The Wizarding Age

Sky City, Prophet's Tower.

Even within the Silver Alliance, the Prophet's Tower is an extremely mysterious and taboo place.

It is almost unknown to outsiders. The only people who can enter and exit it are special professionals wearing silver robes and holding a thick book in their arms - file scholars.

And the Prophet's Tower is an important place for file scholars to observe the world's general situation and record the world's secrets.

At this moment, on a small stone platform on the seventh floor of the Prophet's Tower, a strange old man wearing a simple white robe, with an old and weak face and a pair of tortoise-shell glasses on his nose was leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, silently examining the Sky City under the warm sunshine.

After a long time, he retracted his gaze and turned back to the inside of the tower.

This is a magic secret room full of a strong atmosphere of knowledge. There are almost no furniture in the room, but it is piled with all kinds of strange books. All the books are stacked against the wall, leading to the roof that is more than ten meters high. They are scattered and crooked, and they didn't collapse because of the weight of the books on them.

Standing in the room and looking around, there are only books, and almost no other objects can be seen. There is a small desk more than half a meter high in the middle of the room, on which are placed countless volumes, books, notes and other things that are spread out, half-covered, or stacked together.

And there are piles of books scattered on the road leading to the small desk from where the old man is standing. Anyone who wants to walk here must be careful, otherwise a terrible "landfall" will be triggered by carelessness.

With the old man's weak physique, it is obviously impossible to withstand such a disaster.

Moreover, there are also magic books with witchcraft fluorescence on the surface of these books and volumes. Once the protective witch formation on them is triggered, it will definitely cause a terrible catastrophe here.

However, at this moment, a young boy with a delicate face is sitting cross-legged in front of the desk, holding a strange feather pen in his hand, writing something on a sheepskin scroll.

Seeing the old man coming back from a walk, the little guy raised his head, with a pair of bright eyes flashing with curiosity.

"Teacher, did you see anything again?"

It's no wonder that the little guy asked this question. According to the old man's past, it was his fixed habit to go to the rooftop in the afternoon to look at the scenery around the Sky City. This time usually does not exceed half an hour, and it is also his only "leisure activity".

The rest of the time, he lives in this ocean of books and keeps writing and recording major events happening around the world.

Yes, this is a strange ability of the archivist.

They are witnesses of history, they are recorders of history, and their naked eyes can see mysterious events happening somewhere in the plane from thousands of miles away. These events may be big or small, but without exception, they can deeply affect the future development direction of the entire world...

Archivists do not need too advanced witchcraft abilities, but only a pious and convinced belief in fate. If the wizard world is the wizard world, then this group of people are the diviners among wizards, but they do not believe in a certain powerful person, but the long river of destiny that is hidden behind the scenes, like a super complex but extremely precise huge machine that controls everything.

They are servants of the power of destiny and devout believers of the power of destiny.

They never interfere with the operation of destiny, but as a humble servant, they use their own eyes and pens to observe and record all the major and minor events that affect the development of the entire wizard world.

Where they appear, it often indicates that a major event that will deeply change the future direction of the world will happen there.

They will use their paper and pen to record every historical moment of a genius wizard from birth to maturity, and then to the peak of glory, and then archive them in detail and store them in the secret room of the Prophet's Tower.

These documents and secret volumes, except for the file scholars, even the president and vice president of the Silver Alliance have no right to access them.

The entire Prophet's Tower is like a strange organization isolated from the world. It does not rely on anyone, does not hurt anyone, and silently examines and monitors all important events that occur in the plane at a height that ordinary people cannot understand.

And what gives them this power is the all-seeing eye placed on the top of the Prophet's Tower.

Any archivist who is in the Prophet's Tower will be amplified by the all-seeing eye. Except for a few areas affected by strange powers, the entire wizard world is like a scroll in their eyes, which can be unfolded at any time and can be cast at any time.

In the eyes of archivists, there are no secrets in the world!

However, at this moment, this old man who looks unremarkable but firmly controls the entire Prophet's Tower and nearly a hundred archivists in it seems quite excited. He began to wave his arms as soon as he entered the room.

"Fate is changing... fate is changing... The long river of fate has once again sent me a warning. A revolution and turmoil that will profoundly change the future of the wizarding world is occurring in the central part of the continent... Quick... Quick... Notify Indar immediately. I require all of his Eagle Team to go out and record everything that happens there..."

