Jonah's fingers slid across the remaining pages of the unnamed book, and it was as if he could still feel the temperature of the flames on his fingertips. Everything that happened in Red Stone Castle yesterday was blurred. Only the scrawled signature at the end of the page made him feel awe and fear, "Betrayal."
"Segles", this mysterious prophet controls the future.
During lunch, he tentatively asked his mentor if he had heard of this person. Keshava, a seventh-level astrologer who was over 70 years old, shook his huge, hairy head and said in an unclear voice: "When you are my age, you will
You will understand that names are stupid things - forget them all! What is the name of the beautiful landlady at the tavern at No. 13 Lower Street of Red Stone Castle? I don't care. There are too many things there that need my attention." Keshava mentioned.
She looked at him with slack eyelids and raised her finger above her head. "I like her breasts, but there is no need to like her name."
"Red Stone Castle has fallen. I'm afraid the landlady has also..." Jonah whispered.
Keshava paused and said, "I still don't care."
The dinner was silent.
The work of an astrologer is divided into three parts: observation, calculation and creation.
They believe that the starry sky is composed of endless stars wrapped around the continent, and that there is a grand force pulling the movement of the stars and maintaining the distance between the stars - each star has a line of light and heat connected to other stars.
, there are endless connecting lines between the endless stars. When this line penetrates the continent, the observer can see two stars appearing in the night sky.
Observing the movement of the stars in the ecliptic, through complex calculations, astrologers can grasp part of the power of the energy lines, and infuse the power into patterns engraved on magic crystals or gems according to the movement of the corresponding stars, thus forming the basic
's star array.
Of course, daytime comes because one star is too close to the mainland, covering up the light of other stars.
Keshava's working hours are mainly from early morning to noon, and Jonah is free after lunch.
Astrology is a complex subject. Twelve years of apprenticeship only allowed Jonah to scratch the surface of astrology. His mentor Keshava spent thirty years observing a pair of stars. The energy of this star line is characterized by balance.
, the first time he successfully stripped away some free energy from the star line, all the artifacts in his laboratory floated into the air (along with Keshava himself), crowding into a thorny circle with the energy-absorbed garnet as the center.
The sphere, the furnace spurting out streams of fire, the magic potion wrapped around the flames, the room has achieved a balance in terms of weight, form and even aesthetics.
Because of this discovery, Keshava was promoted to a seventh-level astrologer, only two steps away from the highest honor recognized by the Astrologers Association, the ninth-level astrologer (i.e. astrology master) - of course, there are only five astrology masters in the entire continent.
It was an unattainable goal. Keshava only hoped that the old fool could wear the badge of an eighth-level astrologer before - this may be one of the reasons why he no longer cares about the beautiful landlady's breasts, Jonah thought.
The temperature control star array on his belt is the masterpiece of his mentor, using the power of stars to balance the surrounding temperature.
The old man would be furious when he saw the broken black crystal. Jonah originally wanted to tell his mentor the bad news, but later chose to shut up.
His room was in the middle of the Astrology Tower, measuring fifteen feet vertically and horizontally. It was cluttered with telescopes, orbiters, flasks, scrolls and books. A fat steam golem walked around the room with clumsy steps.
Go, puff puff puff puff of smelly white smoke.
This was a gift from Keshava's old friend eight months ago. This old gentleman with a gray beard traveled here on the "Lame Henry" steam airship, the highest crystallization of steam puppet technology in the continent, and did some work in St. Bollen.
After a short stay, I politely declined the invitation of Her Majesty the Queen, who was beset with internal and external difficulties but was still hospitable. I landed in the desolate wilderness of the Red Soil Plateau and walked to the Astrology Tower to visit my friends from fifty years ago.
The eccentric Keshava did not show excessive enthusiasm - it should be said that he was lucky that he did not show excessive lack of enthusiasm - he chatted for a few words, exchanged gifts, shook hands, and then turned back to his research at the top of the tower.
room, and locked the door with a click.
