Located on the western side of the Empire's eastern borders, the Greenland is rich in abundance and life, and is the largest and finest granary and pasture in the east.

It is surrounded by majestic mountains on the west and south sides, and the clouds and mist between the mountains form a spectacular landscape.

Next to the rolling mountains are vast and fertile land, flower-filled grasslands, clear streams, herds of cattle and sheep, and galloping horses.

Rogers returned to the Earl's Court to catch up with his parents for a few days, and then made a beeline for the Barony of Molotan in the Green Valley, which was also the territory he currently inherited that belonged to the Breed Domain.

Instead of going to the baron's mansion, he was not very happy to deal with the many vassals and squires in the realm, but chose to live in a small villa.

He was accompanied only by Alina, who Alice said would be there in a few days, while Rufia would see when she could convince her parents.

The sunlight sprinkled gently on the grass in the backyard of the villa like silk, showing the details of each grass clearly and realistically, the breeze flowing, and the blades of grass dancing slightly, showing the rhythm of nature and the vitality of life.

Dressed in a white half-sleeved shirt and black knee-length shorts, with monocles buttoned down his eyes, Rogers sat cross-legged on the grass and read the Sage's Codex from the Wizard Book with his eyes down.

"This word is translated by the current emperor Chinese as animistic philosophy, and it is a comprehensive word that mainly refers to the connection and interaction between spirit and nature, so the meaning of this passage should be to tell ......"

Alina, dressed in a white dress, leaned her legs against Rogers, reading the Codex with him, occasionally helping to answer any questions he asked.

The two of them were enveloped in a bright atmosphere, constantly interpreting the wisdom from the sages of the previous generations.

As a gust of wind blew Elena's long snow-white hair, Hans also hurried to Rogers' side, and opened his mouth to report:

"Young master, the goddess of the Santan clan is here, she is waiting in the living room, and the guards accompanying her have been arranged by me in the pavilion in the front yard."

Hearing this, Alina slowly frowned, and a slight displeasure flashed in her slightly closed eyes, as if she was feeling unhappy about interrupting the immersive atmosphere.

Rogers closed the book and melted it back into the void, he got up and patted his buttocks, his chin slightly raised.

He then went with Alina to a sparsely decorated living room.

The goddess, who was sitting on the couch, quickly got up when she saw the comer, and made a standard audience to Rogers.

"You can call me Izriel, thank you for allowing me to visit."

Izriel was a slender maiden, her long, waterfall-like dark brown hair tied up at the back of her neck, a hair ornament made of flowers and feathers, and a soft linen robe wrapped diagonally in a robe embroidered with the eagle totem and the sun and moon.

The other party's skin is fair, not at all like the nomadic feeling of being exposed to the wind and sun, the dark eyes are as calm as a mirror lake, and the beautiful face exudes a trace of divine brilliance that seems to be innate.

"It's also my honor to meet you, so I don't have to be polite." Rogers stroked his chest slightly and motioned for the other to sit down, while he and Alina sat on the couch opposite.

On a low round table between the three of them is a steaming black tea, as well as a variety of refreshments.

Rogers suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and he noticed that both the goddess and Alina seemed to be staring at each other, as if they were engaged in some kind of struggle.

Each large nomadic group will have its own goddesses, these goddesses will assume a part of the functions of prophets, they will inherit the precious wisdom left by the goddesses of the past, control the sacrificial power in the clan, and have a certain amount of parliamentary power.

Izriel doesn't seem to be much older than Rogers, but the other party's age is actually seventeen years old, but the special nature of the goddess makes her grow up much slower than ordinary people, and she also has a longer lifespan than ordinary people.

"I know that Arkan can't be your match, so I beg you to decline this rude invitation to ride, which won't damage any of your glory."

After a while, Izriel folded her hands on her knees and spoke in a pleading tone.

When Rogers raised his hand to hold his monocle and was about to ask with a confused face why he didn't try to persuade Arkan, Alina next to him interjected, "This goddess is lying, she doesn't think you can win Arkan." ”

Izriel subconsciously wanted to open her mouth to refute something, but under Alina's sarcastic gaze, she finally chose to be quiet.

"But she can't divinate a clear future, so she should be afraid of the unknown, I guess she came here this time, mainly to test you." Alina continued to add to Rogus without mercy.

Is this homophobic? Or is there some other reason?

Rogers didn't refute Aliana's remarks in disregard of etiquette, but just reached out and rubbed his chin slightly, carefully observing the goddess's reaction.

