The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 4: The coming dusk (below)

The sunlight on the table moves slowly until it disappears in the corner of the window. The astrologer apprentice opened his eyes, sat up straight, stretched out his fingers, and touched his cheek.

"Damn, it's the same!" He was shocked, then startled by his own voice, looked around, and then he laughed.

He awkwardly pushed aside the chair and stood up, tentatively stretched out his left foot, stepped on the crunchy wooden floor, followed by his right foot, and walked a few steps in an awkward posture. He pouted and commented: "Really Short. Is it one meter six? The legs are so short."

He walked around the room a few times, expressing deep contempt for the chaotic objects. When looking for the mirror failed, he walked to the sky orbit and looked up to observe the enlarged reflection of himself on the brass sphere. . "This robe is nice and stylish. I'm a handsome lady! Tsk tsk, long curly flax hair, now the most popular. It's shorter. Don't be afraid, it's just beginning to grow!"

He suddenly remembered something. He lifted his robe nervously, pulled up his **** and looked inside, and then heaved a long sigh of relief: "It's Zhengtai, right. I'm not afraid of it, it's really just beginning to grow."

The setting sun sinks into the mountains west of the red soil plain, and the room dimmed. He walked to the window, commented on the lackluster scenery, and then started looking for lighting equipment.

"No oil lamps? No candles? This setting is a bit weird, isn't it true that people here have such good night vision?" He squinted his eyes and looked around, then snorted.

At this time, the night lighting of the Astrology Tower was activated. Teacher Koshava illuminated the illuminated star array engraved with a large 3-pound red crystal at the top of the tower. The soft yellow light passed through the internal passage of the Astrology Tower. The countless mirror reflections illuminate the top of the tower, the studio, the dining room, Jona’s cabin and the servant’s room at the bottom.

"br**o!" The astrologer apprentice high-five in admiration.

He was taken aback for a moment and murmured: "Wait, I know these things...Oh, I understand! I can read all the memory of this character, as long as I think in the right direction. Okay, let me see …My name is d? Jonah II,-what kind of ghost name is this?-I am sixteen years old, my parents are farmers in my country, my identity is... an apprentice astrologer? This is interesting. My mentor My name is Koshava, the seventh-level astrologer, and he is a neurotic nagging old man. My location...The world is made up of four continents. I am in the monarchy of Saint Boren in the center of the western continent. It is set in a proper manner. Saint. Boren was invaded by the Zawi Empire. Just yesterday, the capital was bloodbathed by the invaders. I rescued some inexplicable pieces of paper before the library collapsed...what do you mean?"

He reached out his hand and fumbled, and took out a few remaining pages of an unknown book from the inner pocket of the abdomen of the robe.

"Mysterious prophecy? Is this a questline? From this grand level, it should be considered a main quest. But the product description clearly says that this is not an rpg game, more like a Sims. Okay, yes I'll think about it again."

He stuffed the paper back into his pocket and rubbed his nose, "Then it should be dinner time. Before dinner, the grumpy old man will check my homework. It's basically a blank book, I see I'm going to go to bed hungry otherwise. And being honest and stupid, I can't think of a way to make the old man happy to get dinner. This is a challenge."

At this time, Koshava's howling voice sounded outside the door: "Young man, I won't see your little **** in the restaurant within a minute, you won't have your part for dinner today!"

"Okay, okay. Are the people here talking in Chinese? It is convenient. Oh no, it should be the neural electrical signal sent by the semantic interface to the left hemisphere language center is modulated, of course." Astrologer The apprentice murmured and pushed the door out of the room, and walked up the spiral staircase to the dining room.

Just stepped down a step, because of the incompatibility caused by the height difference, he almost made him roll downstairs with garlic under his feet. He staggered and held his hands on the wall to stabilize his body, while cursing his short legs secretly. Move slowly.

The restaurant is in the middle and lower part of the Astrology Tower, not far away, but when he opened the restaurant door, Koshava Mentor had finished the potato salad and started to drink the vegetable soup. Seeing the student coming in, the old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him, humming a few words from his nostrils: "Your dinner is gone. Go back to the room."

