In the coastal plains of the west, stands a well-known sacred mountain called Santash.

Mount Santache is a unique and spectacular rocky hill with a towering summit that rises proudly on the beachfront.

From a distance, it stands alone on a vast bay and tidal flat, looking majestic and solemn, as if it could not be shaken.

The rocky surface of the mountain is smooth and solid, and there are many colors, some of which are dark gray, while others are light yellow, constantly intertwined and blended.

The mountain is lined with winding paths and stone steps that look old and old, paved with stones and slabs that lead to the temple dedicated to the gods at the top of the mountain.

Rogers stood in the middle of a quiet courtyard halfway up the mountain, his cane in one hand and the railing in the other, looking at the blue of the sea in the distance.

The waves are churning, and when the tide recedes, the fine sand that appears on the tidal flats is only a moment before it is again covered by the waves.

A flock of seagulls were flying above the sea, their screams echoing in the sea breeze and intertwining with the noise and reverberating in Rogers' ears.

"Santashi once fought off the mighty evil dragon alone and protected the entire human world from the evil dragon's poison, but he was also greatly traumatized by it, and this mountain is the mountain of eternal sleep where the true spirit of Santash resides."

The middle-aged priest stood beside Rogers with his hands in his hands, slowly telling him about the origin of the name of the holy mountain.

The priest's name was Yalodewo, and in addition to being a high priest, he was also the keeper of Mount Santash.

After discovering that Rogus had swallowed the Wind Catastrophe, he took it back to the nearby Holy Mountain, partly to prevent Rogus from running away from the catastrophe and to see if he could find another solution.

However, when he returns to the Holy Mountain, he discovers that Rogers' situation is completely different from what he had expected.

Although Rogers has become a vessel for the Wind Catastrophe, he is constantly fighting against the Wind Disaster.

People and disasters are entangled with each other, wear and tear each other, and have become part of each other.

Whether Rogus wiped out the catastrophe or completely suppressed Rogus, it would only lead to the destruction of man and disaster.

Rogers turned himself into a catastrophic guillotine in a way that Yalodevo had never imagined, but unfortunately, when the guillotine was pressed, it would eventually be lost.

"Legend has it that Santash had the ability to read minds, and he saw a thousand evil thoughts early on, and he knew what the world feared about him.

"And Santash, which is also the retreat he chose to escape from the world, once told me that in a secret book that he had the privilege of reading, Santash said before his death: The greatest achievement of my life is the crusade against two great calamities, one is the evil dragon, and the other is me.

"Santash was only twenty-seven years old at that time, and you were many, much younger than the saint was when he died." Alodvo looked sideways at Rogers and said with a complicated expression.

After coming into close contact with Rogers, even without the bonus of the Wind Cataclysm, he already had the idea that Rogus might really be a prophet.

Because Rogers gave him the feeling that he was too mature, he had a very stable temperament no matter what he did, especially when time was running out and he was about to die.

This incomparably abnormal feeling, Yalodevo felt that only a prophet could reasonably explain all this.

And he specifically mentioned Saintash, also to euphemistically ask Rogers if he had the same state of mind as this saint, or if he foresaw something, so he deliberately chose to die so deliberately and had no regrets afterwards.

"Santash should still be a good traveler to find such a beautiful place."

Rogers did not respond positively to Yalodewo's words, and after commenting on it, he continued to ask, "Am I still free?" ”

"Of course, you are the first in line to the throne of the high nobles, and you are the mentor of St. Herte, so we have no qualifications to detain you privately." Yalodevo replied in a natural tone.

Rogers smiled when he heard this, and didn't go any further, if he hadn't deliberately turned his body into its current state, the Pantheon would never have been so polite.

But some things are like this, and the tacit cover-up is better than the comfort that comes from embarrassing everyone.

After a little chat, Yalodevo left the courtyard, and Rogers watched as the setting sun shone through the clouds, between the mud and the shallow water, and dyed the entire tidal flat golden.

There are also brilliant fiery clouds in the sky, with faint pink and purple floating in the clouds, and the colorful sky and golden tidal flats reflect each other, like a beautiful oil painting.

Standing quietly for a long time, he propped up his cane, turned and walked to a small stone house in the courtyard on the mountainside.

