Jonah seemed to have had a long dream. When he opened his eyes, he found that he could not recall any details.
He looked around. It was a tall and spacious circular stone house, surrounding the only door. Six simple wooden beds were placed along the wall. The narrow windows hung seven feet in the air, letting in a dazzling ray of sunlight.
Sprinkled on his face, fine dust floated in the air, and the damp floor gave off an unpleasant smell.
"Is there anyone there?" Jonah called, his voice echoing in the empty room. No one answered.
The sudden pain in his left leg made him scream. The broken leg wrapped in crooked bandages reminded him that many things had happened after the fall of "Cripple Henry II", but like a forgotten dream, there was no memory at all.
"Devil!" Jonah cursed, moved his body out of bed with difficulty, and found his magic wand by the wall, but the deerskin bag was nowhere to be found. His coins, gems, star arrays, food and water had all disappeared. Fortunately,
Yes, the prophecy book kept close to his body lay quietly in the middle of his underwear. Jonah's fingers touched the rough papyrus with body temperature, and he let out a long breath.
He is not afraid of pain. The Star God is above, compared to the eternal night sky, physical pain is subtle, short-lived, and weak. Astrologers pursue the strength of the soul in the name of knowledge; but Jonah appears from time to time.
The devil in his body feels deeply afraid. Imagine that there is a devil from the void ether, using his body to walk around the world as 17-year-old D. Jonah II, a fourth-level astrologer apprentice, spreading the word from
The terror and plague in the depths of hell were simply the most terrifying nightmare for a scholar with devout faith. He gritted his teeth and trembled.
"I still have a chance, the devil is not strong enough yet."
Jonah clenched his magic wand and whispered to himself.
The devil has not yet been able to seize his entire body. For some reason, he can only come to the world intermittently. As long as he maintains his true self, records every action, and makes up for the damage caused by the devil; at the same time, he can exercise his body and mind and strengthen his spirit.
One day, he will be able to suppress or even seal the devil within his body.
Jonah remembered the foreshadowing of the unnamed book:
"On October 6, 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."
The devil in the prophecy is definitely not just the one in his body, there are more people in the world who have become the devil's puppets. What should he do?
The unknown book of the traitor Segness will surely give him guidance, illuminating the unknown direction like the "Bear" star in the first house hanging in the southern sky.
Believe in the night sky, obey fate, and even...save the world. Thinking of this, Jonah's eyes condensed, he snorted, propped up his body with his staff, dragged his injured leg to the door, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.
A heavy and mottled wooden door.
Let the wheel of fate turn.
Without hesitation, he faced the dazzling sunlight.
"Good afternoon. Too much sleep will make us worry about your cervical spine. Knight Lancelot of the Kingdom once said that every man needs two things: a sharp sword and a suitable pillow. The latter is sometimes more important."
A gentle and pleasant male voice said to him, "Our name is Elliot Castlefield. Nice to meet you, tenant of Room 51."
Jonah raised his head. He was a young blond knight, smiling friendly, putting his right hand on the tall unicorn's back and touching his chest, showing ancient courtesy.
"Uh, hello, I'm Jonah, apprentice astrologer." Jonah bowed and saluted. The unicorn glanced at him with a proud look and snorted.
"Astrologer? Sir Jonah, please forgive us, you are a member of the five major guilds, why do you appear alone in this place that lacks justice?" the knight asked doubtfully.
"My teacher told me that the tyrant Yelizawetan unilaterally tore up the "United Amnesty Decree", and now there is no guild protection in the entire Western Continent. His underground dragoons attacked the astrology tower on our red soil plateau.
"Jona thought of Teacher Keshava who had just parted ways, and felt like he was in two different worlds. Is the teacher still well? Unknown thoughts came to his mind.
"Is this news true? Then we need to report it to the room chief immediately." Elliot was startled, "Sorry, I'll be right back." With a long hiss, the unicorn raised its huge horse hoof nailed with silver paws.
