Chapter 15 Chapter VII

It was already dawn.I didn't go to the Historian's Building with the invaders, and I'd rather be somewhere else than face the chaos that was bound to ensue.It was drizzling as I walked along the gray streets beside the Seine.The ancient Seine slaps tirelessly on both sides of the arched monuments of the First Era era, spanning tens of thousands of years-old bridges, which are masterpieces created by human beings in an era when they only care about their own development.Paris is shrouded in early morning.The deep-rooted impulse drove me to look for my instruments again, and I remembered that it was a long, long time ago. The Watch Society has been disbanded, the enemy has come, and old Vollig is now the trustee of the Historian Society. Mies, betrayed himself to the enemy of mankind.

When I arrived at the ancient Christian church with two steeple tops, I was attracted by a wizard's shop.I don't often deal with people in this group.I am wary of braggarts, and there are too many braggarts in our time.In a state of fugue.Wizards claim to be able to see the past, present and future.I know the fugue feeling too, because I used to get into it four times a day, but the watchman takes pride in his craft and looks down on vulgarities that profit from ostentation, like wizards. But at the meeting of historians, I learned that wizards have been a great help to historians, helping them in excavating ancient sites.Still skeptical, I wanted to go and see what was taught, and besides, at this moment, I needed to find a place to escape the storm that was about to hit the Historian's Building.

As I entered the low-slung shop, I was greeted by a short, stomping figure dressed in black. "I am Samiti from the Guild of Wizards," his voice was very thin, "you are welcome, and I will bring you good news. This is my partner, Murta." The sorceress Murta is well-built and wears a lace robe. She has a fat face, deep dark circles under her eyes, and a beard that can be seen faintly on her upper lip.Wizards all work in pairs, one doing business and the other fugue.The vast majority are couples, and this one is.The thought of being surrounded by this mountainous Murta and miniature Samiti makes me uncomfortable, but that's out of my hands.Sammy motioned me to sit down, and I interrupted their breakfast when I saw food of various colors on the table next to me.Murta, who had already started to wander, took heavy strides in the room, gently stroking the furniture in the room from time to time.I have heard that some wizards are awake only two or three hours out of twenty hours a day. This is to fill their stomachs or empty their stomachs.

Sammy babbled on and on about how great they were, and I didn't care to listen to it, it was for the ignorant.Wizards often do business with servants such as squires and jesters.Finally, Samiti sensed that I was getting impatient, and he stopped boasting about the magical powers of the wizard Murta and asked me what I wanted to know. "Wizards should have known," I said. "You just want to hear a general analysis?" "I want to know my fate, and especially hope that the wizard will now focus on what happened in the historian's mansion." Samiti tapped his long fingernails on the table for a long time, then stared at the cow-like Murta. "Have you made contact yet?" he asked.

Her answer was a soft sigh forced from the pile of meat. "What do you see now?" he asked. She started babbling non-stop.The wizards speak a language that is not spoken by ordinary people, and their sharp voices are ugly. It is said to be a language that originated in ancient Egypt.I don't know anything about it, it just feels like a bunch of incoherent fragments with no concrete meaning at all.Samiti listened for a while, nodded in satisfaction, and held out his palm to me. "It's a big deal," he said. After some simple haggling, we agreed on the cost. "Go on,"

I said, "Tell me the truth of the matter." He started cautiously. "There are alien invaders involved, and a few people from the Historians Association." I didn't say anything. "They were arguing violently, and a blind man stood in the middle." I stood up suddenly. Samiti smiled coldly, he won. "The blind man is a fallen nobleman, a man of Earth, defeated by the conquerors? Now his end has come. He hopes to restore the old glory, but knows that it is out of reach. He makes a historian disobedient took his oath. Some intruders went to the building... to get him? No, no, to free him. Go on?"

"Go on!" "You pay enough to hear this." I frowned. This was nothing short of extortion, but it seemed that the wizard had seen the truth.These are all in my expectation, but I can learn more through them.So I added money. After Samiti received the money, he communicated with Murta for a while.Murta explained what happened in detail, a little excited, and even spun around a few times, hitting the moldy couch heavily. Samiti said: "The blind man acted as a third party, the angry husband wanted to punish him, and the invaders stopped him. The aliens were looking for some hidden truth, and they will find it with the help of a traitor. The blind man who seeks freedom and power will find peace. The defiled wife who seeks pleasure will suffer."

"What about me?" I said, and there was a dead silence. "You haven't mentioned me yet!" "You will leave Paris at once, exactly as you entered it. But you will not go alone. You will no longer be part of your present group." "Where am I going?" "You know this very well, why waste money letting us tell you?" He stopped talking again. "Tell me what will happen to me when I go to Jerusalem?" I said. "You can't afford that. You'll have to pay dearly for the future. I suggest you call it a day." "I have a few questions about what you just said."

