Sabina felt as if her heartbeat had stopped. "I'm sorry, Lord Commander." Why are you saying this? She didn't understand it herself.
"You have found the wrong person." Bai Zhizhi said.
The commander's answer was as baffling as her response, and Sabina didn't know if she should be grateful. what happened? She couldn't understand it at all.
"are you cold?"
"Cold? No. Not at all." Should I say goodbye? Or are you waiting for orders? He seemed to have something to say and was not surprised by her sudden visit. Of course, the White Envoy could detect someone approaching when I heard the first footsteps entering the corridor. Fortunately, I didn't hesitate. Sabina bit her lip.
At this time, a low whisper suddenly came from behind the door, and Sabina felt the fire tremble. She is already a mysterious creature, able to sense magic and mystery. This kind of perception is very weak, not worth mentioning compared to the sky realm... However, she truly felt the surge of magic power, which was an unprecedented experience. I'm just a ring step, she thought to herself, this is impossible. Sabina has a wealth of occult knowledge. She is the best astrologer apprentice in this generation, but reality seems to be overturning the experience she gained from books.
"Did you hear that?"
The words stung like an ice pick. Sabina finally felt the cold. "What? Sir, I don't understand." Bai Zhishi's eyes were like two pieces of burning blue ice. It was difficult for her to describe his gaze. Say something. Don't be silent anymore. "I'm sorry, my lord."
"The apprentices in the Foreign Office are not my responsibility. Go away."
Somehow, Miss Astrologer suddenly felt that the anxiety and excitement in her chest had been cooled down as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her. She extremely regretted her reckless behavior, and felt even more guilty for deceiving her mentor for her own selfish reasons. She and Roma had gotten into trouble thousands of times in the past, but she never sincerely regretted any of them. She's very similar to Roma in this way - Sabina can make amends for her mistakes, so she's not afraid of making mistakes. Even the observation ball was broken by them, didn't Sabina also repair it?
However, there's no denying that Sabina used her talents to cause trouble for others. It's nothing more than a trivial matter, Roma even escaped from the tower and participated in the Red Prophecy that even Croita must treat with caution. If she continues to be so unscrupulous, sooner or later she will make similar mistakes. For a moment, Sabina found that her eyes were filled with tears. She quickly reached out and wiped her face to stop sobbing.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, "Roma made a serious mistake, and she should apologize to you. I, I hope you can forgive her, Lord Commander, she has always wanted to be a messenger."
"Go find Eroni." The commander closed the door.
Sabina stood frozen.
Maybe it was the commander's preconceptions that influenced her, otherwise Sabina didn't know why she would bring up this matter. But no matter what, if I had taken good care of Roma, the White Envoy would not have been injured in the mission. Ever since she overheard that the commander was going to spend a long vacation in Bloomnot, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.
I adore him, Sabina thought, and there's a difference between this feeling and love. Every apprentice in the tower worships, admires and fears the White Envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, even his own apprentices. Am I expecting unrealistic dreams? Stories and songs are not reality. She understood completely and was surprised that she had only realized this now.
The White Envoy is not His Excellency the Lion. Sabina stood in front of the door and thought. Most likely, he had never considered finding a woman, let alone hoping to marry someone like Larson and spend the rest of his life with her. He doesn't need this. I can't take him at face value. The White Envoy was the commander of the Sky Realm before Sabina was born, but until now, there was only one apprentice in the entire tower who could be counted among his relatives and friends. This was not without reason. He refuses to connect with anyone, and he doesn't care about others at all.
Sabina wiped her face again, feeling that it was difficult to stop her tears. She couldn't say why.
…
"I've never heard of this position, my lord, you can't just fool the apprentice." Larsen suggested, "Even if you don't serve as a garrison, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs still lacks manpower. We don't have to do this."
The Prophet responded by asking him to help pass over a jug of milk. "I have to maintain my appearance." He explained, "Uriel has only come to Chloe not long ago."
"I didn't ask that."
"Okay, what do you want to ask about the astrologer?"
"He doesn't want to be an astrologer either." Uriel is already a high-level person. His mysterious profession and strength are enough to shoulder the responsibility of an emissary. Larson believes that there is no need to only focus on his talent. In a remote area like Eastman Four Leaf City, becoming a mysterious creature is the biggest threshold. Who would choose? "Reliable? What does this mean?"
