It's just a boat ticket. Roma comforted herself, I just bought the ticket for her, that's all. Even if the war is in the middle and everything is turbulent, everyone has the right to leave Blumnot, as long as safety is not a concern.
But when it came to the end, she still couldn't let go. She held the piece of paper in her hand and looked at it carefully. The departure station is Provendel and the final station is Hocolin.
The Battle of Sky Island ended more than ten days ago. The place cannot be called absolutely safe, but it is
The jurisdiction of the "gatekeeper" Lord Jerem is beyond the reach of the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs. If you want to avoid the turmoil caused by the law enforcement team, Huoklin is undoubtedly a good choice.
Agatha Poirot always makes the best choices. what about me? she couldn't help but think. What are my best options?
According to the prophet, I should do nothing to avoid causing trouble to Larson through recklessness. But some things don’t just disappear automatically if you turn a blind eye.
They happened before her eyes, and maybe one day they would happen to someone she was familiar with... After all, Roma Penelope, the trainee emissary of the tower, was innocent, enthusiastic, smart, and always acted faster than she thought. Not hard-hearted.
Roma called the gardener.
"There is a letter for you to deliver. The location is uncertain." The other party's tone was also uncertain.
"What letter, miss?"
"No need to spend money, just use paper. Send it to the Sheriff's Bureau or No. 221 Berg Street. Do you want to go? There are five gold coins here." The gardener took the money and stopped asking.
Roma put the ticket into the envelope without leaving any mark. She had no doubt that the gardener would turn around and tell Larson about this, but that was exactly the attitude she was showing.
As for whether the recipient of the letter will be confused, well, if Agatha is as wise as people say, she will definitely understand the meaning.
In fact, Roma had to admit that Agatha Poirot was a rare smart person. Although this woman was a subordinate of the Blue Envoy, she had given Roma help.
Now it's just reciprocation. To say the least, her intelligence is worth a holiday ticket. I don't take any risks by doing this.
Even if people discover their little secret one day, it won't hurt at all: Agatha Poirot is a famous figure in the newspapers, but she is just a minor figure to the mysterious pivot, and no one cares about her whereabouts.
She comforted herself for a while, and finally waited until the gardener brought a reply, and hurriedly opened it and read it. Not much content, remove it
"grown ups"
Nonsense words like "Miss" are much more sincere than speaking to her face to face. The guy expressed his gratitude and invited her to lunch.
Roma agreed. Tomorrow morning, Agatha Poirot will leave Bloomnott by boat. They meet frequently, and perhaps this will be the last time before the end of the demon hunting campaign.
But the other party didn't look as ecstatic as he imagined.
"Miss Roma," the detective called. She was sitting by the window, wearing a police uniform white shirt and belted trousers, without a coat.
The little lion climbed onto the chair opposite her.
"It's time for you to pack, Detective."
"Oh, please forgive me, but I've already sorted it out."
"You expected me to agree?" She shrugged.
"It seems I shouldn't confess."
"It's good that you know." Roma frowned unhappily.
"Why are you doing this? I'm not here for you to make fun of your savior."
"No. No. I apologize. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Roma. Try this dish, crocodile mushroom soup. It is said to be your favorite."
"How do you know?" the little lion muttered. She regretted it as soon as she said it. As expected, these words made the detective very proud, as if his professional ability had been affirmed.
"I always have my own information channels." Roma took a sip. The soup tasted surprisingly good, and the side dishes also had a unique flavor.
She raised her eyebrows and became slightly more energetic. Then, the little lion picked up a large piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. His sharp teeth tore open the fascia, and his tongue tasted the strong flavor of spices.
"Bah! Pepper." She continued sucking on the bone. After she finished enjoying her meal, Agatha ordered two more drinks.
Roma rolled her eyes and said abruptly: "I also know about you, Poirot, and the 'Styles incident.'" The drink in her cup swayed.
"That was a long time ago." But you will never forget it. The little lion thought. I will remember it if I change it.
That was the moment of fate, when an ordinary astrologer's apprentice died and a great detective queen was born.
Of course, Roma would not deliberately poke wounds, but Agatha's departure from the City of Floating Clouds was not caused by her, but by the detective's own wishes.
This disturbed Roma. She felt it necessary to scare the other party, lest Agatha suddenly change her mind and come back.
"A special espionage incident." Roma pointed out.
