The breeze blew and gently lifted Rogers's silver hair, like a slowly swaying silver floc, shining faintly in the sun.

He calmly looked at Rekus with a hesitant face, frowned lightly for a moment, and did not immediately respond.

Over the ages, the aristocracy has developed a mature, tacit, and inter-game set of rules.

Once you break the rules, you are going against everyone who follows the rules, and either the people who break the rules have the overwhelming power to re-establish the rules, or they can only play in the original rules.

And Rekus's situation is by no means within the scope of what the rules of the game allow, even if the royal family hates itself to the bone, it should not do such a stupid thing.

Unless Frederick III had gone completely insane, completely disregarding his credibility in the eyes of both the imperial and non-imperial aristocracy.

After all, this kind of covert use of contracts, forcibly manipulating high-ranking officials in the great aristocratic families, and completely transgressing the traditional means, can only happen in the face of an all-out war of life and death, leaving behind dignity and glory.

"Alas, Uncle Rekus, take a deep breath, it might be a little uncomfortable."

Rogers stretched his arm out of the window, his fingers wide open, facing Rekus, and whispered in a caring and considerate voice.

"Young Master, I'm ......"

As soon as Rykus opened his mouth, he noticed that the blood in his body seemed to be ignited, boiling uncontrollably.

The blood in his body seemed to roar, like a herd of indulgent beasts, carrying a blazing fire that drove him into endless torment and torment.

It's hard to describe, it's not pain, but it's more maddening than pain, and with it, hypothermia and weakness in the body.

But in the blink of an eye, he only felt dizzy, his feet were weak, and his body couldn't stop falling to the ground.

The heavy armor made a crisp crashing sound, mixed with the echo of metal, which was unusually harsh.

Rogus gazed at Rekus, who was deprived of oxygen and fainting, and was silent for a moment, and called several knights who were nervously watching not far away, and asked them to take care of Rekus, and then continue to march as usual.

At the same time, he also used [Enlightening Miracle] to perceive the surroundings of the convoy and be alert to other accidents that may occur.

"It seems that the task of the Knight Commander is only to ask, and he always shows a tangled look when he comes to you, he should be deep down, and he doesn't want to betray Breed."

Alina looked at the knight who was accompanying her outside the window, and after raising the noise barrier, the corners of her mouth opened slightly.

"Do they want me to be a prophet or not......

Rogers asked as he leaned back against the soft cushions of the carriage, his head leaning out of the window, staring at the white clouds fluttering in the sky.

"If you're not, you can dispel their suspicions, and if you are, you can give them an excuse to unite against you.

"Whether it's a bad thing or a good thing for them, it's not a contradiction for them."

Alia's fingers flicked Rogeth's fluttering silver hair, whispering in response to his murmur.

"Well, people are really complicated."

Rogus sighed, straightened his back and pulled his head back into the carriage as the afterglow swept over Alice and Alina, and the wariness of Rekus grew stronger.

After activating the [Enlightenment Miracle], he could vaguely perceive that there was a vague aura of dark creatures, which was tracking his return convoy in the distance.

The aura was so faint that even Alina and Alice didn't even notice it to remind themselves that only miracles could vaguely perceive it.

He spread out his palms, the thoughts in his eyes were mixed, and he thought in his heart whether to take risks, try to pull out the other party, and attract other strong people to encircle and eliminate the other party.

Although his current ability was more than enough to protect himself, he still hated letting unclean things come with him.

But just as he was thinking, when the convoy was about to enter the Braid's territory, the aura seemed to suddenly stop, and gradually faded as the carriage moved.

In the evening, the trio returned to the Earl's Court and had dinner with the Counts of Breed and the Counts of Derwin.

Rogers then briefly spoke to Count Brad about the Captain, and then went back to the bedroom with Alina and Alice, and then informed them of what he had found on the way, and both of them were surprised at first, and then with a subtle complexity.

More than a year ago, when they went to deal with the Minor Calamity with the Second Prince, Rogers' detection and detection skills were still very weak, and he didn't show much of a sense of progress in this area later.

But in silence, they have been thrown far away.

The stronger Rutgers became, the less they could help Rogers, and the two of them thought about this issue in unison, falling into a subtle speechlessness.

Bell Bell Bell –

There was a knock at the door, and when Hans saw Rogers, he immediately conveyed the order of the Countess and Duchess of Breed to tell Rogers to speak.

"This is my bedroom from childhood to adulthood, so I hope you can get along well here when I'm not there, and don't fight."

Rogers paused before he could step out the door, and turned back to Alinor and Alice in a serious manner.

"I thought you used to live in the stargazing tower most of the time, but it was in the bedroom?" Alice's eyes widened unconsciously when she heard Rogers' instructions, as if she had heard some kind of news that subverted her past memories.

"When I met him, he did live on a stargazing tower all the time." Alina said slowly, with a look of reminiscing about the past.

The corners of Rutgers' mouth moved slightly, but he didn't debate it, and only after seeing that the two girls didn't want to clash, and getting a solemn promise from them, he continued to walk out of the bedroom.

Gradually, a deep silence permeated the room, and both Alina and Alice stood quietly in front of the tall window lattice.

There seems to be an invisible and insurmountable barrier between them, which keeps them silent and do not talk to each other.

The breeze flowed slowly through the open gap of the window, and the curtains on the side made a subtle grinding sound, supporting the two of them calmly.

"Are you a prophet?" Alice was silent for a while, her tone soft and slightly hesitant, and finally chose to ask directly.

"Yes." Alina's gaze did not move, and she replied without hesitation, and very simply acknowledged.

