Chapter 283: Glimpses and Interpretations of Destiny |
Chapter 283 Glimpses and Interpretations of Destiny
"The stars will fall, and the sky will collapse; there’ll not be light in the daytime, and there’ll not be darkness in the nighttime; gods will not be gods..."
"Blood! Blood! There’s blood everywhere!"
"Piles of skeletons, endless corpses!"
"He's dead, she's dead, they're all dead!"
"All of them, they're all going to die!"
"Ah!"
......
Another scream appeared in the classroom. Eudora snapped back to her senses. The dark night sky in her eyes receded like a tide, and her eyes became clear again.
She looked around with a bewildered face, as if she was very confused by the fact that she had suddenly become the focus of attention. "What, what's happening?"
With great effort, Eudora asked with a trembling voice.
But the students were equally shocked by her terrifying prediction, and even Professor Medea could not help but stop motionlessly.
"Professor, what price did she pay?" Dark Demon's voice came from the back, causing Professor Medea to return to her senses.
She hurriedly collected herself and glanced in Dark's direction, seemingly surprised that he could still remain calm.
Only then did she re-approach Eudora, leaning forward to cup Eudora's face and observe her carefully.
Eudora was a meek child. At this time, she was completely at a loss as to how to respond, and could only let Professor Medea observe her face closely.
Only after a long while did Professor Medea take a deep breath and gaze intensely into Eudora's eyes.
Then she noticed that there was a shining golden star that could not be hidden in the depth of her eyes that had a trace of timidity!
Although Eudora had the Eye of Stars, it would not show up normally.
Now the golden star in her eyes was obviously the result of "divination"!
Although not the most deadly, it is the most difficult type...... Medea could not help but frown.
But this was not something that could be said directly in front of the students.
At this time, as a professor, she should rather find a way to appease the fearful emotions triggered by that divination.
So she very naturally smoothed out her brows and showed a light smile of relief: "Fortunately, there are no obvious after-effects. When class is over, you follow me to Sister Kaleid for another closer examination."
Only when she heard this did Eudora ask timidly again, "Professor, what exactly happened just now?"
Medea lightly waved her wand, bringing up a stream of star-like light, and said, "Congratulations, you have completed your first divination as an astrologer!"
"First divination?" Eudora looked confused, "But why don't I remember anything?"
Medea smiled: "There are many elements involved. Some are related to magic energy, and some are related to your mental strength. Of course, it also has to do with the strength of your astrology."
Eudora couldn't help but lower her head and said nervously, "Meaning, I can become an astrologer?"
Medea nodded with a smile: "Yes. I want to be your guide, if you want."
Eudora opened her mouth wide at once, feeling incredulous.
Professor Medea had actually made a very good impression on the little magisters.
Not just a long series of different titles, but the fact that she came from Star Tower was already impressive enough.
Star Tower could be said to be the holiest city for astrologers in general.
Every astrologer would be proud to be able to enter the Star Tower.
If Eudora became Professor Medea's disciple, her entering Star Tower in the future was basically a foregone conclusion.
Medea gently rubbed her head and said softly: "Don't rush to make the decision first, we'll talk about it after class. After all, this is a very important matter, and you need your parents' consent."
Eudora just nodded her head adorably with her mouth half open.
......
And after such a small episode, the little magisters finally got over the scary prediction.
After all, the person who did the divination was Eudora, not Professor Medea, so some people did not take it too seriously.
Besides, fortune-tellers always spoke in riddles, and many of the words they said were completely opposite of their literal meaning; some were even extremely exaggerated.
Especially over the years, sensational predictions were becoming more and more frequent.
Emmm......
Actually, there were still many people who took it seriously.
Professor Medea was obviously also very aware of it.
She took the advantage of the little magisters being surprised by the fact that she took Eudora as her disciple and quickly diverted students' attention: "Now, let's continue our class. In the last class, I assigned the assignment of interpreting the predictions to you all. I think all of you should have already figured out that everyone's interpretation of a prediction would be different. For example, Eudora may well have just seen a painting of Bildegarthgar."
Immediately, some laughter erupted in the classroom.
Bildegarthgar was a leading representative of contemporary abstract painters. He was fond of laying out the paper with lots of distorted blocks of color like running water.
It was as if the mere mention of him would bring a composition to people's minds.
And in that composition, black and white paint divided the paper horizontally into two halves with black paint at the top and white paint at the bottom, intermingling with each other in between.
