The sunlight on the table moved slowly until it disappeared into the corner of the window. The astrologer apprentice opened his eyes, sat up straight, stretched out his fingers, and touched his cheeks.

"Damn, it's the same as the real thing!" he exclaimed, then startled by his own voice, looked around, and then laughed.

He awkwardly pushed away his chair and stood up, tentatively stretched out his left foot, stepped on the creaking wooden floor, followed by his right foot, and took a few steps in an awkward position, pouting and commenting, "It's so short." Is it 1.6 meters? The legs are so short. ”

He walked around the room a few times, expressing deep disdain for the clutter of objects, and after failing to find the mirror, he walked up to the celestial orbit and looked up to observe his own inflated reflection on the brass sphere. "This robe is good, very stylish. I'm a fair-eyed Shota!Tsk, long flaxen-colored curly hair is the most popular now. It's the dwarf point. Don't be afraid, you're still starting to develop!"

He suddenly remembered something, lifted his robe nervously, pulled up his shirt and looked inside, and then breathed a long sigh of relief: "Yes, it's Zhengtai." Don't be afraid, it's really just beginning to develop. ”

As the sun sank into the mountains west of the Red Plain, and the house darkened, he went to the window, commented on the lackluster scenery, and began to look for lighting.

"No oil lamps, no candles, isn't that weird, is it that people here have such good night vision?" he squinted, looked around, and snorted.

At this time, the night lighting of the tower was activated, and at the top of the tower, Mr. Koshawar lit up an illuminated star array carved with large red crystals weighing 3 pounds, and the soft yellow light reflected through the countless mirrors in the inner passage of the tower, illuminating the top of the tower, the studio, the dining room, Jonah's hut, and the servant's room at the bottom.

"br**o!" the astrologer's apprentice high-fived in admiration.

He was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Wait, I know these things...... Oh, I see! I can read all of this character's memories, as long as I think in the right direction. Well, I'll see...... My name is D.Jonah II, -- what the hell is that?--I am sixteen years old, my parents are peasants in my country, and my status is ...... Astrologer apprentice? My mentor's name is Koshawar, a seventh-level astrologer, a neurotic, nagging old man. Where am I...... The world is made up of four continents, and I am in St. Boren, a monarchy in the center of the Western continent. Saint-Borun was invaded by the Zavi Empire, and just yesterday the capital was bloodied by the invaders, and I rescued several inexplicable pieces of paper before the library collapsed...... What do you mean?"

He reached out and fumbled, pulling out a few fragments of an unnamed book from the inner pocket of his robe.

"Mysterious prophecy? Is this a questline? But the product description clearly says that this is not an RPG game, more like a Sim. Well, I'll ponder it when I have time. ”

He slipped the paper back into his pocket and rubbed his nose, "Then it's time for dinner, and before dinner, the grumpy old man will check my homework—the almost blank one, I see—or I'll go to bed hungry." And I, who is honest and stupid, can't think of a way to make the old man happy and trick him into dinner. It's a challenge. ”

At this time, the howl of Koshawar's voice sounded outside the door: "Young man, I won't see your little ass in the restaurant for a minute, and you won't have your portion of dinner today!"

"Okay, okay. Do all the people here speak in Chinese? Oh no, it's supposed to be a modulated neural signal from the semantic interface to the language center in the left hemisphere, of course. The astrologer apprentice muttered the door and walked out of the room, walking up the spiral staircase toward the dining room.

As soon as he got down one step of the stairs, the incongruity caused by the height difference almost made him roll down the stairs with garlic under his feet, and he staggered to hold on to the wall to stabilize his body, scolding his little short legs while moving slowly.

The restaurant was in the middle and lower part of the astrological tower, not too far away, but when he opened the door, Mentor Koshavoy had already finished his potato salad and was already drinking vegetable soup. Seeing the student come in, the old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and hummed a few words from his nostrils: "Your dinner is gone." Let's go back to our room. ”

"My dear teacher, if I could eat the pleasant mood that arises from seeing that you are in good spirits and in good spirits, I will be too full to eat a celery stalk. The astrologer's apprentice smiled and said in a brisk tone.

