When she arrived at the room, the desk was still on, but the chair was empty, and it seemed that the light was forgotten. It didn't matter. This was a normal situation.

The tower is the mysterious fulcrum for the longest working hours. Astrologers take shifts to guard the observation deck, and apprentices record the astrological signs day and night. Most people are proud of this, but they cannot ignore the fatigue caused by long-term busyness.

To this end, Gaota separated the authority to maintain order and observe astrological constellations during his ancestors and sent it to messengers and astronomical chambers. The former was the predecessor of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. After learning about the prophecy, the empire was able to solve the problem by relying on wizards and tri-god priests. Now the ancestors have passed away with the steps of the gods, and Aurenia has been destroyed, and only these tasks that will never be processed will be handed over to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Before Bai Zhien took over the position of minister, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was the department with the most affairs of the tower. She had to admit this. Even in the year of the Battle of Saints, she could only meet Huien on weekends. Later, the former commander died on the battlefield and lay in the coffin for mourning. Only then did she really have the opportunity to look at his face.

Even opportunities are given by others, she understands.

She was born after the Dragon Misfortune and had never seen the Battle of Dawn. For her, the Battle of Saints is much crueler than the legends read in books. The harvest battle of the Ashes Temple and the "Alanwo" war of the fog elves are the same. Although the new generation war between the Glorious Council and the Tower of Sky has no great momentum, its intensity is far superior. The confrontation of the empty realm influences the situation in the mysterious realm.

Not to mention the "Saints Battle" itself. The "Second Truth" broke with the "Queen of Light". The Prophet of the Tower was not so much involved in the dispute between the two sides, which led to the full-scale war quickly leading to local conflicts.

In the chaotic era, no one could stop the frenzy. In the end, it was the tower that used the trophy of the White Messenger, and the life of the Archbishop of the Glorious Parliament, Jessela Putrid, to exchange for the remains of the Gray Messenger. I dreamed of your death, but she thought, but she could not do anything for you. I could comfort Roma, but no one in this world could comfort my guilt.

After all, her wish is not worth mentioning in the face of the collective interests of Cloitta. Fortunately, Bai Zhi did not care about Jessela's life and death, and the prophet fulfilled me. She feared the former, but loved the elder who had led the tower to maintain the order of Knox from the bottom of her heart. If anyone in the tower was busy than the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Astronomical Room combined, she could only think of Demoses.

"It's so cold." Finally, Helen found the owner of the tower on the astrology platform. "What's the weather tomorrow?"

"Good evening, Dorothea." The prophet held the alchemy far-watching instrument without looking back. "I didn't look at the weather, but it would probably snow."

“Is there wind?”

He put his hand down. "Oh. There have always been. We stood too high and had to face the storm."

The astrology platform is the highest point of the Chloyta, and the brightly lit Bloomnott in the west. She is close to the east and north. They are connected to Whale Island and Hokolin respectively. They are far apart and can only see the boundless sea of ​​clouds with naked eyes. The south is also empty. At the end of the route, we arrive at San Carlos, the city of fog, and Helen sees the beacons flashing by the clouds. This is the territory of the Tower of Sky.

"When will Uncle Ronard be back?" she stared at the night.

"Zachley? It's probably a long time later. The league asked him to stay until the end of the matter."

The matter undoubtedly refers to war. Helen understands that we are going to launch the second demon hunting movement, which is greater, more tragic, and crazier than the Venewards Massacre, but it is the only way to peace. The consequence of fear of sacrifice is to allow the demon to grow in the dark until it drags Knox into the abyss of destruction.

The reduction of order is a great opportunity, and the mysterious realm will be helped by the Shrine Pool. Since the Battle of the Saints, people have never been united as they did during the Alliance. The Oathkeepers detained Ronald, because they were wary of the tower... the Prophet must have known this and sent the "Lion" back.

"Don't worry about him. The league still maintains the system of the alliance period, or rather, they try to keep it. Evangelin is not so stingy." said the Prophet. "Anyway, he is one of them. I'm more worried about Sterling."

"At the rally, you said it seemed as if you had gained his trust, Grandpa Prophet."

"I am not referring to trust. After all, there is no foundation for trust between us... the war a hundred years ago wiped out the last friendship." The Saint of the Tathaga sighed, "It is just driven by interests."

"So he made new demands."

"It has nothing to do with you." The prophet stuffed the Far Viewing Equipment into the groove at hand and pressed the lid. At this time, the observation deck re-installed the Far Viewing Module and began to project the picture onto the crystal ball. He watched the magic pattern light up in circles. "It's another trouble for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Helen frowned. "Dean Rubin is responsible for receiving Lord Sterling, what's wrong?"

"This work should have been handled by the minister."

"I have never seen the commander participate." The witch pointed out, "Besides, to be honest, I don't think he is doing this well. Everyone has their own strengths."

"Ha! You despise him. He is completely competent for this little thing." But the prophet disagreed with her evaluation. "Like you, Helen. You can be a candidate for the astronomical professor, like Larson, but I know you are unwilling to do it." He returned to the topic. "White envoy wants to maintain the order of the vassal state. Although receiving foreign guests is one of their duties, it cannot be ranked first. Dean never violates discipline, so he is responsible for it."

