City in the Sky, Tower of the Prophet.
Even within the Silver Alliance, the Prophet's Tower is an extremely mysterious and taboo place.
It is almost unknown to outsiders, and the only person who can enter and exit it is a special professional who wears a silver robe and holds a thick book in his arms—Archive Scholars.
The Prophet's Tower is an important place for file scholars to observe the general trend of the world and record the secrets of the world.
At this moment, on a small extended stone platform on the seventh floor of the Prophet's Tower, a strange old man wearing a plain white robe, with an old and frail face, and a pair of tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose is looking from a distance, silently examining the warm sunshine The illuminated city of the sky.
After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and returned to the inside of the tower.
This is a magical secret room full of strong knowledge. There is not much furniture in the room, but piles of all kinds of strange books. All the books are stacked together against the wall, leading to the roof which is more than ten meters high. They are interspersed with each other, crooked, all relying on the weight of the books above to keep them from collapsing.
Standing indoors and looking around, except for books, there are almost no other items besides books. In the middle of the room was a small desk more than half a meter high, on which were placed countless volumes, books, notes, and the like that were spread out, half-covered, or stacked together.
And piles of books were scattered on the road from where the old man stood to the small desk. Anyone who wants to walk here must be careful, otherwise a careless one will cause a terrible 'landslide'.
With the weak constitution of the old man, it is obviously impossible to bear such a disaster.
Moreover, among these books and volumes, there are many magic books with witchcraft fluorescence on the surface. Once the protective witch array on them is triggered, it will definitely cause a terrible catastrophe here.
However, at this moment, a young boy with a handsome face was sitting cross-legged in front of the desk, holding a strange quill in his hand, writing something on a sheepskin scroll.
Seeing the old man come back to relax, the little guy raised his head, his big shiny eyes were shining with curiosity.
"Teacher, did you see something again?"
It's no wonder the little guy asked this question. According to the old man's past, it was his regular habit to go to the rooftop in the afternoon to look around the Sky City. This time is generally no less than half an hour, and it is also his only 'leisure activity'.
For the rest of the time, he dwelt in the sea of books, writing and scratching, recording major events that happened around the world.
Yes, this is a singular ability of archivists.
They are the witnesses of history, they are the recorders of history, and their naked eyes can see the mysterious events happening somewhere in the plane from thousands of miles away. These events are big or small, but without exception, they can deeply affect the future development direction of the entire world...
Archivist does not need too advanced witchcraft ability, but only needs a pious and convincing belief in fate. If the world of wizards is the world of wizards, then this group of people is the magicians in wizards, but what they believe in is not a certain strong man, but the hidden behind the scenes, like a super complex but extremely precise control system. Everything is a huge machine-like river of fate.
They are servants of the power of fate, devout disciples of the power of fate.
They never interfered with the running of fate, but as humble servants, with their own eyes and pens, they watched and recorded all the big and small things that affected the development of the entire wizarding world.
The place where they appear often indicates that a major event that will profoundly change the future direction of the world will take place 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 in the secret room of the Prophet Tower.
These documents, these secret volumes, except for the file scholars, not even the chairman and deputy chairman of the Silver Alliance have the right to read them.
The entire Prophet Tower is like a strange organization isolated from the outside world. It does not rely on anyone, does not hurt anyone, and silently examines and supervises 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 spire of the Prophet's Tower.
As long as any archivist is in the Tower of the Prophet, he will be amplified by the All-Seeing Eye. Except for a few areas in the entire wizarding world that are affected by strange forces, the rest of the wizarding world is like a picture scroll in their eyes, which can be unfolded at any time, and they can cast their eyes on it at any time.
In the eyes of archivists, the world has no secrets!
However, at this moment, this old man with a plain appearance but who firmly controlled the entire tower of the Prophet and nearly a hundred archivists in it seemed quite excited, and started waving his arms unceasingly as soon as he entered the room.
