The time came for the same evening.

On Alexia Island, there are several large areas of ecological areas scattered among the bright silver steel forests, when the suspended 'Cando One' gradually extinguished under the control of the temple center, only a huge metal ball emitting a faint light remained in mid-air, the whole is round, and there is no gap on the surface at all, that is the fusion core of 'Cando One', according to Roger's speculation, it was once the power core of a certain spaceship.

Therefore, looking at the surface of the core that was slightly reddened because of the high temperature that had not dissipated, Roger couldn't help but sigh that the stupid people of the Silver Saint Clan, without understanding the operating principle at all, could still hang such a dangerous thing in the sky, and there had been no accidents for so many years, and it was really blessed by the gods.

Seriously, Roger has even begun to seriously consider moving Camp Augen out of Alexia.

"Lord Roger. ”

"Oh, it's High Priest Gegrul, what's the end of the pre-dinner sermon? ”

Roger turned around and leaned himself on the railing of the balcony to greet Gegrul as he leaned in.

Lord Roger laughed. It seemed that Gegrul had adapted to Roger's way of speaking, he smiled and handed Roger a glass of wine in his hand, and said, "We don't actually have faith, and this must be clear to Your Excellency, prayer itself is just a form, whether the gods exist or not, none of us know, in this case, the image of the gods does not need to be entangled." ”

Thinking back to his boss who had lost the task to him, Roger was noncommittal, but took the wine glass, shook the amber liquid in the silver cup, and said faintly: "This is not like what a religious person should say, if you were in the holy city of Kaya, you would be tied to the stake and burned to ashes, in the words of the group, this is called 'divine punishment'." ”

"Haha, then they need to be able to find this isolated island. Gegrul squinted his old eyes and took a sip of wine, but his tone was not as heroic as his words.

The breeze blew up from the foot of the mountain with a slight fishy smell, and the layers of buildings along the way resisted most of it, and when it blew on Roger, it still made Roger shiver in single clothes, after all, it was the middle of winter at this time.

"You never said you were descendants of the silver tyrant Alexia. After a long silence, Roger said suddenly.

Grull looked at the hazy night sky, and replied in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant: "But Your Excellency has never asked about this matter. ”

"The Age of Darkness, the Age of Twilight, the Age of Magic, after so many eras, the world thought that Alexia was expelled by the Holy Light God along with the end dragon Tasia, who would have thought that there would be a remnant scattered overseas?" Roger raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the aging dragon clock Gruel, and said with emotion.

"Your Excellency Roger, I beg you to believe that our people do not want to inherit the name of silver if possible, and that the absurd world of the end of the Dark Ages, gods, demons, and primordial creatures, is recorded in a scroll of inheritance that can only be read by the patriarchs and high priests of the past...... They nearly destroyed the plane.

I still remember the first proverbs on the scroll,

'We are forgotten prisoners

It is also an abandoned creature

Wander in the solitude and desolation

Under the gaze of the eternally angry Alexia

There will be no peace for our souls.'"

Grull finished reading the proverb almost as he stared into Roger's eyes, and then paused before he continued: "We used to think it was just the crazy dreams of our predecessors, and it was only in these centuries that we found definitive evidence that we were descendants of silver. ”

"Is it because of those techniques that are obviously different from the style of painting in this world? Or is it the awakened silver blood?"

"Neither. Gegrul shook his head, "Technology comes from the wisdom of our ancestors, bloodlines can have other sources, and even history can be falsified, these are not proof that we are descendants of Alexia. ”

"The real proof is actually at our feet, and this island is actually ......."

Gegrul stomped his foot, trying to say something, but was interrupted by a very crisp wave from Roger. Three k

Roger silently pointed to the lonely and hazy night sky, and then threw a meaningful look to Gruul, who was slightly stunned, and after a moment, the high priest became immediately silent.

After a few more shakes of the syrup in the glass, Roger tilted his head and drank it down, the mellow syrup flowing down his neck, and soon dried by the cool evening breeze.

