Law of the Devil

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Chapter 599 [Night in the Star Gallery]

A group of people flew out of the city heading northwest.

It was only in the middle of the night that we arrived at the tulip courtyard on Broken Back Mountain.

Dewey met Chris in another courtyard, and this guy, who recently became the head of a vulture breeder here, seemed addicted, but made Dewey mumble in his heart.

This time I came to see Chris, and Dewey didn't give a shit, and I said straight away: “I'm going to go to the front to fight the criminals. ”

“Well, I know.” Chris held a little vulture, which is now the body of a possessed golden dragon. Although it has become a human form, there is suddenly a dragon power. Although the vulture is fierce in nature, it is held by Chris under the pressure of this dragon power, but is not afraid to struggle at all and looks fearful.

The old man held the vulture, and the lazy look was similar to the lazy men holding the cat dog in the sun. Dewey looked a little dissatisfied and frowned: “I'm bringing a team of vulture knights to the front line. ”

“Oh, take it.” Chris, that's just a little serious: “Now that you've completed your empty ride training, you can have a hundred rides. ”

But after that, the light in the old man's eyes dimmed and he continued to “nap” the pet in his arms.

“Chris.” Dewey sighed: “I ran to get you out of your cage, not to keep you here for old age! I need your help! I need power! I'm on the front line, I'm not afraid of sins... but what if I meet those gods? You said," God can't give it to me. Demons can. "But you've been here since you came out with me..."

Speaking of which, looking at Chris indifferently, Dewey was a little annoyed: "You promised me strength! And the treasure of the demon god... I need those things! ”

“I'll give you that.” Chris lifted his eyelids: “Not now. ”

“It's been months.” Dewey dissatisfied: “How does that count? ”

Chris laughed, the old man's body now belongs to Prince Long San, turned into a human figure, handsome though, but in Chris' eyes, it's always evil: “Are you in a hurry, Dewey? ”

“Bullshit, I'm on my way to work hard with the criminals.” Dewey shook her head: “I don't believe in goddesses, since she doesn't show up, I always do something... after all, I'm human too. ”

“I'm a fugitive.” Chris sighed: “I can't get you on the front line. I guess the goddess doesn't know I escaped yet, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to sit here so safely and would have been caught by her. So I can't show up to help you fight openly, that's one. ”

Chris shrugged for a moment: “Second of all... left by His Majesty the Demon... that place is not something you can go to if you want. I know how to get there, but what I can tell you is that there are some doorways in that place that will only open under special circumstances and conditions! Hmm, if it's not so complicated, how can you survive 10,000 years of Goddess! ”

“Special time, special conditions? ”

Chris smiled slightly and raised his head to the top of his finger. The tone was unseen: “When the sun was set in darkness. ”

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Dewey left the courtyard and, on the way, remembered Chris' words.

When the sun is gone by darkness?

Don't tell me at night

No, the old man's talking about special occasions. It happens every night. It's not special.

So...

Dewey's eyes shine: "Eclipse! ”

Then he suddenly cooled down!

Holy shit! Eclipse!!

God knows when the world's solar diet will only show up once! What if it only shows up once in decades! Don't I... have to wait?!!

Thinking about it, Dewey rode on a horse and couldn't help but shake it and save Chris, an old man, if he had to wait for decades... then the yellow cauliflower is cold!

His old Chris is a dead creature, with nearly unlimited life, and his soul can be transferred over and over again. Don't say decades, even centuries it can wait!

But... I can't wait.

Dewey couldn't help but lift the whip and smoke it, urging the horse under his crotch to fly faster and return to Diduli.

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That evening, Dewey didn't even dare to delay for a moment, and immediately took people with him and ran to knock on the gates of the Imperial "Star Gallery” in the middle of the night.

Roland Empire's Star Gallery is a national astronomical institution. Of course, in the Roland Empire, these starhouses are not really astronomical observatories, much less NASA in the United States.

This place, more in the sense of an astrologer's department.

People in this world believe in astrology, and they believe that astrology can see the heavens or the will of the gods from the stars in the sky. Even in the palace, the position of court astrologer has been maintained for many years. Whenever a national event, such as National Day, is celebrated, a court astrologer is used to observe the stars and carry out a divination.

He is the curator of the star gallery and the chief astrologer of the court.

Objectively, although such a place has little to do with true “astronomy”, it is a true institution of clergy with a rich feudal superstition, even more so than the Church. But historically, the Imperial Star Gallery has had some amazing characters.

Among them, Dewey's great-great-great-grandmother, Sameer, was the curator of the Imperial Star Gallery for a brief time in previous years - a position that was honorable.

Being the curator is almost a sign that you are the continent's recognized first astrologer.

The star gallery also feeds astrologers, who are also responsible for all sorts of divinations for the imperial aristocrats, and the existence of astrologers for everyday things such as weddings and marriages.

There is no doubt that the people in here, although they cannot say much about power, are in a prominent position. A number of nobles also have great respect for the people of the star gallery.

But in the middle of the night, Dewey didn't care so much, he sent a team of cavalry to knock on the door, and if someone didn't finally come out and open the door, he was afraid that Dewey's cavalry from the northwest would just smash the door.