Alice's expression froze, as if time had stood still, and after a moment, she exhaled a long breath before continuing to ask, "What about Rogers?" ”

"I don't know, I can't read him." Alina shrugged her shoulders slightly as Rogers did, and replied in a perfunctory tone.

After a moment of silence, Alice gently pushed the window open, leaned over the window, and looked up at the sparkling starry sky like a sparkling diamond, and her thoughts drifted with the starlight.

"You once told me that you can't get back the water that goes into the yellow sand. Something, it's gone, it's just gone.

"No matter how hard you dig up, you can't find it back, just because it has fundamentally dissipated and no longer exists.

"At that time, I didn't care about your words at all, and I didn't even take them to heart, but as time went on, I suddenly understood what you meant.

"In the summer, when Rogers told me that he was going to fake his death, I could feel his indifference to the matter.

"In the past, Rutgers would definitely care about a lot of things, and he wouldn't be so casual and indifferent after making such a decision that can affect too many people."

Alice's eyes looking at the sea of stars showed a trace of deep melancholy and emotion, as if soaked in the heaviness of the past, and said slowly in an inexplicable tone.

She sighed softly and brushed a few strands of hair from her forehead, as if recalling some old time, some kind of memory that could not be touched.

Alina looked sideways at Alice, who was illuminated by the starlight, and the quiet haggardness, and then she also leaned over the window, her chin was lightly supported by the palm of her hand, staring at the distant sea of stars, and whispered slowly:

"But you know, when I first met him, he was more indifferent, more cold, and more careless than he is now.

"Even if you don't want to admit it, you should be able to perceive how tired he is in the face of you and his future fate, right?

"When I was with him, I often wondered if your brother had been more serious at that time, if I had not been by his side at first, and if he had not been by his side in the first place, and had used foreknowledge to make up for his lack of security, if he had not gone to St. Herte, but had been involved directly in politics or leading a cult......

"So will he turn into a real monster? An apocalypse that could truly turn the entire world upside down?

"After all, it is not surprising that a cunning fellow who can spy into the future, possess the wisdom of the times, hook up with the gods, and frantically seek security, can do anything for himself."

Alice was silent, her slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she listened intently to Aliana's narration, subtle expressions alternately on her face, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes touching, each change showing the surging of her heart.

When Alina finished speaking, she pursed her lips, and her eyes became deep and solemn, revealing an indescribable contradiction and confusion.

Her long hair fell like a feather on her shoulders, covering her face, as if to hide the turmoil in her heart, and she gently twisted the ends of her hair with her fingers, her shoulders slightly raised, as if she was enduring an indescribable pressure: "Is this so......"

After a long time, she suddenly let out a soft laugh, and her silky hair swayed gently with the laughter, which suddenly loosened the originally heavy and gloomy atmosphere.

"If that happens, he'll need me even more, right? After all, the influence and threat of a saint is far greater than that of a prophet who has not yet grown up.

"Aliana, you are such a terrible woman, if it weren't for the many times I remembered how many times Rogers had comforted and counseled me, I would have almost thought about whether I should stay away from Rogus to atone for my sins, and avoid bringing him more trouble."

Alice's eyes were crooked into crescents, her eyes shone brightly, her smile was pure, her tone was light and moving, and there was a kind of splendor between her eyebrows, and she turned her eyes playfully to Alina.

"Comfort and counseling? What did he comfort you? What's wrong with you? Alina's originally flat expression was slightly gloomy, and she continued to ask.

"It's mostly about me not needing to be overworked by the duties of the saint, and that he will definitely help me......

Alice crossed her fingers and talked about what Rogers had encouraged her on occasions when Alina had been absent, and after she had finished speaking, she concluded at the end of her sentence:

"Rogus will soon cease to be a lord, and your marriage is destined to dissipate with his plans, and you will no longer be able to use your fiancée to suppress me."

Listening to such harsh words, Alina's face was still calm, but there was already a slight anger in her amber eyes.

"Restless, right? Savor more taste, how many times have you been able to stop me from getting close to Rogus and stopping me from courting him, just because I'm a fiancée?

"Because this weak connection is about to be severed, that's why you're just saying those delusional thoughts that want to shake my mind, right?

"Calm and intelligent Alinayo, are you starting to get anxious? Are you so eager that you can't suppress it? ”

Alice's fingers flexed softly, and the flaxen hair was lowered behind her ears, revealing a kind of softness and serenity in her movements, but there was a hint of amusement in the look she looked at Alina.

In a way, Alice did guess right.

In recent times, especially since dealing with the catastrophe, Alice has become closer and closer to Rogers, and the time the two have spent together has begun to increase.

At first, she was able to rely on her fiancée's status to banish the mosquitoes and flies that surrounded Rutgers, but what about after faking her death? In what capacity can she continue to do what she is accustomed to?

"As Vice Chancellor Avery mentioned to me, the stars of the astrologers are starting to become darker than ever because of Rutgers, and the future is becoming more unpredictable.

"Nothing is permanent, nothing is flowing, you are not the only one who can eat apple pie all the time, sooner or later you will have to pay the price for your arrogance."

Seeing that Alina didn't react too much, Alice slowly stood up, holding her outstretched arms with her fingers together, expressing her emotions in a rare way, and the whole person suddenly became a lot lighter.

Alina squinted at the saint who seemed to be a little overly proud, the corners of her mouth curled up, and asked in a flat and gentle tone, without a trace of ripples:

"So, Holy Maiden, you know what apple pie tastes like, but do you know what Rogers tastes like?"

(End of chapter)