"Where is the problem?" She reacted as soon as she said that. "Okay, is it the other party? Lord Sterling thinks we are slowing down on him?"

"That's right. Ronned returned to the Oathkeepers to face his old past. It seems that the Silence School requires equal treatment."

Helen was curious. Could it be that the commander and the wizard had a holiday? People had never heard of it. In fact, except for the oldest members in the assembly, no one knew about Bai Zhizhi's feet. He was neither from the tower family like Sainsbury, nor from a professional background. According to records, Bai Zhizhi's acquisition of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was a disaster of the undead two hundred years ago. "I remember that he entered the tower and was Jerem's suggestion. Is this matter related to the 'gatekeeper'?"

"'Gatekeeper'? No. irrelevant. What's more, his letter of introduction is just an excuse. I can tell you, Helen, the White Messenger became a messenger much earlier than you thought, even before Jerem came to Chloe." The prophet smiled slightly, and he saw Helen's suspicion. "At that time, the Tower of Sky did not have the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, only the astrologer, and the messenger who conveyed the prophecy of the astrologer."

Shocking. "He was his ancestor?"

“No doubt.”

"But..." A thousand years. In addition to the saints, even the believers of the forest goddess in the empty realm cannot live for so long. How did the White Envoy do it? "Otto is above, what's going on? It's related to black witchcraft?"

"I think it's the reason. I didn't ask in person." The prophet shrugged mischievously, "Remember to keep it secret, don't let him know that I told you the secret. Because if you guess correctly, he will definitely cause trouble for you; if you guess wrong, I'm too embarrassed."

The witch stared at him, speechless at all.

"Have you seen him use witchcraft?" asked the prophet.

"Commander? He has never concealed it." Her mind was still buzzing, and she blurted out: "And I can guarantee that orthodox witchcraft has no effect. It must be black witchcraft."

"In the period of our ancestors, harp witchcraft was also a type of black witchcraft, Helen. We didn't know what was so clear at that time."

"The ancestors believed that witchcraft drawn with blood was orthodox?"

"The ancestors only believe in the Three Gods." The saint of the Tall Tower whispered, his eyes full of memories. "But that is indeed not a common method. It is no exaggeration to say that even the Archbishop of the Mercury Church could not do it. What it requires is not skillful skills and mystery, nor a specific spell."

"It's not just faith?" Helen almost guessed.

"This is the basics, Dorothea."

It's really it. "Genetic."

The prophet nodded. "He is not a human."

Helen shivered when she thought of the commander's blue eyes. They were so cold that they were never mixed with intimate emotions. He looked at the enemy with them and at us with the same gaze.

No one except Uriel, knows Bai Zhi Envoy for a thousand years. She thought to herself. It is enough to develop the Sinesbury family to this day and become a seat for the fate assembly. It is enough to orderly and unite and split, and to establish a new pattern in the mysterious realm. It is enough to grow old, and descendants carry the flag and explore new legends. But for a thousand years, she has hardly seen Bai Zhi Envoy in the tower. Where did he come from? Did he have honors? Where are his relatives and friends? There is no answer to all. But how is this possible? Chloita is an astrologer tower. There are no puzzles for us in the past and the future.

"I was also surprised when Jerem found him." The prophet sighed, "There are too many things that happened, and I can't take care of them one by one... As a result, in a blink of an eye, it has been so long. A thousand years have passed. The enemy and companions have dissipated..."

She grabbed the name. "It is indeed related to the Lord Gatekeeper?"

"Jerem didn't tell you?" the prophet asked.

"Gatekeeper" Jerem Ozkerman can be regarded as her relative. The gray made him responsible for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and could not take time to accompany his daughter. Helen's childhood memories were entirely composed of Jerem and Ronned. But the latter at most teased her and was the "gatekeeper" to take care of her daily life.

"There is no other reason." Jerem answered Helen's reason, "Your mother is my mentor and my queen. Her daughter deserves the best education. What's more, no one here talks to me except you. I have to guard the door."

He only told me this. "Jerem never mentions anyone other than mom to me."

"It's even more severe than the 'secret box', right?" the prophet of the tower muttered, "I know."

"What is he hiding from me? Is it related to the commander? Is Bai Zhi's envoy related to the Silence School?"

"I'm afraid that's all. But it's not the kind of connection you think."

"I thought nothing." She lied. Although it was unwise to do this before the prophet, he would not expose every lie.

Helen thought of Chester, the alchemist apprentice who was mixed with Larson and Ez Haynes. This person should have a bright future, but unfortunately, he followed a mentor who was involved in the demon and was exiled to the vassal state. At that time, Larson did not have his current status, so he dared not hide it for his friends... No matter what, Gaota was already ruthless in treating the suspect, if it was the real nightingale... But soon, she realized that the object of her thinking was the white messenger, and she couldn't help laughing. All worries disappeared.

