The light pierced the wall between the chapel and the library and slanted out of the library's ceiling, and the fierce wind carried away the flames, and in an instant only the burning objects in the two rooms were red and shiny like charcoal, and Jonah felt a book through the hole in the wall from memory, picked it up, turned and ran out, stumbling towards the door. Gradually, his senses returned, and he heard the shrill howl of the wind re-entering the library, and threw himself forward with all his might.

The 150-year-old Royal and Anglican Library, with 35,000 books and 12,000 scrolls, shook slightly, and then flames erupted through the cracks in the doors, windows, and roof, and Jonah was blown fifteen feet away and slammed to the ground, and when he barely opened his eyes, and the outline of the world was reflected in a dizzy white vision, the library burned like a stack of straw poured with oil, and then silently collapsed completely.

With a thud, the black crystal on his belt shattered, symbolizing the collapse of the star array carved on it, and the heat was blowing in his face, and Jonah could hear his sideburns curling and creaking, and he struggled to move to the building across the street that was not yet on fire, the black-covered book in his hand had been burned more than half, and the hot wind blew the ashes with the wind, leaving only two and a half pages of fragments to survive the protection of the back cover.

Jonah shook off the ashes in agony, and carefully rolled the fragments into paper rolls and stuffed them into the scroll sleeve he carried with him, and stuffed them into a deerskin bag. Then, from his weak body, the vigorous movement, and the impact of the landing, he coughed violently.

The book has no name.

About five or six years ago, shortly after the Zavi invaders knocked on the gates of St. Boren, Jonah found it on a dusty shelf in the Church Library Library.

The library has about thirty rooms, and its Chinese works after the Renaissance account for the vast majority, divided into religion, magic, astrology, mathematics, society, art, and other categories; the church library is dedicated to collecting ancient books before the Renaissance movement, most of which are religious documents, and few people are interested in them in recent years.

One evening, while the silver candlesticks of the library were lit, Jonah strolled into the library, as if guided by some force to the corner, and pulled out the large book and gently brushed the dust off it.

Since the war had begun, most of the Anglican staff stationed in the library had been drafted, and no one disturbed the cleanliness of the night, and Jonah sat in a cherry-wood armchair with a candlestick in his hand, and turned the first page of the heavy book, without a title, with a smooth line of circular letters written on the slightly yellowed papyrus: "Beginning is end." - Seglas the Betrayer.

A tear fell next to the signature, making the word "betrayer" stand out, and Jonah placed the candlestick on the bookshelf to wipe the stain.

This book is about history, ancient history, even pre-eradicated, in Segres's book, there is no creator, no main god Sheila, only the natural reproduction of the fire of human civilization, which makes Jonah feel very novel. Books on this anti-religious principle were found in the library of the Church.

Later, when he came to the library to study astrology, he always took time to spend some time in the library of the Church, flipping through this anonymous book signed "The Betrayer", such a deviant idea must have been regarded as heresy by the Anglican Church, this book is more than thirty years old, I wonder if the author was persecuted by the Church, whether he is still alive? It is a great irony that such a book has been forgotten in the Church.

A few months before the fall of Redstone, Jonah read all of history, up to 2270 A.D., five years before the Renaissance took place. Turning over a piece of papyrus, the smooth round script came to an abrupt end, on which was drawn an inexhaustible rest, and a bright red stamp of the Anglican Church: approved by the Inquisition, to be sealed. Below is the autograph of the priest of the diocese at the time.

Jonah sighed, presumably the author wrote this, deprived of his freedom by the Anglican Church. He turned a few pages back in boredom, and unexpectedly, after five or six blank pages, the round characters reappeared, written in a somewhat sloppy manner, but undoubtedly in the author's handwriting:

On July 15, Ayala came to the Land of Exile and planted seven seeds of wild strawberries before sunset. “

The rest of the content is this kind of beginningless and endless, like a diary, and like a stage play in the style of the script, Jonah turned a few pages back and forth, from the church ban seal to the back cover, this kind of thing was written dozens of pages, he flipped through some casually, he didn't understand much, so he dropped the book, and took the time to look at the previous historical part, which corroborated with the world he knew and did not know.

Until today, the moment when the city of Redstone Fort was broken.

"On October 5, the sun was pierced by a sword, and they gathered together, unable to see each other, only the sky and their heels. This sentence was seen by chance at the time, and it remained in the depths of his memory, and if it were not for the moment when the former square guards were beheaded captive, Jonah might not have been able to discover the secret of this book for the rest of his life. -- The second half of the book, which seems to be gibberish, is actually a prophecy of the future!

Jonah coughed for a moment, stroking the deerskin bag containing the fragments of the prophecy, confused.

When will the remaining two-and-a-half-page prophecy take place? Will it be a future that he will not see in this life, or will it be in the near future?

Who is the "betrayer" and why is he able to predict the future?

Now the five major guild systems, whether religious, mathematical, or magical, regard prophecy as impossible, and the Anglican Church believes that everything is decided by the Holy Lord, and the Holy Lord has already decided, and the world cannot know the decision of the Holy Lord.

The Society of Mathematics and Physics wants to interpret the rules of the world in terms of formulas, and they claim that they have not yet discovered formulas for predicting the future. Astrology is said to have prophetic powers in ancient times, but modern astrology focuses on the study of the expression of star power through magic arrays, that is, the storage and application of star power, as Jonah himself and Duranka's mentor did.

The profession of "prophet" had not existed before and still is, but now Jonah knew that his deerskin bag contained two pages of semi-real prophecies—which could affect not only his future, but the world.

Disorganized, Jonah left the burning Redstone Keep. Walking out of the collapsed city gates, the smell of blood, scorching, the roars of the invaders and the wails of the survivors faded away, and the vast red soil plains in the sun were silent.

He decided to take one last look at this miracle that was about to disappear from the world, the three-hundred-foot-high symbol of the Saint-Bouron dynasty that rose from the center of the plain and was built of the strongest red stone in the western mountains, even though the country had no real connection to him since he became an astrosorcerer's apprentice.

When he turned back, he saw a steel dragoon nailed to the gate, with a yellow ribbon tied to it, and a head tied to the ribbon, the noble head of Her Majesty Queen Wenger III of the Saint-Borun dynasty, who had not torn off her snow-white veil in order to give the last dignity to this benevolent and art-loving ruler. The veil was slightly stained red with blood, fluttering in the wind, like a flag, and Her Majesty looked serene with her eyes closed.

The Zawi Empire's invaders began to loot and burn the Redstone Fort. The inhabitants fled from the burning city, and the citizens of Saint-Boren, who had fought stubbornly in the war and were calm after the city was broken, collapsed the moment they looked up at the beloved queen.

The woman and the old man fell to their knees, folded their hands and began to weep, the Anglican requiem prayer began to ring in the crowd, and the name of Shira, the Lord and God of Painting, was chanted for the last time.

Jonah bit his lip, didn't dare to look any more, and walked away quickly.

Three hours later, he returned to the Tower of Astrology.

The astrological tower in the night sky is like an eternal pillar that reaches the sky, simple and majestic. "Always be in awe. - Gilberto Gilberneon" This motto shines brightly in the dark.

Jonah was completely relaxed, and suddenly felt a great sadness envelop him, the fall of St. Bouron had destroyed all that he knew in the world, and henceforth all he had was astrology, the distant night sky, and two and a half pages of prophecy about the distant future.

So he sat down on the cold redstone floor with a grunt, clutched his dirty fawn skin bag, and cried loudly.

After all, he's just a sixteen-year-old.