"I can decline the invitation, but again, if you ask someone to help, you always have to give some benefits, so can you answer a few questions from me?"

As he spoke, he silently activated the [Enlightenment Bonus] to strengthen the [Liqi Bonus], waiting for the other party's Q&A.

Izriel's eyebrows furrowed, and she didn't agree, she didn't refuse, she just remained silent.

"You ...... thing," Rogers sighed, and after making sure of something, he looked sideways at Alina.

After Alina showed her ability to lie detector and similar foresight, Izriel must have been suspicious of what he had just asked, so she didn't rashly choose to respond, after all, she had Alina by her side, and what questions did she have to ask the goddess.

And the fact that Alina has the power of foreknowledge cannot be known to outsiders, after all, the divination of the goddess is only within the ordinary divination witchcraft, and Alina's performance just now is much stronger than ordinary divination.

Therefore, he will definitely have a certain hostility towards Izril in order to protect Alina in his heart.

"What's wrong with me?" Alina asked softly, turning her head to look over.

"Not really, it's good." Rogers immediately replied that now that the other party had experienced the groundbreaking ceremony, he was higher in rank than himself, and he needed to avoid his edge.

However, the world is impermanent, and after he has laid the foundation, he will let Alina know what the ups and downs of fate are.

Izriel calmly watched the conversation between the two people in front of her, but she felt as if she could hear her own heartbeat, and her heart became more and more uneasy and nervous.

She regretted it, regretted coming to this place without permission.

There was definitely something hidden in Rutgerth Breed's question, and it wasn't until this moment that her spiritual sense was alerted to the danger.

Alina seems to have similar divination abilities to hers, and she foresees that the other person's future will be blurred instead of being related to Rutgers, but will be changing rapidly and chaotically.

This snow-white girl with long hair has a stronger anti-peeping mechanism for her own fate than herself......

"Goddess of the Santans, I really hope that we can work together, because I don't want to see the people you lead destroyed." Rogers looked back at Izriel, his face sincere, and his tone of concern concerning.

[Izriel launches a lie detector spell on you, and the Ignorance Bonus is passively triggered, please choose whether to pass the judgment or not.] 】

[The polygraph method has passed, and the above words are not lies.] 】

Looking at the pop-up prompt box in front of him, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, and continued in a gentle tone:

"I am blessed with miracles and privileges, and I have inherited the wisdom of the sages of the ages.

"I have performed the oracles of the gods and pushed the gods into the pit.

"I have traveled to a future that the prophets have never glimpsed of, and I will lead all beings to the world I envision.

"Countless will spit on me, countless will fear me, and countless will worship me.

"With such a me, do you think Arkan has any hope of victory? Is it possible for the Santans to win?

"If you don't want the Santan to be devoured in the future I have created, then cooperate with me, and I will generously allow the Santan to survive."

Although the spirit of the game is outrageous, it is still a god; Although I only got some codex content, it was the wisdom of the sage after all; Although it only promoted the increase in productivity, it was more or less a way to bring the creatures to the future world he envisioned; Although the so-called devouring refers to the way of life......

Although there was a little bit of water in his words, they were all true.

Because of Alina's willfulness, the other party has developed a strong defensive mentality, so Rogers feels that he must make a big one at once and use the bonus to completely control the other party immediately.

When Izriel was sure that it wasn't a lie, her eyes widened and her lips quivered, not knowing what to say.

"My patience is limited, please quickly choose whether to agree or not, this is my last mercy, otherwise ......" The smile on Rogers' face gradually faded, and at the same time, he used [Liche Bonus] to stir up the other party's emotions.

Izriel's eyes revealed a trace of confusion and worry, and her expression was struggling and confused, and a huge wave had already stirred up in her heart.

She didn't understand how Rutgers did it, these words were completely beyond her comprehension, and this could not be a feat that "man" could do.

But this is all true, there is no trace of the spell being modified, if the other party has the strength to easily modify the spell without letting her perceive it, there is no need to tell such an outrageous lie.

"I want you to keep your word......" Izriel replied with difficulty as she watched Rogers' smile disappear completely, knowing she had no choice.

In an instant, intricate dark purple lines snaked in her spirit and soul, engraved with an inscription representing the establishment of the contract.

"You made a wise choice." Rogers bowed his head in satisfaction, then continued:

"If I'm not mistaken, the goddesses have inherited the wisdom of the goddesses of the past generations since they were born, but in order to ensure that their spirits are not overwhelmed, they will use secret methods to seal them in their spirits, and slowly uncover them as their strength grows.