"We are not responsible for answering questions, no matter how much you pay." He grins, and I feel his contempt for me.The wizard Murta was still hiccupping and bumping around in the room, causing her to keep humming in pain.It seemed she saw something new again, and she whimpered, trembled, and giggled under her breath.Samiti spoke to her in their language and she explained again in detail, then he looked at me and said, "Last message, no money from you. Your life will not be in danger, but your soul will not be at peace , repent to the Holy Will as soon as possible and you will be fine. You have to correct your evil ways. Remember who you should be loyal to. Make up for the mistakes you made out of good intentions. I can’t say any more.”

Indeed, Murta woke up with a jolt.When she suddenly broke out of the fugue state, the flesh on her face and body dangled.She opened her eyes, but all I could see were the white kernels, which was horrible.Her thick lips twitched, revealing jagged teeth. With a quick wave of Samiti's little hand, he beckoned me to go out.I hurried out of their shop and plunged into the early morning rain. I rushed back to the Historian's Building out of breath, feeling my chest was tight and aching.I stopped for a while in front of this majestic building to collect myself.Several aircraft skimmed the top of the building and flew over my head.I almost lost the courage to go in, but finally I went into the building and reached the floor where Eligro and Omeen lived.

A group of historians gathered in the hall, buzzing about something restlessly.I pushed forward, and a high-ranking member of the regimental council raised his hand toward me and said, "What are you doing here, apprentice?" "I'm Tomis vouched for by the historian Omeen, and I live near her home." "Tomis!" came a cry. I was grabbed and pushed into a room I was familiar with, and it was a mess. A dozen historians stood around, fingering their shawls sadly.Among them I recognized the stern Judge Kenny Schell, whose gray eyes were now dim with despair.To the left of the door crouched a figure in a pilgrim's robe, covered with a sheet: a Roman prince, dead in a pool of his own blood.Next to it is his glowing visor, spattered with blood.On the opposite side, next to a decorative cabinet with exquisite handicrafts from the Second Era, lay the historian Eligro, who seemed to be asleep, with an expression of anger and shock on his face, and a dagger stuck in his neck.Historian Omeyn stood at the back of the room, surrounded by a group of burly historians.Her hair was disheveled and mad, her scarlet smock torn, her black hair matted, and her smooth skin glistening with sweat. She was in a trance, as if her mind was not here. "What happened?" "Two people were killed," Judge Kenny Shell said, his voice husky.He came toward me: tall, gaunt, with white hair and a twitching eyelid. "When was the last time you saw them, apprentice?" "last night." "What are you doing here?" "Come to visit, nothing else." "Did something happen at that time?" "Yes, there was a quarrel between the historian and the pilgrim," and I'm not hiding anything. "Why the noise?" the judge pressed on. I looked anxiously at Omeen, but she couldn't hear what we were saying, and she couldn't see clearly what was going on here. "For her," I said. The historians snickered, bumped elbows, and some even laughed.I confirmed that scandal.The judge grew more serious. He pointed to the prince's body. "He was your traveling companion," said he. "Did you know his real identity when you arrived in Paris?" I licked my lips. "I doubted it." "he is……" "The fugitive prince of Rome," I said.I dare not be dishonest, I am in a very dangerous situation now. More people nodded, bumping elbows."This man is a wanted fugitive and you should not pretend you don't know who he really is," Judge Kenny Shell said. I have nothing to say. The judge continued: "You have not been in the building for several hours. Tell me what you have been doing since you left Omeen and Eligro." "I called on the custodian to lead Seven," I said. There was a commotion in the house. "What are you going to do?" "Go and tell him," said I, "that the prince has been captured and imprisoned in the house of a historian. Eligro the historian sent me there. After the report, I wandered the streets. A few hours, come back here and find... find..." "It was a mess here," said Judge Kenny Schell. "The custodian came here at dawn. He got to the apartment when Eligro and Omeen must have been alive. Then he got to us. archives, removed...removed...the most secret material...the most secret...removed...material no one would have thought they would find... The most confidential..." The judge stammered, like a precision machine that suddenly rusted, the rhythm slowed down, and the voice was intermittent, as if it was on the verge of system collapse. Several senior historians came to help him, one in He put a pill in his arm, and after a while, he finally recovered. "After the custodian left the building, these two murders happened," He said, "Historian Omeen can't describe the situation to us at that time. Maybe you, an apprentice, know something valuable." "I was not there. The two wizards on the Seine can testify that I was with them when it happened." Some historians laughed when I mentioned wizards.Who cares, I can't take care of so many face-saving matters on this occasion.I know I'm really in danger now. The judge said slowly, "Go back to your room and await further inquiries. Then, within twenty-four hours, you leave the building, you leave Paris.I declare you expelled from the Council of Historians. " Despite Samiti's forewarned, I was dumbfounded. "Fire me? Why?" "We can't trust you anymore. There are too many mysteries about you. You brought the prince here and didn't tell us what you suspected of him; you were there when they quarreled and they died afterward; you visited in the middle of the night Custodian. Disaster befell us this morning. We lost top-secret documents, which may be related to you. We sever all ties with you." The judge waved his hand majestically, "Go to your room and wait Investigate and get out!" I was thrown out of the room with a suddenness, and as the door was shut, I looked back and saw the judge, pale, lying in the arms of his companions, at the same moment Omeen the historian awoke from his torpor with a sudden shriek. Come here and collapse on the ground.