Standing in front of the red door, she trembled again. There is an ominous atmosphere here, which is very obvious, like a rock lying behind after low tide. It is rugged and undulating, ferocious and cruel, and the fate of many people has sunk here. The door is painted in blood.
Behind the door are all painful memories, maybe we should seal it away forever. "Why didn't Larsen come?"
"He's busy receiving messengers from all sides." Helen told her, "Croita reopens, this is a situation he has to face. Unlocking this...mysterious place, I mean, it will consume a lot of energy .We have to share some of it for him."
"It's okay if you don't relieve yourself, right?" Staying away from the hustle and bustle can help relieve everyone's emotions.
"Then we would never have guests. The tower was sealed by the power of these prophetic dreams, and it is still protecting us." The witch closed her eyes. "Stop talking, Roma. Move quickly, I don't want to stay here for a second longer."
She's right. But this place is a mess, including the space outside the door. The floating pointer is dim and dull, and there is a big hole in the stargazing room. The mist and breeze blow into the broken glass curtain wall and cling to the floor surface, leaving traces of blending. The room was filled with moisture, causing the hands to rust, but there was no trace of moisture on the colorful doors. Could it be that they don’t actually need our attention?
The little lion picked up the pieces gently. The soles of her feet were pressed against the slippery ground, and the water droplets wet the down growing between her toes, but this could not take away her balance. She walked silently to the red door.
The witch Helen stood quietly aside, her eyes closed, motionless. Of course Roma was not stupid enough to think she was asleep. Helen opened her eyes only after the little lion reached out to open the door. There seemed to be tears flashing across the eyes of the Witch of Destiny. She said nothing, as if it was just because the room was too humid.
Roma opened the door.
It's like it never happened. Behind the red door is an ordinary study room. The night is bright and the moon is bright outside the window, and the long table is heavily shadowed. She saw the high-backed chair that belonged to the prophet, and an empty wine glass next to the penholder, in which the moonlight seemed to be rippling. Suddenly, Roma remembered the potion bottle that the prophet handed them when she and Sabina came to them aggressively.
He turned the potion into berry juice and laughed and called me an "alcoholic kitten." The outcome of that conversation was not satisfactory, but it was the last time she spoke to the prophet. Roma felt tears filling her eyes. I will never cry. she told herself. I am a member of ***.
The members of the Destiny *** have the right to know the truth of that year, which is the reason why she was able to enter this place. Roma is no longer a little girl.
"I had a very long dream at that time," she said.
"That is the ritual prepared by Mabel Magdalen. It allows you to go to the Blue Forest in the ancient past and meet the forest witch from long ago. The lost profession can only be passed down in the past, and she is on the right track. "
"But I went the wrong way."
"You did a great job, Roma. That rune...I didn't have time to give it to you. I went to the observation deck. Damn it, I couldn't find you anywhere..."
Roma took Helen's hand. "It's not your fault. We both know it."
When she went to perform the ceremony, she saw another person, not Helen, the "witch of destiny". As a client, Roma was very sure that she saw Mabel, and the person who came later was Helen. The "Witch" brought two cards and mentioned Uriel, knowing that he had used one. She performed flawlessly. Not to mention Mabel, even Roma had no doubts at all.
We are near the observation deck, which is Helen's private astronomy observation room. At this time, the real witch was anxiously looking for Roma at the observation deck... She made the little lion drink wine and gave her a rune stone. Damn it, what did the rune stone lead me to...?
As of now, all speculations cannot be confirmed. Every time she recalled the scene, she shuddered.
But Roma was successfully promoted to a high level, and finally woke up from his dream safely. She couldn't remember where she went. When later investigated, what appeared in the astrologer's crystal was a shadow, only an outline, no color, even invisible to most people. Larsen said he saw footprints on the ground, while Helen herself saw a darkness that swallowed the light.
There is indeed something there, Roma has felt the touch of "her" palm
Temperature, really got the rune stone - later when Helen handed her the stone that she couldn't give away, Roma was so scared that the hair on her back stood up. I've used it! I listened to "her" words. "Master of the Seven Lamps" Mabel Magdalen turned as white as paper after hearing what happened to her.
"Silverstream... Heather... found... No, no, this is impossible... it's me. I made a big mistake... He found..."
"What did you find?" Roma asked, "And the woman in the dream, she turned into you. Who is she? What do you know?"
