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"Is it about me...?" Sartre confirmed subconsciously.

"Of course, don't forget that you haven't held an advancement ceremony yet. No one has applied to activate the Star Tower these days. Maybe I can help you mobilize the power of the Star Tower. Maybe this can increase your ability to advance. Success rate."

Julian's voice was still calm and gentle, but the meaning in it was enough to make all gold coin-type extraordinary people crazy!

It is actually very simple for a bronze-level person to officially become a silver-level prophet. He only needs to make a correct prophecy and hold a complicated astrology ceremony.

For others, correct prediction is not a big problem. Even if it is not good enough, it can be predicted a few times, even if a blind cat encounters a dead mouse, it can still win once.

As long as you can win once and feel the feedback of fate, you can meet the conditions. The most difficult thing is the complicated astrology ritual.

To hold an astrological ceremony is actually to use spices, rituals and many other means to induce the starlight to enter the sea of ​​soul consciousness and condense the talisman inscriptions. Only by successfully condensing the talisman inscriptions can one be considered to be a prophet.

Compared to other places, the location of the Star Tower can naturally attract more starlight, allowing the star magic ceremony to attract a little more starlight when it is held.

Starlight is like ink, and inscribing runes is like writing on the soul.

No matter what, more starlight means more calmness. The more ink, the more complex talisman inscriptions can be engraved.

There is no doubt that the more complex the sigil inscriptions are during advancement, the more helpful they will be on the path to transcendence in the future.

And if the starlight dries up, failing to advance is a trivial matter. If the soul is damaged or broken, it will be a lot of fun.

As for "mobilizing the power of the Star Tower" mentioned by Julian...

When others are still scratching their heads, thinking about how to save the starlight condensed talisman inscriptions as much as possible, and worrying about the failure of the advancement, when the geniuses are thinking about how to use the starlight advancement with the highest efficiency as possible, Julian With a big wave of his hand: "Sartre, don't worry about waste, just paint whatever you want."

In other words, while others were drawing talisman and inscriptions with quills and ink bottles, and while the geniuses of the Tower of Stars could happily add one or two bottles of ink to themselves, Sartre was already standing with a mop. In front of the starry ocean, listen to the sound of the starry tide.

"Teacher, this..." Even though Sartre was used to the teacher's favor on him, he was still shocked and didn't know what to say.

Only then did he realize why the teacher asked Siosande to get the spices at this time. If he had been there, he would have broken his teeth when he heard this.

Julian turned and walked towards the crystal ball in the center of the room, looking at the looming runes on it, "This is what I should do, Sartre."

"But teacher, why, why do you treat me so favorably? I think Siosande is better than me. You know what he has achieved in the Academy of Spiritual Consciousness, and I..." Sartre smiled bitterly and said in a low voice, giving up on himself. "Maybe I don't have a gift for prophecy."

"Sart, maybe you should think about why you are so proficient in spice ratios, but you ended up becoming a prophet."

Sartre's depressing words seemed to irritate Julian, and there was a bit of displeasure in his tone.

"Teacher, I didn't... I just wanted to say that maybe you should focus on Siosande, or on the other apprentices. I..." Sartre wriggled his lips, and the memory of Siosander flashed before his eyes. Osander made the promise, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "Maybe I should graduate early."

Julian, who had always been gentle, finally turned around suddenly this time, with a serious look on his face that he did not usually have in the past. He did not speak, but just looked at Sartre silently.

Of course Star Tower allows early graduation, but few people choose to do so.

There are a large amount of spices and main ingredients here, a safe environment, and rich experience accumulated by the predecessors. Every day you stay here, you can feel that you are growing rapidly. As long as you are a gold coin type extraordinary person, you will never go out.

"Is it Siosande, or Virgil?"

"No, teacher, it's not me, it's me. I feel that I am unworthy of your careful cultivation over the years."

"Is it because you haven't made any progress over the years?"

"Maybe, maybe... not."

At the end, Sartre hesitated and spoke vaguely.

"You have to know one thing, a very important thing, Sartre. As long as you don't give up on yourself, I will never give up on you, no matter who you are..." Julian paused, turned around again, and said Calmly but firmly: "You are my apprentice, the apprentice of the Tower Master of the Star Tower, and the apprentice of the strongest prophet on the road."

The strongest here, bar none.

"But am I really worthy of this status? Teacher! You allowed me to freely enter and exit the top of the tower to watch the stars and destiny, let me use spices and consult classics at will, and personally assisted me in the prophecy ceremony. Even later, you sent Siosande came with the Blazing Sun Potion, and now, you want to use the power of the Star Tower, I..."

At the end of the sentence, Sartre's voice choked up and he could no longer speak.

"I know, teacher, I really understand your thoughts. I try hard to sense the stars and destiny, but they will always be a mystery to me. I can't see it. Teacher, I really can't see it..."

Sartre blinked his blurred eyes, trying to see the ground clearly under his feet, trying his best not to let tears fall.

On the airship, he was thinking.

After getting off the airship and sitting on the extraordinary mechanical carriage, he was also thinking.

Entering the Tower of Stars, he met Master Vergil, who continued to think in silence.

Perhaps he is a burden on the teacher's reputation?

He was afraid of disappointing the teacher, but now it seemed that disappointing the teacher was a good choice, at least the teacher would give up on him because of this.

He has occupied the resources that should belong to Siosande for too long. Perhaps Siosande can go further under the careful guidance of his teacher.

As Siosande's senior, he should think about his juniors.

Even though the upright junior only cared about the teacher's feelings, he did not feel unfair because of the teacher's favoritism.

He was more talented and determined.

Julian had to turn around again and stared quietly at the apprentice in front of him. He did not speak, but stared for a long time. The rich starlight in his eyes concealed all his emotions.

The atmosphere in the room was solemn, and not even a few sounds could be heard.

For a long time, until Sartre adjusted his mood slightly, Julian slowly said: "Sartre, your performance today disappoints me."

"Teacher, I don't want you to be so embarrassed for me, so I think..." Sartre had bitten his lip, and the strong taste of blood and rust was in his mouth, "I want to go out for a walk."

He wiped his face in embarrassment, not even daring to muster the courage to look at the teacher. He hurriedly turned around, opened the door, and left in a hurry. The astrology guard faithfully closed the door for Sartre again.

"Julian, you seem to have bad judgment..." The old voice came from the crystal ball and echoed in the room.

"No, only when he starts to doubt can he really realize it." Julian looked at the door and whispered: "Sart, please don't let the teacher down..."