Jonah woke up.

Jonah woke up from too much darkness, and the sound of noisy conversations, the touch of hot wind on his skin, the aroma of black tea on his nose, and the smell of muffins on his tongue gradually became clear along with the objects in front of him.

What is this place?

This is the humble living room of Ambassador Tocharo's embassy outside the East Gate of Ecbatana. Beside the third-level astrologer sat Captains Asai and Morrell, behind them stood two ensigns, Zarinkuber and Zalinkut, and on the soft couch opposite sat several unknown officers of the Royal Fireblade Cavalry Regiment, and the one in the center was a lieutenant colonel judging by the insignia on the epaulettes and the baotou cloth. His name is not difficult to guess, and his ordinary-looking, two-mustachioed face is almost identical to his own brother, Major Sardis Commander, the captain of the Golden City Garrison, and there is no doubt that this is the commander of the southeast command post of the Fireblade Cavalry Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Sardis on the Frontier of Megatron.

What are you doing?

Jonah lowered his gaze to see himself holding a steaming cup of black tea in his right hand and a muffin with nuts in his left hand. "I told Brother Jonah that there's a great muffin shop in Fort Redstone on the western continent, and they have some of the best hazelnut muffins on the continent, but the muffins you brought are quite delicious, Brother Sardis! The hazelnut muffins on the cutting board are like taking a bite of the fluttering clouds, and those hazelnuts and chocolate chips burst out in the clouds like fireworks, which is a dreamlike feeling...... As for the muffins of yours, Brother Sardis, they are not so easy to chew, but the ratio of eggs, milk, cream, vanilla extract, sugar and flour is just right, and it has a wonderful sense of coordination, which can be said to be the model pacesetter in muffins!"

Apparently enjoying an afternoon tea. Jonah felt somewhat familiar with the name "Cutting Board", but his mind had not yet fully recovered his ability to think, and he did not have time to delve into the Oriental comments.

What about time? What time is it? Has the Advent been gone? How long has the demon taken possession of his body this time?

Jonah looked away, and from the slanting sunlight outside the door, he could roughly tell that it was three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and that he had had breakfast and flew to Ecbatana in a camel eagle, so it had been six or seven hours. What happened in the midst of this? Why did everyone at the afternoon tea party have a smile of joy on their faces, did the Adventist do something amazing with his own body?

Jonah reached for his staff, Siracina. He didn't happen to be holding the Mark of the Gods when the demon took possession of his body, so his soul energy was quickly depleted, and he could no longer soberly observe the Descendant's every move. Memories slipped by like a slide in front of his eyes, and the 17-year-old watched the Adventist manipulate his body into the mysterious city of Ecbatana, ascend Mount Ekra to enter the "Heart of the Crucible", talk to the Floreans of the Presbyterian Church, and stand in front of the window to watch the steam puppet sink into the magma and salvage the space-time star array laid by the First Mentor. The news of the imminent eruption of the volcano made him shiver.

"I'll figure it out. The demon said as he patted his chest. Jonah didn't know what this evil spirit from the other world could do to stop the eruption, Gilberto Gilberneon's research on the space-time star array was not replicable, and no astrologer in the world today dared to boast that he could repair or rebuild the star array of the first master, why was the Adventist so confident?

"Great, descendant of Lord Gilbernayon. The longest-bearded elder smiled with relief, stepped aside to pick up something, turned around and said, "In the ancient canons of Ecbatana, there has always been a legend of the heir of the savior returning to the land of volcanoes to save the Floresians, and this thing has been waiting silently in the heart of the furnace for hundreds of years. Before leaving, Lord Gilbernayon left a message: When Mount Ekra begins to show signs of eruption, we should seek the help of the astrologers of the space-time system and give this thing to this brave and merciful descendant. One hundred and forty years ago, our grandfather's grandfather began to look around for traces of astrologers in space-time, but the astrologers who could master the power of time and space seemed to be extinct, and even the astrologer association refused to recognize the existence of this discipline, claiming that the starline of space-time was an ominous force, the most unfathomable star power in the vast starry sky, and for a long time, there had never been an astrologer who studied the space-time star array. - Thanks to the God of Volcanoes, we have finally waited for you, an uninvited astrologer of time and space, whose name is, if memory serves...... Mr. Jonah?"

The Adventist shamelessly replied, "I am Jonah, an astrologer's apprentice...... No, no, I didn't expect it...... For the record, I am not the successor of the Space-Time Array, but I do have a solution to the crisis in Ecbatana. ”

"Regardless, this item may be able to help you subdue Mount Ekra, so please receive a gift from Lord Gilbernayon. The elder walked up to the astrologer with a box in his hand.

