Astrologer
The king immediately thought of the young astrologer he had met when he went to the Moon River Fortress. It was not the first time that the king had dealt with astrologers. General John's initial defeat was related to the participation of astrologers, and astrologers were also involved in the assassination of the king himself before the outbreak of the Black Death.
Gerak began to speak to the king.
He met some astrologers while still in the "Art Capital" not far from the Holy See.
The Holy See ostensibly "protected" astrologers, allowing them to live in cities around the Holy City, giving them limited freedom. Gluck's rejection of the Holy See was partly out of sympathy for the semi-imprisonment of his friends.
At the beginning, Gluck was just an ordinary painter who had neither force nor power. After he violated the Holy Court, he was able to escape successfully thanks to the help of these astrologer friends. They sent him a warning in advance, and later helped him divination a safe escape route.
Before receiving the letter from them, Gluck thought that his poor friends had probably died in the black house of the Holy Court years ago.
Gluck clearly wanted to help the astrologers who saved him.
However, with only his thin words, it is difficult to make a reliable guarantee for a group of astrologers from the Holy Court. The astrologers also took this into account, so they really just wanted to ask Gluck to deliver a letter to the king for themselves and say a few good words.
The king and Charles exchanged glances.
After delivering the letter uneasily, Gluck withdrew.
The next thing is not his right to speak.
The letters of the astrologers reflect their solemnity. The envelopes are extraordinarily delicate, with dark patterns of star trails, and they are neatly stamped with the seal of the "Association of Prediction and Destiny". Grac was just a painter and couldn't read the meaning, but the letter fell into the eyes of King and Charles, and already had additional information:
Among the astrologers who escaped from the Holy Court--assuming they did--were unusual.
"His Majesty?"
Charles spoke in a questioning tone.
"The Association of Prediction and Fate..." The king picked up the letter, looked at the seal on it, and frowned slightly.
"That's the second organization of astrologers."
A voice came, and Queen Illinois pushed open the secret door of the study and walked in. On the bright side, the Queen Mother of Illinois died more than ten years ago, and it is not suitable to appear directly in front of people, so the king specially set up hidden secret doors in some places for his mother.
She seemed no stranger to the role of an astrologer.
Meeting the king's inquiring gaze, Illinois laughed in a low voice. She took off a cat's eye gemstone ring she was wearing, and turned it over to show the king the rune on the back of the gemstone of the ring.
—Similar to the "Association of Predictions and Fate" badge.
"You were one of them?"
The king asked, not surprised that his mother was also an astrologer.
The letter left by the Duke of Buckingham explained that the Queen Mother of Illinois fell into madness because she used a secret method to see how William III's gamble would end. At that time, the king guessed that his mother was probably also an astrologer.
"Yes, boy," replied Eleanor. "I was one of them."
"Once?" The king captured the key information.
"A not-so-interesting story," the Queen Mother said lightly, "but, at least until I left, there were still some of them who could be trusted. But... I suspect that some of them later turned their backs on it. own oath."
Speaking of which, Queen Illinois' green eyes seemed to condense a terrible storm.
"Perhaps you would like to introduce us to the Association of Prediction and Destiny?" The king gently diverted his mother's attention.
Illinois sat down, turned the ring in her hand, and said slowly: "Not all astrologers are willing to obey the enslavement of the Holy Court. Therefore, except for the Association of Astrologers supervised by the Holy Court, there are unwilling astrologers. We formed a second alliance. In the name of 'Prediction' and 'Fate'. The thrust was-"
"Waiting for the turning point."
…
It is on the sea at a distance from the port of Cossoaia.
A ship with a star trail was blown by the tide and the hull was slightly undulating. On the boat, a young man leaned on the railing and looked at the sea in the distance. He looked extremely tired. For two weeks in a row, they saw nothing but the sea. At this time, it was finally not far from the land.
But as the ship approached Legrand, the young astrologer became increasingly nervous.
He once met the King of Legrand outside the Moon River Fortress. That side left a deep impression on him. Before that, when he was divination, he once saw a scorching sun rise from the abyss and illuminate the earth in an irresistible posture. At that time, he didn't know whether the scorching sun belonged to Blasey or Legrand, and he reminded General Carl specially for this.
At that time, General Carl decided that the scorching sun must belong to Blasey.
Of course he also hoped that the scorching sun belonged to Blasey.
However, as the situation changed, General Carl, who firmly believed that Bo Laixin would conquer the land, followed the deposed Ferry III and retreated to the icy world in the extreme north. Under the leadership of the new king Charles, the huge kingdom of Blaisey has presented its crown to the Holy Court.