"Not a spy."
"Okay, it's the devil..."
"...The Nameless One." Agatha held the cup,
"My mentor, Mr. Styles - I still want to call him that - is just an omission in the fire ceremony. He is not a nightingale, nor is he a devil. At least the devil did not come before he passed away." She said this seriously. of.
Roma thought.
"If you're not a nightingale, how can you hide in the tower? The fire ceremony is never forgotten."
"Ah, you have to believe that there are coincidences in this world. The soul of the nameless person is different, but before it is ignited, it is not that different from ordinary people. Some special mysterious items can cover it up... and I participated once The Secretary of Affairs will not force you to participate in the ceremony a second time. Mr. Styles stays in the tower every year and is immersed in the subject. He has no interest in repeated activities."
"This is his way of hiding himself." Agatha shook her head.
"I would like to hear the details." Roma signaled. The detective shuddered. But the headline queen lives up to her name and is not someone Roma can easily test.
She quickly regained her composure and said, "Mr. Styles and I got acquainted through the apprenticeship assignment of the Ministry of Education, and later became his apprentice for about half a year. We usually have no conflicts, and I don't have any bad habits or major flaws, so, Generally speaking, both sides get along harmoniously."
"One day, I found something was wrong with him... It was just a little intuition at first. We need to use refrigerant every day, a very heavy kind, a large can. I bought dozens of cans at a time and put them in a box. I saw The traces of dust under the box are wrong.”
"Trails of dust?"
"The box is very heavy. Very heavy. Unless it is an envoy from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it is impossible to move it by manpower alone. Neither can mysterious creatures. We all climb up and take cans one by one, but that box... I walked around to the side , I saw a long and thin line on the dust-free ground. That was left after the heavy object was moved." Roma paused.
She didn't know what to say. Whether it's the detective looking at a warehouse box, going around to one side, or her motivation for finding traces on the ground, it's hard for the little lion to put herself in someone else's shoes and understand.
"I... made a lot of assumptions at the time, such as some kind of tool, or a mysterious method that I knew. Obviously, who moved the box has nothing to do with me. Nothing was lost. I was just curious." Her fingers tightened on the handle of the cup. .
"You used astrology?" Roma asked.
"No. I was just an apprentice at that time, not the outstanding one." The detective smiled at her, but his face was very pale.
"I'm more used to thinking, guessing, searching, and demonstrating on my own... Oh, my final thesis scores have always been high. This is one of the honors that cannot be erased when I was young." Roma blinked and said nothing. He gave the other party a respectful silence.
I don't know what honors I can get in this life, but 'excellent thesis' is definitely not among them.
"Since then, I started to pay attention to people entering and leaving the warehouse." The detective closed his eyes and said,
"Gradually, based on the old and new traces, I judged that the person who moved it was either Mr. Styles, or a couple who likes to have a tryst in the warehouse - maybe the box was not moved, but was only disturbed by collisions, dust, etc. .Young people are always frizzy."
"Where are the staff who transport the refrigerant?" Little Lion asked.
"I ruled him out. You won't like to hear the specific details of the method." Roma closed her mouth. The two guests finished their meals and left together.
When the door was closed, a cool breeze flowed into the room. Amidst the jingling of wind chimes, Agatha Poirot continued: "I think the latter is more suspicious, but before starting to observe, I gave the transcript to the instructor, hoping to get his recommendation." Every tower apprentice Everyone needs to go through this step.
The mentor allocates promotion spots to qualified apprentices, allowing them to ignite the fire and become mysterious creatures.
"The fire ceremony was just around the corner and everyone was very busy, including Mr. Styles. He didn't have time to look at my results and wasn't free until the evening. I think he was very tired by then."
"I waited for a day with no results, so I went to the office to look for him in the middle of the night. Mr. Styles's rest time is just like that of an ordinary astrologer. He sleeps an average of 17 hours in three days and has a well-organized work schedule."
"Except for that day," Roma whispered. According to the tower's account - in fact, it is a detailed and immersive account - Stiles accidentally lost something and groped on the ground.
During this period, he used magic that was different from his profession to lift a bronze sculpture, which was being looked at by his apprentice.
"Generally speaking, the Nameless Ones will never openly use fire magic. However, it is not so easy to control. It is like their innate instinct, an invisible hand, a special organ. When using this talent , just like something falls to the ground and you bend down to pick it up.”
