"It seems that there is no difference between witnessing and observing fate with one's own eyes. To be honest, I owe him love. In a sense, he saved the world one step ahead of the winner, although he was not aware of it." The prophet sighed, "Fate guides us forward without our recognition, but as observers, we should have our own judgment. Maybe I made an imperfect decision..."

Helen was very curious, but he didn't continue.

"It's been a thousand years, and it's too late to say anything now. Why not make plans again." They returned to the edge of the stairwell, and the study room below was still on. "As for Sterling, this person would undoubtedly bargain, but he would eventually agree to the alliance. The war has begun, and either the alliance or the corpse is under the wheel. The fog elves are unwilling to be left behind, and the wizards of the school are also unwilling. Evangelin has already begun preparing for the return ceremony."

The "Queen of Light" of the Shrinking Pool. Helen most often hears her name in Ronald's mouth, which is probably the only "mistress" he remembers that is different from Adra. But when the same words appear in the mouth of the Prophet of the Tower, she no longer finds it interesting.

"A Lord Saint is back in Knox," said Helen.

"Lead her demon hunting army." Demoses replied.

"It must be like this?" The witch lowered her voice, her eyes blurred. "Of course. Of course. I know that this kind of thing is inevitable. But the demons formed a society... they were difficult to deal with, and our alliance was no exception." After the dragon disaster, the St. Milund's Grand Alliance collapsed, and the saints started fighting each other, and now history seems to be about to reappear. "Saxton...my father...I bet, mentor grandpa, I will dream of him soon." Maybe tonight.

"Please listen to my comfort, child." The prophet shook his head, and the bald head reflected the candlelight. "You despise our commander. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is the defender of the tower, enough to make any guy who makes his allies reconsider his goals. And in this regard, Xiaobai is experienced, and at least he is over a thousand years old."

Helen smiled. "The commander looks younger than you, Grandpa Prophet."

"I'm afraid his mysterious bloodline has played a major role, and others can't learn it." The Saint of the Tall Tower pretended to be regretful, "Besides, I was not much younger a thousand years ago." He touched the top of his head. "I just changed the hat I wore a new style."

There was an extra glass of juice on the table, which was undoubtedly from Larson. At this time, he should have led the astronomical room to work. The Tall Saint leaned onto the chair. "He certainly didn't expect you to be here." Knuckles knocked on the glass, and the cup turned into a pair in a blink of an eye. He handed one of them to Helen. "Go and rest, maybe we'll all work overtime soon."

Even me... "My profession does not belong to an astrologer, how can I rush to work?" Of course, this was not what she wanted to ask, it was just an impromptu complaint. "Is order pressure going to the point?"

"It's about to begin. Knox is still peaceful, but the Department of Affairs received news of the vassal state unrest today." The prophet said seriously, "The Bansie appeared in Hocolin."

"It's Ho Kelin again."

"There is no way. Her position is there, too close to the gap." The prophet picked up the cup, "but this is only expected. We want to participate in the war, not just stay in the sky to see the stars, so the enemy's movements are also distracted."

"Is there any news about the demon lord?" the witch felt heartbroken.

"If they had a little wisdom, they would never come forward at this time." The saint said coldly, "Otherwise we will take action to solve these sins. Other associations are causing trouble."

Helen thought uneasily. What does this mean? She remembered that she faced Lords of Flame Moon and Lords of Mercury in Tielong Port. The former was constrained by his profession, while the latter was full of tricks and witchcraft. Even if there was a commander in charge, we could not keep them. I was not good at fighting with others... But besides the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which one is good at in the tower?

"Devil attack?" She stopped calm when she heard her voice, "Where is it?"

"Many. Soderia, the Iron City and the Vacuum Mountains, all showed the whereabouts of association. There was also the Requiem Castle. After the death of Delabray Trollban, his castle was divided by descendants and then washed by the Alliance." The Vampire deserved the crime. "But when the Alliance Legion left, the Demon Society secretly occupied the Requiem Castle."

Helen looked at the night sky. "Lake Girls Association."

"Just a small minion. Not long ago, 'Steel and Fire' attacked the caravans of the Alliance and the Glorious Parliament, with the intention of destroying the return ceremony." The Prophet's cup was empty at some point. "But they were not as thorny as the 'Vahimaus Restoration Legion'. To be honest? Someone was stirring behind the scenes."

The answer is obvious. "Night of Stars." Helen said, "The Demon Lord dared not come forward, but he still needed help to destroy the order of the alliance."

So Knox was in chaos... The prophet didn't say anything about the countermeasures about order. "I have arranged for Bai Zhi to return to the headquarters. If you have time, you can go to Hoklin to take over his work."

"Bansie Banses? They are the undead." Helen considered, "but it's not difficult to deal with. I have the right candidate for my fellow travelers."

"As long as it's not Larson, it's fine. The Astronomical Room cannot control the situation without him."

"I mean, 'suitable'." She stressed, and couldn't help but feel hot on her face.
Chapter completed!