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Star Tower, top floor, Tower Master Julian's room.

When Sartre walked into the room with the three bags of psychic powder he had just received, he certainly could not have imagined what this excursion would mean to him, his teacher, and even the entire Tower of Stars.

"Teacher, I'm here..."

After resting for a while, Sartre finally decided to set off.

After all, he still has a full year of free time waiting for him to complete, and there is no point in squatting in the Tower of Stars.

"There's a little bit of psychic powder." Julian was still standing in front of the huge crystal ball, glanced at the bag in Sartre's hand, and said gently, "Didn't I ask you to take four bags?"

"I think maybe three bags are enough. Teacher, four bags... I can't carry that many."

A bag of psychic powder is contained in a silk magic cloth bag about the size of a human head. Even though the psychic powder itself does not weigh much, three bags still occupy a large volume.

Even if there were only three bags hanging, it had already begun to affect Sartre's mobility.

"Siosander knows?"

"Yes, teacher, he will go with me."

"Then let Siosande bring an extra bag." Julian said casually.

Sartre was startled, scratched his head, and said subconsciously: "Teacher, does this seem inappropriate?"

"He is my student and your junior, as he should be."

One sentence completely determined the status and role of a certain genius silver-level prophet who was not present.

However, a certain prophet is still making final preparations before departure in the room below, so he is naturally unaware of this.

Julian stared at Sartre and said slowly: "Sartre, you have to go out for a year and come back alive."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was silent, and all sounds from the outside world were isolated, except for the sound of the two people's breathing and words.

The huge crystal ball was rotating slowly, and a certain blue light appeared from time to time.

"Teacher, I...I can do it." Sartre's eyes were a little wandering and a little guilty.

So far, he has still not succeeded in integrating his talisman and inscription into his soul, and at best it can only be regarded as a fake version of the Silver Rank.

Julian, who was familiar with his students, naturally knew what Sartre was thinking, "Sartre, this is an order, no matter what, come back alive."

His gentle words finally contained a hint of undoubted seriousness, "You should also know that one year from now, the Star Tower will hold an astrology exchange meeting, and I have reserved a place for you to give an independent lecture in advance."

Sartre, who was muttering incessantly, raised his head in surprise, but saw the affirmative and calm gaze of his teacher.

Of course he knows what this so-called "independent preaching" quota means. It is a qualification that only gold-level extraordinary people above the gold level have!

The Astrology Exchange Meeting is a grand gathering for gold coin system extraordinary people on the entire continent!

Think about it, on that occasion, under the gaze of countless gold coin-type extraordinary beings...

It can be said that it is equivalent to the entire gold coin series of extraordinary beings spending precious minutes or even ten minutes to listen to his speech...

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"Teacher, I...I can't do it. Teacher, maybe you should give this opportunity to others..." Subconsciously, Sartre rejected Julian.

This spot is really precious, and even just hearing these words is enough to make him feel terrified.

How can he get this opportunity?

In order to show his face as a student, does the teacher have to pay more for him?

Due to the limited number of places, many deputy tower masters even had to queue up and take turns to get the opportunity to give this independent speech. Only Julian, the master of the Star Tower, could get a regular opportunity at such a grand event.

This is one of the privileges of the Star Tower Master, and it also represents the respect that all gold-coin system extraordinary people have for the Star Tower Master, the leader of the gold-coin system.

"No, Sartre, this is my chance."

"What?...Teacher?" Sartre raised his head in shock, looked at Julian, and couldn't help but confirm again: "You mean..."

"Yes, Sartre, at the next astrology exchange meeting, you will preach on my behalf and tell you about the many research results on reducing the ritual process and reducing the spices."

"But, teacher, it's obviously you..."

"It's nothing yours, mine, Sartre." Julian interrupted Sartre and said, "This honor should belong to you. Believe me, Sartre, no one is more qualified than you."

As he spoke, Julian walked to the huge wooden table, picked up a crystal ball that exuded a light blue luster, and handed it to Sartre.

Sartre subconsciously took the crystal ball and felt its slightly cold feel.

However, the extraordinary aura exuding from the crystal ball made him clearly realize that this was no ordinary extraordinary object. Through the surface of the crystal ball, he could even see a talisman inscription solidified in its core. .

"Now that you have reached the Silver level, you should need a handy tool. I think this crystal ball will be very suitable for you. It can help you retain your spirituality and soul stably, and it is also embedded with corresponding spells. You only need to consume a certain amount of psychic powder to activate the 'Star Barrier'."

For Sartre, what he lacks is indeed not offensive means, but protective means that can deal with various attacks.

For Julian, he did not want his student to die during this year's travels.

"By the way, since I'm traveling and can't come back often, I've also put a lot of information in this crystal ball, which may be helpful to you."

"Teacher, this is really too valuable..."

Sartre wanted to return it, but he only saw Julian's back and his teacher waving at him, signaling him to leave.

Sartre understood that the teacher had made the final decision. In desperation, he could only put away the crystal ball, bowed respectfully and prepared to leave.

It wasn't until he walked to the door that he heard Julian's voice again, "Remember, come back alive. If you really run into trouble, don't worry about time and come back directly."

He did not turn around, still facing Sartre.

Upon hearing this, Sartre's lips moved a few times and his eye circles turned red, but he still did not speak. He bowed deeply to the teacher's back again and left quietly.

As the door closed again, Julian was the only one left in the room.

After a long time, an old voice finally said, "Actually, sometimes, I really want to know how Sartre would feel if he knew that the teacher he loved most would send his students to death with his own hands."

Julian's voice was still gentle, "He is my student, and I am his teacher, Taring."