In the gloomy alley, the gray light came from the far alley entrance, and the hurried footsteps, intertwined words, distorted flutes and singing voices of pedestrians outside the alley mixed together, followed by the faint light and poured in.

Alice crouched quietly at the end of the alley, her knees in one hand and the two orbs in her hands rubbing the other, which seemed to capture the reflection of the shimmering light in the alley, and the transparent material was tinged with a hazy color.

Her ears reverberated with the cultists' shouts calling Rogus the Son, and images of the cultists bowing down to Rogus in front of her.

"Look after him and guide him, this is my responsibility that I cannot escape......"

With an inaudible whisper, the girl clasped her legs tightly and lowered her head so that her face was buried in her knees along with the mask on her face.

Vice Principal Avery's advice began to pop back into her mind, making her want to banish all this mess from her thoughts for a while.

"Yo, will our Holy Maiden still have such a helpless side? If you let your fans see it, I'm afraid it will be heartbroken to death. ”

A soft banter sounded in the alley, and Alice slowly raised her head when she heard this, and a girl dressed in the same uniform as herself came into view.

"Looks like you're happy." Alice's tone was calm and soft, without superfluous mood swings or half of the ups and downs.

Although she couldn't see Alina's expression, from the other party's relaxed posture and the feedback from her intuition, she could clearly perceive the other party's joy at the moment.

"Yes, there are some." Alina didn't deny it, she untied the tether of her black robe, unhurried it off, revealing the uniform of Hilmy Academy, and then took off her mask and stuffed it into the canvas bag she was carrying crossbody.

When she shook her head slightly and straightened her long snow-white hair, the corners of her mouth pursed into a subtle smile, she moved her gaze to Alice, and continued: "But looking at your appearance, it seems to be very entangled." ”

"It has nothing to do with you." Alice slowly got up and looked at the orb in her hand again, showing no desire to continue talking.

A quiet atmosphere permeates the alleys, with only the noise of the outside wafting through.

Click-

When the first bead shattered into powder, both of them instantly cheered up, and Alice slowly raised her left hand, which was wearing a silver ring on her ring finger.

When the second orb shattered, she immediately poured magic into the silver ring, and silver threads poured out of the ring, forming a giant egg with intricate patterns, but in an instant, the giant egg dissipated in an instant, and Rogus's figure was revealed from it.

"The Pantheon is coming, and there will be it during the day~"

Rogers crossed his fingers, stretched hard, and looked up at the sky that was gradually brightening, and the simple pattern in the air that appeared in the shape of a giant eye manifested by intricate graphics and texts.

"Showing a courtesy of this scale, even if it is as grand as a pantheon, it should be distressing, it is really valued." Alina took Rogers' black robe and mask and stuffed it into her bag with emotion.

"It's okay, it looks far worse than the time in the East, and it should be a concern for civilians, so it's not very good in terms of reaction speed or scale."

Rogers shrugged slightly, took Alice's black robe and mask, and stuffed it into Alina's cross-body bag.

This time, he not only wanted to use the Pantheon to remove the source of the curse, but also wanted to test the Pantheon's feedback on the appearance of the miracle of kingship.

As Alina said, this scale of courtesy is indeed enough to reflect the importance and courtesy that the Pantheon attaches to him, the chosen one.

If it weren't for the fact that Alina didn't make the slightest stop, but instead made a small move to advance, coupled with the time-tracking bonus and the hidden shelter of the gods of the bottomless pit to protect the bottom, he really wouldn't dare to test it so easily.

But even so, under the light of the high-level reconnaissance magic at the moment, he still didn't dare to take out the magic guide book to access the items.

The three of them walked out of the alley in such a grand manner, and when they met the members of the Pantheon who occasionally walked by in a hurry, they would take the initiative to stop and salute Alice and ask questions.

Alice also followed Rogers' previous instructions, saying only that she had heard from elsewhere that there were a large number of cultists in the wizarding market, and wanted to see if she could do her part to try to eliminate them.

Rightfully so, the members of the Pantheon remonstrably admonished them about how reckless such an act was, and repeatedly told them that it would be better to leave local affairs to them.

By the time he returned to the manor, it was also a lot of trouble, with people dressed in Pantheon ritual robes coming and going, and Earl Hutton's expression was even more tired.

Hutton is the most important trade-oriented, and Pantheon's move will inevitably cause a short-term trade turmoil, and he must ask for a reason, even compensation, for this.

