The unlucky rain kept falling. Roma was itching all over and shivering from the cold. Her beard was dripping, the skin on her back was almost exposed, and her tail hung wetly inches above the ground. The only good thing is that the rainwater is not salty.
She made a gurgling sound in her throat, trying to comfort herself. Human form is convenient, but the lion is not without its benefits. In recent days, the tower has been shrouded in a gloomy dark cloud, which even the magic of the security team cannot dispel. Everyone is in a low mood and is in various situations. Astrologers couldn't see the night sky, and envoys from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs braved wind and rain all day long, cursing their soaked coats and socks. The city of floating clouds is covered by dull low pressure.
Only the Stormsinger and his Sheriff's Department are happy. Pedestrians hurriedly walked on the wet streets, and everyone hoped to go home to take shelter from the rain. The continuous rain extinguished greed, lust and criminal impulses, and 20% fewer thieves were caught every day. But Roma flipped through the newspaper and didn't see any new cases solved by the famous detective queen in the ring city. It seemed as if the "eternal peace" in the gospel had suddenly arrived. She didn't expect this world to be so boring.
"Roma?" Sabina couldn't find her again. Every time the little lion disappeared from her sight, Miss Astrologer would get extremely nervous. It seems like I can run as high as a tower. "Slow down! Where are you?"
"This way." Roma climbed back from the terrace and deliberately shook her tail fur at her.
"You can't run around here." Sabina wanted to hide, but there was a portrait behind her. This corridor is full of precious portraits, at least a hundred years old. She had no choice but to stand still, a fluorescent light bursting out from her fingers.
The dry air blew by, and Roma stretched her neck comfortably until water droplets splashed into her ears. She jumped up, nearly knocking the sculpture over. The picture frame creaked due to the rubbing, and the little lion transformed back into human form and pushed it back to its original position with a slap. "It's really dangerous."
In the process, she noticed that the person in the painting seemed familiar.
"What are you doing here? I've been looking for you for a long time!"
Roma twitched her ears. "You can't run around here, that's why I came here." Of course that wasn't the reason, but why did she take the initiative to confess? "I know you are scared to death of old Oswald."
"Nonsense! I respect him."
"You're lying. I would hate him."
"I'm not you. Mr. Osvid is a great astrologer. He...he is old and insists on staying up late every day to study the stars."
"Larson is also a great astrologer." As for staying up late, she could hear the old astrologer snoring in her bedroom every day.
"You know, this is different." Sabina grabbed her hand dissatisfied, "Come on, it's easy to be encountered here. The prophet has sealed the conference room." She looked around suspiciously, Just run down the stairs.
However, Roma was not dragged by her. "You won't come to see the Lord Commander, will you?" Miss Astrologer asked softly.
Of course Roma would not be stupid enough to give an answer. "Are you scared? Who asked you to tell me this matter."
Sabina's expression was probably one of regret. When she confided her feelings, she never expected that Roma would have such courage. In terms of trouble-making ideas, she is far inferior to the other party. When the little lion escaped from the tower, she was completely left behind. "No!" At least Sabina still had some memory.
"I didn't say what I was going to do." The little lion Roma had already walked to the door of the conference hall.
Since the Destiny Meeting had not yet been held, the door was ajar. Lying in the crack of the door, she could clearly see the sofa inside and the lounge that was locked on the side, but she couldn't see completely.
"Don't go there." Sabina almost screamed.
Roma stopped, but only for a second. Miss Astrologer rushed across the corridor and tugged on her sleeves, but after igniting the fire, the professional difference made it impossible for her to effectively stop her. Roma manipulated the magic power, causing the mystery to fall into his eyes, and then opened the door.
"There's no one inside." She felt like she was being fooled. The prophet sealed the meeting room, but there was nothing inside. Sabina is lying to me?
At this moment, the locked door opposite the sofa suddenly erupted with a muffled sound, as if something in the lounge fell on the door panel. The two brats shivered in fright, but there was only a loud bang and no follow-up. After the shock subsided, they watched the wood tremble and dust fell, and then they were sure that it was not an illusion.
"Who?" Roma stretched out her paw. Something is wrong. "The door is locked from the outside, is that right?" She turned to her companion for confirmation.
"Let's run!" Sabina begged.
"Shh." She moved closer instead. "I have something to ask. Lord Commander?"
