It was already late, the corridor was empty and silent, and the closed doors fell into silence. The noise during the day was like memories from a thousand years ago, and it disappeared since Larsen became a professor in the Astronomical Room.

A quiet night, a peaceful world is a rare leisure time on the eve of the war.

Of course, the tower is not in a state of rest. At this time, the astrologers are busy and record the various changes in the trajectory of the stars in the tide. As long as these closed doors are pushed open, the sound will reappear.

But in fact, he thought to himself that this was Helen or Sabina's treatment, and I would just be dragged into the door and join their work. After all, if his colleagues and subordinates in the astronomical room were working hard and doing nothing, he would feel ashamed. The young secretary Sabina was busier than the astrologer, and the "Witch of Destiny" would not empathize.

But he has nothing to do now.

It sounds ridiculous. Since Knox kicked off the second demon hunting movement, the mysterious realm has fallen into an urgent and panic atmosphere of preparation. No one is not afraid of demons, no one is willing to fight with them. Mortals flee to a safe place in their minds. Adventurers convey sensational rumors, but the mysterious fulcrum has nowhere to escape. The astronomical room has to observe the tides and worry about the situation of the battle - in fact, after the Battle of Sky Island, the fate gathering has never been opened again. Now, the astronomical room professor is wandering in the corridor like a ghost, walking towards the stairs in a daze.

He still remembered the scene two minutes ago. "Larsen." The prophet of the tower called in his ear. He woke up from his dream and heard the instructor command in an unquestionable tone: "Suspend your eyes, the prophecies of the past look nothing good."

At first, Larson thought he had forgotten something. He climbed out of the formation and flipped through notes, but then he heard the urging of the mentor.

"I need you to stay awake and give you five minutes. Go to the observation deck after time. Oh, remember to bring that seed and don't forget."

"What happened?" It was strange that no one around. Larsen realized that there was no sign of the little secretary outside the room. "Where is Sabina?"

"She is not at the headquarters." The mentor did not tell him more. "Don't alarm others."

It was nothing, Larson concealed his surprise. Even if Sabina was far away in the underground world, I could still urge her final draft of the star map. Of course, the prophet could do such a thing. He had to rush to the observation deck and guessed in his heart that there would be some trouble waiting for him.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he immediately realized that he was not the only one who was caught by his mentor in the middle of the night. It was so damn, what happened? Everything he saw was completely unexpected.

Crystal Ball was receiving two guests. Larsen often came to the observation deck to watch, and the two were completely unfamiliar with the place, but this similarity did not ease their atmosphere.

A wizard stood on the outside. He was wearing a robe similar to the prophet's style, his clothes were neat and simple, holding a roll of paper in his hand. He had a narrow face, flat forehead, square chin, and half of his face from the bottom of his temples had thick, neat dark brown beards. Under his thick eyebrows, his eyes were as deep as two cracks.

This person has an unpredictable temperament, which makes people feel relieved, but compared to the guy opposite, he seems so gentle and kind... The most important thing is that he can calm down in the sinister silence.

Larson asked himself that he couldn't do it. After all, this guy appeared on the observation deck had already scared him. After the war began, it was impossible for the Fate Rally to invite strangers to come here! He had to look at the other side and hoped to get the answer.

Unfortunately, hope was slim. When he opened the door, the "guest" opposite him cast a cold look. The Foreign Minister, who had almost never been on duty at the observation deck, was the commander who had stayed on the tower for less than two weeks all year round. Now he was rooted on the ground like a sculpture. He had no expression on his face and had empty hands, but the surface of the crystal ball behind him was covered with a layer of white frost.

The stranger glanced at the door and shrugged. "Good evening, Ion's messenger."

He finally realized something unusual. Hell, I often meet this guy in the portraits of the corridor, but it was daytime at that moment, and at this moment, Larson felt a sense of absurdity in the portrait.

He took a step back, and the notebook in his hand floated defensively in front of him, causing the glory of the stars. "Sir 'Second Truth'? Sorry, I don't know you are here."

"Of course. I have hidden my mysterious traces. Normally, no one of you can detect the problem."

What nonsense? "The problem is that you are now receiving the Prophet in Moniontoros, and should not appear in the important place of Cloitta."

The wizard raised his eyebrows. "Didn't you notice? This is just my shadow, Lord Earn."

I finally found out, thanks to your reminder, uh? "Why avoid the important things?" Larson said alertly, "I wonder if Lord Sterling is visiting late at night?"

"Of course it's important." Bai Zhizeng replied for him, "If you don't visit the master, you'll be back."

Bernald Sterling turned his head and sighed. "It's really not a bit of affection. I helped fake your achievements back then. Is it time to pay off the relationship?"

This was obviously not what he said, but Larson couldn't believe his ears. This night was so magical. The "Second Truth" was thief himself and was intercepted by the commander. Unexpectedly, the commander had an intersection with this person. Besides, what achievements did he mention?

"What do you want?" the commander asked.

"What else can it be?" asked the wizard leader. After the burglary was caught by the guards, he acted quite openly, as if he was coming to visit the night. Larsen couldn't help but be alert, worried that this person would have some countermeasures.

