"Ancestor?" Roland blurted out. "What the hell?" Seeing everyone's surprised expression, he coughed twice and said, "No, I mean... who knows if what you said is true."
Then he felt his left shoulder being gently pinched.
"Your Majesty, this is absolutely true. I have evidence to prove it." The Chief Astrologer lowered his head and said, "But I can only show it to you."
Hearing this, the other astrologers stood up and left the room. Roland thought for a while and nodded to the witches and his guards. "You can leave now."
Of course, Nightingale would still stay by his side as the last line of defense just in case.
Astrologer of Dispersion Star walked into a small room next to the hall. After a long time, he returned to the long table with an iron box and respectfully placed the iron box in front of Roland.
"What's this?"
"It's the order left by your ancestor. He had long expected such a thing to happen."
Roland was surprised and asked, "You mean... to close the Astrological Station?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. This is not the first time this has happened," the astrologer said with a wry smile. "Although we and alchemy are called the School of Sages, in fact, we are not equal. Alchemy can bring a lot of income to the kingdom, but we need to invest a large amount of Golden Dragon in purchasing high-quality crystals and hiring craftsmen every year. In order to prevent future successors from disbanding the Astrological Association to save money, your ancestor engraved the order and asked no one to disobey it. "
When Roland opened the box, he saw a stack of gold sheets. It seemed that the Wimbledon family had spared no expense in preserving this order. They had chosen gold, which was extremely stable, as the base material for the book.
He poured all the gold sheets on the table and roughly counted them. There were eight of them, each about three millimeters thick and the size of two palms. They were heavy in his hand.
The first one was written with the original words of the Chief Astrologer: No one can interfere with the starry sky in the Astrological Station because there is a mystery that reveals the fate of the world.
The latter part of the sentence caught Roland's attention.
In fact, the association itself was very strange. If astrology was really effective, Wimbledon III would not have been replaced by the church when he was defenseless. Instead, he would have hanged the high priest long ago. Moreover, even the Astrologer of Dispersion Star had mentioned that the Astrology Platform produced very little … In other words, he did not treat divination as a product. His helpless expression was completely different from the one he had when they first met.
To put it simply, the ancestors spent a lot of money and manpower to establish such an organization. At the same time, they were afraid that their descendants would shut it down because it had no prophetic ability, so they did not hesitate to engrave the decree on the gold plate. Roland didn't believe that the other party was an astronomy enthusiast, or that he had set his sights beyond the planet during the reclamation phase. Obviously, the astrologers had a task that had nothing to do with divination, and this was most likely related to the second half of the sentence.
He flipped through the rest of the gold plates but didn't find any relevant description. Instead, it recorded the history of the Astrology Association and the basic methods of observing the stars. The last piece even had the principle of magnifying the crystal lens. The ancestor of the Wimbledon Family seemed to have been the Chief Astrologer here, and there was also a person with a higher status. However, when Roland briefly reviewed the family history, he found that there was no such information.
He picked up the first piece of the book again and pointed to the last half of the sentence. "What does this mean?"
"I'm … not sure," the Astrologer of Dispersion said, shaking his head.
Before his voice trailed off, Roland felt his right shoulder being pinched.
He could not help but chuckle. "Listen, rules are dead, but people are alive. The decree left by the ancestor was probably correct when he was still alive, but times have changed. I don't want to be bound by a rule that has lasted for hundreds of years. Now I'm the king of Graycastle, and I can do whatever I want. Do you understand? "
The Astrologer of Dispersion Star widened his eyes. "What? No, you … "
"Even you know that you're wasting your money. You know nothing about the mysteries of the fate of the world. When Father was murdered by the church, you didn't even warn him. Why should I keep you here staring at the sky like idiots? Stars can't be exchanged for a Golden Dragon. Pack up and prepare to go to the Western Region with me. "
The Astrologer of Dispersion Star's face darkened when he heard Roland's words, thanks to the bad impression that Prince Roland had left on him in the king's city.
After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You'll probably regret knowing this news."
"How would I know if you don't tell me?" Roland smiled. He had to admit that sometimes it was quite effective to pretend to be Prince Roland's playboy to intimidate others. For this group of old people, he couldn't ask Iron Axe to interrogate them, so he had to use this method to find out the answer.
"We're shouldering a mission that has lasted for hundreds of years. It started when Lord Wimbledon first arrived in this region." The astrologer calmed down and said, "It's not that we can't tell the royal family, but only the heir who becomes the king, and he must wait until he's 30 years old."
"Why?"
"Because your ancestors thought that letting the heir know this news too early might make him panic and confused, which would lead to the decline of the kingdom." He hesitated for a moment. "We're looking for the Star of Extinction."
Roland was stunned. "What's that?"
"A scarlet star, or the Crimson Moon. When it comes, the world will be plunged into an irrecoverable disaster."
The prince's heart skipped a beat. Both the ancient book in the ruins and Agatha, who belonged to the Union, had mentioned the Crimson Moon. Why would a secular organization pay attention to this? Was the Astrology Association inextricably linked to the Union? "Tell me more details!"
"All I know is what the former chief told me," Dispersion Star said in a low voice. "It's said that there's a red star floating in the sky. When it appears in the night sky like a crescent moon, the world will be destroyed. Our duty is to find it before it turns into a moon. If we can find its trajectory, we can predict the doomsday in advance. This is also the original purpose of astrology. "
"Turn into a... moon?"
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