The Prophet's room was quite messy, with manuscript paper replacing carpets and ink stained with tablecloths. A pile of heavy and old-colored classics piled under the chairs, and the bookmarks were like hams sandwiched in toast. In the corner, there was a dirty cabinet, four ragged wooden boxes, a pair of giant protractor rulers, a small pile of hollow pumpkin lanterns as big as fists, two pairs of silver candlesticks with luxury styles, gloves and garbage cans, inconvenient tool boxes and a bizarre-shaped telescope. They were arranged in sequence, gradually approaching the desk and chair. The static pocket watch knocked down the pen holder, and the thumb-sized scroll inside fell off the table and fell into the open lid of the toolbox.

"It's no stranger to the scene, huh?" The prophet kicked the hem of the robe with his feet and instructed Uriel to sit on a wooden box. He moved his fingers, and the scrolls scattered all over the ground flew back to the pen holder.

The apprentice did it uneasyly, and he was still in fear of being shared by others in the future dream.

For mysterious creatures, the Saint is a great figure who is more noble than the empty realm. No matter how friendly he is, he will inevitably feel a sense of distance. Sauron said that the astrologer can see his past and future based on his name, and the conditions are only an absolute advantage in mystery. Uriel is not able to hide his name like Joey. He only knew Wittke and figured out his fire anomaly after entering the tower. It was too late. Can the Saint see my future? Can he know where I came from and what will it look like in the future?

"Prophecy dreams are rare large prophecies." But no matter what the prophet of the tower knew, he did not say it. "Seldom will anyone get revelation in dreams unless his soul has extraordinary talent."

Is it a talent? Or a demon's characteristic? "I wish to hear it carefully, Lord Prophet."

"How much do you know about the gods in the inner world?"

"I have heard of many gods, but it is hard to understand." Ulier replied. The prophet knew Knox and the world. He felt his heartbeat was accelerating, although it was expected.

"Except Gaia?"

"I don't think the Gaia I know is Gaia here either."

A silence. "You are wise, Ulier."

Ulier knew that he should respond to the comments of Lord Saint, but he was unable to find a suitable breakthrough. He did not have an advantage in communication. This generally had no effect, but it was related to life, and it was not only his own life... The prophet's performance in the dream was obviously not enough, so he shut his mouth for fear of revealing the secret.

"Don't be nervous, young man, I won't lose my temper at you. Since you are not afraid of your mentor, why are you so afraid of me? I think you are much more friendly than him." The Saint smiled again, "You come from a world similar to Knox. Is this the secret you are worried about to leak? Knox also has many mysterious places, which are located outside the boundary barrier and are in another dimension. Your foundation in mysticism is not very solid."

"I... didn't regard this as a secret." It's just that few people believe me. "The world of the surface is different from the sinking planes Gavash and the Flashing Pool. It's too close to Knox, but there is no mystery... I can't even figure it out myself."

"It is true that few people understand the world of the world." The prophet agreed, "because the two have no contact with each other. Almost all of its appearance has been passed down through the accounts of the ancestors, and no one has explored or paid attention to it. Mystery is part of the Knox people, and losing the world of the world of the mystery is simply a fool's fantasy. Have you ever thought, Uriel, think about it for a moment - the world of the world is just a dream for you? Say it, I want to hear your opinion."

"Do you want me to answer truthfully, sir?" said Ulier. "Will you believe me?"

"You are the Knight of Proverbs, and I believe you will never lie at this time." The Prophet told him the reason, "Yes, Uriel, I hope you tell the truth, I am ready."

“Shaping the world is not a dream.”

"Are you so sure?"

"Because it is not without connection with Knox. There is a train connecting two worlds, and I...I came to Knox on it."

The prophet sat back on his rocking chair. "That's the cloud train."

"There is a ticket inspector on the train. She calls herself. Her name is Debra. I still remember... At that time, I was at the station in Siye City, and it was snowing outside. There was a newspaper... mentioning the frost moon and snow disaster, as well as the tunnels of the Morris Mountains. There was no bus coming for a long time... The clock that stopped at midnight... As a result, I waited for a train, a silver train like a phantom. It was indeed very similar to a dream, but my memory didn't stop there."

"It's actually easy to distinguish between dreams and reality." The Saint nodded, "But I have to tell you one thing, Ulier. Although no one has boarded that train except you, we don't know it... But this is an unquestionable fact. You are the Knight of Proverbs, Ulier, and you can judge for yourself whether I'm telling the truth or a lie."

"Chloita records the two appearances of the floating cloud train, of course I believe in you." To be honest, after the Spirit Vision Dream was exposed, Ulier felt that the attitude of the prophet of the tower was a bit flattered.