The scorching sun in the prophecy did not favor Blaise.
A cough came from behind.
"Ali." An old voice sounded.
The young astrologer hurriedly turned around: "Mr. President, why did you come out?"
The president of the Prediction and Destiny Association, Mr. Meade has a wrinkled face, hunched back, leaning on a birch cane, and looks as if he is nearly a hundred years old. But in fact, he was less than sixty years old. Every time he sees the old and staggering appearance of the president, Ali can't help but feel sour in his heart.
In name, they are the guests of the Holy Court's protection, but in fact, in the Holy Court, their situation is not much better than that of serfs.
"I'll come out and have a look." The president sighed. He leaned on the railing and looked in the direction of Kossoya City. Legrand's royal navy was so heavily patrolled that they didn't even dare to get too close to the coast.
"Mr. President..." Allie hesitated, "King Legrand, will you really accept us?"
Ari is a student of the president and knows some details that the rest of the ship doesn't. Before leaving for Legrand, the president announced to others that he saw the hope of the astrologers in Legrand, so everyone worked together, escaped from the Holy Court at a considerable cost, and came all the way. .
But in fact, the results obtained by the president's divination are very vague.
It only vaguely points out that the fate of astrologers is in Legrand, but this fate may be a good turning point, or it may mean that they will eventually die in Legrand. Both are possible.
However, a hope is needed to allow everyone to survive the difficulties and dangers along the way.
But to be honest, he was very worried about it.
After hearing that Legrand stopped the spread of the Black Death with the "touch of the monarch", as an astrologer who also belongs to the mysterious realm, Yali immediately understood that the young king must have been helped by some non-human power. This means that the monarch may also know what the astrologers did in the war.
The king did not seem like a tolerant and benevolent monarch.
They defected this time, possibly sending themselves to death.
"do not know."
The chairman shook his head.
"However, this is where the turning day points to." When Yali lost again, the president said, "The king of the world will be born here."
"The Prophecy of the King of the World, the Holy Court has been studying it for so many years." Yali hesitated for a while, but still raised a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, "They believe that the King of the World refers to the supreme Holy Lord, and He will come in person. To the ground. Mr. President, the astrologer's rule is to observe the changes in history, and obey the fate to obtain blessings. I am a little worried, whether the interpretation of the Holy Court is really correct. "
This doubt has been in his heart for a long time, and it has always made him feel terrified.
If the "King of the World" in the prophecy is really the god of the Holy Court, then everything they do is equivalent to embarking on a dead end.
"Where does your confidence come from?"
"Legrand is the place where dragons are buried. 'The red dragon, with seven heads and ten horns, with seven crowns on its heads, its tail dragging a third of the stars in the sky, fell to the ground'[1] This is If the revelation remains, the red dragon of the legendary era inhabited Legrand, and finally buried his bones here. And the seven crowns of the red dragon finally fell into the hands of the founder of Legrand, the Rose family." Long gave an amazing answer.
"If the prophesied 'King of the World' will eventually appear, I don't think it will be the Holy See, but Legrand."
"The crown, the burial of the dragon, the authority, the king of the world..."
The president's eyes flashed with sharpness.
"Fate is on our side!"
Sharp birdsong.
Under the gray sky, a goshawk hovered with outstretched wings. It suddenly retracted its wings and swooped down like an arrow. Ali stretched out his hand, and the goshawk stopped steadily on his arm, stretching out the leg that was tied to the secret letter.
The president unpacks the letter.
As soon as it was unfolded, the president's face showed a shocked expression.
"What's wrong?" Allie asked immediately, "Did King Legrand reject us?"
"Do not."
The chairman replied slowly.
He fixedly looked at a pattern at the end of the letter, and Yali took a closer look and recognized that pattern at a glance as the symbol of their "Forecast and Destiny Association". And under the pattern, there is a name:
Illinois.
…
Rose Palace.
Before waiting for the secret arrival of the astrologers, the king's bedroom was suddenly overrun by a black mist. He looked up unsurprisingly.
"Good day, my dear majesty."
The devil saluted the king with a smile on his face, and he disappeared for a while after the death of Saint Var in hell. The king guessed that the devil had his own purpose in that hunt.
In a way, they work well together—the kind that go into trouble.
"What are you here for?"
The king closed the book and asked.
"Can't I just care about His Majesty?" the devil complained, "Is my image in your eyes too biased?"
The king looked at him without saying a word.
"Okay okay, a little thing."
The devil immediately changed his mouth and stopped joking.