"Fate is flowing... Fate is flowing... The river of fate has once again sent me a warning. A change and turmoil that will profoundly change the future of the wizarding world is happening in the middle of the continent... Hurry up... Hurry up... Notify Indal immediately, I request his The Eagle Group must all be dispatched, and record everything that happened there... "
It was the first time for the young file apprentice to see his teacher so excited that he reached a level of nervousness. He hurriedly brushed away the scroll that was being copied in front of him, and found a strange crystal from the depths of a pile of books beside him, put it on the desk and began to caress slowly and whisper.
A moment later, light and shadow flickered in the midair of the study room, and a phantom half-body figure of a middle-aged man with a calm and resolute face emerged. On the robe on his chest is a badge engraved with a volume and a quill, and there is a magic pattern of a strange eyeball in the middle of his forehead.
That is the sign of the all-seeing eye!
"My lord, what happened to you calling me so eagerly?" The visitor bowed to the old man with a look of bewilderment.
"Indal, send all the members of your eagle team to the middle of the mainland immediately! There, in a place called Iron Forest City, a major incident is happening. I ask you to come and observe closely, and report everything that happened there. Give me a complete record."
"All members of the Eagle Group?" The middle-aged man raised his head in surprise, but immediately nodded and said: "Understood, my lord, I will give the order! I will rush there in person, preside over and arrange everything, and will never let You are disappointed..."
"You just need to understand! Remember, the main line of fate is always covered by various strange events. Your task is to find out the real main line of fate, carefully observe and record how fate passes through one by one. People, one thing after another will affect the future development. In particular, you have to find out the 'individual' who promotes the main line of fate, he is the core we should observe and understand the most!"
"yes!"
Following the bow of that Indal, the bust image gradually disappeared.
Half a quarter of an hour later, weird guys with strange shapes, wearing silver robes, holding sheepskin scrolls and quills suddenly walked out of the secret rooms in various parts of the Prophet's Tower. When they came to the stone window of the high tower, they transformed into giant eagles with tall and handsome horses, and rushed into the sky with screams and screams.
Eleven giant eagles circled three times over the Prophet's tower, turned their wings under the leadership of the leader, and flew towards the middle of the mainland without hesitation.
The young file apprentice who was crouching on the railing of the platform couldn't help but withdraw his envious eyes, and looked at his teacher.
"Teacher, I..."
"Don't even think about it! You're still young, you haven't experienced the experience of the world, and you don't know the dangers of the outside world. You will suffer a lot if you travel like this."
"If I go with Uncle Indal, it will be fine, right?"
"Hmph, they have a task ahead of them, so it's impossible for them 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 felt dizzy.
"Teacher, the entire central part of the continent is filled with 300 secret chambers just from the historical archives. I... I... only saw the year 31428 of the Wizarding Calendar..."
"That means you only know the history of the central part of the mainland for more than 1,500 years, and there are still more than 30,000 years waiting for you to read! Before you read the entire general history of the mainland and become a real archivist, I don't know. Will let you go on a tour... "
After hearing the old man's answer, the muscles on the face of the young file apprentice couldn't help twitching violently. It took him two full years to study the ancient scrolls day and night, and only then did he grasp the development and changes in the central part of the mainland over the past thousand years.
But if you want to extend the historical process you have mastered to 30,000 years ago, and also include the development history of the three major wizarding organizations, the terrifying amount of reading is just desperate to think about.
"Thonke, this is the basic skill of archivists. If you don't wear away the restlessness and laziness in human nature in the vast sea of books, you won't be able to hold the quill firmly. Every one who walks out of the tower of the prophet represents the all-seeing eye Scholars are all reliable partners. And you... are still far away!"
"Then... Teacher, if there are apprentices who can't bear this complicated and boring life and want to give up halfway, what will happen to them?" Thornke's eyes could not 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 an archivist, then at the moment you give up, everything you remember in your mind will disappear."
Speaking of this, the old man looked at the distance outside the window with a witch's stick, and said 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, settled his mind, bowed to the old man, and returned to the wooden table to devote himself to reading and recording.
On the spire of the high tower, a strange eyeball shining with golden luster is tirelessly staring into the distance.
At the place where its golden gaze casts its gaze, the fog of fate dissipates, and a series of grotesque scenes appear, faintly revealing the various forms of the world shrouded by the rules of fate...