The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 71: The Promise of the Starry Sky (Part 1)
Jonah walked alone in the silent night wasteland, with no star above his head.
He looked around, unable to see the distance. He had forgotten why he had to walk, and of course he didn't know where it was. A small orange-red light ball hovered in the night not far away, showing him the way forward.
He stepped mechanically, using the soles of his feet to feel the grass, dead branches, stones, and thorns. The light ball slowly led the way in front, illuminating the ten-yard space with a faint orange light.
The sharp stones stabbed Jonah's feet. He bent over and stroked his left foot, and found that his whole body was naked, without a sly clothes, strangely, he didn't feel cold at all. The smell in the air made him feel familiar. This is his hometown, the warm smell of the red earth plains of St. Boren, the smell of home. He didn't have a trace of horror.
He walked forward and kept walking, not knowing how long he walked, and he was not tired. The eternal dark night enveloped the plain. He should have gone through a few days of rising and falling, but he never saw the light.
I don't know when, suddenly, the orange ball of light stopped, and Jonah stopped.
"Have you finished your homework, young man?" someone said on the left.
Jona turned his head and saw Mr. Koshava, who was wearing a black astrologer's robe that didn't fit well, shaking his shaggy head on the edge of light and darkness.
"Teacher!" Jonah exclaimed in surprise, trying to run over to give the old man a hug.
"My child, how are you doing recently?" The words from the right side caught him in his footsteps.
A man and a woman came from the night. The man had a ruddy face, black and dense moustache on the upper lip, and was slightly bald; the woman was wearing a denim dress with crow's feet and her eyes were still big. And bright.
"...Mom, Dad?" Jonah called out hesitantly, sticking out his left foot.
"This is not the time to reminisce about the old. You still have very important things to do. More important than anything else." A calm baritone heard in front of him.
Jonah saw a figure wearing a hooded black cloak, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the other person's face hidden in the darkness.
"Who are you?"
"He is a liar. You need to believe in yourself. Understand? It's not the self imposed on you by others, but your self, the body in your body, your soul suspended in electrolyte, your The small universe, your force, your alaya consciousness, your neuroelectric signal dna. What you believe constitutes you, and believing in yourself is enough. Speaking of which, one has to be a little confident to live, isn’t it?" A nice man's voice sounded behind him.
Jonah turned around, and an orange ball of light illuminated a sharp mirror.
Jonah approached the mirror, and a pale man with a naked body appeared in the mirror, but the sturdy body, dark eyebrows, and ridiculous eyes were definitely not his own.
"Who, who are you? What do you mean?" Jonah staggered back a few steps, asking in horror.
"I'm you, idiot." The man in the mirror raised his brows and said.
"Why are you me? You..." Jonah suddenly stopped questioning and suddenly realized. "You are the devil who occupies my body!"
"Please, the word devil has been outdated for a long time. I don't mind if you treat me as a badass, but don't worry, I will cherish our body." The man in the mirror grinned and gave a wicked smile. .
Jonah clenched his fists, shaking all over. He leaned down and picked up a piece of gravel, and threw it towards the mirror with all his strength. The stone hit the mirror surface and rippled with water-like ripples, making the smile of the person in the mirror even more distorted and terrifying.
"Calm down." The ball of light said.
Jona lowered his head, put his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.
"What is the first creed of an astrologer?" asked the ball of light.
"Stay curious and always in awe." Jonah squeezed out the first sentence of the seven creeds of astrology that every astrologer and astrologer apprentice must remember from his teeth.
"Then?" Luminous asked.
"Truth perpetuates in the starry sky. If you are ignorant, sad, or confused, just look up." Jonah didn't need to remember, and naturally uttered the motto of Gilberto Gilbernion, an early astrology teacher.
"Very good. What should I do now?" The light ball induced.
"Look up at the night sky." Jonah's eyes became clear, he stood up straight, raised his head, and looked at the sky with all his sight and spirit.
The darkness above my head shattered like glass, turning into stars and water like streams all over the sky, covering the wilderness with an endless starry sky. The dazzling stars all covered the sky, reflecting the earth into silvery white, and the figure on the edge of the darkness silently disappeared into the starlight. Jonah let out a turbid breath, straightened his arm, and let the wind of the red earth plain blow over his fingertips.