"Just a quill," Stiles' former apprentice whispered.
"For a pen. He couldn't find it and thought he dropped it on the ground." Agatha lowered her head.
"But the pen was actually placed in the tea cup by mistake, facing the ink and pen holder." The cup said
There was a "click" sound. Roma didn't miss her clenched fingers, erratic breathing and changing expression.
This incident must have stirred up her emotions, but the truth of this emotion, whether it was regret or guilt, no one except Agatha herself knew.
"Have some soup," she said. The detective didn't refuse. Roma herself served her a bowl of thick soup. The juice reflected her pale face.
Agatha's thoughts on Stiles are unknown for the time being, but Roma's thoughts on the detective lady are probably known to everyone at this moment.
What am I doing? The little lion asked himself, must he expose someone's scars? At the end of the day, I just want to scare her, not hurt her.
She didn't know how she could give him comfort.
"You can leave tomorrow morning, Agatha. Go to the new port of Hocklin. I will pay for the trip. I will give you my snowflake ring. No one will follow you along the way." Miss Detective Nod.
"You covered up my fate, didn't you?" It turned out that she knew.
"That's right."
"Will taking your ring make any difference?"
"Of course not." said the little lion,
"I'm the apprentice of a great astrologer. It's just a ring. I usually use Eberly and Ussie when I go out." She lied.
Roma's ring contains the magic of Larson and Helen, and the cost is different from ordinary snowflake rings. Since the snowflake ring used by the apprentice only used part of the mold of the silver light ring, it took a lot of effort to teach the two great astrologers to solidify the mystery of the sky.
Among them, the Witch of Destiny's witchcraft is more difficult. Helen's Destiny Card is a lost skill from the ancestors' time. It has been rediscovered in recent years through the unremitting efforts of the Harp Witches.
The cost is so high, and the effect is extraordinary. Even Lord Kongjing of the same level has difficulty finding the target of the spell.
No wonder it was lost. Roma only told her the effect. The detective lady listened quietly and did not make any comments.
Her performance reassured Roma a little.
"Don't forget the time." She reminded before leaving.
"I will. Thank you, Roma. Good luck," Agatha said.
"That's what I should say. I'm not going out." The detective smiled.
"How should I put it? In my opinion, Your Excellency Helen will not allow you to lend magic to others for nothing, Miss Roma. It's time for you to go back now, don't keep them waiting." The little lion didn't understand what she meant. But when she came to the ceremony place and the first person she saw was not Helen, but Mabel Magdalen, everything became clear.
She ran away. The nature spirit held her down.
"You are right, Miss Roma."
"Your natural secret words and I are inseparable!" the little lion declared.
"Then you won't be promoted in your next life." Mabel didn't tolerate her.
"You will never be as good as your mentor."
"I'm not stupid! If I don't learn that thing, I can become a high ring." This was the key to her irritation.
"It's you who insists on using magic words to decipher the lost professional magic." Roma pointed out.
"If you succeed, Heather's career path will have one more orthodox lineage. This is exactly why I chose you, Roma, you don't understand what this means at all." When Yasukawa took her on the career path , but didn’t tell her that this happened.
"There's no shortage of this one."
"Inheritance is a road, and every branch is very precious. They are the legacy Heather left to the forest race."
"Then why was it lost in the first place?" The owner of the Seven Lanterns House let go of his hand.
"Many reasons." Roma noticed that she looked gloomy.
"The main reason is that no one knows they exist." Mabel sighed,
"If it weren't for the stone tablet in the dream... I wouldn't even be able to find the inheritance place."
"If you can't find it, you can't find it."
"The place of inheritance records the lost career paths over the long years and is the cornerstone of the forest. What if one day the world changes and our current inheritance is lost?"
"But." Roma had a different opinion.
"Since inheritance is so important, why don't you choose someone more suitable? I'm not interested in finding history." It would be a lie to say that she didn't know how many problems she had.
In the tower, nine out of ten apprentices are more patient and knowledgeable than her, and they are full of desire to explore mysticism and history.
"This is Croyinta. You have so many choices. People who are smarter than me, hard-working people, obsessed with mysticism and history, are like-minded people of yours. Why choose me?"
"Do you want to hear the truth?"
"It's not because of Yasukawa. If it's not something else, then I'll listen."