Even though she was so probing, she would never believe it if the other party responded in the affirmative. There is no reason for the commander to knock on the door as an answer. He should be straightforward.
Miss Astrologer seemed to be about to say something, but the door rang again. There were footsteps in the corridor, light and dense. "Someone is coming!" She kept looking back and looking at the little lion with pleading and accusing eyes.
Roma thought she was calmer than her, but as she approached the lounge, the door panel shook even more violently, almost falling off the wall, and her heartbeat accelerated. Overwhelming fear grew from the cracks, like a big dark cloud rushing towards her, Roma swallowed her saliva.
After returning to the tower, she had almost forgotten the feeling of being suppressed by the mystery. The air seemed to condense into solid ice, sliding along the trachea and into the lungs. In Ms. Mabel's cabin and the core of the Mystery of Pain, the Black Knight and Lord Mercury, and even that damn wizard Azrubber, they all brought her such uncomfortable feelings.
"Don't do anything stupid, Roma!" Sabina begged.
The little lion already regretted it, but the danger was a premonition, not reality. She believed that the White Envoy wouldn't hurt her... well, actually she wasn't so sure. How do I notify him? The footsteps in the corridor became closer and more urgent, and the door to the lounge shook more violently. Sabina covered her eyes. The next second we will be caught.
Because of this, she didn't see Roma suddenly grab the cracked edge of the door, and then withdraw her hand as if frightened.
There was a crash, and Roma saw something flash past the handle. Mostly a sealing magic, just like the door she closed in confinement. She was a little doubtful of her guess. Was it the White Envoy inside? The great astrologer may also borrow the lounge...
"Eberly," she said softly.
Patrolling guards broke into the conference hall. Roma grabbed Sabina and dragged her off the ledge. The poor astrologer lost her support and fell from the bottomless tower into the boundless sea of clouds. She suddenly burst into uncontrollable screams of terror. They fell between thick, moist clouds, and rain hit them.
For a brief moment, Roma opened the maintenance department's standard longbow—it could only have been stolen—and aimed it above his head. In the heavy rain, it was difficult for the mysterious creature to open its eyes, but she was not worried about losing her target.
"Lingxi"
The mark glowed in her vision. The arrow plunged into the clouds with the rope. A few seconds later, a sudden pull came from her wrist, and the severe pain made her almost let go. Roma clung to the rope tightly, and the magic power flowed through the fascia, finally ending the fall. Sabina hugged her neck, and the two of them swung back and forth in the air like pendulums. Her strength was not inferior to mine, and the little lion felt it was difficult to breathe.
They fell down three floors at most. Roma struggled to climb up to the rope-fixed terrace. There were newspapers floating down from the previous layer at her feet. The scraps of paper became wet in the rain. The arrow was nailed into a crack in the ground, and the metal rod had been bent. She glared at Sabina as she pulled out the arrow, complaining, "You've gotten a lot heavier."
Miss Astrologer was dizzy and now she was shaking on the floor. "I'm growing up! Not like you."
"Shh, keep your voice down." The rope was cut by her. "There's someone upstairs. Did they open the door?"
"You actually think I care about this!?"
"Oh, you are so lazy."
The astrologer lady rushed forward and strangled her neck: "Why drag me down! We can't fly!"
"You can't fall down, coward." The anti-gravity mysterious field at the bottom of the tower is stronger than Blumnot's. They also discussed jumping down to play a game, but they were severely punished by the passing great astrologer Osvid. A meal. Seeing that Sabina lowered her voice, Roma didn't laugh at her anymore. "Okay, don't make any noise, I want to listen carefully."
The higher the floor, the better the sound insulation, but terraces are an exception. Roma strained her ears, trying to catch every sound above her head. Footsteps and impacts. But no one said anything. There was no human voice the whole time. Is it a person coming? She couldn't tell.
But the roar stopped, after a sharp crack. Roma finally made out the footsteps. Two people, one of whom is very familiar, is probably their mentor Larsen. As for the other one, she could only be sure that it was not the "Silver Cross". Sabina said that the old astrologer seemed to be floating on the carpet when he walked, but this man's steps were heavy. She held her breath, but hair sprouted on her arms unconsciously.
"It's so cold." Sabina shivered again.
Cold air blew into the terrace, and Roma watched the rain freeze. It seems that Sabina didn't lie to me, the commander is indeed in the conference room. In just a few moments, they began to exhale white mist. The little lion picked up the bow and arrow and dragged the shivering Miss Astrologer down the stairs.