It was the first time that the young dossier apprentice saw his teacher so excited that he became neurotic. He quickly brushed away the scroll he was copying, and took out a strange crystal from the bottom of a pile of books beside him. He placed it on the desk and began to rub and whisper slowly.

A moment later, the light and shadow in the air in the study room swayed, and the half-body shadow of a middle-aged man with a calm and resolute face emerged. He wore a badge engraved with a scroll and a feather pen on his chest, and there was a magic pattern of a strange eyeball in the middle of his forehead.

That was the symbol of the all-seeing eye!

"Master Tower Master, you are so anxious to summon me. What happened?" The visitor bowed to the old man, still looking confused.

"Indal, send all members of your Eagle Team to the central part of the continent immediately! There, in a place called Tielin City, a major event is happening. I require you to observe closely and record everything that happens there for me in full."

"All members of the Eagle Team?" The middle-aged man raised his head in surprise, but then he nodded and said, "I understand, sir, I will give the order now! I will go there in person and arrange everything, and I will never let you down..."

"It's good that you understand! Remember, the main line of fate is always hidden in various strange events that emerge one after another. Your task is to unravel the true main line of fate, carefully observe and record how fate affects future development through one person and one thing at a time. In particular, you must find the 'individual' who drives the main line of fate. He is the core that we should observe and understand the most!"

"Yes!"

As Indal bowed in response, the half-body image slowly disappeared.

Half a minute later, strange guys with strange shapes, wearing silver robes, holding sheepskin scrolls and feather pens suddenly walked out of the secret rooms in the Prophet's Tower. They came to the stone window of the tower and transformed into tall and majestic giant eagles, screaming and rushing into the sky.

Eleven giant eagles circled three times above the Prophet's Tower, and under the leadership of the leader, they turned their wings and flew quickly towards the center of the continent without hesitation.

The young file apprentice lying on the railing of the platform couldn't help but retract his envious eyes and looked at his teacher.

"Teacher, I..."

"Don't even think about it! You are still young and have not experienced the trials of the world. You don't know how dangerous people are. You will suffer a great loss if you go out to travel like this."

"If I go with Uncle Indal, it will be okay, right?"

"Hmph, they have a mission to do, and they can't spare their attention to take care of you. Besides, how many archived volumes in the central part of the continent have you read?"

When the old man mentioned this, the young file apprentice immediately had a headache.

"Teacher, the entire central part of the continent is filled with 300 secret rooms with archived volumes of history alone. I... I... I have only seen the 31428th year of the wizard calendar..."

"That means you have only learned about the history of the central part of the continent for more than 1,500 years, and there are still more than 30,000 years waiting for you to read! I will not let you go out to travel until you have read the entire history of the continent and become a true file scholar..."

After hearing the old man's answer, the muscles on the face of the young file apprentice couldn't help but twitch violently. He spent two whole years studying the ancient scrolls day and night, and only then did he master the development and changes of the central part of the continent over the past thousand years.

But if he wanted to extend the historical process he had mastered to 30,000 years ago, and also include the development of the three major wizard organizations, the terrifying amount of reading would make people despair just thinking about it.

"Sonke, this is the basic skill of a file scholar. If you don't grind away the anxiety and laziness in human nature in the vast sea of ​​books, you can't hold the feather pen firmly. Every scholar who walks out of the prophet's tower and represents the all-seeing eye is a trustworthy partner. And you... are still far from it!"

"Then... teacher, if there are apprentices who can't bear this complicated and boring life and want to give up halfway, what will be their fate?" Thornke's eyes couldn't help but flicker.

"Haha... Where is the Prophet's Tower? No one can take away the secrets of the world from here. If you can't become a file scholar, then the moment you give up, everything you remember in your mind will disappear."

Speaking of this, the old man leaned on his magic wand and looked out the window, saying leisurely: "No one can take away the secrets here! They are destined to belong here..."

The young Thornke wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, calmed his mind, bowed to the old man, and returned to the wooden table to devote himself to reading and recording.

And on the top of the tower, a strange eyeball with a golden luster was tirelessly staring at the distance.

Where its golden sight was focused, the fog of fate dissipated, and scenes of bizarre light appeared, faintly showing the various forms of the world under the rule of fate...

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