The surface of the stone has been eroded by the wind and rain of the years, and the roof is covered with rough wooden beams and tiles, the wooden beams show a deep brown color, and after years of polishing, exude the atmosphere of vicissitudes, although the tiles are mottled, but still maintain an old beauty.

The windows are made of simple wooden frames and glass, and the edges of the windows are covered with moss and vines, and the dim and warm light penetrates through the windows, revealing a sense of tranquility and peace.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a small bed, a sofa, a wooden table and two wooden stools, all there is in the room.

Rufia sat on the couch and Alina sat at her desk, both of them reading books in the sunset to pass the time.

Alice was at the temple at the top of the mountain, receiving the rituals of many priests.

"Did it go well?" Alina asked with a slight frown as she looked at Rogers.

"Fortunately, although the plan has not always caught up with the changes, the general path has not deviated too much, and everything is barely going well."

Rogers replied with a chuckle as he sat awkwardly beside Alina with his hand on the corner of the table.

In order to deceive the Pantheon, many of the circumstances that the High Priest checked were not entirely foolish, such as his mutual torment with the Wind Calamity, which is an indisputable fact.

However, the completion of the [Devouring Bonus] under the [Enlightenment Miracle] bonus can help him absorb a lot of pain, so that he only becomes a little less controllable over his body, and it doesn't really make him feel so uncomfortable.

"In the next few days, let's rest here first, it won't take long for my situation to spread throughout the empire, and if I go home, it will only cause a lot of unnecessary trouble to my family."

Rogers leaned back in his chair, looked at the sunset outside the window, exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and said slowly.

Soon he will become not only a prophet, but also a dying sage.

Originally, many great magicians and scholars might have wanted to go with the flow and communicate with him because of their dignity, but if they all learned that he would not live for more than two months, then it is conceivable what they would do.

"And how are we going to sleep these days?" Alina bowed slowly, then continued.

"What do you sleep on?" Rutgers was still immersed in a complicated state of mind, hearing this inexplicable question, and asked back in confusion.

"Do you think that bed can fit three people?" Alina gestured to the cot in the room.

The cot was placed against the rock wall of the room, just wide enough for two people to lie together.

"Wouldn't it be nice for you and Rufia to lay on the ground?" Rogers was even more puzzled when he heard this, he didn't understand what there was to think about.

After a moment's hesitation, he added, "It's really not good, you can not sleep, or go and discuss with the priest to see if there are other rooms." ”

He is now a wounded man, it is impossible for him to lie on the ground, and this bed is obviously a single bed, but if he sleeps alone, his legs and feet cannot be stretched.

The sun was setting below the horizon, no longer releasing a bright afterglow, and the sky faded from a warm orange-red to a soft pinkish-purple.

The breeze stopped, and the waves in the distance gradually subsided, and there were no longer strong lapping and waves, only faint ripples between the sea.

Rogers lay on the innermost side of the cot, Rufia curled up beside him, and Alina lay directly on his side slightly.

They didn't have a bathroom for washing as usual, and they only used magic to clean the dust off their bodies, and squeezed into bed in single clothes.

"Anyway, in the future, Rufia and I are estimated to run away with you, and there will be many such days, you should get used to it early."

Alina tapped her finger at Rogeth's chest, giving her a serious tone.

Rogers slowly reached out and pulled the white hair spread on his face, he tried to make his movements as slight as possible, so as not to disturb Rufia, who had fallen asleep quickly and breathed evenly, beside him, and at the same time bowed his head softly and said, "How can you rest well like this, if it really doesn't work, I'll go and lay the floor." ”

"What? Did you know how to be shy when you grew up? Alina looked up slowly, her thin lips slightly furled, and asked softly.

Because of the proximity, Rogus could clearly feel Alina's warm snort, and the delicate and silky snow-white hair slowly slid down with Alina's movements.

The two layers of fabric separated by each other could not hide the softness of the other party at all, making Rogers's breathing stagnate with his vision and physical senses.

The playful arc outlines the corners of Alina's mouth, like a graceful arc, exuding a pure and faint banter.

Squeak –

As the door was pushed open, and after a day of trivial affairs, Alice, who had arrived in starlight, looked at the scene in front of her in a daze.