The old astrologer raised his eyelids again and looked at his apprentice, "Have you finished the exercise?"

"Speaking of which, there are a few questions I would like to ask you, the theories in the workbook are too boring, and I would rather consult in person with a learned seventh-level astrologer, a scholar who is about to become a glorious astrologer. ――Do you think the time is appropriate before the main course is served?" the apprentice respectfully walked to the table, pulled out the chair beside the instructor, sat sideways, his back straight, and assumed a listening posture.

Coshawar put down his spoon and wiped his red nose with a napkin stained with vegetable soup. He looked the strange apprentice up and down, and crossed his fingers noncommittally: "What's the problem?"

"I've been wondering," said the apprentice with a little restraint, "why is it that astrology makes it easier for the researcher to get closer to the truth of the world than the work of the Anglican Church, the Society of Mathematics and Physics, and the Society of Magicians?—I mean, it is clear that astrology is a more rational and scientific discipline, but it is more accessible to the power of the world to turn the world in the dark than religion. Why?" and "As he spoke, the servant brought the salad and soup, and the apprentice stared at the teacher with a good look as he expertly laid out the napkin and asked the servant to place the silver plate in front of him.

"Young man, you are very different today, you asked a good question. A red glow of excitement shone from the corners of his hanging eyes, and he pushed away his plate and sat in a long and tirade seat: "Beginning with the first Guru Gilbernayon, all the astrologers have worked towards the same ultimate goal, you know, a hundred and thirty-five ......years ago."

The apprentice stared at the instructor with reverence, put the food in his mouth with his right hand, and secretly instructed the servant to serve the next dish with his left hand.

His mind is constantly appreciating: sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell, gravity, body signal feedback, the whole world is built without flaws. Remarkable achievement. The most realistic terminal system in the past was nothing more than the physical excitation in the clumsy bionic cabin, and no matter how bastard the GTC was, this time, it did make something amazing.

“...... That's about it. Got it?"

Coshavo reluctantly stopped talking, and the Essentials of Introduction to Astrology, which lasted an hour and a quarter of an hour, spanned more than a hundred years, came to an end, and the apprentice drank the last cup of hot tea served with dessert.

"I understand most of it, teacher. It was a very rare experience and will be a valuable asset to me. If you don't mind, I'd like to go back to my room and take some notes, before I forget these good words. The apprentice bowed his head humbly.

"Go ahead. With a satisfied wave of his hand, Koshawar turned and urged the servant to serve the main course which he had not seen for a long time. The apprentice bowed, stepped back out of the dining room, and closed the door.

Something amazing indeed. The astrologer's apprentice slowly walked up the spiral staircase, secretly wondering. His mentor was not at all like a three-dimensional model with an input-output program, and in every way, the old man with unkempt hair and a red nose was a real and independent personality. Still flawless. - If it weren't for the incongruity that comes with entering another body, he could almost convince himself that this is the real world.

Drip, drip, drip. A distant voice rang in my ears, an electronically synthesized tone that could not exist in the world of sword and sorcery.

Oh, of course, and a hint to log out.

The apprentice walked back to his cabin, sat down on the bed, looked around again, reached out, touched the rough texture of the linen sheets, breathed in the metallic and pine-scented laboratory air, and exclaimed, "That's amazing." ”

Immediately, this injection thread was withdrawn, and the foreign soul flew away, and the astrologer's apprentice's eyes difled for a moment, and he immediately regained his clarity. Then Jonah sat down with a thud, beads of sweat pouring uncontrollably from his forehead, and he could almost hear the tearing noise of his heart beating overloaded.

Demon. It's the devil.

These two hours were the longest two hours of his seventeen years of life.

He wakes up from his sleep to find that he has lost all control of his body, and he is like an elf imprisoned in a steam golem, seeing his legs walking through his pupils, unlocking the door with his own hands, and saying words with his mouth that he will never say in his life.

"On the 6th of October, Gamaliel descended from heaven with all the chosen pagans. Ayala couldn't see him, Ayala couldn't hear him, but he lived in the palace of bones and didn't panic. 'Do not go near the mirror,' Gamaliel advised. ”

The prophecy was fulfilled. On himself.