The sunlight on the table moved slowly until it disappeared in the corner of the window. The astrologer's apprentice opened his eyes, sat upright, stretched out his fingers, and touched his cheek.
"Damn, it's just like the real thing!" he said in surprise, then he was startled by his own voice, looked around, and then laughed.
He awkwardly pushed away the chair and stood up. He tentatively stretched out his left foot and stepped on the creaking wooden floor, then his right foot. He took a few steps in an awkward posture. He curled his lips and commented: "It's so short. There's something wrong."
Are you six meters tall? Your legs are so short."
He walked around the room several times, expressing his deep disdain for the messy items. After unsuccessfully searching for a mirror, he walked to the sky orbiter and looked up to observe his own expanded and magnified reflection on the brass sphere. "This."
The robe is nice and stylish. I’m a pretty young lady! Tsk tsk, long flaxen curly hair is the most popular now. It’s just a bit shorter. Don’t worry, it’s just starting to grow!”
He suddenly remembered something. He nervously lifted up his robe, picked up his underwear and looked inside. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's Mr. Shota. Don't be afraid. He's really just starting to grow."
As the sun sank into the mountains to the west of the red plains, the room dimmed. He walked to the window, appraised the lackluster scenery, and then began to look for lighting equipment.
"No oil lamp? No candles? This setting is a bit strange, isn't it? Do you think people here have such good eyesight at night?" He squinted his eyes, looked around, and then sighed.
At this time, the night lighting of the Astrology Tower was started. Teacher Keshava lit up the star array engraved on the top of the tower, which was made of a large 3-pound red crystal. The soft yellow light passed through countless lights in the internal passages of the Astrology Tower.
The mirror reflection illuminates the top of the tower, the studio, the dining room, Jonah's cabin and the servants' room at the bottom.
"Br**o!" the astrologer's apprentice high-fived.
He was suddenly stunned and murmured: "Wait, I know these things... Oh, I understand! I can read all the memories of this character, as long as I think in the right direction. Okay, let me see... I
My name is D. Jonah II, - what the hell is this name? - I am sixteen years old. My parents are farmers in this country. My identity is... an astrologer apprentice? This is interesting. My mentor is called Kesha.
Watt, a seventh-level astrologer, is a neurotic and nagging old man. Where I am... The world is composed of four continents. I am in St. Bollen, a monarchy country in the center of the Western Continent. It has a pretty normal setting. St. Bollen is called
The Zhawi Empire invaded, and just yesterday, the capital was bloodbathed by the invaders. I rescued a few inexplicable pieces of paper before the library collapsed... What do you mean?"
He reached out and groped around and took out a few fragments of an unknown book from the inner pocket of his robe.
"Mysterious prophecy? Is this a quest line? Judging from this level of grandeur, it should be considered a main quest. But the product description clearly states that this is not an RPG game, but more like a Sims game. Well, I'll think about it when I have time.
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He stuffed the paper back into his pocket and rubbed his nose, "Then it's dinner time now. Before dinner, the grumpy old man will check my homework - it's basically a blank one, I saw it -
Otherwise, I would have to go to bed hungry. And being honest and stupid, I couldn't think of a way to make the old man happy and get dinner. This is quite a challenge."
At this time, Keshava's voice howled outside the door: "Young man, I won't see your little butt in the restaurant in one minute, and you won't have a share in today's dinner!"
"Okay, okay. Do people here all talk in Chinese? That's convenient. Oh no, it should be that the neural electrical signals sent by the semantic interface to the language center of the left hemisphere are modulated, of course." The astrologer's apprentice muttered.
Push the door open and walk out of the room, walking along the spiral staircase to the restaurant.
As soon as he stepped down the first step, the incongruity caused by the height difference almost caused him to roll down the stairs. He staggered and held on to the wall to steady himself, cursing his short legs while moving slowly.
pace.
The restaurant is in the middle and lower part of the Astrology Tower, not too far away, but when he opened the restaurant door, Teacher Keshava had already finished the potato salad and started drinking vegetable soup. Seeing the students come in, the old man raised his eyelids and glanced
He took one look and hummed a few words from his nostrils: "Your dinner is gone. Go back to your room."
"Dear teacher, if the happy mood caused by seeing you looking good and energetic can be used as food, I am too full to eat another celery stick." The astrologer's apprentice put on a smile and spoke briskly.
say.