But Mabel escapes. After that night, the Tower of Sky immediately sealed off the headquarters, the "Port of Far Light" was closed, all flying boats were prohibited from taking off, and the detection station worked day and night until no one was allowed to enter or leave the City of Floating Clouds. When this was implemented at the headquarters, even Destiny *** was prohibited from approaching the top of the tower. It was neither the Ministry of Foreign Affairs nor the astronomy room nor the familiars that stood in the way of the astrologers and officials of the Office of Affairs, but purely occult forces. Every door in the Tower of Sky is closed, and people are trapped in it in panic. They are screened in batches by members of the Communist Party and then driven out of the tower. But Ms. Mabel lay on the bed and disappeared quietly.
"I blocked the dream passage, but she took the shortcut during the ceremony." Helen told her, "That road... is very dangerous, leading to the unknown. The mystery at the end is far beyond the limits of mortals. Only the Prophet Only then can you pry. But she broke in and didn't come back like you."
"...Is Mabel dead? Why did she do that? Also, what does that mean?"
"It's hard to judge. I can only guess at her motives, most of which are due to her profession. Your Excellency Mabel's profession does not come from Heather, but is an ancient inheritance, related to the Dream God. In the dream, Mabel More skillful than I am. As for the mistake she mentioned...the ritual was edited and someone used it to perform a divine descent. I don't know, Roma, I thought you were too...but you came back alive, and that's enough .”
The little lion broke away from her arms and took the video to ask Uriel. The apprentice told her that there was nothing there, not even footprints. Roma didn't know who was seeing the real "her". Can I trust Uriel? Like trusting Mabel Magdalen? They are all gone...
She thought of friends she had left long ago. Night elves, drow. Roma seemed to have returned to the cave under the island, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and Dalton followed behind him like a shadow. But he is not here, everyone is not here, only me. Just me is enough.
"It's about to begin," the witch reminded. She stretched out a hand and gently moved the pointer.
As the needle tip rotated, the scene in front of Roma began to collapse. The wine glass tipped over, the pen holder fell, the pages flipped, and flew back to the bookshelf automatically. A map of the world emerged from the wooden grid and took its place. In the silence, the long scroll inlaid with gold slowly unfolded and lay flat in the center.
At the same time, the situation outside the window was changing, and evening quickly transitioned to midnight. The wind was strong, the rain was pouring, and the broken moon was covered by thick clouds. Suddenly, Roma saw the high-backed chair tremble, and a crack opened in the center of its long back. Immediately afterwards, the chair dragged across the floor, and a scream that echoed through the room erupted from the friction.
Roma stared at the chair. She saw the silhouette again, robed, bald, with a pocket watch hanging around his neck, without having to confirm his identity. The figure slid down from the chair and put a hand on his chest.
he died. Roma thought. They killed him, the Nameless One, the secret society, the demon lord. The prophet's body was lifted up, motionless, and bloody, bearing the destruction. She saw the iron glove holding the sword, cutting, piercing and tearing under the control of its owner, as if it was just a piece of dead meat. Actually that's the truth. Helen almost fainted when she saw the tragic state of the prophet's body. Larson comforted them that the other party was out of fear.
But Roma felt not only fear but also anger from these scars. He is afraid of him. she thought numbly. They killed him for survival and insulted him.
The scene changed rapidly, the ground cracked, the walls trembled, and an invisible battle was experienced in an instant. Except for the silhouette of the prophet, there was no other figure in the room. Sometimes Roma could clearly feel Larsen's presence, and as the pointer rotated, he gradually became clearer. But the other two people who appeared at that time: Uriel, Sauron and Eberly, and the one she didn't dare to
None of the mentioned murderers have their outlines revealed.
"The Kingdom of God can only save the information of its owner." Helen stopped to gasp, turning the pointer to make her face turn red, which was due to the consumption of magic power. "Anyway, Larsen is the owner here now." So they could only see two figures.
"I'll do it." Roma asked her to rest.
The rust on the floating pointer peeled off during the rotation, and the fragments turned into wisps of smoke. The moment he held the pointer, the little lion felt an indescribable feeling. One frame after another, one circle after another, some things started a long time ago, an inadvertent detail, an unthinking decision, and the wheels of fate turned and headed towards the certain end. She pushed gently, time gradually moved forward, the figures in the room changed, and finally there was only silence.
"Go forward," Helen said. At this time, the pages destroyed by the battle were restored to integrity, and the image of the prophet disappeared without a trace. Rome knew where he was, and fate sent Demosis's body to Whale Island, where there was an active volcano.
At first, Lord Terrence, the "Deep Space Patriarch", expressed objections, but Larsen was very insistent. According to him, the Prophet's killer briefly manipulated the Prophet's body and even recreated the saint's mysterious powers during his lifetime. ap.
