In the corner of the flower garden in the backyard of the Earl's Court, stands an elegant gazebo.

It is made of white marble, with a vaulted roof decorated with delicate patterns, surrounded by intricately carved balustrades, and open rooms on all sides to enjoy the comfort of the breeze.

The pavilion is surrounded by a variety of precious flowers and plants, the bright flowers exude a faint fragrance, and the vines spread over the railing, forming a green fence.

Rogers sat in the gazebo, sniffing the flowers in the breeze and feeling the refreshment on his skin.

Wind, among the four symbolic origins, is the most intangible, the most insubstantial, the most infinite, and the most uncertain.

It has both hot and cold, sparse as fire, and dense as clouds, water, earth, and stones.

There are even sages who directly compare it to chaos, saying that its gathering and dispersion constitute all things in the world.

However, Rogers only felt that this wind at the moment made the years become long, and time seemed to be frozen in this ethereal, making people feel a sense of comfort and enjoyment.

The wind brings the sound of the murmuring of water from afar, and the birds sing merrily among the treetops, as if composing a hymn to this beautiful summer day.

However, the Earl and Lady of Breed, who sat next to Rogers, completely ignored the wind.

"I thought it would be a while......"

Earl Breed's eyes were deep, and he stared at Rogers, the little fellow who had once been a coquettish man, but now he had grown so tall that he could no longer look down.

He had this premonition when he heard that Rogers was sponsoring the public school to offer a magic course, but the emotional bond still prevented the earl from thinking deeply about it.

"The world outside the pavilion is moving so fast that I have to go ahead of it in order to accomplish my goal."

Rogers saw that although the corners of his father's mouth were smiling, a closer look could reveal that his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed reluctance and worry.

Mrs. Breed gently took Rogers into her arms, snuggled him as if she had been a child, and described her affection with a wordless hug.

"Can't you come back?" Her voice was hoarse, and she asked questions in a soft voice that she couldn't bear to endure.

"When my brother or sister is born, I will find a way to come back once if the situation allows." Rogers replied softly.

There is no shortage of intelligent people in this world, and after he has dealt with the catastrophe of the wind, he will inevitably make all kinds of associations with the name "prophet".

After all, this chain of events cannot be prevaricated by luck or coincidence, and Rogers becoming a prophet is not a bad thing for the vast majority of those who are hostile to him.

He didn't want to cause endless trouble to his parents because of himself, and he himself also needed to create an isolated environment in order to start his plan.

Mrs. Breed hugged harder and harder, as if to convey all her love and blessings to Rogers.

The curtain on the side of the pavilion is driven by the wind, making a soft rustling sound, and the sunlight casts dappled light and shadow through the dome of the pavilion, falling on the ground to form beautiful spots of light, and together with the wind, blurring everything in the pavilion.

……

The four majestic horses craned their necks and let out a low, powerful neigh.

As the riders grasped the reins and leaned back slightly, the horses began to leap in unison, tapping the ground regularly and making a sound of hooves.

Rogers sat on the right side of the carriage, elbows resting on the edge of the window, his eyes calmly looking out the window at the gradual acceleration of the speed.

In addition to him, there were Alice, Alina, and Rufia in the car, both of whom ran out with Rogers without telling their parents.

The vampire was told by Rogers to hide, and only summoned him when he needed it, and the events of the Wind Catastrophe were not suitable for too much involvement.

The three girls seemed to be able to feel Rogess's indescribable emotions, so they didn't say anything, quietly looking out the window together, looking at the distant scene.

Time flew by, and the four of them rushed to the western realm through the teleportation white tower, and when they walked out of the teleportation array, they did not look for the carriage again, but under the leadership of Rogers, the wind flew up and rushed towards the destination.

Rufia's flying magic was not yet mastered, so Rogers carried it on his back and looked down on the endless grassland.

The grass is yellow, as if it has been dried by the sun, the horizon in the distance is blurred, and the grassland is glued to the blue and clear sky.

The Wind Plague is completely different from the previous three plagues, and the difficulty in dealing with it is not due to external causes, but because it has grown extremely powerful in its own right.

It is only because of the nature of the symbol of the wind, coupled with its moderate residence, that the world did not even notice its existence until it completely exploded.

"Let's go down." Rogers whispered, and the four of them landed together.

As soon as they stood on the grass, a clear and quiet feeling enveloped several people, no wind, no voices, only the sound of heartbeat echoing in their ears.

The grassland in silence reveals a kind of loneliness and desolation, as if it were a forgotten and imprisoned world.

"Later, after I draw out the Wind Catastrophe, I will follow the plan rehearsed before, first expel a large area, and then you help me block the follow-up attacks, and I will devour them.

"If the surrounding High Priest of the Pantheon arrives sooner than expected because of the noise, Alice will tell him that everything is going well, in case the other party interferes......"

Rogers recounted the plan he had worked out several times in advance, but in the middle of his sentence, his eyes suddenly froze and went straight into the distance.

If it weren't for his caution, after entering the Western Realm, he would have been exerting his strength to keep the [Enlightenment Bonus] running, and he would not be able to effectively spot the guy who was snooping on the far side of the horizon.

"Is it a miracle? People who hold miracles by virtue of their merits at this age, looking at all the history, can be called amazing. ”

With a slightly slow applause, a hooded gray-robed figure appeared in front of several people in the blink of an eye.

The other party's face was covered with a pure white mask, the delicate carving on the mask made the eyes close slightly, and the corners of the mouth were slightly upturned downward, as if silently telling sadness and sorrow.

The texture of the mask is delicate and even, the smooth surface reflects a faint light, and a pair of pale gray eyes are faintly visible behind the two gaps.

