It was as if Jonah had been in a dream for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he could not remember any details.

He looked around. It was a tall, empty circular stone house with a single door, six rudimentary wooden beds along the walls, and long narrow windows hanging seven feet in the air, a glare of sunlight on his face, the air drifting with fine dust, and the damp floor smelling unpleasantly.

"Anyone?" Jonah shouted, his voice echoing through the empty room. No one answered.

The sudden pain in his left leg made him scream, and the crooked bandage of the broken leg reminded him of many things that had happened since the fall of the lame Henry II, but like a forgotten dream, there was no memory.

"Demon!" Jonah cursed, struggled to get out of bed, and found his wand by the wall, but the deerskin bag was nowhere to be found, his coins, gems, star arrays, food, and water were gone, but fortunately, the prophecy book in his personal collection lay quietly in the compartment of his underwear, and Jonah let out a long breath when his fingers touched the rough papyrus with body temperature.

He wasn't afraid of pain. The stars are above, compared to the eternal night sky, the pain is small, short, and weak, and the astrologer pursues the strength of the soul in the name of knowledge, but Jonah is deeply afraid of the demons that appear in his shell from time to time, just imagine, there is a demon from the void ether, with the help of his body, as he, 17-year-old D. Jonah II, the fourth level astrologer's apprentice, to spread the horrors and pestilences from the depths of hell, which is simply the most terrible nightmare for a scholar with a devout faith. He gritted his teeth and trembled.

"I still have a chance, the demon is not strong enough. ”

Jonah clenched his wand and whispered to himself.

The demon is not yet able to take his entire body, for some reason, he can only come to the world intermittently, as long as he keeps his own self, records every action, and makes up for the damage caused by the demon, and at the same time exercises his body and mind, and strengthens his spirit, one day, he can suppress or even seal the demon in his body.

Jonah remembered the foreshadowing of the nameless book:

"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 prophesied demon must not be the only one in his body, and more people in the world have become puppets of the devil, what should he do?

The nameless book of Sagnis the Betrayer will surely give him guidance, illuminating the unknown direction like the first house of stars hanging in the southern canopy, the bear.

Believe in the night sky, obey fate, and even ...... Save the world. Thinking of this, Jonah's eyes condensed, he snorted, propped himself up with his staff, dragged his injured leg to the door, took a deep breath, and pushed open the heavy mottled wooden door.

Let the wheel of fate turn.

He did not hesitate to meet the dazzling sunlight.

"Good afternoon. Too much sleep can make us worry about your cervical spine, and the Kingdom Knight Lancelot once said that every man needs two things: a sharp sword and a suitable pillow. The latter is sometimes more important. A gentle male voice said to him, "Our name is Elliot Carsfield, and it's a pleasure to meet you, a guest of Room 51." ”

Jonah looked up. It was a young blonde knight, smiling kindly, with his right hand on the back of a tall unicorn, in a gesture of ancient etiquette.

"Uh, hello, I'm Jonah, an astrologer's apprentice. Jonah bowed. The unicorn glanced at him with haughty eyes and snorted.

"Astrologer, Lord Jonah, with all due respect, why did you appear alone in this axiometric place, you are a member of the Five Guilds?" asked the knight, puzzled.

"My teacher told me that the tyrant Jelizavitan unilaterally tore up the Joint Amnesty Decree, and now there is no guild shelter in the entire Western Continent, and his earthly dragoons have attacked our astrological towers on the Red Plateau. Jonah thought of Mr. Koshavoy, who had just been separated, and felt like two worlds. Is the teacher okay?

"Is this true? Then we need to report it to the head of the office immediately. Elliott was taken aback, "Sorry, I'll be right back." With a long neigh, the unicorn raised its huge horseshoe with its silver palms nailed to its feet, blocking out the sun, and Jonah stepped back, and to the sound of the drum's hooves beating the ground, he saw the knight's blood-red cloak turn like the wind through several houses and disappear, and the shining silver armor under the cloak shook before his eyes.

The sun hung high in the sky, and the bones were tingling, and Jonah leaned against the door with his magic wand, surrounded by black stone houses, with no end in sight, and the air was quiet, and the sound of rushing water could be faintly heard in the distance.

He took a moment to analyze his situation. This must be the cherry crossing, the sound of the water came from the other side of the holy river, so he reached his destination, after he fell and broke his leg, the demon did not do anything to hurt himself, as for whether he hurt others, Jonah was not sure, but with his weak body of seventeen years old, he was not expected to cause much damage.

The Knight calls himself "the tenant of room 51".

Jonah looked back and saw that the blackstone roundhouse had "A51" engraved on it, with A52 and A50 on the left and right, A7 on the back, and the number in the front was not visible.

Jonah quickly drew a mental sketch of the plan of Cherry Ferry with the mathematical skills of an astrologer's apprentice: the black rooms were arranged in a circle, the inner circle was numbered smaller than the outer circle, and the knight Elliott ran in the direction of the center of the circle, indicating that the interior was more important than the outside, and that the many houses must revolve around a decision-making center.

The definition of "hostel" is mentioned in the "Geographical Estimation of the Western Continent", that is, the owner of the house in exchange for benefits by renting out the right to use the house and selling services such as food and beverage room cleaning, and he is currently a "tenant", that is, a consumer of the "hostel", must have signed a rental contract with the manager of the hostel when he was possessed by the devil.

As he was thinking, a gust of wind blew, and Elliott and the unicorn landed lightly in front of him.

"Please come into the house and wait a while, the head of the room will come back immediately, there is food and water, please use it." The knight politely bent down and handed over a cheesecloth bag.

Jonah took the opportunity to see the knight's face clearly, and under the sun-dazzling, neatly combed blonde hair was an impeccable handsome face of the Western Continent, with sapphire eyes hidden deep in vigorous vitality and fire-like enthusiasm.

Jonah was stunned, and on the armor on the knight's chest, he saw an ancient coat of arms mentioned in a book: a blood-stained sword with blooming roses.

"Elliott, are you ...... Rose Knight?" Jonah asked, taking the food bag, cautiously.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Astrologer, the profession is our life. The knight struck the left atrium with the fist armor on the back of his right hand, and the armor collided with a crisp sound. The unicorn nodded lightly in agreement.

"I'm still an apprentice. Jonah added, a little overwhelmed at the same time.

The Rose Knight is an eternal legend of the Western Continent, they do not belong to any country, no regime, no one knows where they come from, what they live on, for a hundred years, the name of the Rose Knight appears again and again in poetry and bedside stories, never disappearing.

Legend has it that the Rose Knight will appear next to the lovers who are deeply attached to each other, help them remove all worldly obstacles, protect their love, until the man makes up his mind to propose to the woman, the Rose Knight will gently place a bouquet of silver roses at the head of the girl's bed on the brightest moonlit night, and then quietly leave;

In other novels, the Rose Knights are depicted as undead spirits cursed by Sheila, the god of words and paintings, who can only appear at night and survive on the nourishment of love, because of Sheila's curse, they can never be separated from their mounts, and the moment they land the unicorn is the moment they are destroyed.

The seventh-level astrologer Mr. Koshawar likes to talk about non-work-related topics at the dinner table, and the Rosenkavalier is seared into Jonah's memory with the smell of soup and garlic bread. Today, under the sunshine of Cherry Crossing, he saw a living legend, how could he not be surprised.