With a scar across his heart as evidence, Terrence fell silent and no one raised any objections. Destiny *** secretly travels to Whale Island and climbs the highest mountain. There, "Silver Cross" Osvid, as the oldest great astrologer in Christianity, personally sank the prophet's body into the volcano.
"The Saint is the last line of defense of order." The old astrologer said hoarsely, a muddy tear sliding down his wrinkles. "He is the most prophetic man in the world, the incarnation of the god of destiny, the living history book of two thousand years. He is the last ancestor. The stars are the reflection of destiny, and countless formulas for interpreting the future were born from his hands , This is an achievement that no ordinary person can achieve. Your mentor...the prophet always said during his lifetime that it is our job to predict future disasters. But the future will never end. He worked hard and almost never slept..." Osvid Choked. "Now, now is the time for him to let go."
"The mentor's legacy will never be extinguished," Larson promised the volcano. Rolling black smoke emerged from the cracks in the rocks, covering the sky like dark clouds. Many people had runny noses and tears that couldn't be stopped. But he didn't cry, and neither did Helen. They held each other in silence, staring at the last sparks of the prophet under the lava.
Maybe we should keep his body. Roma thought this more than once, but never said it out loud. No matter what method is used, if the consciousness of the Prophet can be brought back, that will be a glimmer of hope. She knew there was little hope, but it was easier to bring a corpse back to life than to reunite ashes into a living person. She doesn't mind the magic of the necromancer or the innate power of the devil. Breaking the boundary between life and death is not a taboo for her. At the end of the day, I don't care about the Order Demons, I just want my dreams to come true.
However, Larsen would never pray to his enemies, let alone the murderer of the prophet. Destiny analyzed it and finally concluded that the power of the undead lord can indeed resurrect the dead, but the "undead" who have returned from the dead will obey his instructions. Such a prophet is not what they want, and perhaps even he himself is not willing to be "resurrected" like this. By then, there may be an additional saint-level enemy in the mysterious realm...
After "burying" Demosis, these books were the only ones left. Roma turned the pointer to a certain moment, but Helen called her to stop. They walked into the red door and got into the heaviest pile of old papers in the two thousand years of the tower. There are many secret files hidden here that have never been recorded in the library. They are the most precious secrets of the tower, and they also involve part of the inheritance left over from the ancestors.
The reason why the little lion joined the team to collect the relics was because after Mabel left, her profession lost its place of inheritance and she could only open up a new path by herself. The astronomy room gave her astrological predictions, indicating that knowledge from the ancient times would be helpful.
She was doubtful about this...not about the outcome of the prediction, but about whether she could find the method in the ancient books. Maybe the answer is right in front of me, and I don’t know how to use it. Sabina told her that the version of the magic text during the ancestors' time was different from the current universal version. Roma couldn't even recognize the modern magic script. The magic texts of the ancestors...
Prior to this, almost all of Rome's knowledge of the ancestors came from "Dark Night Awakening" Demosis. The tower has a history of three thousand years and has experienced many
The Age of Gods, the Age of the Ancestors and the Age of the Mysterious Realm, and he himself lived for more than two thousand years, leading the astrologers to escape countless natural and man-made disasters, and through many dangers and adversities. The Aurenia Empire, which dominated the world during the Ancestors period, was It was created by the prophet. After the Dawn War, he once again established the authority of the Tower through the War of the Seven Fulcrum Saints and the creation of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. To this day, he is still the only ancestor of Croy, the Sky Tower, and the immortal prophet. Although now they can only look for clues from the immortal books.
The bookshelf was very tall. Helen sifted through some of it and threw the selected documents to Roma. Many of them are in scroll format, recording the inheritance of rare professions, priesthoods and continuations. The little lion stuffed them into his pocket, and then reached out to grab the next one. This efficient tidying up work lasted for more than ten minutes. Suddenly, she felt empty.
Roma raised her head and found the witch standing there inexplicably, holding a notebook in her hand. "Helen?" she asked.
The witch didn't respond. The little lion carefully avoided the desk and climbed onto the shelf to look at the contents. It's best not to be runic or Norn. she thinks. But the moment I saw the notes, all these worries disappeared.
There are no words on the paper, just a picture drawn with a single color and line. The picture shows a full moon in the sky, steep glaciers, and a long river rushing into the frozen ocean at the end. The river is full of cracks, and countless ice floes are floating like boats. The moon, the red river and the cracks, multiple familiar images are superimposed together, even Roma can detect it. Red Prophecy. I will name it after this in the future. Could it be that this was a prophetic dream that Lord Demosis received and was recorded by him with a paintbrush?
