"It's burning......" Looking at the message on his phone, Rourno couldn't help but smile.

Holding a porcelain cup in his hand, Charlemagne also smiled, "yes, I just don't know when it will burn to us." ”

After sitting in the courtyard and basking in the sun for a while, Charlemagne took a sip of tea, suddenly thought of something, and asked curiously: "Eh, by the way, isn't there a nobleman who wants to 'grab' something more recently with the protection of the elves?

The warm autumn afternoon sun shines brightly on the earth, and even the afternoon is a little chilly because of the approaching winter.

"As a result......" Speaking of this, Ruerno smiled even brighter, "He played a scene with the elves, and brought down a nobleman, don't you know, although many people were accusing him at that time, but when the nobleman was defeated, who didn't stretch out his hand? In fact, at that time, the nobleman was almost about to declare war with him, but he was forced back by the others!"

Hearing this, Charlemagne was stunned, and then shook his head with a smile, "How do you say that? Oh, yes, 'take people with short hands and eat people with soft mouths'!"

They do not hesitate to speculate with the greatest malice that these nobles, who are now completely indulged in wine and wealth, and extravagance, although the reason why these fellows are so depraved is also due to the 'limitations of the times', their own actions have shown that they are unforgivable.

So when Ruerno and Charlemagne talk about the 'aristocracy' class, they speak in a very contemptuous tone.

This is not the depravity of an individual, but the degeneration of a class as a whole - even if Charlemagne's own descendants are a nobleman, but as a legendary mage, he has never looked down on his unlearned and unskilled descendants.

There are very few of his children and grandchildren who have embarked on the same path as him in the search for the truth, and most of them have done nothing, and although he is not ashamed of this, he does not expect much from them.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have chosen to put his children and grandchildren into it in the first place.

Lying in a rocking chair, Rourno faces the warm sun, like an elderly aristocrat in this era, but everything he has earned is something he earned, and if he hadn't given so much for this empire, he wouldn't have accepted and owned so much now.

Shaking and shaking, Rourno narrowed his eyes and whispered to his old friend who had known him for hundreds of years: "Charlemagne, you are really a ruthless person, you even calculated your own children and grandchildren......

"Isn't that exactly what you want?" Charlemagne gracefully picked up the teacup, took a sip, and replied indifferently with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Besides, I have never denied that I am a ruthless person, anyway, with my protection, nothing will happen to them, at most they will be a huge blow." If they can realize the limitations of things like 'identity' and 'bloodline', that's the best, and even if they don't, it doesn't matter, just if you sell me face and let me keep them! In exchange, I will continue to sit in this seat and wait for a successor to appear. ”

"You won't wait too long for ......" a smile appeared on Urno's face, "Although I once mislooked at the wrong person and mistakenly thought that 'Yegor' was my successor, but after he betrayed, I realized that I didn't need to think about it so much at all, there are so many excellent students!"

Hearing this, Charlemagne smiled, put down the teacup, and stood up with the armrest of the chair, "Okay, I should go too! If I don't go, Elba should urge me......"

"Well, Sputnik is a good thing!"

............

"You ...... Want to be on the same side as us, want to be allied with us?"

Grush's eyes widened, and he felt as if he had misheard something.

Standing in front of him was a messenger of nobility, a messenger of the followers of the 'Goddess of Progress' to be exact.

The messenger brought a letter, and everywhere in his heart was a sign of the writer's mania that he wanted to go to war with the nobles of the surrounding realms at all times.

As far as he knew, there was only one church of the goddess of progress in the kingdom, and it was set up far from the royal capital and some of the larger towns.

In fact, he had always thought that the progressive church in the Kingdom of Kurt had been dissolved, after all, the kingdom was completely rotten from the roots, and it was an incorrigible country.

That's why he chose to abandon his identity as a 'priest' and the power of a 'legend', and deal with those nobles who should have gone to hell a long time ago by joining the rebels and overthrowing the rule of the country's nobility.

But he never expected that just as he was thinking about whether to ask the Red Dragon Clan to help him manage the two viscounts on his behalf, a noble messenger suddenly appeared in front of him and handed the letter to him.

"Yes, Lord Grush!" said the messenger, his eyes sparkled at this, and it was for this reason that the nobleman had sent him to deliver the letter.

The messenger raised his chin slightly, his face full of pride, "Lord Viscount has long wanted to form an alliance with you, but he has been hesitant before, and even considered quitting the 'Progressive Church', but he finally strengthened his will and chose to become a glorious promoter of the times!"

Grush was incredulous, so he fell silent when he heard this.

There is still an 'upright' aristocrat in this decaying kingdom?

If it had been before, he might have thought it was a joke, but now, he thinks he might be able to think about it.

"I hope you will be able to stay here for a few days. Grush took a light breath and looked at the messenger seriously, "I need some time to think. ”

"Of course, Lord Grush. The messenger smiled slightly, bowed slightly to the paladin, and saluted, "Lord Viscount has explained the situation before sending me, and I am willing to wait here for your news." Whether you say yes or no, I will continue to respect you – because I believe that there are not many people who have the will to resist the power of the 'legend' like you!"

After a moment of silence, Grush shook his head, "No, you're wrong. ”

The messenger was stunned, and he didn't know why Grush was saying such a thing.

"It's because of this will that we can become 'legends'!" Grush, his eyes closed, and he whispered, "instead of having power, we have become 'legend'......"

Looking at the former legendary paladin in front of him, the messenger opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say at such a time.

"Mr. Courier, go and rest first, and I'll have someone arrange a place for you, but maybe the living conditions won't be very good. ”

At this time, Grush's eyes were opened again, and his eyes that had experienced mood swings had regained their calm and clarity, and his words made the messenger stunned again, "Uh, what a ......"

After the messenger left, he looked down at the letter in his hand, looked at the flower script on the paper, and frowned slightly.

Can he trust this nobleman? Is this nobleman worthy of his trust?

After a moment of thought, he stood up and walked to the office door.

He didn't know the answers to these questions, but he could ask His Majesty the 'King of Light' and His Majesty the Sword of Judgment for their advice.

But he was no longer a priest, even if he could only respond to the two gods if he prayed to them......

He can't do that, he's no longer a clergyman, he can't do something that might implicate all the churches!

He would go to the churches of the two crowns and ask them questions.