"I have had many names and titles, and the earliest names have long since faded over time, and you can call me a mourner."

The grief was extremely tall, and when he reached the front of him, Rogers and the others had to look up before they could meet him.

Coupled with the other party's means of moving out of thin air just now, he completely has the level of the golden rank, which invisibly adds a lot of oppression.

"Do you have an MONOCULUS? For example, when you activate a very powerful skill, you will shout some lines such as destroying reality and smashing the world? ”

Rufia looked at the grief curiously, and after looking at her eyes for a few moments, she asked out with curiosity.

"Huh?" The grief was visibly stunned, and then replied to Rufia in a deep tone:

"Language does have its power, the power of the tongue to influence the world, our words are not just a sound, but they are constantly vibrating and spreading in the dark, affecting what people can know and what they cannot know.

"The boy with whom you are friends should be well aware of this, and his search for language is unprecedented."

Rufia listened to it again and again, especially when the other party mentioned Rogers, her face was even more determined:

"I see, no wonder the way you appear and how you claim to be so familiar, it turns out that you are the same as Rutgers, the same ...... That performative personality that Rogers said! ”

She made an assessment as if she had seen everything, and at the same time cast an inquiring look at Rogers as to whether she was right or not.

"Hmm...... Or maybe they have been traumatized in some way, and when they can't explain reality, they tend to be closed and isolated, and they prefer to wear masks when talking to people. ”

Rogers nodded slightly in admiration, and although he did not approve of Rufia's inference, he also made a partial affirmation.

When Alice heard the conversation between the two, her original wariness and nervousness were also relieved a lot at this moment, and even a smile on her cheeks showed that she was holding back.

"Rutgers Breed! I am here because I value your talents, because you have a situation similar to mine, and because you have a similar experience, so I show you the way to follow! ”

The grief seemed to have been humiliated, and his tone was filled with annoyance, but at the same time he seemed to be trying to maintain his tone, as if he didn't want Rogers to feel frivolous.

"Similar encounters? What kind of similar encounters? ”

Rogers also retracted his thoughts, and he hadn't told Alice much about the Sadder, because all he had learned through the game was a brief overview of the story and how to deal with the combat.

He really didn't expect that even if the grief went to seek the Holy Son of the cult, he would still be able to touch the head of him, a "sage".

"Your presence here is a testament to the nature of your prophet, and I, who have been a prophet in the past, have helped the saints as you did.

But you have not yet felt the deep malice of the world, and you do not know what the prophet represents.

"The prophet always carries with him an arrogance in grasping the future, arrogance in contempt for crisis.

"My presence, for example, can disrupt your plans for a calamity, and let you know that even a prophet cannot see all that is possible."

The grief slowly said some specious words, but did not directly reveal his identity and purpose.

"So you once had a crush on a saint of your time, didn't you? Which saint is it? Did you end up as a couple? But the saints and adults in the "Biography of the Holy Maidens of the Past Dynasties" don't seem to be married......"

Rufia frowned, as if she was recalling the legends of history, trying to find the situation related to the grief in front of her.

"Since this senior has put on such a sad mask, it shouldn't have succeeded, but it doesn't matter, as long as Rogers confesses to me, I will definitely respond to him, and I won't have any regrets!"

Alice speculated on Rufia's words, then looked solemnly at Rogers, bringing out the vague emotions that were barely in the first place.

"Has he confessed to you less often? As the seniors in front of you said, you will also follow the same experience, but Rogers will definitely not wear such an ugly mask, he can live happily without you. ”

Alina heard Alice's almost straightforward confession, and sarcastically revealed the precious opportunity that Alice had lost a few years ago.

Rogers listened to the two of them start arguing again, and for a while he stroked his forehead with his hand, not knowing what to think.

The little boss in front of him, who is the final boss of the strategy, knew that he should talk more about the situation related to the fundamental crisis of the world, otherwise it would not be a catastrophe, and a few people could still be so relaxed.

However, he also understood that the reason why several people relaxed their minds was probably because Rogers himself did not show too serious vigilance, and when he answered Rufia, he also showed a little banter about the person in front of him.

"Well, I'm sorry, they're still young, and I believe that with your tolerance, I won't care about their faux pas."

Rogers stretched out his hand between Alina and Alice as he apologized to the grief-grieved.

"I'm not angry."

The grief struggled to show his generosity in a stiff tone.

"Then have you pursued the Holy Maiden? It says that prophets are closely related to the times, and when the times pass, prophets will also end, so do you still have the power to be prophets? Are they here to help us cope with calamity and then use it to reminisce about the past? ”

Rufia was still in the mood for gossip, and kept asking the grieving ones.

"Are you okay? Why don't you talk back? ”

She tilted her head and stared at the mourner who stood quietly, trying to peek into the other's eyes through the gap in the mask, but now she couldn't see anything.

"We are not the kind of superficial relationship that can be defined casually by secular words." The mourner pondered for a long time, and replied in a calm tone.

"So you didn't have a relationship with her and have always had a crush? But in this way, it is not similar to Rogers, he at least dared to confess, although when he confessed, Alice had not yet become a saint.

"You don't want to answer so much, could it be that you really didn't pursue it, and then suddenly feel that it's all the world's fault, so you say that the world has deep malice.

"By the way, you're not really the classic villain in the book! Because of love, love, and so on, he suddenly left the team of brave men, and he had to be determined to start destroying the world's naïve ghosts......"

Rufia speculated wildly, and the more she talked, the more excited she became.

And the mourner became quieter and quieter, as silent as the plain around him, and for a long time, until Ruphia's words gradually ceased, he replied stiffly:

"I'm not angry."

(End of chapter)