"Really? Maybe you should think more." The Prophet of the Tower sighed. "Look, Helen, we always hope that what has not happened."

"I will never expect some things, Grandpa Saint." The witch responded softly, "between the White Envoy and the School..."

"It's not a harmonious relationship. If possible, I think they will fight to the death."

To be honest, Helen couldn't see any conflict between them. Needless to say, school wizards are the most unique inheritance of the seven fulcrums, putting truth above the gods. Most of the time, wizards have friction with life for interests and factions, but sometimes for some inexplicable reasons. Even the Holy Glory Council has logic than them, and at least the Paladins only stare at the demons.

During the White Night War, Helen went to Eastman to find Roma with the commander. The process involved the prophecy of Red, and the process was full of twists and turns. The Demon Lord used the Silence School to set up a trap for the White Envoy in the Six Finger Fort. As a result, the latter was in danger, but he turned around but did not find any trouble with the school.

After all, when they put the wizard into Chloita, they would probably choose to find his apprentice. As a clergy, this kid seemed to have a grudge against the Silence School. When Helen learned that he had led his friends into Antoros, he thought it was Ez who compiled a new storybook.

I should pay more attention to him, she thought to herself, why didn't I look at his future? She split the Gaia Church in the base camp of the wizard, and even opposite the "tattoo" and "geeky experts", she felt extremely thrilling afterwards. It's so damn. Recently, my dreams were all disturbed by the aftermath of the Red Prophecy...

"Uriel knows this?"

"No. If he knew about the festival between the tutor and the Silent School in advance, he would have thought it carefully and then gathered more people."

"Dalton and York are both high rings, and I also heard that he was supported by the Paperclip Mercenary Group." This team could simply subvert the regime of a small country.

"In the face of the mystery gap, few people can hold on to their will." The prophet told her, "Uriel... He knows what he wants to face and knows what he cares about. Even I guess he has learned his fate and can't say it. You don't need to bother with him, I think Roma needs you even more."

Roma felt that Larson needed me. For Otto's sake, she should say this to Larson. What's the use of telling me?

The night wind flew over the top of the tower. The pendant in front of the witch swayed slightly. "I don't know that you have predicted his future, Lord Prophet. When?"

"When he changed his destiny," explained the Prophet of the Tower, "he was the favored man of the dream god Ain, and was born to be the one whom fate loved."

Helen didn't understand: "I've seen many heroes, and they do have something in common."

"Nature. People live in their own world, and some are slaves, but they are finally crowned, and some are just ordinary people, but they can innovate the world. These people are heroes, the former is their own hero, belonging to a leader or a country, and the latter is the promoter of development and can open up the future of the world in a certain field. Someone will remember their achievements and describe their descendants."

The moon rises to the night Dog, looking more and more fragmented. Helen looks up at the sea of ​​stars and captures countless small signs in the vastness. They are a reflection of the fate of mortals. Through mysterious knowledge, they are interpreted into pictures that can be understood by witches, and constantly switch with the thoughts in my mind. In my eyes, the sea of ​​stars always looks like this. Will the prophet see differently?

The answer is undoubtedly. "Have you seen my future, Grandpa Saint?" She couldn't help but wonder.

"I saw it once after Sinclair left office." The Prophet of the Tower admitted, "It still uses the help of dreams. Otto told me that you will overcome suffering and become a member of the assembly of fate." He held Helen's shoulder. "I thought you would blame me-"

"The signs are always there," Helen interrupted him, "only the gods can interpret them all the time. I just regret it. Didn't I say it? I didn't think of anything."

"Okay. Stay pure and keep your confessional heart. What's the harm? Your future is still growing, Your Highness. Go back and rest, your face is blown red." The prophet put a veil on her own.

Helen enjoys the love of her elders and can no longer find the root of the problem. How long will it take for me to struggle with? Either I don’t think about anything or just think about these past memories? There are too many troubles waiting to be dealt with. She suddenly feels a little ashamed.

"What does the Silent School want? Is it Uriel?" she asked. He heard Roma say he was leaving in a hurry.

The Saint raised his eyebrows. "The 'tattoo' will make relevant requests, but he is dead. Bernard Sterling is targeting our Foreign Minister."

"I want his apology? Or compensation?" There was no way to do anything, Helen could completely imagine the attitude of Bai Zhizhe.

"Maybe it was just a trip to Antoros. As far as I know, there would be no danger. After all, Sterling is such a person. He doesn't care about the interests of the wizard, but only satisfying his desire for exploration is the most important thing. I know very well..." The prophet was silent for a moment, "but I will reject him and propose to exchange something else."

"The commander won't agree?"

The saint smiled. This was a completely different smile from before. It was a little dodged and a little helpless. It seemed that he forgot to water the potted plants when he was traveling far away. He couldn't hide his disappointment in himself after he came to his senses.

"If I speak, he will definitely agree." The prophet finally told her, "maybe this will comfort him. But sometimes, I would rather he refuse like you."

"You watch me grow up, Grandpa Saint." The witch pointed out.
To be continued...