Moreover, his daughter and Parsima also fainted suddenly and inexplicably for some reason, which added to his anxiety, so he did not talk much to Rogers and the others, and ordered the attendant to lead them to the bedroom, and then went to continue to be busy.

……

Four large beds were put together, and that was the answer delivered by Earl Hutton.

Rogers sighed inwardly as he went to the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled the curtain back with his magic to hide the glare from the window.

His mind was thinking about the foundation laying ceremony of the silver personality given to him by the gods of the bottomless pit, which was not a promotion ceremony, but it would greatly improve the foundation of his promotion.

Even as long as the groundbreaking ceremony is completed, he has the strength to compete with the Silver Beginner in all aspects.

It's just that this ritual is a little troublesome, it requires the sacrifice of 666 bronze creatures, and it needs to be performed by his own hands.

"There are at least 40 million offspring per hair, and I don't know if this can be counted into the category of living beings."

He pinched his chin and couldn't help but start thinking wildly.

Rufia and Alina described Eunice's fainting, and after a few more small talks, Alina expertly entered the bathroom and prepared to wash up in the usual order.

Poor Rufia was given a bunch of test questions, and was forced into a state of contemplation while sitting on a desk against the wall.

"Rogers ......" Alice called softly as she walked to the window and looked at Rogers' contemplative appearance.

"Huh? What's the matter? Rogers came back to his senses and asked Alice with a smile.

The other party's expression at this time made him slightly stunned, the girl's lips in front of him pursed, her eyes continued to wander and flash, and her hands involuntarily grasped the hem of her clothes, looking hesitant and confused.

It's been a long time since he'd seen Alice look like this, and the last time it seemed was when he wanted to forcibly take Alice to the Green Valley before he met Alina.

Every time she can't make a choice and doesn't know how to speak, Alice will always get used to it.

"As I told you, you can live your life on your own terms, and there is no problem with that, and there is no need to be what everyone expects.

"I will also help with things like protecting the world, I don't need to force myself too tired, if there is anything I want to say, I want to ask, I want to vent, I can pour it out, I don't have to hold back my digestion all the time, just make myself suffer."

Rogers reached out and caressed Alice's head, his tone full of sincere concern, like a kind elder.

He has seen too much of Alice's confessions from the plot, and he also understands how much psychological pressure this child has after bearing the name of a saint.

The so-called fairy tale of the protagonist saving the world, when it really falls into reality, it is accompanied by more than just applause and glory.

And unlike Alina, who was reincarnated and Alina, who had foreknowledge, Alice's psychology was really just a fourteen-year-old child.

Alice lowered her head slightly, her brows flushed with steadiness and ease, and she suddenly felt that it was too naïve to be entangled with Rogers's identity.

"But you are the Holy Son of the Cult, and I am the Holy Maiden, if I follow my own ideas, I will arrest you and find a place to lock you up, is it also what you expect me to do?"

She raised her hand and grabbed Rogess's palm to prevent him from leaving, her eyebrows and eyes smiling gently, and the corners of her lips curled slightly.

"Then you have to be able to catch me, I know your temperament, and you won't be frightened by the name of a saint." Rogge tried to withdraw his hand, but Alice kept holding him tightly.

"Don't underestimate me, I can catch it!" Alice's expression was resolute, and her voice seemed firm and powerful.

Rogers shrugged slightly, he didn't care about it, but when he wanted to pull his hand harder, the scene on his side made him subconsciously activate the [Enlightenment Bonus], which immediately accelerated his thinking.

The world he perceived was slowed down in an instant.

Alina, whose hair was still wet, was kicking over, and Rogers could see that the plain white nightdress on the other party was very messy, and it seemed that she was wearing it in a hurry.

At the same time, he had time to look at more places, and felt that Alina seemed to be very fond of white, and liked to wear white inside and out.

After a moment's recollection, he found that Alice had finished turning around, and there was a gust of air current.

Bang –

The air flow was instantly swallowed by the white flame of the Mobius ring, and Alina landed steadily in front of Alice, her words full of annoyance and sarcasm:

"Is the world's favor here to help you do this?"

Her perks didn't foresee Alice's actions at all, and the only explanation was that Alice had been activating the perk just now, and it had a stronger effect than in the spell duel to interfere with her precognition.

"If that's called the next work, then what are your past actions?" Alice looked at the white flames that were gradually dissipating, and replied coldly with disdain.

Seeing that something was wrong, Rogus silently retreated to his desk, reached out and grabbed Rufia's shoulder, slowly pulling her up, and then letting her stand in front of him.