"Dear teacher, if the happy mood resulting from seeing you look good and energetic can serve as a meal, I will be too full to eat a celery stalk." The apprentice astrologer smiled. , Said briskly.

The elderly astrologer raised his eyelids again and looked at his apprentice, "Have you completed the exercises?"

"Speaking of which, there are just a few questions I want to ask you. The theory in the exercise book is too boring. I would rather talk to an erudite seven-level astrologer who is about to become a glorious astrologer in person. ——Do you think the time before the main course is right?" The apprentice respectfully walked to the table, pulled the chair beside the instructor, and sat down sideways with his back straight in a listening position.

Koshawar put down the spoon and wiped the red nose with vegetable soup on his napkin. He looked up and down the strange apprentice, and crossed his fingers non-committal: "What's the problem?"

"I have been thinking," the apprentice said cautiously, "Why does astrology make it easier for researchers to approach the truth of the world compared to the research work of the Anglican Church, the Mathematical Society, and the Magician Association? ——I mean, obviously astrology is a more rational and scientific discipline, but compared with religion, it is easier to come into contact with the power that turns the world in the dark. Why is this?” He said, the servant Bringing the salad and soup, the apprentice stared at the teacher with good eyes, while skillfully spreading the napkin, let the servant put the silver plate in front of him.

"Young man, you are very different today, and you asked a good question." Koshava's hanging eyes shot out excited red, he pushed aside the dinner plate, and put on a long posture: "From the first mentor Jill Starting from Bernayon, the astrologers of all generations have all worked hard for the same ultimate goal. You should know that one hundred and thirty-five years ago..."

The apprentice stared at the instructor in reverence, put the food into his mouth with his right hand, and secretly instructed the servant to serve a dish with his left hand.

He kept making evaluations in his mind: sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell, gravity, body signal feedback, the whole world was built without flaws. A great achievement. The terminal system with the highest level of immersion before was nothing more than the physical stimulus in the clumsy bionic cabin. No matter how **** gtc is, this time, it did come up with something extraordinary.

"...That's about it. Do you understand?"

Koshawar never stopped talking. The essence of astrology course, which lasted for more than one hour and quarter of an hour, was drawn to the end. The apprentice also drank the last cup of heat with dessert at this time. Tea.

"I understand most of them, teacher. This is a very rare experience and will be a valuable asset to me. If you don't mind, I want to go back to the room and make some notes before I forget these Zhu Yu's good words. "The apprentice lowered his head humbly.

"Go." Koshava waved his hand satisfied, and turned to urge the servant to serve his long-lost main course. The apprentice bowed, stepped back out of the dining room, and closed the door.

It's really amazing. The astrologer apprentice slowly walked up the spiral staircase, thinking to himself. His mentor is nothing like a three-dimensional model plus an input and output program. No matter how you look at it, the old man with disheveled hair and red nose is a real independent personality. Still flawless. ——If it were not for the incompatibility brought by entering another body, he could almost convince himself that this was the real world.

Drips. A distant voice rang in my ears, an electronically synthesized reminder that could not exist in the world of swords and magic.

Oh of course, there is also a logout prompt.

The apprentice walked back to his cabin, sat on the bed, looked around again, stretched out his hand, touched the rough texture of the linen sheets, breathed in the metallic and loose-scented laboratory air, and exclaimed: "It's amazing."

Immediately, this injection thread was pulled away, and the foreign soul quickly went away. The astrologer apprentice's eyes were dizzy for a moment, and his clarity was restored immediately. Next, Jonah sat on the ground with a plop, sweat gushing out of his forehead uncontrollably, and he could almost hear the tearing noise of an overloaded heart beating.

Devil. It's a demon.

These two hours are the longest two hours in his seventeen-year life.

He woke up from his sleep and found that he had lost all control over his body. He was like an elf imprisoned in a steam puppet. Through his pupils, he saw his legs walking. He unscrewed the door lock with his hand, and said words that he would never say his entire life with his mouth.

"On October 6, Gamaliel descended from the sky with all the selected pagans. Ayala could not see him, Ayala could not hear him, but he lived in the palace of bones and did not feel Panicked.'Don't approach the mirror', Gamaliel gave him advice."

The prophecy has been fulfilled. On himself.