"Childish. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The girl he called Ivanie replied with indifference.

"Did you know that you can't just use magic now?" Apocalypse's activities are becoming more and more rampant. If you continue like this, who knows if someone will be beaten to death one day. ”

"'Apocalypse'?" Reginald froze slightly. "Just a rabble. They have a lot of people, and I always have a way to escape. ”

The Holy Cult of the Apocalypse, the largest religion in the dungeons, is said to be the leader of the "Holy Maiden" who can hear the oracle, and she declares that the gods have decreed that the disasters of Noxus are caused by magicians, and that only by killing all magicians can they regain their freedom and light.

"But what about the others? What do we do if you're on a hunt list? What to do with the gray order? Uncle Gregory has put so much effort into making our dungeon a safe life. Have you considered any of this? ”

Reginard stopped talking, he knew that Ivanie's sophistication was far more mature than him, and he only thought about how the magic arrays could be matched with each other, and how the magic spells could be shortened.

While he was still trying to make friends with his peers in the newly formed Order, eager to tell them about the mysterious discoveries of magic, Ivanie had become Uncle Gregory's assistant.

Analyze what to do and what not to do like a little adult, and even remind Uncle Gregory to take his medication on time and remove the food he avoids on the table.

- Sometimes Uncle Gregory was very helpless, and said to Ivanie with a smile: I really don't know if I take care of you or if you are taking care of me.

"Sometimes I think you're so annoying that you're just two years older than me, and you're nagging like my mom." Reginad spoke. "But I still miss her nagging."

He looked quietly out of the carriage window, and his side face looked like a statue, and the statue was cast as if it were ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years.

A man is always a naïve child, and when he seems calm and strong, perhaps simply because of loneliness.

Ivanito looked out the window. The glass of the carriage window reflected the boy's face, and when he was silent like this, she always felt so far away from him.

The boy reflected in the glass, the genius Rogge who was once named Rodriguez, has now changed his name to Reginald, and it seems that those past events are peeling off like the damp walls of the damp dungeon, as if they are about to be buried in a distant node with the vanished Rogge.

She remembered that when he was in school, his robe was dirty, just to catch a strange-looking little worm, and then showed it to everyone with great interest, and the children of that age all avoided him when they saw his dirty and smelly sloppy appearance, so he came to her. She could only sigh and smile at him.

Later, his mother's death became a dark shadow on his soul.

He didn't understand human accidents, and devoted himself to the study of magic, just as he no longer called Rodriguez, because that name often reminded him of the woman who gave him his name and life, the woman who often called him "Rogge" tenderly or naggingly. He now carefully cared for his white robe with a brush every day, although in this place of hatred of magicians, he rarely had a chance to wear it, and no one looked at his clean and bright white robe and smiled, and fine ripples rippled on his lips and the corners of his eyes.

Too much has changed.

It's been almost ten years.

It's been almost ten years since they were forced to flee into the dungeon to survive the man's iron purge of the magicians.

In the past ten years, their group of magicians' children, from defenseless and penniless, huddled in the dungeon, looking fearfully at every pair of eyes red from greed in the darkness, to now, Uncle Gregory's "gray order" has united them to finally live a stable and normal life.

In the past decade, Noxus has become well-organized, the roads have frozen bones, and the era of aristocratic singing and dancing has come to an end, replaced by the strict control of the country by the army.

The phenomenon of frozen bones on the road only occurs in the dungeon.

Nothing has changed. Noxus just hid its cruel side underground.

The former sorcerer nobles fled into the dungeons to avoid being executed by Du Kecao; The homeless, the poor, and even the poor ordinary were driven into the dungeons. There are also criminals, the dungeon has become a vast prison, and the Noxus "Black Prison" has become the largest entrance to the dungeon, and Chen Chongbing guards it day and night.

So the city-states on the ground were in order, everything was under the control of the military headquarters like a sophisticated machine, and the underground world was full of sin and murder, and countless people turned to dust, burned out in the hearth of the machine, and billowing smoke.

The whole city is like a huge steel machine powered by black steam.

The machinery in the factories on the street made a loud noise, which was still loud even when it reached the streets, and people who hurried into the factories were stuffing cotton balls into their ears. There is a military factory, building weapons and equipment for the Noxus military department, and also receiving private orders for the dungeon.

The weapons for the military headquarters were transported by tracks to a narrow elevator, the entrance of which was so short that not even a child could get in, so as to prevent anyone from escaping. As for the private orders, they flowed into the sin city that was located underground.

"Why? Why you? Reginard said suddenly, for no reason.

Ivanie petrified, and she stared in amazement at the young man's face reflected in the carriage window.

The carriage came to a halt and leaned against the side of the road, and several homeless men came up and scrambled to open the door for them in exchange for a few small sums of money. Ivanie got out of the car, smiled, and threw a few coins out to chase them away, the metal coins rolling on the ground.

The "Gray Pigeon" bakery is right in front of you.

Push open the door and the aroma of roasted wheat enters your nostrils. A young man was climbing on a wooden ladder and pulling out a whole bag of wheat flour from the cupboard above, and the oven was making a constant noise, and several people were busy there, while the cute fat boss kneaded the dough with an apron tied around his waist.

It looks like an ordinary bakery, and the warm atmosphere doesn't even make it feel like it's located in a chaotic Noxian dungeon. But this is the base of the gray order.

No one would have thought that the man who had reached middle age and showed a slight sign of fortune, but his eyebrows and eyes were still as sharp as a blade, was none other than the great magician Gregory Haast, known as the "Spell Chain", who mastered many spells and was good at forming an unexpectedly perfect nest between spells. It was he who established the Grey Order and contained these magically gifted children.

Reginard adores him. He always remembered his impassioned statement in that small, cold board room:

- "We will be the light of the eternal night in Noxus, and man will always be creatures who yearn for light, who numb their minds, live in darkness, and turn a deaf ear to all kinds of injustices...... It's just because they've forgotten what the light looks like. Even in the depths of the night, as long as they see the light, they will find the courage to ignite the light. We will be the first light before dawn. We are not pure white light, nor darkness, we are on the boundary between the two, ready to lift the fog before the light comes - we are...... Gray order. ”

Ivany's heels made a crisp sound on the ground. "I have good news."

Uncle Gregory wiped his hands with a towel: "Say, there are no outsiders now. ”

"Now we have a chance to get out of the dungeon."