"No matter what you want, sir, the tower cannot provide it for the time being." "Eye of Iron" closed the door and stared at his every move. "If you insist on your own, the entire mysterious realm will know about this."

"The words of mortals are like the wind." "The Second Truth" doesn't care. "Besides, when the news spreads, people may support me. Now the demon hunting movement is getting more and more intense. Whoever can win faster and calm the war will support whoever they support."

"Does it be possible to obtain peace by stealing the alliance?" Larsen frowned. He was shocked and angry, but fortunately the commander was also present and would not be helpless. "Is it because the Silence School wants to win the demon?"

"This is the limitation of order. In your eyes, schools are only enemies, so we cannot work together." The wizard told him: "The Prophet is no exception. If he agrees to hand over the secret to me, the Abyss of Ethereum will come to the demon's nest tomorrow. You have seen the fate of the Grey-winged Bird Island and Delabray, and I dare say that the Demon Society will not be much better than them."

Larson finally understood his purpose. The secret instrument of the viewing crystal, which is the platform for Chloita to observe the Knox order. No wonder he found it here. During the White Night War, the Fate Assembly cooperated with the Silence School and used the secret instrument to assist the wizard in launching.

This was a successful cooperative action. "Abyss of Ethereum" exerted the destructiveness of ritual magic, shattering the positions of the blood clan and the mysterious ritual in one blow, completely ending the White Night War.

The bottomless vortex created by mystery is still constantly bridging the boundaries of order.

Without the assistance of the tower, the Silent School would probably not be sure to use this powerful ritual magic. The demon hunting movement is now re-exercising, forming gangs in the mysterious realm, and the school has not yet been united. The school is probably looking for ways to preserve its power, but Larsen did not expect that these wizards would set their minds on the alliance first.

"The Prophet will discuss matters related to cooperation with the school on behalf of the Gaota." The facts were right in front of him, but he had to respond in a peaceful tone to comfort the other party.

“We’ve talked.”

The result was self-evident. If it were me, Larson thought, I would not agree. I am afraid that when he invited the prophet to the wizard's headquarters, he had planned his actions today. No, maybe earlier, he could sneak into the tower under the nose of the fate assembly, and even the "second truth" would not be easily accomplished. He probably tamped with it when he came to Bloomnott last time...

At this time, Larsen heard the tutor's voice: "If you don't control the astrologer, it will be useless for you to take the viewing ball, Sterling."

"Why hide it anymore? Astrologers are different. The secret ritual needs you like this, well, it's rare." Bernard Sterling looked at him, "but there happened to be such a person in front of me."

Larsen was shocked. This incident was also a secret at the fate assembly, and he didn't know how the other party knew it.

"You won't point to Xiaobai, do you?" the prophet asked quietly, "Of course, I have not evaluated his astrological talent, maybe..."

"What? He? You are really no one to choose." "The Second Truth" couldn't help but laugh, completely uninterrupted by his words. "Even your disciple is better than him, I bet. Some things cannot be changed by adjusting your destiny, Demoses. Have you forgotten? I am old friends with your White Messenger, and I know his level very clearly."

The commander seemed to have not heard this, and his eyes didn't even move. Larsen exhaled a mouthful of white mist, thinking that as long as the prophet gave the order, the commander would draw the sword from the saint. Perhaps the professions of the two sides were different, and the difference in their realm was even more difficult to make up, but in an instant, he was hesitant about the result of the fight.

"I know you won't do it, Sterling." The prophet raised his voice and remained calm. "It's not good for you to do this."

"I can do it," Larson said immediately, "but I have sworn that I will never be coerced by you, sir."

"The Second Truth" smiled mockingly. "Poor child, we also vowed to the 'victor' to protect his life, and now he has been dead for nearly a thousand years." There are words in his words, which are creepy.

"This is a sacred vow, and it is impossible for those without faith to break it. Neither the saint nor the gods can do this." The prophet snorted, "So don't make a statement before my eyes. It's meaningless to mention the old things again."

The wizard leader turned his head: "Villonka, Winona, and Elber Horsham, remember? They are also old friends of you and me. I ask you, where have these people been now?"

A sword appeared in the commander's hand. "Ask yourself."

His fingers were trembling. Larsen was surprised to find.

"If you are willing to admit it," continued Bernard without any threat, "they will attribute it to you. This is your medal. Okay, look at what you and I used to..."

"Do you want a secret ritual?" Bai Zhijun interrupted him.

The wizard stopped. "Maybe there is this young priest." He pointed to Larson, "but this would be a big deal. Well, the order fulcrum is about to form an alliance, so we'd better give both sides some mercy."

Larson couldn't help but blurted out, "Do you think the alliance will continue? After you do this?"

"This is the general trend, Your Excellency." The wizard said lightly, "The demon hunting movement is different from previous wars. It is the second time it has started, and the intensity is extraordinary. Order requires a united front to fight against the joint efforts of the desolate plane of Gavash and the demon association. My behavior may not be forgiven in your eyes, but the tower is not the leader of a newcomer like you. You might as well ask your ideas."

