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The City of the Sky, the Prophet Tower.

Even within the Silver League, the Prophet Tower is an unusual mystery and taboo.

It is hardly known to outsiders, and there is only one special type of professional who wears silver robes and holds a thick book in his arms.

The Prophet's Tower is an important place for the scholars to observe the world's general trend and record the hidden world.

At this moment, on an extended small stone platform on the seventh floor of the Prophet's Tower, a strange old man wearing a plain white robe with a weak face and a pair of glasses on his nose is looking into the distance and silently examining the sunshine. The city of the sky shining.

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

This is a magical secret room full of strong knowledge. There are not many furniture in the room, but a pile of strange books. All the books piled up against the wall and went straight to the roof of a dozen meters. They are staggered and slanted, and they are not tilted down by the weight of the books above.

Standing around the room, except books are books, almost no items other than books. In the middle of the room, there is a small desk with a height of more than half a meter. There are also numerous books, books, notes and the like that are numerous or spread out, or half-masked, or stacked together.

There are piles of books scattered on the road leading from the old man to the small desk. Anyone who wants to walk here, I am afraid to be careful, otherwise a carelessness will lead to a terrible 'collapse'.

With the weak constitution of the old man, it is obviously impossible to bear such a disaster.

And there are also some magic books with flashing witchcraft on these books, and once they trigger the protective witchcraft, they will definitely create a terrible catastrophe here.

However, at this moment, a young, handsome, younger man is sitting cross-legged at the desk with a strange feather pen in his hand and brushing something on a sheepskin scroll.

Seeing the old man coming back, the little guy raised his head and sparkled curious light in the big twin eyes.

"Teacher, are you seeing something again?"

It is no wonder that the little guy asked this question. According to the past of the old man, it is his fixed habit to look at the scene around the sky city in the afternoon. This time is generally not less than half an hour, and it is also his only ‘leisure activity’.

For the rest of the day, he was living in the ocean of the book, writing and writing, recording major events happening around the world.

Yes, this is a singular ability of the dossier.

They are witnesses to history. They are historical recorders. Their naked eyes can see the mysterious events happening somewhere in the plane. These events are big or small, but without exception, they can deeply influence the future development direction of the whole world...

The dossier does not need to be too advanced in witchcraft, but only needs a faithful and convincing belief in fate. If the world of wizards is the world of wizards, then these groups of people are the magicians in the wizards, but they do not believe in a strong person, but the hidden behind the scenes, like a super complex but extremely incomprehensible manipulation. Everything is a huge machine-like fate.

They are the servants of the power of destiny, the devotees of the power of destiny.

They never interfere in the operation of fate, but as a humble servant, with their own eyes, with their own pens, watching and recording all the big things that affect the development of the entire wizarding world.

The places where they appear often indicate that there will be a major event that will profoundly change the future direction of the world.

They will use their paper and pen to record the next moments of a genius wizard from birth to maturity to the glory of the historical moment, and then archive them in detail into the secret room of the Prophet Tower.

These documents, these secret volumes, in addition to the dossier scholars, even the silver and silver coalition deputy speaker has no right to read.

The whole tower of the Prophet is like a strange organization isolated from the outside world. It does not rely on anyone, does not harm anyone, and silently examines and supervises all important events happening in the plane at a height that ordinary people cannot understand.

And giving them this power is the omniscient eye placed on the tip of the Prophet's tower.

Any dossier scholar who is in the Prophet Tower will be subject to an increase in the eyes of omniscience. The entire world of wizards, besides a few areas that are affected by strange forces, other places are like a scroll in their eyes, they can be unfolded at any time, and they can always bet on their sights.

In the eyes of the file scholars, there is no secret in the world!

However, at this moment, the appearance of the appearance of the prophet tower and the nearly 100 young scholars of the old scholars are quite excited, and they began to wave their arms as soon as they entered the room.

"Destiny is circulating... Destiny is flowing... The fate of the river once again sent me a warning, a change and turmoil that will profoundly change the future of the wizarding world is appearing in the middle of the mainland... fast... fast... immediately inform Indal I asked his eagle group to be all out, and record everything that happened there..."