That seems to be the truth. In the dream, the prophet himself was sitting on an ice floe, drifting southward with the current. He is from the first perspective in the painting, with only his reflection reflected on the ice. An obvious crack was in an odd position, just passing through the reflection's chest.
what does that mean? Roma felt it was difficult to breathe.
"He knows." The Witch of Destiny murmured, "I think he must know..." He will die? Roma stared at the crack. No need to look closely, it is exactly the same as the wound on the prophet's body... However, there is only one wound, and the murderer stabbed him more than ten times... But if the prophecy was made, the prophet's dream would only last until the end of his life... The other party was actually fatal with one stab... …
Anyway, at least he didn't suffer much at that time. she thought absurdly.
"Oh my God." Helen looked as if she was going to faint in the next second. Roma quickly supported her and let her lean on the bookshelf. The drawing paper floated beside the carpet. "So the prophecy... you already knew it. Why didn't you tell me."
Roma didn't know how to comfort her. She is not an astrologer, and even if the drawing paper is placed in front of her eyes, she may not be able to detect that it is a sign of death, but the prophet is an astrologer, and he will definitely be able to interpret the meaning of even a crack. What's more, if he hadn't noticed, he wouldn't have hidden the painting in the bookshelf, and no one would have seen it except him. The Red Prophecy was for me, the Gulf War, the Blood Tribe, and even the secret society, but this series of events ultimately pointed to the prophet Demosis.
"It's over, Helen." She changed back to her original form and gently stroked the witch's back with her plush palms.
"But... Grandpa Tutor..."
She is so fragile, so petite. Roma was shocked to find out. Helen Dorothea, the witch of Harp in the sky, the princess of Croita, known as the "Witch of Destiny", is crying like a child now. Lord Demosis, the "Gatekeeper" and Larsen, they were the ones who supported the Gray Messenger's life after her death. The news of the prophet's death was undoubtedly an unbearable burden for her.
In the same two years, with Helen and Larson by her side, Roma's sorrow had long passed. "We have to look forward." She comforted awkwardly, "Those things are in the past. Back then, the Prophet may have had his own considerations."
Helen was still sobbing. "He saw in his prophetic dream that he would die...but he didn't tell me..."
Roma knew part of what happened back then. She was undergoing a promotion ceremony at the time, but was used by the enemy to expand on the ceremony, eventually triggering a short-lived "divine descent." To this day, Destiny is still unable to determine whether the woman "Parsul" who appeared at that time and was spoken of by Larsen and Uriel was actually "Berti the Broken Moon".
As a victim in the incident at that time, she also had her own speculations. "He saw it,
Preparations were also made. "The little lion pointed out, "But the enemy had anticipated this and took the lead in fulfilling the prophecy. He sent Slug to assassinate you. No matter whether he succeeded or failed, everyone will feel that the crisis has passed."
Helen fell silent.
"The prophet made a mistake." Roma continued. "Assassinating the great astrologer is extremely difficult. There are very few nightingales who can do it. Slug, no, it is the nightingale in human skin. He is He is one of them. This guy also committed an assassination in the Tower Kingdom and escaped from the Prophet, so the Saint first suspected him."
"His target is me." Helen, the witch, closed her eyes. "He is obsessed with all the descendants of the victors, and he does not hesitate to chase them to the headquarters. Anyone will doubt him... After all, the person who led the order to defeat the demons was the victor Veronka. Now the seven pivots are hunting demons again... The secret society was the biggest beneficiary of the prophet's death. Through astrology, the astronomy room determined that he was connected to the King. Therefore, this human-skinned monster must be the Sky Realm Nightingale from the Starless Night."
The results of the astronomy room will be discussed on the fate committee, which is natural. Not only the information about the human-skin assassins, but also all external intelligence will be communicated openly and honestly, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is no exception. During the war, they need the guidance of astrologers...
"The sudden assassination of the human-skinned nightingale misled the prophet's judgment. He sent you to Huoklin, the Sky Island, precisely to lure the enemy to show up... No matter how many guesses there were, this guy was the one who finally took action. So, the prophet I thought this person was the 'omen of death' predicted in the dream."
"Grandpa Mentor's interpretation of the prophecy..."
"...No mistakes?" Roma didn't know this.
Helen hesitated. "Maybe it happened before I was born. My father...but you can't blame him. A prophetic dream will never just record someone's death. It often represents a change in order, a catastrophe that affects an entire era... Maybe the prophet was wrong too, so he formed the Destiny ***."
The information was leaked. "In any case, 'Dark Night Awakening Demosis is the only astrologer saint. No one in the world can match him. The enemy can never predict when he will make a mistake." Roma reminded, "So the other party chose another one. method."