The vision shifted downward, and the Advent half-knelt before the Elder, gently taking the carved wooden box from the pink-hatted dwarf. The cork carved box has not been painted, maintaining the natural texture of the wood, and has not been worn or damaged for hundreds of years, "This box is protected by Lord Gilbernayon's space-time star array, and cannot be opened by brute force, the only way to open it is to use the same space-time power as an introduction to disrupt the structure of the star array." -- This is also what the law of the Volcano Nation says. The elder pointed and said, "Don't look at it as a wooden box, even a steam sledgehammer can't hurt it in the slightest." ”

The Descender froze for a moment, but quickly smiled, "Of course, Elder. Give me a minute?"

He sneaked to the corner of the room with the box in his arms, turned his back to the six dwarves of the Presbyterian Church, pulled out the sealing magic jar from the deerskin bag, and summoned the sleeping moonlight elves. "What are you doing, what are you doing, sleep well, nothing fun to bother me less!" the green-haired elf flew out, irritably circling in the air.

"Help me open this box, your spatial magic should be of the same origin as this star array. - At least it looks pretty much the same. The Advent pointed to the wooden box.

"Lockpicking? This kind of thief can only do this kind of thing, which is not the interest of the old lady...... Wait, what is this, Time and Space Magic Array? Oh, the Time and Space Star Array ......" Xiao Yan's eyes were attracted by the lines on the box, and he flew to the top of the box lid to look at it carefully.

"Is ten minutes enough?" said the Adventist.

"Phew, ten minutes, the old lady will open it for you in thirty seconds!" the grinning magic elf immediately screamed angrily, and its wings rose into the air, shining with white magical light. Behind the astrologer, a group of long-bearded dwarves were chirping excitedly at the light of the pure power of time and space.

I don't know how the little boy broke the blockade of the space-time star array, and sure enough, in less than a minute, there was a crisp sound of "ping-pong", and the layer of white coating on the carved wooden box was broken, "Cut, no challenge!" The moonlight elf patted his little chest stinkily, "If you are in trouble, find me again, don't disturb my sleep and beauty sleep with this little trick, flash!"

"Well, thank you, girl. The Adventist closed the lid of the glass jar, put it back in the deerskin bag, and returned to the Presbyterian Church with the box in hand. In this short distance of four or five cloths, the wooden box is decaying, decaying, and weathering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turning into a handful of black ash scattered with the wind. The return of the power of time and space allowed the cork box to travel through hundreds of years in a matter of seconds, and finally the Adventist held a soft dark blue ribbon in his hand.

"What is this?" said the astrologer, confused.

"We don't know. It is not detailed in the Code. The Presbyterians shook their heads.

The Adventist slowly spread the strap in his hand. At that moment, a sharp headache forcibly interrupted Jonah's recollection, and the pain of "Ah......hh The porcelain teacups shattered on the floor, the steaming black tea stained the cheap carpet of the Tocharian ambassador, and half a muffin bone rolled at the feet of Lieutenant Colonel Sardis, and the unassuming officer immediately stood up and drew his long sword, and said sharply: "Block all entrances and exits! Pull up the cordon! Morrell, take to the skies to observe! All cavalry are in combat readiness!"

The already crowded embassy immediately became a boiling soup pot, the mess of military boots trampled over the furniture and books, and the Tocharian ambassador waved his hands and shouted: "Don't step on my coffee table! Go out through the door, don't jump out of the window! That's my new ......."

"Click!" the two horsemen burst out of the glass window and whistled through the debris, and the two horsemen immediately appeared beside their master.

“...... Glass. Ambassador Tocharian hung his arms without tears.

"Alright, alright, it's okay!" Asai shouted, raising his right arm to signal everyone's composure, "There are no enemies. It's Brother Jonah's own problem. The Oriental conjured up a small silver needle out of nowhere, and stabbed it into the astrologer's head: "The wind and heat are disturbed, and the qi and blood are chaotic." Zayintang, the sun, the wind pool, the wind, the valley, the big vertebrae, the curved pool, run through it with qi, and leave the needle for ten seconds...... Good!"

He waved his hand like a magic, and Jonah's head, which was full of silver needles like a hedgehog, was so clean and slippery that even the traces of the needles disappeared. Jonah felt a clear stream flowing from top to bottom in his head in the intense headache, gradually absorbing the pain, "...... exhale" He let out a long exhalation and opened his eyes: "...... Thank you, Arsai. You've helped me again, haven't you?"

"It's nothing, Brother Jonah, headaches are a common ailment, is there anything bothering you?" said Assai.

"It's okay, it's ...... ** sick. Jonah smiled apologetically at the crowd, "I'm sorry to worry everyone." Your Excellency, I am very sorry for your cottage......"

As he spoke, his fingers touched a very soft and very warm material, a belt tied around his waist, a dark blue silk belt embroidered with gold threads. The belt left by the original mentor Gilberto Gilberneon.