"Is it about me..." Sartre subconsciously confirmed.

"Of course, don't forget that you have not held an advanced ritual so far. No one has applied to activate the Star Tower these days. Maybe I can help you mobilize the power of the Star Tower, or maybe this will increase your success rate of advancement."

Julian's voice was still calm, but the meaning was enough to make all the extraordinary people in gold coin system crazy!

It is actually very simple to officially become a prophet of the Silver level. It only takes a correct prophecy and hold a complicated astrology ceremony.

For others, correct predictions are not a big problem. Even if they are not good at making predictions a few more times, even if the blind cat encounters a dead mouse, it will be defeated once.

As long as you can win once and feel the feedback of fate, you can meet the conditions. The most difficult thing is the complex astrology ritual.

The astrological ritual is actually to use spices, rituals and other means to induce the starlight into the soul's sea of ​​consciousness and condense the inscriptions of the talisman seal. Only by successfully condense the inscriptions of the talisman seals can one become a prophet.

Compared to other places, the place where the Star Tower is located can naturally attract more starlight, which can attract more starlight when the astrological ritual is held.

Starlight is like ink, and inscribed runes are like writing on the soul.

In any case, more starlight means more calmness, and the more ink, the more complex talisman inscriptions you can engrave.

There is no doubt that the more complex the inscriptions of the talismans during the advancement, the more helpful it will be to the future extraordinary path.

And if the starlight is exhausted, failure to advance is a trivial matter, and if the soul is damaged or broken, it will be a lot of fun.

As for what Julian said, "Mobilizes the power of the Star Tower"...

When others were still thinking about how to save the inscriptions of the Starlight Condensation Talisman Seal as much as possible, and were worried about the failure of advancement, when the geniuses thought about how to use the Starlight as efficient as possible to advance, Julian waved his hand: "Sartre, don't worry about wasting or not, draw whatever you want."

In other words, when someone was drawing inscriptions with a quill and ink bottle, and when the geniuses of the Tower of Stars were able to happily add one or two bottles of ink to themselves, Sartre was already standing in front of the starry ocean with a mop, listening to the sound of the starry tides.

"Teacher, this..." Even though Sartre was used to the teacher's favor, he was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

Only then did he realize why the teacher asked Sorsander to get spices at this time. If he were on the scene, he would probably have to bite his teeth when he heard this.

Julian turned and walked towards the crystal ball in the middle of the room, looking at the runes looming on it, "This is what I should do, Sartre."

"But teacher, why, why do you treat me so favorably? I think Sorsander is better than me. You know what he has achieved in the Spiritual Academy, and I..." Sartre smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Maybe I don't have talent in prophecy."

"Sartre, maybe you should think about why you are so proficient in spice ratios, but eventually become a prophet."

Sartre's disgusting words seemed to stimulate Julian, and his tone was a little unhappy.

"Teacher, I didn't...I just wanted to say, maybe you should focus on Sorsand, or on other apprentices, I..." Sartre squirmed his lips, and his promise to Sorsand flashed in front of him, and he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, "Maybe I should graduate early."

Julian, who had always been gentle, finally turned around this time, and his face appeared with a serious expression that was not often seen before. He did not speak, but just looked at Sartre silently.

Of course, the Tower of Stars allows early graduation, but few people choose to do so.

There are a large amount of spices, main materials, a safe environment, and rich experience from predecessors. Every day I stay here, I can feel that I am growing rapidly. As long as I am an extraordinary person in gold coin, I would never want to go out for the rest of my life.

"Is it Sorsand or Virgil?"

"No, teacher, it's not me, I feel ashamed of your careful cultivation of me over the years."

"Is it because you haven't made any progress over the years?"

"Maybe, maybe... not."

At the end, Sartre hesitated for a moment and said vaguely.

"You have to know one thing, a very important thing, Sartre, as long as you don't give up on yourself, I will not give up on you, no matter who you are..." Julian paused and turned around again, his tone was calm and firm: "You are my apprentice, the apprentice of the Lord of the Star Tower, and the apprentice of the strongest prophet on the road."

The strongest here, no one.

"But am I really worthy of this identity? Teacher! Let me freely enter and exit the top of the tower to watch the astrology and destiny, let me use spices, check classics, and personally assist me in the prophecy ceremony. Even later, you sent Sorsand with the pyro-yang potion, and now you have to use the power of the Star Tower, I..."

At the end of the day, Sartre's voice choked and could not continue.

"I know, teacher, I really understand your intentions. I try to sense astrology and destiny, but they will always be a mystery to me. I can't see it, teacher, I can't see it..."

Sartre blinked his blurred eyes and tried hard to see the ground beneath his feet, trying not to let tears fall.

On the airship, he was thinking.

After getting off the airship and sitting in the extraordinary mechanical carriage, he was also thinking.

After entering the Tower of Stars and meeting the Lord of Virgin Tower, he still kept thinking during silence.

Perhaps, he is a burden under the reputation of his teacher?

He was afraid that the teacher would be disappointed, but now it seems that disappointing the teacher is also a good choice, at least the teacher will give up on him because of this.

He has occupied the resources that should have been enjoyed by Sorsand for too long. Perhaps Sorsand could go further under the careful guidance of his teacher.

As a senior at Sorsand, he should consider it for his junior.

Even though the honest junior always cared about the teacher's feelings, he did not feel unfair because of the teacher's bias.

He is more talented and determined.

Julian had to turn around again and stare quietly at the apprentice in front of him. He didn't say anything, but just stared for a long time, the rich starlight in his eyes concealed all his emotions.

The atmosphere in the room was solemn, and there was no sound even.

It took a long time until Sartre adjusted his mood slightly that Julian slowly said: "Sartre, I am very disappointed with your performance today."

"Teacher, I don't want you to be so embarrassed about me, so I think..." Sartre had bitten his lips, and his mouth was filled with a strong smell of blood rust. "I want to go out for a walk."

He wiped his face in a mess, and did not even dare to pluck up the courage to look at the teacher. He quickly turned around and opened the door and left in a hurry. The astrology guard faithfully closed the door for Sartre again.

"Julian, your eyes don't seem to be good..." The old voice came from the crystal ball and echoed in the room.

"No, only when he starts to doubt can he really realize it." Julian looked at the door and whispered: "Sartre, please don't let the teacher down..."
Chapter completed!