Chapter 1 Prologue
The gently swaying candle gave off a faint light, imprinting a rickety shadow on the white wall.
This is a room in the Bachelor's Tower in the capital of the Gabela Empire. The old man with all white hair and beard is immersed in a large pile of books and scrolls, carefully flipping through the pages one by one, as if he is searching. What information.
The bell of the big clock tower came from outside. The simple and melodious sound echoed over the entire city, announcing the arrival of midnight. But the old man seemed not to hear it and continued to bury his head in the pile of books. .
The door not far away opened quietly, and a young man holding a candlestick came in. He said softly: "Teacher, it's already midnight, you really should rest."
"What, is it already this time?"
The old man then closed the tome in his hand, took out his handkerchief and rubbed his sore eyes, "It's time to have a good sleep, um... help As soon as I gave it a try, my body became more and more useless.”
The young man put down the candlestick and slowly helped the old man up.
“In today’s imperial meeting, everyone was very curious about what you have been doing these days. Even His Majesty asked me again in private.”
“Haha, for you. You must be quite scratching your head to compile a suitable reason for me on the spot, right?”
"Uh..." the young man named Mond pondered slightly awkwardly, "Is the meteor a few days ago really worth paying so much attention to?"
As soon as he said this, the old man The smile on his face immediately froze, and the slight frown showed that he was no longer calm inside.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you."
Seeing the old man's solemn expression, Mond's face showed a look of shame.
"Oh, Mond, I'm not blaming you. Being able to boldly question is a good quality."
The old man quickly comforted him, "Indeed, this meteor makes me worried all the time. I also hope that I am worrying too much. If unfortunately, it really brings disaster as recorded in the ancient scrolls, then according to the previous descriptions , this catastrophe will far exceed our imagination, let me tell you about the previous few times."
Then, he unfolded a roll of parchment and began to slowly describe these events. The income of heaven...
...
In a dark alley next to the big bell tower of the Imperial Capital, with the bell still echoing, a dark figure walked in quietly , he wore a cloak and slowly walked deeper into the alley against the moonlight, his face always shrouded in the shadow under the hood. At the first corner he stopped.
"Why are you here so late today?"
A rough voice sounded, and another man in a cloak was already waiting there. His face was also hidden under the hood, and his thick beard was faintly exposed.
“The wind is going to blow, so make more preparations.”
“What preparations have you made?”
“Trope, canvas and harpoon.”
The bearded man nodded and said: "With these, you can go to sea with confidence. Go, we will always pray for you in the church at the port."
Then he flashed into the shadows Disappeared, and the cloaked man who came first left immediately after confirming that there was nothing abnormal around him.
......
In the Bachelor's Tower, the old man's narration had been over for some time, but cold sweat broke out on Mond's forehead.
After being silent for a long time, Mond finally spoke: "If this is the case, should we report it to His Majesty immediately and warn the world."
"No, we know nothing about the disaster itself now. We don't know what form it will take, nor when exactly it will arrive. We also lack effective response measures. Revealing it prematurely will not only be of no use. On the contrary, it will cause widespread panic and even give some people with ulterior motives an opportunity."
"You are right, I am too reckless."
The old man's disciples are a little confused. Ashamed.
The old man opened the window, and a burst of fresh air quickly poured into the room. He looked out the window at the low night and said in a whisper:
"The wind is going to blow..."
(End of this chapter)