For the first time, the young file apprentices saw their teachers so excited that they reached a level of neuroticism. He hurriedly opened the scroll that was being transcribed, and found a strange crystal from the depths of a pile of books around him. He began to slowly try to sneak and whisper.

After a while, the light and shadow in the mid-air of the book swayed, and a half-body phantom of a middle-aged man with a calm and determined face emerged. On his robes, he wore a badge with a volume and a quill, and his forehead was also painted with a magical pattern of strange eyes.

That is the sign of the eyes of omniscience!

"Tower Lord, you are so anxious to summon me, what happened?" The presenter bowed to the old man, and he was still confused.

"Indal, send all members of your eagle group and immediately rush to the central part of the mainland! There, there is a major incident in a place called Tielin. I ask you to come close to observation and take everything that happened there. Give me a complete record."

"All the members of the Eagle group?" The middle-aged man raised his head in surprise, but immediately he nodded: "Understood, adults, I ordered it! I will go there personally, preside over everything, never let You are disappointed..."

"You understand it! Remember, the main line of destiny is always concealed in all kinds of singular events. Your task is to find out the true fate of the main line, carefully observe and record how fate is through each one. People, one thing to influence the future development. In particular, you need to find the 'individual' that drives the main line of fate, he is the core we should observe and understand!"

"Yes!"

As the Indal's body was supposed to be, the bust image disappeared.

After a quarter of an hour, the secret room in the various towers of the Prophet suddenly came out with a strange character, wearing a silver robe, holding a sheepskin scroll and a quill. They came to the stone window of the tower, and they turned into a giant eagle with a tall head and a screaming rushing into the sky.

The eleven giant eagle coiled three times over the tower of the Prophet. Under the leadership of the leader, the two wings turned and did not hesitate to fly in the direction of the central part of the mainland.

The young file apprentices who crouched on the platform railings could not help but retract their envious eyes and turned to their teachers.

"Teacher, I..."

"You don't want to think about it! You are still young, haven't experienced the experience of the world, don't know the sinisterness of the outsiders. This way you will have a big loss when you go out to travel."

"If I walk with Uncle Indal, is there no problem?"

"Hey, they have a mission, they can't separate their minds to take care of you. Besides, how much have you read the archives in the central part of the continent?"

As soon as the old man mentioned this, the young file apprentice immediately became a little bigger.

"Teacher, the central part of the whole continent is filled with 300 secret rooms in the archives of history. I... I saw the Wizarding Year 31428..."

"That means that you have learned about the history of the mainland for more than 1,500 years, and there are still more than 30,000 years waiting for you to read it! Before you read the entire history of the mainland and become a true scholar, I am not Will let you go out to travel..."

After listening to the old man’s answer, the muscles on the young file of the apprentice’s face could not help but violently twitch. However, he spent a whole two years studying the ancient scrolls day and night, which has mastered the development and changes of the mainland in the past millennium.

It is necessary to extend the historical process of mastering to 30,000 years ago, and also include the development of the three major wizarding organizations. The horrible reading is to be desperate.

"Thornke, this is the basic skill of the scholars. Not in the vast book of books, the anxiety and laziness in human nature are worn away. You are the one who is not stable. Everyone walks out of the Prophet Tower and represents the eyes of omniscience. Scholars are trustworthy partners. And you... are still far away!"

"That... teacher, if an apprentice can't afford this complicated and boring life, want to give up halfway, what will happen to them?" Thornke's eyes could not help but blink.

"Haha...what is the place where the Prophet Tower is, no one can take away the secrets of the world from here. If you can't become a scholar, then at the moment you give up, everything that is remembered in your mind will disappear."

Speaking of this, the old man looked at the distance from the window with a wand and said: "No one can take it away! They are destined to belong here..."

The young Thornke wiped his forehead and sweated coldly, precipitated his mind, glanced at the old man, and returned to the wooden table and devoted himself to reading and recording.

On the top of the tower, a strange eyeball with a golden luster is watching the distance tirelessly.

In the place where its golden sight is bet, the fog of destiny dissipates, and the scenes of the scenes are fascinating, revealing the world in the rules of fate...