Chapter 520: The Star of Destruction
"Ancestor?" Roland blurted out subconsciously, "What the hell?" Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, he coughed twice and said, "No, I mean...... Who knows if what you're saying is true. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½β
Then he felt a slight pinch on his left shoulder.
"Your Majesty, this is true, I have proof of it," the chief bowed his head, "but I can only show it to you alone." β
Hearing this, the rest of the astrologers got up and left the room, Roland thought for a while, and nodded to the witch and the guard, "You guys should go out first." β
Of course, Nightingale will still stay by his side as a last line of defense just in case.
The Diffuse Star Master walked into a small room next to the hall, and after a long time returned to the long table with an iron box in his hand, and respectfully placed it in front of Roland.
"What is this?"
"The instructions left by your ancestors, he had expected such things to happen. β
Roland was surprised: "You mean...... Turn off the astrological platform?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, this is not the first time this has happened," the maester said with a wry smile, "Although we are called the sage of alchemy, we are not actually the same - alchemy products bring a good income to the kingdom, and we need to invest a large amount of gold dragon every year to buy high-quality crystals and hire craftsmen, and the output is very small. In order to prevent future generations of heirs from dissolving the Astrology Society in order to save this cost, your ancestors inscribed their will and asked that no one should disobey it. β
Roland opened the box, and what caught his eye was a stack of gold pieces, it seems that in order to save this order, the Wimbledon family really spared no effort to choose gold with extremely stable properties as the base material of the book.
He poured all the pieces of gold on the table, and roughly counted them, eight pieces in all, each about three millimeters thick, the size of two palms, and weighed heavily in his hand.
The first of these is written with the words of the chief astrologer: no one should interfere with the astrological platform and gaze at the starry sky, where the mystery of the fate of the world is revealed.
The second half of the sentence caught Roland's attention.
In fact, the association itself was strange - if astrology had worked, Wimbledon III should not have been replaced by the Church without warning, but had the High Priest hanged early. And even the Scattered Masters themselves mentioned that the astrological tables produced very little...... In other words, he did not regard divination as a product, and his helpless expression was completely similar to the look of a god stick when he first met him.
In short, the patriarchs spent a great deal of money and manpower to establish such an organization, and at the same time did not hesitate to engrave their will on a gold tablet for fear that future generations would shut it down because of its lack of prophetic power. Roland didn't believe that the other party was an astronomer who was keen on astrology, or that he had set his sights on the planet during the reclamation stage. Obviously, astrologers have a task that has nothing to do with divination, and nine times out of ten it is related to the second half of the sentence.
It's just that he rummaged through the gold tablets behind him, and he didn't find any relevant descriptions, but recorded some of the history of astrological societies and the basic methods of observing the stars, and the last one was even engraved with the principle of magnification of crystal lenses. The ancestors of the Wimbledon family seem to have been the chief astrologers of the area, and a higher position is mentioned. However, Roland reviewed the family history a little and found that there was no such thing in it.
He picked up the first slip of the book again and pointed to the last half of the sentence, "What does this mean?"
"I ...... I don't know," the bachelor shook his head.
Before he could finish speaking, Roland felt a pinch on his right shoulder.
He couldn't help but chuckle, "Listen, rules are dead, and people are alive, and this instruction left by the ancestors was probably correct when he was alive, but times have changed, and I don't feel like I'm bound by a rule that has been around for hundreds of years." Now I'm the king of Greycastle, and I can do whatever I want, do you understand?"
The Diffuse Star Scholar's eyes widened, "What? no, you-"
"Even you know that you are wasting money in vain, and you don't know anything about the mysteries of the fate of the world, and you didn't even warn you when your father was murdered by the Church, why should I keep you here staring at the sky stupidly? β
Thanks to the bad impression that the fourth prince originally left in the royal capital of going his own way and acting recklessly, these words suddenly made the face of the Diffuse Star Scholar look ugly.
After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You'll probably regret knowing this." β
"How do I know if you don't tell me?" Roland smiled, I have to say that sometimes it is quite effective to intimidate others by pretending to be the fourth prince, and he is not good at letting the iron axe force this group of elderly people, so he has to use this method to find the answer.
"We have a mission that has lasted for hundreds of years, beginning when the original Lord Wimbledon arrived in this area. "It's not that this news can't be told to the royal family, but it can only be revealed to the heir who becomes king, and only after he reaches the age of thirty." β
"Why?"
"Because your ancestors thought that letting the heirs know the news too soon could lead them into panic and confusion, which could lead to the decline of the kingdom," he hesitated for a moment, "We are looking for the Star of Destruction." β
Roland was stunned, "What's that?"
"A scarlet star, or a red moon, when it descends, the world will be plunged into a catastrophe from which it will never recover. β
The prince felt his heart skip a beat, and both the ancient books in the ruins and the Egtha who belonged to the Federation mentioned the wordβthe Red Moon had descended, why would a secular organization pay attention to this? Could it be that the Astrology Society and the Federation were inextricably linked?"
"All I know is from word of mouth from the previous Chief," said the diffuse star, "it is rumored that there is a red star floating in the starry sky, and when it appears like a crescent moon in the night, the world will be destroyed. Our duty is to find it before it becomes the moon, and if we can find its trajectory, we can predict the end of the world in advance, which is also the original intention of astrology. β
"Become...... The moon?"
"You don't know the stars, and it's normal that you don't understand them," the bachelor explained, "and the stars are always in motion, such as the sun and the moon, and they appear to us at a fixed time, and when they alternate, it doesn't mean that they disappear, but only temporarily move to a place that we can't see. We call this path of movement a trajectory - in fact, most stars have a trajectory of their own. (To be continued.) )