Dewey himself, also holds the title of a court astrologer - a title he has almost forgotten himself. There are too many titles on his head anyway: Magician, Duke of the Empire, Admiral of the Empire, former Northwest Military Secretary, member of the Imperial Magic Society, Dean of the Imperial Magic Academy, Dean of the Imperial Military Academy, magician of the court, scholar of the court...

Too many titles for Dewey to remember herself. Today, however, this title of court astrologer has given him a great deal of use.

Because there is a special rule in the star gallery, and it is enshrined in the laws of the Empire: no outsider is allowed to access the information in the astrological gallery!

Because there are a lot of secrets left in the star gallery, which are the result of astrologers divinating every major national event over the years —— of which, naturally, there are good and bad.

Although this so-called divination, in Dewey's view, is mostly a deceptive manoeuvre, after all, people in the world believe in these things, and once national events produce adverse results on the divination, the Empire secretly archives them in order to maintain the stability of the people.

So, the star gallery, it's not just anybody who can go in and look at the data.

Fortunately, Dewey had the title of a court astrologer on his head, and he was not covered by the ban.

Waking up in the middle of the night, watching a bunch of cavalry like wolves rush in, astrologers in the star gallery are mostly weak people, where have you seen this? Two of them fainted on the spot, and Dewey didn't give a shit, directly illuminating his identity, saying he wanted to borrow information from some of the star galleries.

The director of the star gallery rushed out. Faced with this imperial red man, he was the chief astrologer of the court, but he didn't dare to set the shelves. The Duchess was kind of his own companion. He was also an astrologer. The curator still wanted to set it up, but Dewey was too lazy to talk to him and went into the archival warehouse of the gallery. In the middle of the night, he searched for what he needed in a pile of ancient materials covered with dust!

Eclipse!

Then the bright man lit the light, and Dewey sat on the dusty warehouse floor, covering her nose, frowning and reading.

Eclipse... Eclipse...

Dewey went over all night, and by the time the sun was shining, he finally found what he was looking for.

Astrologists in this world, though a purely superstitious divination activity, have, at least, documented some strange astronomical objects. Eclipse and lunar eclipse, naturally included.

When Dewey found a line of words on a piece of broken parchment paper, she immediately caught a half-cut cold in her heart.

“In the summer of the Empire 742, in the afternoon, the sky and sun wheels are invaded by darkness... the heavens and the earth are five lights, the day is like the night...”

Fortunately, Dewey is very knowledgeable about the ancient grammar of Continental Roland, and it is not too difficult to read these ancient records.

But... the latest solar eclipse took place 200 years ago... when is the next time?!

Keep looking... Finally, I found something that took Dewey's breath away.

In the star gallery, there are several records of this strange weather, the earliest whole-food record is more than 800 years away, and Dewey simply calculated that the time of the world's whole-food diet is not very accurate, roughly speaking, it should appear once in over 200 years - and of course, it cannot be ruled out that some records are lost or missed.

So, the last solar eclipse was over 200 years ago, so, next time, it shouldn't be too far away.

If you're lucky, maybe in the near future - if you're unlucky, wait a decade or so, maybe.

This is a mixed result.

With the result, Dewey flipped over carefully, making sure he didn't miss anything, and then he stood up, and the air in this warehouse was really bad, and the air was full of corrupt dust.

While Dewey was in the warehouse reading the information, there was a guard cavalry guarded by his men outside, and no entry was allowed to disturb him. Astrologists woke up in the middle of the night, including the curator, had to wait outside.

Just as Dewey photographed the gray soil on his body, about to leave, he turned around and accidentally saw the innermost corner of this warehouse on an iron shelf with a strange symbol...

Dewey glanced at it purely randomly, but saw the symbol and moved in his heart.

The subconscious walked past, and on the iron shelf, there was a row of dense and numb boxes filled with grey soil, and the boxes were naturally filled with nitrogen-proof sheepskin rolls.

But just around the corner of this shelf, a black box, it looks strange: black and not bright, but with a kind of glow of shadow, at first glance, it's all somewhat indistinguishable whether the box is wood or iron.

Half of the markings on it were covered in dust, and Dewey gently stretched out her hand and rubbed it to reveal what it was.

Dewey's expression was shocking, just because, this mark, he recognized it!

Touch your fingers, seven protruding star-like patterns that subtly form a spoon-like outline.

Big Dipper Seven Star!?

Dewey carefully took this box off and put it in his hand twice, it was a little heavy. At the opening of the box is a pull ring, and Dewey subconsciously reaches down and pulls it.

Two clicks, something seems to be spinning inside.

Is it mechanical?

But then, suddenly, the opening of the box revealed two tiny holes, two bangs, two dark rays of light coming out of the inside, rushing to the front door of this Dewey!

Dewey's eyes flashed, reaching out a finger in front of him and pounding twice, and he looked at it, clamped between his fingers, but two crossbows as long as a cigarette!

The arrow body is black and iron, but I don't know what paint was applied, but there are no signs of any rust. And on the arrow, with a faint blue light, Dewey's heart moved and sniffed it, immediately recognizing it, a highly poisonous magic potion.

His curiosity, he was hooked up!

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