the portraits in this corridor extend backward in time, but it seems that they are not the only ancestors of Croita. It is said that the Tower of Sky has a history of three thousand years, but the portraits here all belong to the period after the Dawn War.
"Mr. Larson, is my mentor with the Prophet now?" the apprentice said hesitantly.
"Commander? No, I don't think so. He wants to see you alone. Bai Zhizhi can't escape... Don't be afraid, the saint is more approachable than the commander. He is very kind, knowledgeable and wise. Naturally, he also knows how to get along with others. In fact, he doesn’t even look harsh. Oh, that painting is so unobjective, think about that statue..."
"A statue? A statue of a saint?"
"Sorry, I forgot, there is no statue. Originally there was, but Roma blew it up when he detonated the pudding in the auditorium last time. You must be familiar with explosions, right?" He teased.
Uriel wished everyone would forget that. "At least I didn't waste food." He coughed in response, but he was indeed not nervous at all.
Since Joey is away, Mr. Larsen borrows his key to take Uriel and Dalton back to the tower. At that time, they were being chased by church knights and nightingales, and Uriel didn't want to hold little Aiken's cradle in one hand while slashing other people's necks with his sword in the other. After returning to Bloomnot, Lord "Eye of Iron" asked Dalton to take Aiken to follow the guide and show him to Roma. Uriel was notified to go to the top floor to meet with Croita. The prophet.
Somehow, he felt that meeting the Saint this time would be particularly difficult. Some secrets are okay if revealed, but some secrets mean death if blurted out. For example, the Nameless One, or Wittek and the association behind him... At this time, Uriel suddenly remembered that he witnessed Gunther accepting the Black Knight's Fire Contract in the church. He knew the magic spell, but had no time to use it.
Or maybe the prophet has already seen through his past and future, so he asked for this meeting? Uriel couldn't tell whether this was a test. Where is Joey? How could he hide it from the saint's eyes? Or does the prophet also know his secret?
Vision
But a second later, none of those problems were a problem. The apprentice also returned to reality. Larson led him to the door and motioned for him to go in himself.
Uriel did so. He prepared himself for the ceremonial words in response to the greeting. The prophet was indeed a kind man, and even took the initiative to talk to Uriel... However, his words were stuck in his throat.
The room was empty, the windows were wide open, and the night breeze lifted the curtains. This was not the case in my dream. He didn't do anything unnecessary on the way, but the future was completely different from what he saw. Uriel suddenly lost his ability to think.
"Even if you do nothing, there will be changes in the future." The rocking chair rotated half a circle, revealing the mysterious creature in the shadows.
He is only 60-70% similar to his appearance in the portrait, because the differences are all shown by his agile expression and posture. The prophet looked at the apprentice with a smile on his face, his fingers resting on the metal case of a long chain pocket watch. The pointer passed a grid, and his smile flashed away. This is a kind of friendly, cordial but mischievous smile, which makes people instantly realize that the person sitting here is not a stagnant old fool, but an explorer who still has curiosity and thirst for knowledge and will never know. There will be a day of retirement.
The Saint of Croita was quite famous before the War of Dawn, which means that he is at least more than a thousand years old. After the smile passed, the Prophet was a dignified old man, as the stereotypes of age and legend suggest. He has a snow-white beard that seems to come from the story, sunken eyes, pink skin, and a bald head. His face is densely wrinkled, but his eyes are clear in black and white, and the pupils change size with the light. Before meeting the prophet, Uriel did not think that there would be pure black irises in the world, but the eyes of the saint were like a pair of holes absorbing color, which made people feel awe of the unknown from the bottom of their hearts.
But other than that, there was no terrifying pressure of mystery in the air. If you put aside the difference between dreams and reality, the atmosphere in the room can be called relaxed. Uriel gradually regained his thinking.
"Saint...Sir." He found that he actually held his breath, and almost choked when he opened his mouth. "I am Uriel. I will remember your teachings." Can he see my dreams? Or just because of prediction? As his mind started to work again, Uriel felt uneasiness rising in his heart.
"Don't be afraid, young man." The prophet stood up. The style of his robe was different from that of the great astrologer, but it seemed somewhat familiar. Uriel didn't have time to think about where he had seen similar attire. He threw the pocket watch into a pile of manuscript papers on the table, and the hands stopped. "Don't think too much. I just entered your dream by mistake."