Jonah was quite polite to the old gentleman on crutches, and fulfilled all the obligations of a host, including giving up his bed for the guest to stay temporarily, and tolerated the guest's snoring while lying on the floor.
After lingering for three days, the "Lame Henry" made an earth-shattering roar, spewed out a fifty-foot-long thick white smoke, and slowly took off. The old gentleman left this steam puppet as a reward before leaving. Jonah smiled faintly.
After getting off, the airship turned into a small black dot on the horizon, and then started dancing.
Steam puppets are every child's dream toy. For St. Bolen, a country dominated by literature and art, it is difficult for even nobles to come into contact with mysterious steam machinery.
Steam Puppet Master is a noble profession in the Eastern Continent, with huge military deterrence and civilian influence. The owner of the "Lame Henry" personally gave him a precious gift. How could a sixteen-year-old child not be overjoyed?
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There are five three-stage joysticks on the back of this puppet, which respectively determine the state of the puppet's feet, hands, waist, head, and three random movements. With the combination set by Jonah, the puppet will move within five square feet.
He walked around in circles, waving his hands, looking around, occasionally stopping to make two funny bowing movements. In addition to adding water regularly, the magic stone in the puppet's belly can supply energy for a year, which is enough for him to play until he gets tired of it.
Just like now, when he was looking through the remaining pages of the unnamed book with uneasiness and extreme curiosity, the heavy footsteps and snort of the puppet were a bit annoying. Jonah walked over and pushed the five joysticks to the lowest position, and the puppet
He blew out a stream of white smoke as if taking a long breath, and stood still.
Jonah knelt in front of the bed and picked up the pages.
Of the three sheets of paper near the back cover, half of the top of the first page was burned off, making it burnt yellow.
The writing style of the book is similar to that of a diary. In the text after the date, Jonah tried his best to identify the burned and incomplete parts, and saw the familiar handwriting of the betrayer Segres: "...Together, we can't see each other, we can only see each other."
Sky and heels.”
The first article is the part that he accidentally read at that time and was fulfilled in reality. If the unknown book is written in chronological order, then the next part is a prediction of the future.
Jonah felt his heart beating erratically, looked back at the door, swallowed, and read out the next prophecy.
"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."
Jonah scratched his head. He remembered the date of the previous prophecy: "On October 5th, the sun was pierced by a sharp sword. They gathered together and could not see each other, only the sky and their heels."
Jonah believed that everything that happened yesterday at Red Stone Castle was a faithful reproduction of this prophecy. The second prophecy was only one day different from the first, so there is no doubt that it will be fulfilled today.
The young apprentice astrologer covered the page and looked around anxiously. The messy room was silent. The brass celestial orbiter rotated on its own on the top of the bookcase, evolving the trajectory of the three suns on the ecliptic, a ray of sunlight.
The light shines in through the narrow window, illuminating the books and quills on the desk.
It's okay, everything is normal. Maybe the first prophecy is just a coincidence; maybe the second prophecy will come true in an extremely remote place, such as the ice-covered northern continent. Jonah patted his chest to comfort himself.
He carefully put away a few remaining pages of an unknown book, and decided not to dwell on the illusory prophecies, but to seize the time to finish today's exercises. During dinner, Teacher Keshava would check the homework.
Having to go hungry to watch the instructor enjoy a sumptuous dinner alone for complex star line angle calculations - not a good memory.
He sat at the table, spread out his exercise book, and dipped the tip of his quill pen in ink. The warm sunshine made him feel a little drowsy. Outside the window, the vast red clay plain shone in the sun like a smooth red crystal.
There is no cavalry of the invaders to be seen here, nor the rivers of blood flowing from the people of St. Bollen.
Don't think about useless things. Teacher Keshava has always taught him this. Jonah has been trying, but it is very difficult. After finishing two exercises, his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he began to collect debts from his bad sleep last night.
Now. Jonah decided to lie down on the table and take a nap. Just a short while. Five minutes?