The old astrologer raised his eyelids again and looked at his apprentice, "Have you completed the exercises?"
"Speaking of which, I just have a few questions to ask you. The theory in the exercise book is too boring. I would rather ask a knowledgeable seventh-level astrologer in person, a scholar who is about to become a glorious astrologer.——
Do you think this time is appropriate before the main course is served?" The apprentice respectfully walked to the dining table, pulled out the chair next to the instructor, sat down sideways, with his back straight, in a listening posture.
Keshava put down his spoon and wiped his red nose stained with vegetable soup with a napkin. He looked at the unfamiliar apprentice up and down, and crossed his fingers noncommittally: "What's the problem?"
"I have been thinking," the apprentice said slightly cautiously, "why is it that astrology makes it easier for researchers to get closer to the truth of the world compared with the research work of the Anglican Church of Divine Blessing, the Mathematics Association, and the Magician Association? - I
That is to say, obviously astrology is a more rational and scientific subject, but compared with religion, it is easier to come into contact with the power that turns the world. Why is this?" While he was talking, the servant brought a salad.
and soup, the apprentice stared at the teacher with good eyes, while skillfully laying out the napkin and asking the servant to put the silver plate in front of him.
"Young man, you are very different today. You asked a good question." Keshava's hanging eyes flashed with excited red light. He pushed away the dinner plate and sat in a long speech: "From the first generation of mentor Gilbonaion
From the beginning, astrologers of all ages have worked hard for the same ultimate goal. You should know that one hundred and thirty-five years ago..."
The apprentice stared at the mentor with reverence, put the food into his mouth with his right hand, and secretly directed the servant to bring the next dish with his left hand.
He kept making evaluations in his mind: vision, hearing, touch, taste, smell, gravity, body signal feedback, the entire world was built flawlessly. An amazing achievement. The terminal system with the highest degree of fidelity before was just a clumsy bionic
Regarding the physical stimulation in the cabin, no matter how bad the GTC is, this time it has indeed produced something remarkable.
"...That's about it. Do you understand?"
Keshava stopped talking without hesitation, and after one hour and a quarter of an hour, the essential course of introduction to astrology, which spanned more than a hundred years, came to an end. At this time, the apprentice just drank the last cup of hot tea served with dessert.
"I understand most of it, teacher. This is a very rare experience and will be a valuable asset to me. If you don't mind, I want to go back to the room and take some notes before I forget these Zhu Yu's words." The apprentice was humble.
He lowered his head.
"Go." Keshava waved his hand with satisfaction, turned around and urged the servant to bring him the main course, which he had not seen for a long time. The apprentice bowed far away, walked out of the restaurant, and closed the door.
It is indeed something extraordinary. The apprentice astrologer slowly walked up the spiral staircase and thought to himself. His mentor is not at all like a three-dimensional model plus an input and output program. No matter how you look at it, the old man with disheveled hair and red nose is.
A real independent personality. Still flawless. If it weren't for the incongruity caused by entering another body, he could almost convince himself that this was the real world.
Beep beep beep. A distant voice sounded in my ears, an electronically synthesized prompt that could not exist in the world of swords and magic.
Oh, of course, there are also prompts to log out.
The apprentice walked back to his cabin, sat on the bed, looked around again, stretched out his hand, touched the rough texture of the linen sheets, breathed in the laboratory air that smelled of metal and pine, and exclaimed: "It's really amazing."
Immediately, the injection thread was pulled away, and the foreign soul flew away quickly. The astrologer's apprentice's eyes were distracted for a moment, and then immediately regained clarity. Next, Jonah sat down on the ground with a plop, and beads of sweat fell from his body uncontrollably.
Big drops gushed out from his forehead, and he could almost hear the tearing noise made by the overloaded beating of his heart.
Devil. It's devil.
These two hours were the longest two hours in his seventeen years of life.
He woke up from his sleep and found that he had lost all control over his body. He was like an elf imprisoned in a steam puppet. Through his own pupils, he could see his legs walking and his hands twisting.
Opening the door and locking it, my own mouth spoke words that I would never say in my life.
"On the 6th of October, Gamaliel descended from heaven, taking with him all the chosen pagans. Ayala could not see him, Ayala could not hear him, but he dwelt in the palace of bones and was not disturbed.'
Don't go near the mirror,' Gamaliel gave him the advice."