Winter turns to spring, cold to summer, the surface of the volcano has been changed beyond recognition in just a few decades, abundant rain has reshaped the already small volcano into a raised mound with a small lake in the middle, lush bushes are distributed around the mound, the mound grows tenacious weeds and wild flowers, the thick trees are replaced by shrubs, stretching into the distance, the birds are singing and the air is fresh, and the destruction brings a new life.

To the east, there is already a human town, a castle with a towering hexagonal minaret, and farmland scattered around the town. According to the population and castle specifications, this is a barony with less than a thousand people, but the castle is a viscount-sized fief with an area comparable to that of the county, and the hexagonal magic tower can be seen to be a mage fiefdom. The status of the viscount shows that the owner of the castle is a great magician, not a hereditary nobleman, and unless there is another great magician among his descendants, the territory will be recovered by the empire after his death. It was an independent territory belonging to the Empire, not a fiefdom of a duke.

The Violet Empire's years of war have taken away countless strong laborers, annexed many kingdoms, but the tax revenue is still decreasing year by year, and the heavy tax burden has crushed the families without young and strong labor, leaving only women, children, and the elderly. The land of the freedmen was swallowed up by the nobles at a very low price, and after losing the land, the freedmen became outcasts and even slaves. Without the population, the land was largely deserted, and even the noble lands were in this situation.

Our lord is a remarkable, excellent archmage. He has a very high talent in magic, and he is the owner of the Spell Extension - the Magic Technique, and the Spell Penetration - the inventor of the Magic Technique. But he is not a qualified lord, he is not good at playing with power and scheming, and he is addicted to the magical world. Becoming an isolated member of the Mage's Guild due to his reluctance to share his supermagic skills, and his arrogance to attract freedmen to join him by exempting the realm from taxes for five years is too much fanfare, which seriously damages the interests of the nobles of the nearby territories and even the entire Violet Territory. He even rejected the request of the Holy Light Church to establish a church, mainly because the fat bishop had too many excessive demands.

After hundreds of freedmen arrived at the territory, the road outside the territory junction was blocked. The nobility began to fight back, prohibiting the passage of freemen, and the goods of the merchants were temporarily taxed. The aristocracy did not dare to completely offend the Chamber of Commerce, and all the Chamber of Commerce were inextricably linked with the interests of the great nobles.

There was an atmosphere of mourning in the castle, the eldest son of the lord had been assassinated a few days earlier, and the coffin had been transported to the territory a few days before, and only today it was replaced with a sarcophagus and carried into the cemetery. The sarcophagus was the standard for the nobility and knights, and the commoners used the wooden coffin, and it was nice for the slaves to have a shroud. The second son who was in a coma has not yet woken up, and the injury from the fall is just an illusion, and the old lord only understands that it is a soul injury after he finds out, and no matter what, there is a mage who is doing something in the dark. Without allowing the sad old mage to think too much, a woman's scream rang out, followed by a dull crash between people and the ground. The eldest daughter-in-law, Yelena, fell to the ground with a month-old baby in her arms, and the baby had a demon-breaking dagger stuck in her chest, and she was no longer breathing.

The old mage froze, and before he could react, a woman's roar erupted from the other side of the castle, and the entire castle seemed to be shaking, stronger than the warrior's roar skills, and then the castle "boom", the one-meter-thick wall on the second floor directly exploded a big hole, and along with the stones, there were two masked assassins wearing black matte leather armor. One chest cavity was missing, leaving only the spine with flesh and blood foaming connected to the limbs, and the other chest cavity was completely gone, and the little daughter-in-law Natasha slowly collapsed with a big belly. The old mage finally woke up and opened the magic tower protection array, covering the entire castle, and searching every inch of the castle for his soul. Command the servants to heal the wounded, clean up the dead, and so on.

The baby was placed in a small sarcophagus and sent to the cemetery, and the old mage was unable to return to heaven by all means. The old mage held the small sarcophagus alone and placed it beside his son's sarcophagus, and sat on the ground and wept bitterly. A family of seven, the wife died early, the children and grandchildren are now gone, the three are unconscious, and there is only a lonely old man, who is extremely desolate.

The sky was overcast, dark clouds rolled, rumbling thunder rang out, lightning connecting heaven and earth roared, not a drop of rain fell, and terrifying dense lightning poured down like rain. In the shrubs in the distance, several waves of masked people scattered far away, did not even react, and thunder and lightning washed the ground wave after wave until the bones were gone, and there was no trace at all.

The rainstorm came, washing the heavens and the earth, and washing away the sins of the world. The rain continued for seven days.