…
A few yards away, frost creeping down from the top floor followed their watery footsteps and froze the corridor until a glimmer of light came around the corner. In the dim light, the condensation suddenly stopped, and the frost flowers broke into pieces and disappeared into the pile of the carpet.
…
As they dried themselves in the magic, Sabina finally had the chance to ask: "What did you do to him?"
Unexpectedly, she actually noticed the little move, and Roma was surprised. "Why are you always staring at me?"
"The last time I knocked on the door, the Commander asked me to leave." This was not much of a basis. "I brought you here this time, and he was angry!"
When she ran to Gray-winged Bird Island alone, the White Envoy wasn't even angry. Roma suspected that most of their impressions of the leader were misunderstandings caused by imagination. "Speaking of this, why are you looking for the commander?"
"I...is responsible for notifying emergencies." Sabina quickly moved past the topic, "But this time is different. Roma! How could you just go there like that? We were almost frozen. What happened?"
"I threw Eberly in."
Sabina didn't hear clearly: "Who?"
"Eberly."
Miss Astrologer looked at her in disbelief, as if what Roma had just thrown into the lounge was not the mentor's ring, but a tube of lit fireworks. "You're crazy!"
"Really?" the little lion yawned, "Fortunately I didn't throw away the pepper. Oh, now we don't need to go to the library every day."
Sabina didn't understand: "Not going?"
"Uriel said it. He only said it to me!" It seems that he also knows that Sabina always does bad things. Roma was very proud. "He will return to the tower soon to discuss matters with his mentor. What's wrong with me informing the Minister of Foreign Affairs of his movements?" Otherwise, she would not provoke the commander. "Anyway, I helped him! I The envoy from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will be here soon!" She ran unbearably excitedly.
"Dream on you! Your confinement period is not over yet!"
Roma stumbled and fell on her face in the middle of the aisle.
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The sofa gave off a burnt smell, burning cotton wool coiled in the colliding air currents, and sparks and ice shards flew everywhere. Larsen quickly raised the dictionary to block a sharp wooden thorn. When he put his hand down, he found that the hard shell cover had been pierced. "This is a rare book." He hurriedly hid behind a statue to check the possibility of rescuing the dictionary.
"Well, it's all ruined," he concluded.
The sudden change alarmed the Destiny Assembly, but the prophet was nowhere to be seen. Larsen arranged for the on-duty personnel to go to the lower floors to inform, while completely blocking the conference room. Even members of the Destiny Assembly cannot enter the lounge at this moment. This actually does not require him to bother or bother, since no one wants to come to this level since the prophet gave the order.
As for the whereabouts of his mentor, Larsen also had some guesses.
"There is no one on this floor, Your Excellency." The guard on duty reported despite the cold air, "Except for the owners of these furs..."
"...and my apprentice." Two naughty kids. Larsen's head hurt, but there was nothing he could do. Roma was disobedient, and although Sabina was obedient, she was never the one to come up with ideas. When the same thing happens next time, she will just be dragged away by the little lion... In short, you can never count on them. "Are they injured?"
"It doesn't matter if you lose your hair." A few golden lion hairs were blown away by the wind.
"It's better to teach her to drop a few more." Larsen sighed. He handed the damaged dictionary to the other party: "Take it to the club and ask Mr. Sidney to help repair it. When I come out, remember to ask me, 'Do you need someone from the maintenance department to repair the lounge?' Do remember this." "
"Uh, I need to inform the maintenance department, sir?"
"No. Remember to ask me that sentence...do you remember which sentence it is?"
"I remember, Your Excellency."
"Very good. You have a great future. Let's go." Larsen watched as the confused guard rolled and fled downstairs. These guys are very crisis aware.
He turned and made a scratch behind the statue. Golden magic patterns spread on the stone surface, and then the door opened. Fortunately, there was a star gap, otherwise I would have been able to cross this distance on two legs.
It wasn't too cold in the room. Cold and frost are repulsed by higher mysteries and cannot manifest here. The tower prophet Demosis was blocking the window, leaning out half of his body to close the window. When he saw Larson, he raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Guess what I saw?" ” The voice sounded in his heart.
"moon. ’ Larson replied.