There were tilted yellow dots like the falling stars, bright red arcs like the flow of blood, and white colored blocks that looked like the accumulation of bodies.
At first glance, it seemed to be just children's random scribbles.
But a closer look revealed that it really was children's random scribbles!
......
Professor Medea's off-the-cuff remark did have a significant effect.
But there were still people who had noted down the "prediction" and carefully studied it.
Dark was one of them.
But the more he studied it, the more he found that Eudora's prediction was actually not much different from the doom-mongering fortune-tellers in recent years.
It was nothing more than about "the resurrection of the demon king".
And Dark knew that if the storm caused by the flapping of the butterfly wings was not enough to turn everything over, the demon king would eventually be resurrected, and the Brave One would also appear on stage again.
It would be just like the script of a stage opera, which was a predetermined play.
But the changes of the times were destined to make it impossible to set off the storm.
When the time came, Dark just needed to pour a cup of black tea, lay out a few pieces of syrup cake, and do a good job as an "audience", watching from afar, it would be the best thing he could contribute to this play.
→At least, this was what Dark believed at the moment.
......
The astronomy class had just started, so it naturally would not be ended so soon.
After Eudora's "divination", the students were more interested in the protection of starry night on the table.
Professor Medea gave her lecture while supervising students’ observations.
Inwardly, she was also thinking about Eudora's prediction.
From the "prediction" itself, it was not that surprising.
It was even partially similar to the "prediction" she wanted to verify.
But the problem was that there were too many similar "predictions"!
Fortune-tellers would always predict peace in times of war, and war in times of peace, because that was the inevitable cycle of history, and the predictions would never go wrong.
And based on such a mentality, it was easier to "notice" the relevant things.
......
"Mhm?" Medea suddenly stopped walking as she noticed the obvious change in the starry night in front of Sara Swati.
"What do you see?" Medea asked softly.
Sara closed her eyes for a moment before saying, "Fate."
Medea: "......"
After the professor walked down the aisle beside her, Sara quietly opened her eyes a little and looked at her back with a playful smile.
......
Professor Medea then arrived next to Emma Mortis.
She found that Emma was raising her hands, like a witch in the olden days, and "casting a spell" on the projection.
Surprisingly, it really caused some changes.
Medea could only shake her head in amusement.
This is the third one.
Tonight, nine stars will shine brightly.
There are six left.
......
"Waaaah, it's coming! It's coming!" The sudden stammering of the little chubby guy, Pistein, caught Professor Medea's attention.
She casually knocked him on the top of his head with her wand to silence him.
......
Silently, a tinge of blood rose in Robert's eyes.
White, who was racking his brain, suddenly noticed the change in the atmosphere around him and subconsciously tried to wake Robert up. However, as soon as he looked up, he saw Professor Medea's smile, which made him hastily cover his mouth.
It was at this moment, the projection in front of Robert also began to have obvious movement.
......
Immediately after, Heidi, who was at the same table with Sara, actually caught that little bit of feeling.
And then it was a student from Fool House.
......
Seventh!
......
Dark, who was teasing little Eevee, suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the front row.
He jerked his head up and discovered that the projection in front of Rose was shining with countless stars!
This made him subconsciously look up at the sky.
Through the ceiling, which had been divided into hundreds of pieces, he could see the night sky, where stars were still hard to see.
He couldn’t help looking down at the projection in front of Rose again.
Then he finally realized that she had also found that glimpse of feeling.
......
Professor Medea walked over, not too surprised by Rose Rothrock's success.
She had taken note of this Miss Rothrock during her astronomy class the previous week.
Rothrock was once one of the noblest surnames in the kingdom.
But as time passed, even the brightest star would also fall.
The fall of the Rothrock family had something to do with the passage of time, but it also had a lot to do with its own archaic system.
Since ancient times, the Rothrock family had been divided into the main family and the branch families.
There was only one bloodline in the main family, and all branches other than the heir were relegated to the branch families, without access to any trace of the true inheritance.
Once the main family's bloodline ended all of sudden, their whole inheritance system would instantly collapse.
With the death of both Rose's parents, the fall of the Rothrock family became inevitable.
But just like the tide would rise and fall, and the clouds would gather and scatter, the Rothrock family would rise again after the decline.
Professor Medea was a firm believer in fatalism, and had always believed that "Great men are born great, and their destiny is already predetermined."
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