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Sartre's mind was so confused that he didn't even know how he came back until he collapsed on his hardwood bed.

He stared blankly at the stone wall above his head, his mind going blank.

At this time, the door that had not been closed was pushed open again, and Siosande walked in with a sullen face.

He was carrying three blue-gray cloth bags in his hands, and Sartre could smell the unique smell of psychic powder even from a distance.

"You shouldn't mention this to the teacher at this time, Senior Sartre."

"Then when should I be?"

"Maybe later."

"How late can I be? It can't be after the teacher saves me, right?" Sartre said mockingly to himself.

If he didn't mention this matter at this time, then the teacher would probably keep him alive, and there would probably be a price to pay.

He no longer wants to be a burden to the teacher.

"Senior Sartre, answer me, what are you running away from?" Siosande said coldly, "I am asking you this question with the attitude of a junior asking a senior for advice.

I believe in the teacher, and I also believe in the teacher’s vision. He will never be wrong. Since he is willing to spend such a price to train you, then you must have something better than me.

But Senior Sartre, so far, apart from the fact that you can surpass me in terms of rituals and spice ratio, I can’t see anything else. What are you hiding? "

Silence, a long silence, the only sound of two people breathing in the narrow cabin.

"Maybe I made a mistake in choosing a teacher?" Sartre said with a wry smile.

"But the teacher also chose you!" Siosande hammered the wooden table next to him and roared, "The teacher told me that you actually want to go out? Go back to Leiden City? Senior Sartre, sometimes I really want to Pry open your brain and take a good look at what's inside! What are you running from! Or is that person named Aaron really that powerful? Senior Sartre, please figure it out, he may be someone from the Tower of the Moon The reincarnation of the old monster!"

"No, he's not, Siosand. Then I thought about it, he probably isn't."

"Then who could he be? Is it important who he is? How important is it? Is it important to have a teacher?"

Sartre said hesitantly: "It's just a feeling, Siosande, it's just a feeling. I feel like there seems to be something in him that I need..."

Is it that spinning two-color gold coin?

Is it his strange and pure soul?

Is it the skill of his black iron level or bronze level that can unleash weird abilities?

Or is there a high probability that he can prevent... a natural disaster?

Sartre couldn't tell. At this time, he was extremely envious of Siosande. Perhaps only a prophet could skip the process and directly grasp what he wanted with his soul and intuition.

And him?

A mediocre prophet can't even predict accurately.

The feeling was so strange that he initially thought it was the result of a prophecy ritual, but later he found that it didn't seem like it.

"Something? Some kind of indescribable thing?" Siosande laughed angrily, "Do you really think the teacher is a gentle person? He is the owner of the Star Tower, not a nanny, and he is not around the noble lady. Personal maid! He's accommodating your feelings!

Just now, just now, I checked the records in the tower. In the past few months, the teacher has mobilized the power of the Star Tower a handful of times. Each time it was for you, Senior Sartre. I believe you understand. I mean. "

Even as the Tower Master of the Star Tower, there is a limit to the number of times Julian can mobilize the power of the Star Tower, which is determined by the all-tower conference held every five years.

These transfer records not only illustrate Julian's care for Sartre, but they also illustrate...

Sartre, who was lying on the hardwood bed, was shaken all over. The inexplicable trembling made him sit up instantly, and even grabbed Siosande's arm directly, "What?! Say it again!"

"Yes, Senior Sartre, the teacher has no record of mobilizing the power of the Star Tower alone." Siosande slowly opened Sartre's hand.

There is no record of independently mobilizing the Tower of Stars, which means that unless Julian abandoned the power of the Tower of Stars to conduct a fate correction ceremony alone, he did not help Sartre correct the prophecy and fate.

This prophecy was indeed a prophecy made by himself, although Julian still provided a lot of help.

"In addition, Senior Sartre, the teacher has approved your application for a study tour for one year. Remember to report back when the time comes."

"Study tour? Shouldn't it be..."

Siosandre interrupted Sartre's words forcibly, his words full of dissatisfaction, "Yes, this is the stupidest thing about you! Vice Tower Master Virgil was right, recall what he said? He looked at you , asked you to give them an explanation, why didn’t the teacher give him an explanation?”

He paused, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down the anger surging in his heart, "That's because, at that impromptu meeting, the teacher had promised to give up the resources of a Silver-level apprentice for three years to allow the Academy of Spiritual Sense to develop Someone will replace you! You idiot!"

Sartre was stunned and had no idea that this was happening, and the teacher didn't mention it to him.

Although Sartre has such abundant resources, it is the only one in the Tower of Stars, which is equivalent to half the tower master level treatment.

Just look at Siosande and you will know that even if he is the apprentice of the tower master, even if he is one of the top silver-level prophets in the Tower of Stars, he cannot freely enter and exit the tower.

Using three years of an insignificant bronze-level transcendent to exchange three years of resources for a tower master's silver-level apprentice, no matter how the account is calculated, the Academy of Spiritual Knowledge has made a profit, and it is a huge profit.

"What's the result, Sartre? What are you doing? Are you giving up? Senior Sartre, I'm warning you, this is the last time. If there is another time, I will definitely beat you up!"

Siosande put the three bags of psychic powder on the table, turned around and walked out of the room quickly, and said firmly, "After the teacher helps you perform the advancement ceremony, you can go find your Aaron." Well, Senior Sartre, I hope you have a good time."

The door was slammed shut, leaving Sartre alone.

He looked at the three bags of psychic powder on the table and was speechless for a moment, then slumped down on the bed, his mood becoming complicated again.

Siosande was right. He decided to find Aaron this time when he went out. He thought he would stay in Leiden City for three years, but he didn't expect that the teacher would actually...

Maybe he should have thought about his teacher from the beginning.

Is it worth it?

He couldn't help asking questions in his heart, like asking the teacher, but also like asking himself.

Is he really worthy of the teacher's efforts?

And is that Aaron really worth his efforts?

Thanks to the passing holiday, the abyss funnyman, and the unforgiving nature of mathematics for the reward~