Wiping his mouth casually, Roger began to play with the empty silver cup in his hand again, "I thought you would...... Even more resistant to such things, these technologies that may seem strange to you may even be called 'evil'. ”

"I don't think there's a reason for us to resist. Indeed, when these techniques first appeared, they did cause some people to panic, even some of the old rituals, but soon, under the inspiration of the gods, they were back on the right path. Grull blinked, and said seriously.

Back on track?I guess it's more likely that the old-fashioned are going to see my boss?," Roger shrugged his shoulders and didn't say a word.

In fact, when the conversation enters the stage of this kind of nonsense, then the communication has no meaning, and no matter how much you say, it is just meaningless nonsense.

Seeing that Roger was no longer in the mood to talk, Grull gave up the idea of continuing the tirade, and concluded: "To this day, even if we deny it vigorously, we are still a group of people with original sin in our blood, and I think we are all enemies in the world except for Camp Augin. ”

"Human beings are forgetful creatures, and this is the brain's protection for themselves. ”

Looking at the lively temple banquet in the hall, Roger smiled and tapped his finger on the position of his temple, "You don't have to worry too much, or take yourself too seriously, believe that there is nothing discriminatory or demeaning in my words."

What I'm trying to say is that you don't have to imprison yourselves on this island, and trust that as long as you don't run out into the streets of Kaya or shout that you are the descendants of the Silver Tyrant, no one will do anything to you. ”

Speaking of this, Roger's words changed, "As for me, you don't have to worry about my position, and I didn't come to ask you about my guilt today." ”

The two fought here for a long time, and Gegrul even did not hesitate to bring out the old ancestor to talk about the matter, if Roger couldn't guess the true intentions of the high priest, he would have lived in vain for so many years.

Having said that, one yard is one yard, and today it is true that some words must be made clear.

Returning by himself was like throwing a stone into the calm pool of Alexia, causing ripples enough to upset the tenuous balance between the Silver Saints and Camp Augin.

Although Roger didn't want to admit it, but to this day, the Aojin camp was no longer enough to suppress the Silver Saint Clan who had obtained black technology, why was the Ao Jin full of camp people? Roger didn't remember that he set the rule that the Silver Saint Clan was not allowed to enter the battle sequence.

Presumably, this is also the reason why Gilson urged him to marry, even if the little princess of the Silver Saint Clan is only ten years old, between old friends and the camp, Gilson decisively chose to sell his son, without considering the possibility that Roger was taken away by the police uncle.

"Thank you for your kindness......"

"Don't rush to say thank you just yet. ”

Stopping Grull's etiquette, Roger squinted his eyes, and the wine glass that was fluttering at his fingertips came to an abrupt end, and the pale blue flame bloomed in Roger's palm out of thin air, and as soon as his fingers were released, the silver wine glass carved with the ancient pattern fell into the flames of his palm.

Staring at the wine glass that had turned into a pile of liquid, there was some confusion in Gruul's old eyes.

Seeing the silver shrink in his palm until it coalesced into a small ball the size of a fingernail, Roger sensed that the heat was almost there, and his two hands closed together, and the flame disappeared from Gruul's field of vision along with the ball.

"I'm a person who is afraid of trouble, so let's be more straightforward," Roger rubbed his palms, glanced at it, and threw the affairs in his hands to Gruul, and then put a familiar evil smile on his face, "A young man from Camp Aujin has retrieved the Holy Clan's holy relic 'Silver Secret Ring', and the Holy Clan's technical gap has been replenished once again, of course, it will take some time for the priests to decipher my ......"

"I think that kind of propaganda makes sense. ”

Scrambling to catch what Roger had thrown over, Grull looked at it as if it was the same ring as the legend, with a slight spot of light in the bright silver material, which was characteristic of Mithril.

Holding the warm 'holy object' tightly, Grull humbly replied, "As you wish. ”