For a second, Larson almost immediately asked, but he was not a real young man after all. How can we refuse? He thought bitterly. For the lost secret arts, abandoning greater interests? Only fools would do this. Even if the methods of wizards in school are disgusting, we must accept reality.

The prophet did not respond. The mentor may be weighing the pros and cons. Larsen knew him and knew in his heart how to finish what happened today.

"What can you pay if you get the secret?" Demoses asked after silence.

"The Truth School and the Theological School will support the Sky Island," said Bernard. "We are also responsible for the final part of the association. As for other conditions, it is better to calculate the general account? The school can no longer pursue the chaos in the previous Gaia church."

“Until the church is removed from school?”

"This is impossible." The "Second Truth" rejected it. He looked around for a week and gave a statement that was obviously an excuse: "The demon hunting movement is imminent, and the church judges are the backbone of the demon hunters, and there is no benefit in dividing them."

“As far as I know, the Church of Gaia has declared its departure from the school of silence,” Larsen pointed out.

"This is a unilateral statement from Ganderias. During this man's management, there was a serious scandal in the church. Perhaps it would be better for him to step down earlier. In this way, his statement naturally would not be effective."

The New Pope must have been a sensible steward, Larson couldn't help but think. With just one sentence, he turned the church's innovation into useless work. There was no winner in the battle of faith among monks, which paved the way for the wizards. The nightingale of the church was greatly damaged and the judges were integrated into one. These changes undoubtedly enhanced the school's control over the church.

Of course, there are not without any harm. If Ganderias stepped down, everyone will know that it was the Silent School that intervened. The latter had already damaged an Lord of the Empty Realm in Antoros, and the devout monks may not be willing to submit to the truth. Astrologers need nothing to do. With the ownership of the Gaia Church, there will soon be another open and secret struggle...

"If the observation deck is lost, the observation of order by the seven fulcrum points will no longer be perfect." The prophet told him, "The return of the flashing pool is imminent, and it is unnecessary to use the "Abyss of the Ether". Overall, we will not be worth the loss."

"If Jizuk can return to the wizarding life alive, I would be willing to exchange the secrets with the church." Sterling responded, "There may be sacrifices in the searching path, and no one can avoid risks. The only one who has always made profits is the 'winner', and we are not capable of him." This man rolled up the paper tube and knocked his palm. "Besides, I am willing to change, and you may not agree."

After all, the value of the Gaia Church is far from the observation deck, and people don’t care. Larsen thought to himself that if it were Ho Kolin, the result would be different.

He failed to continue to consider the "Second Truth" gradually lost interest in entangled interests. "I have wasted most of the night, and it is time to end it." The wizard said unhappily, "Your problems should be solved by yourself, it has nothing to do with me."

He walked towards the viewing crystal, and the prophet was silent. Compared to bargaining and preparing for the future, they all knew one fact: no one in the Chloyet tower could stop a saint...

... With a "click" sound, Lasen stared at Bai Zhijun in astonishment, and saw him pulling his hand back from the broken crystal, with blood dripping between his fingers and gradually solidifying.

And this is just the beginning.

There are nearly a hundred rooms in the observation deck, including crystal components of all sizes for astrologers to observe order. Although the large crystal here is the center of the secret instrument, the components still have some power. However, at the moment when this thought arose, a series of shattered sounds came from Larsen's ears, which he had no time to stop.

Frost extends on the surface of the floating platform. Ice crystals shine with the fragments of the crystal, mysteriously eroding the runes until the secret instrument is completely dim.

"What else do you want?" asked the commander.

Everyone was shocked. The moment the words fell, Larsen almost realized the provocation in this sentence. In fact, his entire attention was focused on the scattered and broken crystal. He broke it! The secret instrument of the observation deck may be invalid.

A dizziness came, and Larsen couldn't help but hold the door handle.

"Protect yourself." The prophet warned.

Larson forced himself to take a deep breath to relieve the blood that suddenly surged on his forehead. What we really need to worry about is Bernard Sterling, who felt that the other party would be more angry than himself. Ordinary people were just stomping their feet and cursing, but when the saints were angry, we might die together.

"Second Truth" squinted his eyes and stared at the crystal fragments. The air vibrated suddenly, conveying mysterious images. Larsen couldn't help but calm down.

But at this moment of heartbeat, things were not as uncontrollable as expected. The mystery emerged in the remains of the crystal, with the lobes floating, flying, and putting them together again and returning to a smooth original appearance.

He then went to the observation deck, and there seemed to be a kind of heat in his eyes. The frost melted rapidly and the snow water penetrated into the carpet. But at this moment, Bai Zhizi pressed his palm on the runes on the platform, and the white frost instantly turned blood red, and the coldness spread in the air. The mysterious struggle fell into a stalemate. Larsen held his breath and watched the scene in a complicated mood, not knowing which side to pray for victory.

Finally, Sterling looked away and lit the candlestick beside the desk. The white made a sound of shattering sound, and the crystal was once again split. He frowned and did not look back.

"It's still the same thing." "The Second Truth" commented, "You can't expect you to learn magical texts, right? You're like a warlock, not like an elemental player."
To be continued...