"The phantom is not terrible, the terrible thing is the truth, because the truth may not be good for us, but it will make us search for it in a lifetime." The orange ball of light said to Jonah, and then slowly rose, and gradually melted into the brilliant starlight. .
"When you find Anicia, you might as well come to see me, I will always wait for you.-Anyway, what can I do without waiting for you?" Leaving these inexplicable words, the ball of light disappeared completely.
Jona stands alone in the middle of the wasteland, with no direction. He looked into the distance, trying to find the outline of the astrology tower or the red stone fort, but found nothing: Although this is the red clay plain he is familiar with, there is no road or village he is familiar with.
He stood for a while, and decided to go in one direction until dawn. Just a few steps, a gust of wind blew his eyes, Feisha lost his eyes, and Jonah closed his eyes and rubbed them with his fingers, feeling that his eyelids were horribly heavy, as if they were glued together by someone, and put on a half pound of plumb. . He worked hard and tried again and again with all his strength, and finally opened his eyes with difficulty.
Silby's green eyes filled with tears in the narrow and blurred vision.
"He's awake! He's awake! He's awake!" Sibi jumped up from the bed, yelling and rushed out, and then ran into Toba who broke into the door.
The head of the room bowed his head and got into the small stone house a51, holding the broken wooden door with his left hand, and peeling Sibi from his leg with his right hand, his face full of incredulous ecstasy: "My lord is awake? Really? Let me see, let me see!"
Jona half-opened his eyes and saw the brown stone ceiling of the cherry crossing stone house. It took him half a minute to figure out his situation. He was lying on the bed with a straw pillow and a thin quilt.
He is in room a51 of Yingtaodu.
The big face with a distorted expression approaching him belongs to the leader of the Pitchfork Team, a strong man from the Bazelal Mountains, his friend Toba.
The cheering green shadow running around to vent his emotions is the elf archer, his uninvited sister who is always against him, his friend Sibi.
The slender Oriental woman who was walking in from outside the door, her expression calm, but the trembling of the silver bells in her hair exposed her nervousness, was Long Ji, his friend Long Ji.
Standing outside the house, guarding him like a stone statue in armor, the noble unicorn knight, a member of the exiled ancient knight family, the loyal rose knight, and his friend Elliott.
The extremely long sword with a vaguely murderous look that stands in the corner of the house, wrapped in a blood-red leather sheath, is the famous sword "Buddha Tooth" of the ancient southern country. The owner of the Buddha Tooth is the sword-wielding Garan who destroyed the Buddha country. , A trustworthy magic warrior with encephalopathy, his friend Yekong.
He moved his lips, trying to say something, but found that his throat was dry like rough limestone, and his vocal cords could not say a complete word except for the nasty rubbing sound.
What's wrong with me? Jonah tried to lift his right hand. After several attempts, only the index finger of his right hand was slightly bent. With a pair of big hands, Mr. Jonah wrapped Jonah's palm in it, keenly feeling the pulsation, and shouted in surprise: "My astrologer really woke up! His fingers moved! What, who has water, take it? Come on!"
"The kettle, the water cup, the water sac, where is it..." Sibi ran wildly around the house, opening each sheet to find the source of water.
"I'm coming." Long Ji walked to the window, knelt down gently, took out her black animal skin water bag, unscrewed the cork, gently held up Jona’s head, and drew the water bag close to him to dry it. Lips.
Clear water touched the chapped lower lip and was absorbed. Jonah felt the vitality flow into his body with the cold spring. He opened his mouth and sipped greedily. Every time he swallowed his throat, he swallowed his body. The strength of the body increased by one point. After drinking the whole bag of water in one breath, Jonayi licked his lips incessantly, sat up, coughed twice, looked around the crowd, and said two words with difficulty: "Thank you."
"Wow!" Sibi plunged into his arms and burst into tears. Jonah looked at the little grasshopper wrapped in the green hunting suit and shrugged his shoulders, and looked at Long Ji for help.
The oriental woman sighed, put away the water bag and said, "You scared us to death. Do you know how long you have been in a coma?"
Five hours? Jonah said, but only made a meaningless grunt.