"Using the scenes in the prophecy to cover up the truth." Helen answered. "He took the initiative and created the illusion that the prophecy had happened, making everyone think that the prophecy had come true and the future had been reversed." She covered her face. "I saw... the red prophecy, again... Larson and I, and even Uriel, admitted that the prophetic dream reappeared... I thought it was just the remnant of the prophetic dream, and the influence of the White Night War has not disappeared... …”
"I'm afraid the prophet himself always dreamed of it," said Roma. "It's not your fault. See, not even Larson and the whole destiny organization noticed it, and the prophet himself didn't suspect it! And Uriel, He is not even a professional astrologer and cannot fully interpret the prophecy. This is not your fault at all, Helen. Even if you had discovered in advance that the Red Prophecy was not over and the Demon Hunting War was not over... but what could you have done? "
The witch could not answer.
"The enemy has deceived everyone." Roma analyzed calmly, "He even deceived Uriel, the Knight of Proverbs and his Scroll of Oath. He knows our way of thinking and behavior very clearly, so he can target us accordingly. He set a trap. More importantly, no one suspected him and he had no motive."
"But he was born unknown!"
"If that's the case, why didn't the Prophet discover it?"
For a long time, no one spoke in the room. On the bookshelf, the pages are arranged quietly, and all the secrets are hidden inside, as if they are within reach, but impossible to find.
"In fact, the Prophet has considered letting him inherit his position." Helen sighed, "After Uriel appeared, the Prophet asked me what, uh, I thought of him. I think he also asked others. , but I can’t be sure after all." She frowned. "The Prophet's attitude towards the Commander is different from that towards us. I originally thought it was due to the degree of mystery. The White Envoy is...unique in the Sky Realm. Perhaps the Prophet regards him as an equal realm.
, will... No, that's not right. "
Roma didn't know this secret, but Helen obviously understood it. "The Prophet behaved himself unworthy of him," the witch concluded. "Look for it quickly." She immediately ordered, "There must be records of the White Envoy in the bookshelf."
The little lion had no choice but to dive into the pile of books. At this time, her efficiency was far inferior to that of Helen. With all the magic texts and ancient texts stuffed into her head, she just wanted to fall asleep. It's Sabina's job. she thought. Anyway, I can't do it.
Soon, Helen found recent notes.
"It's about Nightingale." The witch told her, "Seroma, the Lord of the Flame Moon, is Night Flame of the Flickering Pool and the attendant of Queen Evan Jielin. The prophet has cooperated with her, and the content... is rather complicated. In short , and eventually Ye Yan entered the secret society and secretly provided information to the Fulcrum of Order."
"Is this considered recent?" the little lion muttered.
"No, it has something to do with Uriel." Helen frowned: "Yeyan's behavior was discovered, and he was trapped in the enemy camp and disappeared. The prophet wanted Uriel to take over his job... Damn it, why is this? How could it be? Is it Uriel?"
She was completely confused. Roma thought. "Uriel, like Larsen, is a favored one by Iron. Their fire is similar to that of the Nameless One," the little lion reminded.
"Oh, I remembered." The witch rubbed the gem in front of her, trying to calm down. "I found out about this later, and Larson refused to talk about it at first." She turned the page angrily.
"The White Envoy doesn't agree with the prophet's plan?" Is it because of this betrayal of order? The little lion didn't believe it.
Helen bit her lip when she saw the next page. "The prophet didn't mention the plan to anyone...he vetoed it himself. Here. Here. Uriel is the apprentice of the White Envoy, we can't let him take risks. These are his exact words. I know it!" Facts! Seeing it in front of her, she breathed a sigh of relief, then disbelief. "Could it be that he still doesn't think it's enough? Damn it, what's the grudge between him and the Prophet?"
Roma was even more confused. "Nothing else?"
"The follow-up topics are all about astrology and have nothing to do with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
Strange, how come this note was included in the project record? "What topic?" Roma asked.
"Research on the Ancestors Period is related to occupations. Hey, maybe you can use it." Helen threw a stack of documents over.
Roma had no choice but to open her pocket and prepare to read it carefully later. But suddenly, as if she was blessed, she accidentally glanced at the content. This one look taught her to stop. Unlike the imagined ancient magic script, the recorded text was actually written in modern common language. I can understand? She almost didn't react.
"...the nesting of the integrated template of the isolated star, the key to dual professional power...the restoration results of the lost inheritance, the application project...three people in the Winter Guard successfully transferred their jobs, and survived..."
What's the meaning? Change job? Lost inheritance? She casually turned to the home page and looked at the title.
"Double Star"