"Very good." Mabel raised her eyebrows.
"I think you can succeed. Restoring the inheritance requires a bit of luck. And you, Roma, you bear a destiny that is different from ordinary people. The White Night War proved your identity. This is Croyinta, little girl. You Growing up here, let me tell you, the Child of Destiny is real. You are the one who answers the prophecy."
"The Red Prophecy? What is that? The future corresponding to it has become the past."
"Although the prophetic dream is over, your status will not change." Roma felt very annoyed.
"Status?" Doesn't it mean mystery?
"The position of destiny. Look." She followed the direction of the nature elf's finger. Night falls, the tower is shrouded in mist, the clouds are underfoot, and a thousand stars are like a thousand eyes, sending cold and weak gazes from the distance.
"The ancestors believed that the night was the shadow of the gods, reflecting the fate of the mortal world." Mabel whispered,
"That god is the 'God of Destiny and Order'. Croyin Tower is the inheritance she left behind three thousand years ago, just like Saint Valoran is to Heather." Her tone was gentle, and in Roma's ears, But it aroused an anxious mood.
This feeling had been present in the room of the Prophet, and it was no stranger to Rama. On the wall, there are doors of different colors... Is our future determined by the gods?
she thought to herself. There is no doubt that gods existed, and traces of them are all over Knox. Even the moon in the sky is a certain god, Norn. But since you know what this world is like, why did you abandon the world and leave?
Mabel stepped closer, shoulder to shoulder with Roma. The feathers in her hair trembled in the night wind.
"I don't know half as much about destiny as the great astrologers do," she admits.
"When luck is needed, I always have no idea where to start, thus creating many tragedies. Restoring inheritance does not only rely on personal strength. The dream house, the dream house, the boundless ocean of consciousness, one person's fire cannot reach the bottom... Oh, if only I could see through this." Roma didn't care what she saw through.
The natural elf Mabel cares about her mission, Agatha is worried about escaping the whirlpool of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Larson is busy all day long, and the Prophet is obsessed with some experiments that no one else knows about, regardless of the consequences of the Alliance of Order and the Demon Society. Fight.
Even Uriel, who originally left earlier than Agatha, came back for some reason. She pressed him about his mentor, but to no avail.
Windrunner Anchuan disappeared into Yin Shiman's shimmering forest, but left me the burden of inheriting the lost profession.
Roma would not give up and was determined to cause trouble for him...if she could find him. In any case, Roma didn't dare to cause trouble with Mabel.
After all, she was the benefactor of the little lion and a Lord of the Sky Realm, so Roma had no choice but to continue studying theory reluctantly.
Before she could finish reading, Helen came. The moon rose in the constellation of Harp, and the stars grew dimmer in the moonlight.
"Let's start, the prophet won't come. The mentor is at the observation deck. It is said that he is about to find the 'Starless Night'." The witch brought two cards and handed them to Roma.
"Take it. Don't give it away to anyone else. This is for Uriel."
"It's so hard." Roma realized something was wrong as soon as she touched it.
"Lest it be torn off again." Helen nodded to the elf lady,
"Let's prepare for the ceremony."
"Tomorrow the Affairs Department will hold a fire ceremony."
"They became astrologers from apprentices." The witch smiled,
"You changed your job and became a high-level person." Suddenly, Roma felt empty in her heart, as if something was slowly dying, and she was approaching it.
Mabel says that the forest's legacy needs to be repaired, as the Shimmering Forest exists precisely to mend the cracks in Knox's order.
This responsibility weighed heavily on her, and she felt that this feeling was fear. I am afraid. Roma wanted to say.
Can I change my career and not be a forest windrunner? But the little lion would never say this.
"What will happen to me when the ceremony begins?" she asked.
"Go where you went when you lit the fire." Roma thought of the two heads in the cave and their cold, slender tongues.
"Am I dreaming?"
"The inheritance has died and cannot be reproduced except in dreams." Mabel told her,
"The same goes for the dream you had when you lit the fire. It was my handwriting." The handwriting of the Dream Weaver. Roma knew that Uriel could do the same thing, and he could reproduce any magic he had come into contact with.
Uriel is much more studious and likable than me, so he is obviously the best person to restore the lost heritage.
But when she mentioned the Tower Messenger to Mabel, the elf lady was reluctant to continue the conversation.
