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Most diviners would be envious and jealous of Sartre because his teacher was Julian the White, the master of the Tower of Stars.

In a sense, his mentor is the strongest prophet on the continent.

This also means that Sartre will receive the highest level of guidance and the most luxurious resources.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

He can freely enter and leave the spire of the Star Tower every day and directly feel the breath of destiny, which is a privilege only available to extraordinary people above the gold level.

Only a very small number of Silver-level extraordinary people can make an exception and line up to enter, such as Siosande.

But he is an exception among exceptions.

All the books in the entire Tower of Stars are open to him free of charge.

You must know that after the three towers of the mainland realized knowledge sharing, the book list of the Star Tower has expanded unprecedentedly, representing almost all the information in the extraordinary world.

There are countless classics and secrets here, and there are ancient books that ordinary people would be hard-pressed to read in a lifetime.

Moreover, all the spices he spent for the ceremony were credited to Julian.

This means that while other apprentices are still worrying about how to save enough spices for a ceremony, Sartre is faced with the trouble of choosing which spices to practice.

Well, happy troubles.

His spices are distributed as needed.

Sartre was even able to meet with his teacher regularly and let Julian answer his questions in person.

As Siosande gritted his teeth and became jealous, each of the above is enough to make a gold coin type extraordinary person envious, let alone several of them coexisting?

Instilled with such high-quality resources, even a pig should now be infected with the extraordinary aura and become a powerful monster.

Khasat...

It has been five years since Julian became the tower master of the Star Tower. With the infusion of massive resources regardless of cost, he successfully promoted from the black iron level to the bronze level, and began to look for the direction of advancement to the silver level.

However, his junior student Siosande had accomplished all this long ago. In just one year, he was now the most outstanding prophet at the Silver level of the Tower of Stars, but he did not receive the treatment of a Sartre.

If the Tower of Stars hadn't faithfully recorded the admissions records of that year, Sartre and Julian wouldn't have even the slightest resemblance. I'm afraid no one would doubt whether Sartre was the illegitimate son of Julian the White.

Only illegitimate children would be treated like this, right?

However, Sartre's talent was as famous as his treatment, but in reverse.

He knew the real reason for this treatment - he chose Julian when no one was willing to follow him when he was in the most difficult situation.

At that time, Julian was just an ordinary Silver-level prophet, sitting quietly in his seat waiting for the apprentice to be selected.

As a newly promoted mentor, his shining white and silver badge was eclipsed by a group of gold-level and even platinum-level mentors.

According to convention, if a Silver-level transcendent cannot recruit any apprentices within three years, he will graduate from the Tower of Stars and can only join the Tower of Stars again as a trainee.

For everyone who studies in the Tower of Stars, leaving the Tower of Stars in this way is undoubtedly the most humiliating thing - that means not being recognized by others and even the Tower of Stars.

That enrollment was also Julian's last chance.

But among hundreds of apprentices, only Sartre chose Julian. In other words, only one person was willing to take a serious look at Julian.

It's just that of the two ordinary people back then, only one was truly ordinary.

Sartre was mediocre in talent, yes, he knew it.

Even this "average talent" should be a compliment to him.

As long as he has a little bit of talent, he won't be a bronze level person.

He is a prophet who cannot predict, yes, he knows.

This is why he desperately wanted to save Aaron, because this time, his prediction was finally right!

Go east, strummer of the strings of destiny.

This is his promotion prediction.

He started from the Tower of Stars and traveled eastward to Leiden City. When he thought he was going to continue eastward, he accidentally met Aaron.

coincide? Or must it?

For the first time, he finally truly realized what fate was, and finally felt the attention of fate.

Five whole years!

He finally felt what others called "the favor of fate", as if the originally hazy veil of the world had lifted a corner for him.

Everything seemed to be destined, and he was ecstatic.

For him, Aaron is not only an opportunity for him to advance, but also a symbol.

It symbolizes that after five years, he finally took the initiative to grasp the direction in the vast river of destiny for the first time and saw clearly the insignificant picture ahead, even though it may be just the tip of the iceberg.

But he didn't care.

He did it.

He really did it.

This is the first successful prediction in his life!

He had to save Aaron, no matter what, no matter the cost.

Ten years of apprenticeship, five years of hardship, and one prophecy.