"more than. There are also witches and cats flying in the moon. 』
It turned out that they escaped from there. "Looks like I have to notify the maintenance department to reinforce the windows. 』
"Let them fly. Anyway, it's not me who goes to the sea of clouds to fish for them." ” The saint closed the window, “Roma threw this thing on my head.” The night whispering ring Eberly lay quietly in the palm of his hand. It expertly pretends to be dead.
This little devil! She was finished. Larson didn't know how to answer, "What else did she throw?" 』
"don’t worry. She's not here to play games. The prophet told him, "This boy was entrusted with bringing in Eberle." 』
"who? 』
"I'm afraid it's Uriel. He was still in Moniantoros, but his mission was over. With Sauron Gessen in his hands, he could only contact his mentor through Roma. 』
Larson couldn't help but turn his head to check on the Bai Zhishi. It is not accurate to say that he looked at it. Due to the difference in mystery, he could only see a messy strip of light in the center, accompanied by weird colored strings and clusters of spots. If he concentrated, he could also catch many ripples in it.
Among these chaotic phenomena, Larsen only recognized the continuous vitality of the "Yabuna Seed" and the cold magic power of the disorderly fluctuation. In comparison, the erosion caused by the latter was more obvious. "I'm afraid the commander can't answer him. 』
"It's almost time." ” The prophet said, “In four days at most, when the materials are consumed, the ceremony will end, and our commander will have to return to his post. Time passes too slowly sometimes. He needs someone to share the responsibility for him, but the young man has not yet grown up. 』
Larsen felt it was too fast. To be honest, he was shocked. "Four days?" I remember that one Seed of Abuna takes a week..."
"You asked me last time, Larson. Memories are not trustworthy to you. But I still have news that you need to remember. Look, the White Envoy's mystery is increasing. 』
"He's recovering. 』
"No. It has far exceeded the standard. What do you think this means? ’ asked the prophet.
incredible. "Saint?" 』
"It's still a little worse, but it's enough to reflect the benefits of order pressure reduction. Perhaps the elementalist is more promising than the astrologer. "This sentence is just a joke. The White Envoy is not a pure elementalist. His profession is between elements and warriors, and is not greatly affected by the tide.
The most important thing is that the "Winter Guard" does not have the ancient inheritance of the tower like the astrologer profession. Larson was fully aware of this, and that was why he repeatedly rejected Roma's inclination towards the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It's a pity that the little lion is still not interested in astrology, and now he has changed his job to become a windrunner.
There is no need to report Roma's condition to the prophet, this girl is still just an apprentice. But the other's condition cannot be ignored. He is more tormented than Roma. "The Nightingale of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs received news that Uriel founded the new Church of Gaia in Antroros. 』
"So, he succeeded? 』
"I'm afraid so. ” Larsen also felt a bit dreamy. Although the Church of Gaia cannot compare with the Mystical Fulcrum, it is at least a religious and mysterious organization with a long history. It was just transformed by a few young people, turning heresy into orthodoxy. "The original Pope Gundrias clearly supported him, and the wizards were actually willing to speak for him! Those monks who were involved in buying, selling, and adopting children had their heads hanging all over the city walls." He did not object to this.
“So, he has already achieved something? 』
"The jury is still out. The momentum of church reform may be short-lived, and I think the Silent School will be the first to respond. 』The factions of wizards are severely divided and their strength is extremely disparate. As a subordinate mysterious organization, the Church of Gaia cannot stay out of the matter. "Undercurrent fighting is not what Uriel is good at, and even his mentor cannot guide him. ” The center of power of the Silent School and the prophet are both saints, so they must be careful every step they take. "I think it's better to order him to return to the tower and wait until the commander wakes up. 』
"Wizard faction?" No, Larson, their reaction is not our concern, not even their own. Let them have their way, and I dare say they will be in bad luck if they put their hands into the church. Can we end the entertainment news? I think you must have something slightly bigger to say. 』
"It has something to do with the sky. ’ Larson told his mentor, ‘Tattoo’ is dead. 』
For a long time, Larson received no further answer from the prophet. He stared at the texture of the floor, which seemed to hold infinite mysteries. "I know, it's probably the hands of the association. 』
"The 'King' has been missing for a long time. 』
"But he lives, no doubt about it. Back then, when facing the evil dragon, he could advance and retreat freely... But compared to the enemy, I was most worried about the allies. 』
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