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"How can this be?"

Sartre's face was ugly, and he stood in front of the thick stone door of the Tower of Stars filled with proverbs, muttering to himself.

Not long ago, they got off the airship from Ekhtaton City. There was almost no rest or stop along the way. They directly hired a mechanical carriage and hurried to the Tower of Stars.

That is a mechanical carriage. It does not need to eat grass or drink water. As long as it is provided with enough extraordinary breath or cards, it will be an extraordinary mechanical creation that can work endlessly until the parts wear out and rust!

Except for a few rare methods, Sartre believed that this was the fastest way to reach the Star Tower.

However, they were still one step late.

"What are you talking about? You said that another natural disaster broke out in Leiden City?" Sartre looked at the astrology boy standing by the door and couldn't help asking: "Is it the Throat of Death? How many people died? What exactly is it? when?"

But Siosande was concerned about another thing, "Damn it, the Yggtos family accused us of failing to perform our duties and actually allowed the breath of natural disaster to remain? How ridiculous! That is the true form of the natural disaster and Death Throat! It is not a clone, not a projection ! In that kind of situation, we are lucky to survive, shouldn’t we leave it to those people..."

His voice stopped suddenly because he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

"Leave it to who, Siosande?" An old man slowly walked out of the shadows beside the door. The wide brim of his hat covered his gray hair, hinting at his age, but his eyes were still clear and sharp, and in the end What is striking is that he has a hooked nose, as long and pointed as his hat.

"May the starlight be with you, Master Virgil Tower." Sartre bowed slightly and saluted, his face a little unnatural.

To be precise, Virgil is one of the deputy tower masters of the Star Tower. However, in the Star Tower, there is actually no strict boundary between the tower master and the deputy tower master. In other words, most people are not aware of the difference. Over time, everyone They also habitually refer to the deputy tower master as the tower master.

After all, the deputy tower master is recognized as a popular candidate for the next tower master, and only by becoming a deputy tower master can he have enough qualifications and prestige to secure the title of tower master of the Star Tower.

Unfortunately, Master Vergil's life span is coming to an end. Even though he still looks strong, you can feel the breath of life that is about to burn out as long as you pay a little attention.

Only when something is missing will you want something.

For Virgil now, nothing is more important than life.

What's even more unfortunate is that Sartre used that drop of blazing sun potion and used it on an outsider.

That was a drop of blazing sun potion that was enough for him to advance.

"Leave it to whom, Siosande?" Virgil ignored Sartre's greetings and asked again in a sharp voice.

"Let our teachers handle it. After all, it is stupid things done by us incompetent students." Siosande said with a smile.

Hehehe sneered a few times, Virgil narrowed his eyes and flashed a sharp cold light, "How dare you come back? You have completely lost the name of the Tower of Stars! Look what you have done? It's not even that obvious The natural disaster was not discovered? The Yggtos family has already sent a letter to protest this matter."

"They still have the nerve to send a letter to protest this matter?" Siosande was startled at first, but then he came to his senses and turned red with anger. "Then it's obviously Bals's fault. He is..."

"Two masters who were taught by Julian himself can't even do this well?"

"You are not allowed to talk about teacher!" The silent Sartre finally spoke.

"Don't tell me? Hehe, for this matter, your teacher held a temporary meeting with several of our deputy tower masters overnight, just to discuss the mistakes you two made. Why can't I tell you?"

Siosande and Sartre were speechless and silent again.

The prophets and prophets of the Star Tower can be said to be one of the most noble professions in the entire continent. Even considering that most of the others are mixed with political factors, you can even confidently remove that "one".

Only the seers and prophets of the Tower of Stars can detect the breath of cults most accurately, and only they can find cultists and hidden natural disasters among the vast crowd of people the fastest and most efficiently.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Behind such an honor, there are naturally corresponding responsibilities and obligations, such as ensuring that natural disasters and cult events will not happen unexpectedly, or at least giving people the time and space to prepare.

Just like a prophet who passed by the village of Pompeii more than ten years ago, he predicted that the village would be destroyed by natural disasters. However, the ignorant people in the village rejected him because that day was the village's annual celebration. kindness.

After many attempts to persuade him failed, the young prophet could only believe in his own judgment and stood far away watching the village full of joy and laughter being submerged by the sudden rain of fire from the sky.

This is a story told by Sartre's teacher Julian himself. Every prophet and prophet who comes from the Tower of Stars must bear this responsibility and mission, and must keep innocent people away from these disasters that exceed the limits of mortal resistance.

Most of the time, they are not magpies announcing good news, but crows heralding something ominous.

"I'm so disappointed." Virgil vented his malice mercilessly, his eyes slashing at Sartre like a blade.

Such an attitude clearly goes beyond the scope of accusation.

Siosand glanced at Sartre, who was bowing his head in silence, and said in a low voice: "I don't know, Deputy Tower Master Virgil, in what way did we let you down?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, he added an accent to "Deputy Tower Master".

"You!" Virgil was startled, his eyes flashed, and he glared at Siosand. Then he thought of something, and his face regained some composure, "Maybe you should meet your teacher and ask about this meeting. thing……"

He looked past Siosande and towards Sartre, "Maybe some people should give us an explanation."

After saying that, he turned around and left without waiting for Sartre and Siosande's response.

"Really, few people come down from the tower. I'm afraid that the deputy tower master Virgil is not standing at the door as a waiter every day, but he is waiting for us." Siosande curled his lips and took a look at the erratic group beside him. The uncertain astrology boy complained in a low voice.

"Perhaps we should indeed..." Sartre said hesitantly.

"Should? What should it be?" Siosande interrupted, "Senior, your teacher is Julian, not Vergil. According to the rules of the Tower of Stars, only the teacher can punish you. He is just I’m just jealous of that drop of blazing sun potion.”

"No matter what, you should be more respectful to Master Virgil." Sartre reminded.

"Senior Sartre, I think you should wait until you meet the teacher before saying this. Since he dares to openly embarrass us, the teacher must have given in." Siosande said to Sartre seriously, " Senior, I don’t want the teacher to make things difficult for you.”

Sartre lowered his eyes and no longer responded, but quietly clenched his fists.

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