The atmosphere of the Scarlow market has not been weakened by this farce, but has become more noisy and lively because of the conversation.

Rutgers's deeds of leading his fiancée to Alice quickly swept the entire set.

"Hey! Old folks! Do you know what I see? Our infatuated young master has a fiancée! And brought his fiancée to Alice! ”

"I know! The big set has already spread! I heard that he was dissatisfied with the family marriage and specifically confessed to Alice to humiliate his fiancée! ”

"It's more than that! The Lord is going to forcibly pull Alice into the carriage in the street to have fun! ”

"Wrong! He obviously caught Kevin back! ”

"You know what! It was because Kevin tried his best to stop it that he was caught! ”

"You're all wrong! The Lord obviously wanted Alice to go home with him, and asked Alice and his fiancée to serve him together! ”

The sun was setting in the west, and the rumors were becoming more exaggerated.

Holding different versions, the melon-eating masses who thought they had mastered the truth stood in line and began to attack and refute each other, all of which were bound to let their "truth" dominate public opinion.

Back at Earl's Court, Rogers was unaware of these outrageous rumors.

At this time, he was standing at the crossroads in the flower garden at the back of the mansion with his hands in his hands, casually admiring the flowers swaying in the wind and enjoying the fragrance of flowers.

The wound on his head was also healed by a magician who was good at healing when he arrived at the mansion in a hurry.

There was not a single mark on his forehead, as if he had never been injured.

In the meantime, the Minister of Justice sent a servant to explain that the reason why the knights did not show up in time to protect Rogus was because they got lost while following Rogers, and the court had begun to discuss the knights' negligence.

This was all to coax him like a child, but he was not angry, and asked the servants who had come to report the news to the group of fellows in the earl's court as soon as possible with the information that Lufia Ogurides had appeared on the scene.

Rogers could understand the reason why these people did this, and before he woke up to his memory, he would probably only become bipolar after hearing the truth.

It's better to hide it, sort out all the information, and report it to his earl's father first.

"Our parents should be back tomorrow, are you ready to say goodbye?" Alina, who was strolling in, asked casually.

She had ever been scratched by Rutgers, and her temperament seemed to have suddenly returned to the impression she had when she first met.

Detached, cold, and rude.

"No, it doesn't matter, at most you'll be hoisted from the stargazing tower." Rogers replied boredly.

He didn't care about Aliana's changes, and it was better to solve Goldbach's conjecture than to speculate on the girl's changeable mind.

"Then why have you been standing here with him for so long?" Alina tucked the shredded hair from her forehead behind her ears and glanced at Kevin, who was lying at Rogers' feet.

Kevin's clothes were a little torn, but they were generally in good condition.

However, the bruise-purple scars were mercilessly all over his body, especially his face, which was swollen and raised, apparently experiencing a considerable degree of torture and pain.

This was not at the behest of Rutgers, but the result of the Minister of Peace arresting him for interrogation.

From this, we can see what kind of status and image Rogers has in the family.

"For no reason, I wanted to hire a trained doctor for him, but then I thought that there were some things that might be more beneficial to me by myself." Rogers slowly crouched down and pinched Kevin's midriff with his fingers.

"Rutgers......" Kevin barely opened his eyes, large and small, and shouted weakly.

Rogers looked at the miserable-looking other party and asked slowly:

"Did you know that the punch you punched me at the bazaar could kill me? You don't think you'd do anything about it, did you? Is there any other reason for this? ”

When Kevin heard the question, Rogers could still make out the look of surprise on his unrecognizable face, but then it was overshadowed by a determination.

"Then I really regret that I didn't make up for it...... As long as it keeps you from continuing to entangle...... Words that distress Alice...... "Kevin replied weakly and intermittently.

He tried to reach for Rogeth's collar, but the nail that was used to suppress his strength was struck into the joints of his torso, causing him unmatched pain.

The hand that had been raised was not halfway up before it fell to the ground weakly.

If the people of the Earl's Court dared to throw him in front of their own young master, it was impossible for them not to deal with and prepare accordingly.

Rogers got up and smiled, Kevin's answer perfectly satisfying his hypocrisy.

He didn't want to know if this was the other party's momentary words, but as long as he had malicious intentions towards him, then he could proceed with the next thing with peace of mind.

Now Rogers has only one thought in his heart, and that is to gain power.

A power that gives him absolute security, enough to take full control of his own destiny.

After searching through his memories of the game, Rogers recalls a ritual that has a chance of being awarded a prostitution bonus.

It doesn't even need any mana, it just needs to meet the corresponding symbol for it to be triggered.

Kevin, who happens to be a fitting sacrifice.

"Young master, I brought you what you wanted."

Hans, Rogers' personal attendant, hurried in with three maids.

The maids carried a wooden basin filled with water, a mirror slightly smaller than the diameter of the basin, and a blank parchment scroll.

Rogers told them to place the three items on the ground, then waved them away.

Alina asked Rogus a few times what he was going to do, but there was a long silence.

In this way, the two remained at a stalemate until the sun gradually sank into the horizon.

The sky glows a soft orange-red hue with subtle patches of pink and purple, and a tranquil twilight envelops the sky.

Rogers, who had been standing for a long time, slapped his legs a few times, then he put the mirror into the basin, soaked the parchment roll in the basin, and finally said slowly to Kevin beside him:

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be near-death?

"Anyone who has ever died knows that it's a very contradictory feeling.

"There is a great terror between life and death, and there is also an incomparably beautiful and tranquil temptation, as if to tell you that all your troubles are coming to an end."

Rogers said as he grabbed Kevin by the collar at the back of his neck and jerked him up.

"But eventually, you're going to be consumed by an instinct that frantically drives you to struggle, to force you to survive, to get any chance you can continue to exist."

As soon as the words fell, Rogers suddenly pressed Kevin's entire face into the water, and kept muttering:

"It's time for the devil."

"Crossroads."

"A mirror within a mirror."

"A wordless parchment."

"Drowning creatures."

"An irrepressible fate."

"All the elements have been gathered, and in the name of Rogers Breed, this absurd, boring, and tedious drama is dedicated to the bottomless serpent."