"Ancestor?" Roland blurted out instinctively, "What the heck?" Seeing the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, he coughed twice and said, "No, I mean... who knows if what you're saying is true."

Then he felt a gentle pinch on his left shoulder.

"Your Majesty, this is absolutely true. I have evidence to prove it," the Chief said, bowing his head, "but it can only be shown to you alone."

The other astrologers, hearing this, consciously got up and left the room. Roland thought for a moment and nodded to the witches and guards, "You all go out too."

Of course, Nightingale would still stay by his side as a last line of defense, just in case.

Scholar Misanhsing walked into a small room next to the hall and after a long while, returned to the long table with an iron box in his hands, placing it respectfully in front of Roland.

"What's this?"

"A decree left by your ancestor, he foresaw that something like this would happen."

Roland said in surprise, "You mean... close the Astrology Tower?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, this is not the first time something like this has happened," the scholar said with a wry smile. "Although we are known as the School of the Wise alongside alchemy, we are not actually equal. Alchemical products can bring considerable income to the kingdom, while we need to invest a large amount of gold coins every year in purchasing high-quality crystals and hiring craftsmen, with little to show for it. To prevent future successors from wanting to save this expense and disband the Astrology Society, your ancestor inscribed the decree and ordered that no one should violate it."

Roland opened the box and what caught his eye was a stack of gold plates. It seemed that the Wimbledon family had spared no expense to preserve this order, choosing extremely stable gold as the base material.

He poured all the gold plates onto the table and roughly counted them. There were ten in total, each about three millimeters thick, the size of two palms, and heavy in his hand.

The first plate was inscribed with exactly what the Chief Astrologer had said: "No one may interfere with the Astrology Tower's gaze at the stars, for there lies the secret of the world's destiny."

The second half of the sentence caught Roland's attention.

In fact, this society itself was very strange. If astrology really worked, Wimbledon III should not have been replaced by the church without any precautions, but should have hanged the High Priest long ago. Moreover, even Scholar Misanhsing himself mentioned that the Astrology Tower had "little output"... in other words, he did not treat divination as a product. His helpless expression was completely different from his swindler-like appearance when he first met him.

In short, the ancestor spent a lot of money and manpower to establish such an organization, while being afraid that future generations would dislike its lack of predictive ability and close it down, going so far as to inscribe the decree on gold plates. Roland did not quite believe that he was an astronomical enthusiast who was passionate about astrology, or that he had set his sights beyond the planet during the reclamation stage. Obviously, the astrologers had a task that was unrelated to divination, and it was very likely related to the second half of the sentence.

However, he flipped through the subsequent gold plates and did not find any relevant descriptions. Instead, they recorded some of the history of the Astrology Society and the basic methods of observing the stars. The last plate even had the principle of magnifying crystal lenses engraved on it. The ancestor of the Wimbledon family also seemed to have been the Chief Astrologer here, and also mentioned a higher-ranking ruler. However, Roland briefly reviewed the family history and found that there was no such content in it.

He picked up the first plate again and pointed to the last half of the sentence, "What does this mean?"

"I... I'm not sure either," the scholar shook his head.

Before he finished speaking, Roland felt a pinch on his right shoulder.

He couldn't help but chuckle, "Listen carefully, rules are dead, but people are alive. The decree left by the ancestor was probably correct when he was alive, but times have changed. I don't want to be bound by a rule that is several hundred years old. Now I am the King of Graycastle, and I can do whatever I want, do you understand?"

Scholar Misanhsing widened his eyes, "What? No, you—"

"Even you yourselves know that you are wasting money and have no knowledge of the mysteries concerning the fate of the world. You didn't even give a warning when my father was murdered by the church. Why should I keep you here

Staring foolishly at the sky? Stars can't be exchanged for gold coins. Pack your bags and prepare to go to the Western Region with me."

Thanks to the Fourth Prince's original reckless and willful bad impression left in the royal capital, these words immediately made Scholar Misanhsing's face turn very ugly.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You will probably regret knowing this news."

"How would I know if you don't tell me?" Roland smiled. He had to say that sometimes pretending to be the Fourth Prince's纨绔(wan ku) appearance to intimidate others was quite effective. He couldn't ask Iron Axe to force answers out of this group of older people, so he had to use this method to find the answer.

"We are shouldering a mission that has lasted for hundreds of years, starting from when the first Wimbledon Lord arrived in this region," the scholar said, calming down a bit. "This news cannot be told to the royal family, but can only be revealed to the successor who becomes king, and only after he turns thirty."

"Why?"

"Because your ancestor believed that letting the successor know this news too early might cause them to fall into panic and confusion, which would lead to the decline of the kingdom," he hesitated for a moment, "we are looking for the Doomsday Star."

Roland was stunned, "What's that?"

"A scarlet star, or rather, a red moon. When it descends, the world will fall into an irredeemable disaster."

The prince felt a jump in his heart. Both the ancients in the ruins and Agatha, who belonged to the Association, had mentioned this word - the Red Moon descends. Why would a secular organization also pay attention to this? Could it be that the Astrology Society and the Association have inextricable connections? "Tell me more details!"

"Everything I know comes from the oral transmission of the previous Chief," Misanhsing said in a deep voice, "Legend has it that there is a red star drifting in the starry sky, and 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 discover its trajectory, we can predict the apocalypse in advance, which is the original meaning of astrology."

"Turn into... a moon?"

"You don't understand astrology, so it's normal if you don't understand," the scholar explained. "Stars are always moving, such as the sun and the moon. They appear in front of us at a fixed time, and when they alternate, it doesn't mean they disappear, but only temporarily move to a position we can't see. We call this moving path the trajectory - in fact, most stars have a trajectory of their own."