Chapter 440: Astrology
"Are we still going to Middenheim? Does Master Volan have any additional information?"
The young man's weak questioning was forced back by the old wizard's stern look.
"That's not something you should know about. Don't talk about it in public."
The faint but rapid tone made the apprentice obedient, and no one knew whether he had learned his lesson. The alert human seemed to know that confidential conversations did not exist for some creatures.
Like the lizardmen who are eavesdropping now, or worse, the ratmen.
As Lynch caught the tail of the Eshin Assassin, he paid more attention to the two wizards.
Not every human can attract the attention of the Skaven. Those who are likely to be targeted are most likely to be those who are not very powerful but have important identities, or those who know some of the Skaven's secrets.
The fact that they were not killed on the way shows that these two wizards did not know the secret information of the Skaven.
They obviously have other identities. The two wizards hid in the room with a routine that conformed to people's stereotypes. They didn't even order tea, but just ate their dry food.
They seem to be suspicious of everything else.
"Can you tell me now? I don't know why it was us."
"Hush! It's not safe here. You just need to remember that no matter how big the conflict between us and them is, it can't change our determination to fight against corruption!"
The old wizard's powerful words silenced the apprentice's doubts. The school was full of doubts about the cooperation with the Imperial Magic Academy, although there were many former masters of elemental magic among those people who had just changed camps.
He didn't dare mention the word "demon" or "chaos", as this might allow the warlocks hiding in the shadows to locate him.
Language also has magic, and everything in the world has magic.
The apprentice was frightened by the old wizard's posture and glanced anxiously at the gaps in the room, as if there was a pair of eyes hidden in every inconspicuous crevice.
"They are here?"
“They’re in the crowd.”
The wizard recalled the message from the Imperial Magic Academy. The mages of the magic academy expressed their concerns about the frequent vicious incidents in recent times. Every city seemed to be hiding evil spirits, but when they launched the cleansing at night, the city was clean, with only one or two soldiers caught occasionally.
Some of the college instructors believe that they are hidden in the wizard.
This was a rare invitation and request for help from the Magic Academy to the Elemental Guild. The elemental mages could have ignored it, but they could not let go of their past friendship.
No matter how long they argued over concepts, it could not change the fact that they once studied elemental magic together.
They don't have to shed blood, they just need to mark the suspicious places and leave safely with the clues.
Even if only a very few people know about this cooperation, it cannot guarantee that the trip will be safe. Countless lessons have told the mages that there are no secret places in the world.
The old wizard suspected that it was the famous "Purple Hand" who was fanning the flames, or that the "Red Crown" was trying to cause new chaos.
He knew of some dangerous organizations, but no one could be sure of their situation, and monitoring the demon cult was an extremely dangerous act.
After arriving at the foot of Mount Middenheim, the wizard was more afraid of the discussions among the people than the possible threat of the cult.
Some merchants and laborers It seemed that everyone was dissatisfied, and the wizard was not sure whether there was hidden incitement behind this.
The empire is indeed facing a dangerous moment. The scholars have freed people from traditional labor, and the people of the empire have begun to turn their attention to the ocean. When the harvest brought back from the ocean is not enough to satisfy people, they now seem to be paying attention to the empire itself.
The wealthy desired to be even richer, and if they could not fill their pockets, they would find ways to subtract some of the gold and silver that was given to the empire.
The old wizard understood the greed of businessmen and the workers' demands for higher wages.
But the timing of their discontent was wrong.
The auspicious moon has set, and its bright moonlight has obscured the starlight.
A cool breeze was whistling outside the house. After killing the rat, Lynch wandered around for a while, always keeping an eye on the wizard's movements.
But they said nothing, talked about some empty metaphors and then fell asleep.
Just by looking at their superficial thoughts, Lynch could see that they were worried about the danger coming from the dark.
But the lizard man is not sure what the threat in the dark is. Demon cult? Ratmen? Beastmen? Or humans with different opinions?
The puzzle had become a kind of fun at this point, but the slightest bit of fun would be lost when he was directly connected to Ithil.
Because Isil has it all covered.
He is not too obsessed with getting anything now, and what keeps him from suffering from the material world is just the puzzle left by Ashoranka.
The night of the white moon is peaceful and short, and the hearty cheers accompany the peaceful dreams. By the time the most bustling taverns close their doors, it is already midnight.
The evil moon only showed a corner in the second half of the night, and a crescent moon appeared on the side of the auspicious moon, like a scar on the world.
The strong green light overshadowed the moonlight, and it changed its trajectory and disappeared after about an hour.
The light of the white moon had dimmed a little, and Lynch could already clearly see the light spots and arrangements of the constellations.
Everything was not in the familiar place. Ichi's horn was above Taibok's wings. The Serpent constellation occupied a corner of the starry sky alone, scattering the light representing bleeding in vain.
The stars in the sky seemed to be affected by an invisible influence. It might be that the evil moon disturbed the order, or it might be that the power of chaos once again messed up the starry sky.
The anomaly lasted until nearly dawn, when Razkoto's cosmic alignment was restored.
When the sun illuminated the ground again, Lynch saw not only lazy sleepers, but also speakers who began to disturb the peace after a simple breakfast.
In the distance, the aerial cableway at the foot of Mount Middenheim was busy transporting people. The caller of the White Wolf City, who had just awakened, followed the crowd and woke up every village.
By the time Tigris and the others had finished their breakfast, the eloquent and passionate people had all arrived near Lynch.
".Undue taxes. Palaces for the nobility. We must unite to speak for the people."
The Lizardmen don't care much about human claims, which are their internal affairs, but it sounds like some rebellious ideas are spreading, and they are trying to bring their claims to the rulers.
To make their words more weighty, they are winning over people.
They talked about a lot of random things, mostly about the current situation of the empire, the basic operations of various regions, and some things that were not convenient to be made public.
Lynch roughly extracted the core points - they want trade to be freer and give traders more say.
Naturally, thoughts were mixed, with some people denouncing the "evil aristocracy" or simply wanting to increase their labor income.
(End of this chapter)
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