"I am following his interests, Larson. Uriel is not a White Emissary, and has not even been tested by the Fire, but what he has done for the tower is unmatched by many of the residents... Take this position as a He will be happy with the award.”
"The position prepared for him?" After Larson learned about the incident of the Broken Moon God, the Affairs Department arranged an elegant residence for Uriel. As a hero who stopped the Broken Moon, this reward seems a bit unqualified, but the prophet is very clear about everyone's needs, and the rewards are mostly given out in a hidden form.
The apprentices of the White Envoy, like Sabina and Roma, have special treatment in the entire Croyta. This was not because of their mentor's high status in the mysteries, but because the astronomy room and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs were important elements of the tower. The apprentices of great astrologers are naturally better than ordinary astrology tutors, but in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the messengers' apprentices have no choice. Not to mention the commander, the Blue Envoy and the Lion have no apprentices at all.
Of course, since the White Envoy became the leader, many mysterious creatures have come here to enter the astrologer's tower. After all, in comparison, the threshold of the tower is lower than that of the Silent School and the Oath Keepers Alliance. The recruitment of members of the Radiant Council requires faith requirements. The other mysterious fulcrums are either the dynasty of the fog elves, or they can't even find their shadows. . To be honest, the tower actually belongs to the latter.
"Not exactly." The saint began to put sugar cubes in the coffee mixed with milk. Larson had always found his mentor's taste inexplicable. "The tower does have messengers. They are the predecessors of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Before the dragon disaster spread, there was no Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Chloe. The astrologers were guests of the Aurenia Empire. We don't need to worry about protecting ourselves."
"Astrologers are now in an equally prestigious position."
"Most of the time, it is. The War of the Saints tore apart the last curtain of peace. Our ability to keep our vassal country depends on the location and observation deck of the Floating Cloud Capital." There is also the Tower Prophet himself. He knew Larsen even if he didn't tell him. "The Silent School evolved from the Mercury Temple and inherited the mystery of order. They also received assistance from the Church of Gaia during their decline. Even the Holy Council of Radiance - when the Silver Song Knights left the Temple, who would have thought that only How can an empty judicial institution be so powerful now?"
"Agents are good at speculation."
"Connilivis dared to seize the opportunity." The prophet corrected, "The disaster of the undead is our responsibility. The undead lord was born in Garvash, but the Destiny Assembly knew nothing about it. Oh, I forgot you at that time Not born yet.”
"The Garwash invasion was two hundred years ago, my lord." I thought I was old enough and had been single long enough. "At that time, even the commander was just an apprentice."
"He is not an apprentice, Larson. Our Lord Commander did not have an apprenticeship period. You don't understand him. In fact, no one in the Destiny Assembly understands him... Your times are too far away." The prophet drank the cup of coffee, and sure enough, He turned around and told Larsen to get water. "Helen told me it tastes better this way," he complained.
"Uriel is different. He is not the White Envoy."
The prophet cannot deny. “What do you think the Ministry of Foreign Affairs means to the Tower?”
"I will not discuss the meaning with you, my lord, it makes no sense at all. What happened to the messenger?"
"The two-dimensional ladder needs a manager...hell, you should joke with me anyway, so you can get some experience in front of Helen. She will be going to Abroz soon. It's a terrible place, isn't it? Than Eastman is also a headache... A messenger is a person who conveys prophecies to astrologers, or in other words, astrologers are actually messengers from the god of fate. We guide mortals to protect order from disasters. Once the astrologers cannot escape, It is up to the messenger to convey the news. Of course, now that the mysterious field does not respect the ancient system, astrologers need the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the disasters that endanger order are also solved by the messengers of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
"Then the messenger...?"
"The White Envoy is enough to guard the tower. We don't need to reserve strength to compete with other mysterious fulcrums. This will only delay the business. The Hell Gate Eastman and Kamaria should not be handled by us... Okay , now times have changed, the mysterious realm needs monitors to maintain law and order, and any small friction will turn into a war. People are busy fighting. Uriel is a good boy, but he will not be the second White Envoy .I hope he isn't either."
Larson tried to take it literally: "You don't think he's going to make it past the ring steps?"
"What? I didn't say that."
Larson took a deep breath and decided to ignore his mentor's words. "Then I think you are wasting his talent. Lord Saint, Uriel is already a high-level player. Now he only needs to make up for the basics and he can take up important positions immediately. Both San Carlos and Eastman need garrisoners, and he still needs With Ain’s blessing…”
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