Lufia grabbed the test paper and quill in her hand, looked back at Rogers with an inexplicable expression, and then turned her head to look at Alice and Alina, who were constantly arguing with each other by the window.

"I suspect that kick was coming at my waist." Rogers frowned and said something that made Rufia even more confused.

He patted Rufia on the shoulder and asked very sincerely, "Don't let them really fight and tear down the bedroom, I'll go wash up first." ”

With that, he walked briskly to the bathroom, ready to wash away his fatigue.

……

The sun rose on time in late spring, and there was no longer a shadow of reconnaissance in the sky.

Rogers yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes, and he guessed that only Rufia had had a good night's sleep in the entire manor last night.

After everyone had washed up, he kept reviewing various excuses with the cold-faced Alina and Alice to ensure that they could speak in unison when facing the Pantheon's cross-examination, resulting in a sleepless night.

This morning, Rogers changed into a solemn gown with the help of Alina, who was also dressed in a gown, and the two of them went together to the small parlor prepared by the Earl of Hutton, waiting for the visit of the representatives of the Santas, the nomads who were preparing to move to the green valley.

"I'll leave it to you." Rogers leaned back on the couch and took a sip of the black tea brought by the waiter, and said to Alina, who was beside him.

Alina looked indifferent, and didn't mean to reply, just glanced coldly at Rogers.

After a while, the door of the living room opened, and the two people outside the door walked in turn.

The former is a young man with conspicuous blond hair, the other party is wearing a dress, the eyebrows are slender and neat, the eyes are deep and calm, the nose bridge is straight, the appearance is very similar to the second prince, and the temperament seems very cold.

The latter appears to be of similar age to the former, with long, curly dark brown hair, and wears a loose-fitting robe of mixed and bright colors, with a cotton turban wrapped around his head.

His skin is slightly dark, his eyes are sharp and flamboyant, and his extremely thin lip line makes people subconsciously guess that the other party may be a little arrogant and mean.

"No need to be polite, sit down, I heard about the conflict between the Santa clan and the eastern border, so I thought about coming and seeing, and I also wanted to help find an answer that can satisfy both parties."

The first prince who walked in front of him raised his hand slightly, signaling Rogus and Alina, who had stood up, to continue to sit down, and at the same time introduced the young patriarch of the Santa clan on their side, Arkan.

The two sat across a low table on the couch across from Rogers.

Accurate.

This is the feeling that Rogers had when he saw Pertus in person, a very inexplicable, but extremely clear, intuitive sense of resistance.

Rogers and Alina, as representatives of the East, then engage in lengthy social rhetoric with Arkan and Pertus.

It's just that this standard aristocratic opening sentence seems to be a little unfamiliar to Alkan, and even makes him unabashedly reveal a touch of irritability and disdain.

Combing through his thoughts, Rogus looked at Arkan's appearance, muttering to himself why the Santa clan would send such an unstable child to decide such a big matter.

Could it be that the patriarch of the other party also had the same brain pumping as his own father, or because he was too young as a baron, so he let this young patriarch come for the sake of social reciprocity.

"We are sympathetic to the plight of the Santa people, but at the same time extremely troubled, as this migration is likely to disturb the ...... of the people under the rule of the East."

After the social rhetoric, Alina spoke sincerely about the views and concerns of the lords of the East.

Although her tone showed enough politeness and sincerity, as if she really thought from the position of the Santa clan, her words were also mixed with things such as Lord XX was very impulsive and had begun to recruit mercenaries, and Lord XX had been plundered by other nomads, so he held great hatred.

If it weren't for the suppression of Earl Breed and Earl Derwin, the situation would have quickly slipped into a bad situation and so on.

Controlling morality, showing goodwill, exaggerating crises and invisibly exerting pressure, Rogers listened again and again, obediently acting as a ruthless echoing machine.

Much of the information Alina said was clearly sifted, some he knew and some he had never heard of.

From the initial ridicule and indifference, to hearing some uncertain news and the names of certain people, Alkan's expression slowly became gloomy, and his brows tightened.

It wasn't just Arkan whose expression had changed significantly, but Poltus's expression gradually focused, revealing a strange color in his eyes.

"Lord Rutgers, do you have anything to add?" Alina's words faded and she turned to look at Rogess.

"No, what you think is what I think." Rogers frowned slightly at Poltus' reaction, chuckling and putting his arm around Alina's shoulder, showing trust in her.

(End of chapter)