He can ignore the powerful Iris family and still protect Aaron when confronting Alice, because he is a student of Julian in White.

He could give up on himself, give up his identity as the heir to the Tower of Stars, and pay for the teacher's disappointment in exchange for Siosande's protection of Aaron.

But now, Siosande is no longer in sight, and the teacher is far away.

This time he had no one to rely on, only himself, a bronze-level prophet who couldn't predict.

The last bit of psychic powder burned silently, the blue light band drifted, and this small space began to undergo subtle changes.

The blue papyrus flew out of his crystal ball, and all the scattered light spots adhered to it, forming some kind of obscure language.

"The starlight is above, protecting against evil." Sartre said with difficulty and stability, word for word.

Using the psychic letter as the main material of the ritual, and the psychic powder as the auxiliary spice, under the premise of burning his soul at all costs, he can bypass other necessary materials and forcibly perform a silver-level protection ritual to "protect from evil".

The light spots gathered quickly, and finally formed a silver-white light curtain that looked like a substance, wrapping Aaron around.

Sartre, on the other hand, stood quietly outside the light curtain, standing under the dim candlelight, and also stood in front of Aaron, looking at Tog calmly.

The "Protection from Evil" ritual works best on one person. If it is two people, it will weaken the protective effect.

Facing a silver-level Tog, Sartre had to go all out.

"Sart, you..." Aaron looked at Sartre's back and was stunned. His palms subconsciously pressed against the cold wall of light.

He thought Sartre would abandon him, stand by, or try to fight back.

He had already imagined countless reactions from Sartre, but he never expected that Sartre would be so strong.

"Sart, think clearly!" Tog roared angrily, and the black mist beside him boiled and surged. From time to time, one or two dark, slender arms stretched out to scratch at the void.

Tog never imagined that Sartre would dare to provoke Aaron for Aaron's sake!

Yes, it's a provocation.

Does Sartre really think that his name as a teacher can solve everything?

Do you really think that he wouldn't dare to kill him? !

If it had been in the past, maybe he would have just retreated.

But not now, he doesn't have time.

The time to present the sacrifices is coming, and if fresh sacrifices are not presented to satisfy the "Creep Lord", he will drain his life force and soul to fill his emptiness and loneliness.

In the darkness, tiny sounds were about to stir, and faint cries lingered in their ears.

"Sir Aaron," Sartre said solemnly, "thank you for letting me get what I have always wanted."

"What is it?"

"A proof, Sir Aaron." Sartre turned and looked at Aaron, "Thank you very much."

There was no fear, no panic, no regret in his eyes, just peace.

As calm as starlight.

What's the point of surviving this time?

It's just a matter of successfully advancing to silver.

But he has been stuck in bronze to silver for five years, and his reputation has spread throughout the Star Tower.

Would anyone be willing to be his apprentice?

In the end, I still have to be persuaded to quit...

The apprentices from the Star Tower Bishop can't continue to stay in the Star Tower as mentors?

Perhaps the teacher was willing to accept it, but Sartre was not.

He looked at Tog, his eyes calm.

The tingling sensation in his arm reminded Tog that the "Creep Lord" might look at him at any time.

He couldn't break through the silver-level protective ritual for a while, but he had another goal.

What if Julian chases him?

What if he was hung on the top of the Star Tower and tortured for a year?

If he doesn't offer a sacrifice now, he will become a sacrifice to the "Creep Lord"!

"Sart, you will regret it!"

Do you regret it?

Julian also said this.

"Will you regret becoming my apprentice?"

Those were the first words the teacher and student said when they met, and Julian didn't even know his name.

The remaining candlelight was oppressed by darkness, emitting a candlelight as big as a bean.

It witnessed the waves of black mist and countless arms swaying towards Sartre.

It was condescending and saw several blue-black palms rushing towards Sartre.

It saw the shadows of barrels and wooden boxes squirming, swallowing Sartre's shadow silently.

He plunged into the dark ocean alone, like a stone that could not splash any water.

Sartre lowered his eyes and waited quietly for the ending, silently reciting the words he had accumulated for ten years.

"Teacher, I just hope you won't regret accepting me as an apprentice with no talent."

The update time will be slightly adjusted in the future.

It will be around nine in the morning and half past five in the evening.

Today’s update is still old time~

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