"He has his own way, I'd better give less advice." Helen also smiled.
"I believe that the last guy who spoke randomly wanted to slap himself." She touched Roma's chin.
"And he is a rare profession. As far as I know, neither the Church of Gaia nor the School of Silence has a second 'Knight of Proverbs'. That piece of paper is a special inheritance, carrying a profession that only its owner can obtain. "
"Does Uriel also need to find a career path again? His inheritance has been lost for a long time."
"You don't have to worry about him," said the witch. The promotion ceremony was held in Helen's astronomical observation room, very close to the observation deck.
The view here is wide and there are few layouts, which is very different from yesterday. Roma remembered Agatha's narration, lowered her head and searched the carpet, and sure enough she found traces of heavy objects moving.
"I sent someone to clean the room." Helen explained. The witch sat on the edge of the bed, with boxes filled with strange materials at her feet.
When she didn't move, the bottle and cup flew up automatically and rushed out the window. When they returned, the empty cups were filled with liquid flowing with wonderful colors.
"Drink. Have sweet dreams."
"Helen, is there anyone in this world who has two professions? Except for the unknown person." Roma suddenly thought.
"No. The capacity of the soul is limited and can only illuminate one path. This is the essential difference between the Nameless Ones and us. Drink it quickly, it is about to melt." Roma didn't know what was in the cup, but she knew It's best not to ask.
No matter how you explain it to me, I can’t understand it. She leaned on the head of the bed and drank the liquid in one gulp. Feeling that there was nothing special, she looked around boredly.
she saw
Ms. Mabel, the "Dream Weaver", filled a clay pot with water until it trickled down the edge and was caught by a cluster of purple leaves.
Roma was fascinated by what she saw. The sound of water in her ears became louder and louder, as if a waterfall was rushing in front of her eyes. She almost saw it.
It hit the floor with a crash. Water rushed towards her, soaking her hair and reaching her ankles. Roma felt its coolness.
A waterfall flowed in the room, the purple leaves grew longer and longer, covering the floor, and the fresh smell of earth and plants surrounded her.
At this moment, Helen gave her a stone. The stone is smooth, with golden, eye-like patterns carved on its surface.
As soon as she saw it, she woke up. The surrounding environment was still changing, and she was finally able to calm down and observe.
"Take it. Those are the eyes of the Dream God, helping you maintain consciousness in your dreams."
"Am I going to lose consciousness?"
"Always do it in dreams," said Mabel,
"You have to remember the direction."
"I've been to dreams," Roma pointed out.
"I was sober at that time."
"That's because someone guides you and walks with you. The scrollers of Ain will not indulge in fantasy, they can clearly feel the boundary between reality and dreams. When you walk with him, his flame envelopes you. "Dream God Ain.
Roma remembered that every time she and Uriel came into contact with dreams, the only difference was the time on Gray Winged Bird Island.
But that time was a vision of the soul, not a pure dream. When people dream, their consciousness will be immersed in hallucinations, with only a rope tied around their waist. Astrologers call it
"Anchor" is the way home. However, the soul never leaves, so people in dreams always forget reality.
Because they only left the conscious part of the Soul Flame, the memory was left behind. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but hold the stone tightly.
Uriel cannot accompany me during the promotion ceremony. He is a Gaia believer. Helen was prepared for this.
"Will Larsen come?" Roma asked.
"He gave you eyes, you have to see for yourself."
"What about you? Are you leaving too?"
"Magdalene is with you. Don't be afraid, she has walked this road many times. Go." Roma looked back and saw the witch sitting on a white boulder, with the moon reflected in the stream at her feet.
The water is so clear that every crack in the Broken Moon is clearly visible, and even the stars are dim in her light.
She stared at this scene in confusion for a while, but her mind went blank. Roma looked away and chased towards the waterfall at the end of the silver stream.
The nature elf had her back turned to her, standing among the purple-leaf plum trees, her long brown hair undulating gently in the wind.
Somehow, the little lion felt that her back was a little strange.
"Roma." She said,
"Come to me." Roma quickened her speed and walked carefully to the waterfall. She saw the stone monument, but Mabel was also moving forward, her footsteps carrying the sound of water, and she quickly passed the stone monument.
"Your Mightiness?"
"come to me."
"Mabel?" Roma had no choice but to take a step forward.
"Wait for me."
"Go on. Come to me. Move forward."