"I have just confessed to you the secrets, please keep them sealed, and you must not recall them without my permission.

"You just have to remember one thing in the future, what I ask you to do, you'd better obey, after all, you don't want the Santan clan to suffer misfortune, do you?"

As he spoke, he was also thinking in his mind, if Izriel presides over the sacrifice and mixes a little material from the Discord Abyss, it should have a good effect, and there is a succubus from the Discord Abyss sealed in the magic guide book.

I only hope that the Santans can be a little more interesting, and that Arkan can obediently withdraw from the green valley after his defeat.

Under the coercion of the contract, Izriel had no room to refuse, and after she sealed the few words, Rogus inquired a few more about the internal situation of the Santans, and waved him away.

Alina stared at Izriel's back as she walked in vain, a look of satisfaction on her face.

Fear, as long as fear, no other superfluous emotions are needed......

She picked up the cup on the low table and blew lightly, letting the aroma of the black tea spread through the air, and then savored it elegantly.

"Satisfied?" Rogers picked up a pastry with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, and munched on it, asking vague questions.

"Uh-huh~" Alina put the teacup back on the table, her eyebrows slightly raised, and she made a soft sound.

After filling their stomachs a little, Rogus went to the large open space in the front yard, and after summoning Hans, he laid out the grain and fruit in large wooden boxes in the magic book, and instructed him to distribute the food to the lords, who were often harassed by the nomads, and said that when the nomads returned, they could ask the lords to offer to hand over the grain in exchange for peace.

When he had finished speaking, he and Alina went back to the lawn in the backyard and read the Sage's Codex again.

……

Accompanied by two stout guards in animal skins, Izriel rode his tall steed slowly towards the Santan camp on the edge of the green valley.

She looked up at the clear blue sky, and looked down at the vast and beautiful green fields, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Lady God! Why didn't you tell me to go to that despicable man? ”

Dressed in short-sleeved sackcloth, Arkan rode directly in front of Izriel, and when he tightened his horse's leash to a halt, he asked a slightly annoyed question.

"You are not qualified to ask me to report everything to you." Izriel continued to hold the rope forward, without any intention of stopping, but replied softly in a complicated tone.

Arkan looked at the subtle expression on the goddess's face, and when he heard this inexplicable tone, he froze in place for a moment.

He had never seen a noble priestess look like this, and when he came back to his senses a little, he ignored the two guards who saluted him, but drove his horse to Izriel's side, and continued to ask:

"Did anything happen when you saw that Rutgers?"

Izriel's expression was stunned for a moment when she heard the question, and a moment of entanglement appeared on her face, and then she shook her head slightly, and said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with you." ”

"Unrelated? How can it have nothing to do with me?! I'm the young patriarch of Santan! A strong uneasiness rose in Alkan's heart, and he tightened his grip on the reins, stared straight at Izriel, and gritted his teeth:

"I ask you in the name of the young patriarch, this is about the future of my clan, if you still remember the duties of the goddess, please tell me the details."

Izriel's eyebrows condensed slightly, and there was an unconcealable struggle on her face, and finally closed her eyes and replied, "I just met him, and then we talked a few words." ”

Arkan reached out and grabbed the reins of the horse under Izriel, his forehead bruised, his eyes fixed on Izriel's cheeks, and he tried to suppress his breath: "Did he do anything to you?" ”

"Don't ask anymore! Even if you are a young patriarch, you can't disrespect me so much! Izriel's brow furrowed, her face frosty, her eyes grim with admonishment.

With a wave of her hand, she opened Arkan's palm, tightened her reins, whistled, and drove her horse forward.

Alkan didn't chase after him, but let the horse under his crotch slowly move forward, he slowly raised his arm, looked at the position where he had just been beaten with a stunned look, and whispered in his mouth:

"Izriel, do it to me......"

His mind kept replaying the scene of Fang Cai, and Izriel didn't look like he was answering directly.

If it was information about the Santan tribe, it would be absolutely impossible for the goddess to be so evasive.

As he thought about it, the filthy sentences that Rogers wrote back to him came to his mind one by one.

The muscles on Arkan's face contorted with anger, his teeth clattered, and his eyes shot a fierce and hateful light.

His face was flushed, and he raised his fist and slammed it on the horse's back.

The horse's body shuddered suddenly, and its body leaned back sharply, letting out a terrible scream.

"Rutgers Breed! I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you! ”

Arkan's legs were clamped around the horse's body, his eyes were blood-red, and his voice was full of resentment and ferocity, and he let out a beastly roar.

(End of chapter)