Standing up, blocking the sun, Jonah took a step back. Amidst the sound of hooves beating the ground like a drum, he saw the knight's blood-red cloak turning around several houses like the wind and disappearing. The shining silver armor under the cloak
It dazzled his eyes.
The sun hung high in the sky, causing people's bones to feel numb from the sun. Jonah leaned against the door of the house with his magic wand, surrounded by black stone houses with no end in sight. The air was quiet, and the sound of running water in the distance could be vaguely heard.
He took a moment to analyze his situation. This must be the Cherry Crossing. The sound of water came from the other side of the Holy River. So he reached his destination. After he fell and broke his leg, the devil did not do anything to hurt himself.
As for whether it hurt others, Jonah wasn't sure, but with his frail seventeen-year-old body, he didn't expect to cause much damage.
The knight calls himself "the tenant of Room 51."
Jonah looked back and saw that the black stone round house was indeed engraved with "A51", with A52 and A50 on the left and right, and A7 behind it. No number could be seen on the previous building.
With the mathematical ability of an astrologer's apprentice, Jonah quickly drew a mental sketch of the plane of Cherry Crossing: the black rooms are arranged in a circle, and the numbers in the inner circle are smaller than those in the outer circle. Knight Elliot ran towards the center of the circle to illustrate the interior.
It is more important than the outside, and many houses must revolve around a decision-making center.
The "Geographical Survey of the Western Continent" mentioned the definition of "hotel", that is, the owner of the house exchanges interests by renting out the right to use the house and selling services such as catering and room cleaning. He is currently a "tenant", that is, a consumer of the "hotel".
It must have been when the devil possessed him that he made a rental contract with the hotel manager.
While he was thinking, a gust of wind blew by, and Elliot and the unicorn landed lightly in front of him.
"Please come inside and wait for a while. The room manager will be back soon. There is food and water here, please use it." The knight bent down politely and handed over a cheesecloth bag.
Jonah took this opportunity to see the knight's face clearly. Under his neatly combed blond hair, which was as dazzling as the sun, was an impeccably handsome face from the Western Continent. There was vigorous vitality and fire hidden deep in the sapphire eyes.
Such enthusiasm.
Jonah was stunned. On the armor on the knight's chest, he saw an ancient emblem mentioned in a certain book: a blooming rose wrapped around a bloody sword.
"Elliot, are you...the Knight of the Rose?" Jonah took the food bag and asked carefully.
"Yes, Your Excellency Astrologer, our profession is our life." The knight hit the left atrium with the fist armor on the back of his right hand, and the armor collided with a crisp sound. The unicorn nodded slightly to show his cooperation.
"I'm still an apprentice." Jonah added, feeling a little at a loss.
The Rose Knights are an eternal legend in the Western Continent. They do not belong to any country or any political power. No one knows where they come from and what they do for a living. For hundreds of years, the name of the Rose Knights has appeared again and again in poetry and bedside stories.
has not disappeared.
According to legend, the Rose Knight will appear next to lovers who are deeply attached to each other, helping them remove all worldly obstacles and protecting their love. Until the man makes up his mind to propose to a woman, the Rose Knight will marry a woman on a night with the brightest moonlight.
A bouquet of silver roses is gently placed on the girl's bedside, and then she quietly leaves; for couples who walk into the church holding silver roses, their love will be protected forever.
In other novels, the Rose Knights are described as undead souls cursed by Sheila, the god of writing and painting. They can only appear at night and survive by sucking the nutrients of love. Because of Sheila's curse, they can never be separated from their mounts.
The moment the unicorn falls, it disappears into ashes.
Mr. Keshava, a seventh-level astrologer, liked to talk about topics that had nothing to do with work at the dinner table. The smell of Rosenkavalier was burned into Jonah’s memory along with the smell of soup and garlic bread. Today under the sunshine of Cherry Crossing, he met
How can you not be surprised when you see a living legend?