"The speculation about your past being a dream is not without evidence. According to records, witnesses to the floating cloud train have hallucinations of varying degrees. It first appeared a thousand years ago, and no one recognized it as a train at that time - this is the latest research on alchemy - astrologers believe that it is a particularly mysterious phenomenon. The mysterious phenomenon does not require objective laws as a basis, it is an abnormal manifestation."

Uriel clutched the parchment tightly. "Illusion?"

"The first witness claimed that he saw his son behind the glass of the train. But he was a slave, never married in his life, and had never even had an illegitimate child - the life of a mortal is easy to understand. The astrologers examined his fire and fate, and found no mysterious traces," said the Prophet.

"The second, the third witness, the old noble gentleman and his young wife. Something strange happened to him: he called a meaningless banquet for a family member the next day, and then invited his granddaughter to race horses in a young manner-oh, he finally fell off the horse and died. This might have been his own crazy, and the mysterious objects could explain his youth he recovered. But his wife showed great panic and confessed to the priest after the old gentleman died that he poisoned his husband a week ago. After the church's divine arts, she was telling the truth."

Uriel swallowed. "Is he the undead?"

"It's not true. We sent someone to search and found two corpses: one was the corpse of an old gentleman who was poisoned to death, and the other was the corpse of a young gentleman who had broken his neck. Through magic, we confirmed that these two corpses were in a state that was presented by one person at different times before his death."

"That young gentleman traveled through time and space with the help of a train?" He could only think of this guess.

"Even so, he had grown old when he arrived at this time. Because the old gentleman had passed away seven days before he witnessed the floating cloud train. The body was resurrected from death and was still a magic of the undead. The key is that the sudden action of the old gentleman was unreasonable. The person who saw the floating cloud train was a young gentleman who traveled through time and space - if your guess was correct, it should be the second time he saw the floating cloud train. But it is undoubtedly that the train only appeared once at that time. Even if the ancestors did not record the habit of the train appearing, they would never ignore the wavering of the line of law that would inevitably come with mysterious phenomena."

"But those two corpses--"

"The story has turned around here." The prophet raised his voice slightly. The saint of the tower seemed to be quite interested in this mysterious narrative. No wonder he treated the detective lady who revealed the truth. "One is the body of a real gentleman, and the other is the phantom created by his wife using magic. That is to say, there was only one witness at that time. She murdered her husband, but after accidentally witnessing the floating cloud train, completely forgetting that her current husband was a substitute for herself. Then, her mystery began to lose control."

"Unbelievable." Having said that, Uriel had seen the magic malfunction due to the train. At that time, the runes of the ring Soren triggered an incomplete mystery, causing Joey's invisibility to be realized only on the head, and the scene was terrifying.

"Anyway, every time the cloud train appears, it is accompanied by several people's insanity." The prophet concluded, "so I hope you can look at your memory objectively, rather than refuse to accept the facts." He suddenly coughed. "Do you like this story? I have always wanted to change the way the database records are recorded, which is more fascinating."

"There is also a difference between the story and reality." Ulier replied, "I think my past really exists, the records of the world of the saints and ancestors confirm my statement."

"You have a firm will, Uriel. But you also have an unusual talent, which can sometimes confuse the public. The God of Dreams Ein is Otto's messenger, who gives a few people the ability to contact fate in their dreams. Larsen and I are both such people, and you are the same." But the Saint seems to be on his side again, "The astrologer did not find traces of your past life in Four Leaf City. You also have extraordinary talent in distinguishing the difference between dreams and reality."

Is this Joey's explanation? Uriel thought to himself. Whether "Spirit Vision" is Iron's talent or a gift from the demon, he doesn't need to worry about now. "I can indeed see the future in my dreams." He admitted.

"Then why give up astrology?" The prophet suddenly changed his mind.

Uriel has completely lost the purpose of this conversation. "I want to be an envoy to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"Because of your mentor?"

"No. sir. He promised not to interfere with my choice. I wanted to be a messenger myself. Astrology and astronomy knowledge are both interesting, but I think... I mean, closer to my hometown. Although it is not the same world, Eastman is still Eastman."

"This reason is obviously more suitable to say to others than to be an adventurer." The Saint shrugged, "Why would you let the Ministry of Foreign Affairs give you the position of Eastman garrison?"

"I'm not graduated yet, sir." Uriel replied quickly and firmly. Now even he could not be wary of himself. A smile appeared on Uriel's face. "I'm afraid it's difficult to take on this important task."
Chapter completed!