Essho quickly scanned his surroundings, unable to determine where he was in Poimbour. Hallucinations appear without warning, so that memories have no way to continue in their sense of direction, and a huge fault line appears. The only valuable reference is the rampart that rises not far away, meaning that he may be located on one of the edges of the upper and lower districts. Thankfully, despite Estheus's traces, there don't seem to be any pursuers, and it's not known if Gelbold or the unidentified female voice recognized him.

Let's make another confirmation. Essho looked around again, keeping an eye out for suspicious behavior from pedestrians around him or snooping eyes at the place—he found nothing. Esher did not take it lightly, and did not immediately find a way back to the upper city, but took a long and winding detour out of the city, and went straight to the Black Spear Knights' station outside the city, and found Jige, explaining that he needed a place to stay while studying at the Royal Academy. Giger, of course, welcomed this, and even gave up his non-commissioned officer tent. In return, Eshua participated in the training of the Angel of Death squad and trained them fiercely.

At night, Eshu lay on the cold plank, his arms resting on his head, his eyes closed, and tried to force his way back to the temple of stone pillars. But when the Order's wake-up call woke Esher from his deep sleep, he knew it was in vain. Perhaps he was not politely invited, but involuntarily summoned, and there was no absolute connection with whether he was sober or not. As long before Estheus was born, his deeds were recorded in detail.

Eshua returned to the Royal Academy, found the dean's residence with ease, and pushed the door in. Brochette sat behind his desk, writing on a piece of parchment, when he heard the door being pushed open, and did not look up, nor did the quill pause: "Baranduk, you can't knock first?" ”

Eschu sat down in front of Brochette with a nonchalant expression and asked straight to the point, "Is Madigan's manuscript at the Royal Academy?" ”

The quill paused in confusion, the tip of the pen spilling a cloud of ink on the paper. Brochette put the pen back into the inkwell and looked up at Estheux: "What's the matter, suddenly mention this?" ”

"I need to know the specifics of the Long Prophetic Poem."

"I can dictate it for you." Brockchette pulled out a blank piece of parchment from a drawer.

Estheu shook his head: "Original." ”

"Yes, yes, but not with me."

"As the dean of the Royal Academy, who else has the qualifications to keep such an important historical document besides you?"

Brochette smiled nonchalantly, "I was indeed here to keep it, but not long ago I entrusted the manuscript to a better custodian. ”

"Who is it?"

"This is already an internal matter of the Academy," Brochette tapped lightly on the table, "Baranduk, in principle, it is impossible for me to tell you the identity of the custodian, and you have no access to this precious manuscript. If this request were made to me by a baron from the North, it would undoubtedly be an impertinent transgression, but you are not just a baron, you are the protagonist of Madigan's prophecy. So I can't help but wonder about your motives. The old man stared at Eshu for a moment, then suddenly squeezed his eyes: "You don't want to know what you're going to do next, are you?" But I'm afraid that will disappoint you, prophecy is an ominous poem, not an easy account. And as I told you before, Madigan didn't finish this long poem. Truth be told, from the moment the original manuscript of the Prophecy was accepted into the Academy's supreme collection, we began to analyze it as well—who wouldn't want to know the future trends from prophecy? But it is a pity that no matter how much you interpret those vague verses, what you see is not a magnificent shortcut, but an obscure path. After Brochette finished speaking, he saw that Estheu was unmoved, and even his expression did not change, and even his sitting posture became more and more tough. The old man sighed helplessly:

"Esher Balanduk, do you want to see that broken prophecy anyway?"

"That's right."

"Can I trust your ability to keep your mouth shut?" Brochette's eyes sharpened, "Can you hide the machine seal like the deepest of tombs?" ”

"Anyway, it's all empty words, if you don't want to make a blood cross contract anymore, what's the concern?" Estheu didn't want to continue wasting his tongue needlessly. But to his surprise, Brochette first smiled dumbly, and then slowly shook his head: "There's no need for that. ”

Estheu looked at Brochette suspiciously.

"Every conversation with you turns into a boring deal. I'm getting a little tired of it. The old man said, "Balanduk, I have already made a blood cross oath with you. It was a heavy shackle made by the goddess of order, and every step from blood donation to swearing was tantamount to squeezing life for a mortal like me. Balanduk, you are the Chosen Messenger, especially physically strong, and still young, and those rituals will hardly have any negative effect on you, and you may not be able to truly appreciate the existence of the shackles until the moment you break your vows, but I cannot afford another Blood Cross Oath either physically or psychologically. ”

"So what do you mean? I said I could keep it a secret, and then you just believed me and told me who kept the manuscript? ”

"Exactly." "Can I trust you, Baranduke?" said Brockchette mildly. ”

Eshu was silent for a moment: "This will make me feel indebted to you." ”

"Then you owe it, and you decide when you want to pay it back." Brochette picked up his quill and scribbled a few lines on the blank parchment, pushing it to Essho across the table, "Go find Luna, I entrusted her with the manuscript." Remember, no third person must know that the manuscript of the prophetic long poem is in her custody. ”

"You mean Luciana?" Essho asked, "That's what you call her?" ”

"She told you her real name?" Brochette was stunned and cupped her forehead, "Then you must already know her true identity, right?" ”

"I guessed that it was a noble lady of the empire, but I didn't expect it to be so big." Estheu indirectly admits this, "This also needs to be kept secret? ”

"Of course, if the only daughter of the Imperial Archon were to appear in the North, God knows if it would cause a farcical storm of marriages? In a way, I'm her guardian now. Brochette suddenly glanced warily at Baranduke, "May I be sure, you won't take any revenge on her for the feud you have with the Empire, will you?" ”

Why is this problem again? Ai Xiu pursed the corners of his mouth in disgust, and didn't bother to answer, "You go and ask her." I don't want to repeat the same answer a second time. He got up and took his leave. But the sound of his footsteps circled and turned back outside the door, and he pushed the door open again and sat back in front of Broschette.

"What's wrong again?" Brochette asked impatiently, "Luna should be in the north side of the academy right now, go out and turn left, walk straight down the promenade for three hundred meters and—"

"I saw Gellbod yesterday." Esher interrupted Broschette directly, "He's really talking to someone. ”

Brochette paused slightly, and his expression became solemn: "Go on." ”