"Hmm, has Alina finally finished eating? Isn't it my turn now? Rufia asked as she reached out and scratched her belly, muttering in a daze.

Hearing this, Alice's cheeks suddenly turned red rapidly, as if she was being burned by flames, her body trembled slightly, as if she was trying her best to control the surging emotions in her heart, and hurriedly stepped forward to question Alina:

"What the hell are you doing?! I just went to the temple! ”

"Can't you see what I'm doing? If there's nothing to do, go out first and close the door by the way. ”

Alina pinched Rogeth's cheek with her hand, glanced at Alice with disdain, and waved her hand in a gesture of expulsion.

Alice caught a glimpse of the helplessness on Rogers' face, and quickly understood Alina's nonsense and provocation.

There was a commotion that followed, and at last Rogers had to excuse himself from getting up, and he sat down at his desk, pulled out the nameless book that Hilmi had given him, and read it through the starlight.

Occasionally, I would talk to Alice about the events and rumors she had experienced today.

In a week's time, the Pantheon will hold a competitive tournament, and Yalodevo will leave the Holy Mountain for the Holy City.

Many of the priests, including Yalodewo, offered Alice, but Alice declined with difficulty.

She just wanted to spend more time with Rogers now, and she didn't want to leave the little time she had left with trivial things that she didn't have any interest in.

For the next few days, Rogers rarely lived in the mountains, watching the sun rise over the sea and the plains, while fiddling with the flowers in the courtyards around the stone house.

Occasionally, some powerful old priests would come to explore Rogess's condition, and when they made sure that his time was indeed short, they all showed a complex expression of regret and emotion.

In addition to the sacrifices of the Pantheon, there were also many great magicians who sent letters, expressing their concern, but also worried about what to do with his unfinished research after Rogers' death.

Rogers didn't pay much attention to these distractions, but it wasn't long before he had to meet with a great nobleman who had to deal with it head-on, Prince Reyryid.

The sound of the waves on the seashore was still there, and Prince Rain, with his stray blond hair, sat on a small chair, wearing a coarse cloth vest and trousers, and watched the sunlit tidal flats with Rogers.

The delicate mud and sand shimmer slightly in the sunlight, reflecting the sparkling reflection on the water.

The water gently laps against the shore, making a soft sound that is intertwined with the cheerful singing of the birds into a beautiful symphony.

Prince Rheeed carefully looked at the various plants growing on the tidal flats, the turquoise sea wormwood and the tender yellow reeds swaying in the wind, as if beating the rhythm of nature.

"I've heard of Santashi since I was a child, but I've never wanted to come here, the view here is really good, and with the peculiarity of the Pantheon, it's really a good place to relax."

The prince rubbed his messy golden beard and spoke in a dignified tone.

Rogers put his hands behind his head, snorted, and didn't go any further.

"Can you continue to protect Rufia?" Prince Rörryd looked at Rogers, who had no sense of checkmate on his face, and asked in a deep voice.

It was a deal he had struck with Rogers when they first met, and it was then that he had guessed that Rogers had prophetic status.

It's just that he didn't expect that Rogers would be famous for his sage talents from now on, which also made him think about whether to officially marry the Breed family.

Unfortunately, due to the impermanence of fate, it didn't take long for Rogers's prophetic name to rise again with the merits of the crusade against calamity, and now he has ended up in such a fate.

But Prince Rayred has seen Rogers' acting skills many times, and he knows that Rogers's unprofitable style still can't believe from the bottom of his heart that this kid will voluntarily sacrifice himself.

"Whether you can or can't, you can only trust me."

Rogers withdrew his hands, clasped them in front of his lower abdomen, squinted and enjoyed the sea breeze, and calmly said to the prince.

Rufia's closeness to herself is well known, and coupled with the sensitivity of her own identity, if Rogers is gone, the eyes of the royal family are likely to immediately shift to Rufia.

"What are you going to do after that?"

Prince Reyreid's eyes lit up, and he wanted to open his mouth directly to sigh that he knew that Rogers would not die so easily, but he still held back and continued.

"To die, of course." Rogers looked at Prince Rheyd with bright and clear eyes, revealing an innocence, and the breeze blew through his silver hair, supporting his sincerity together:

"My lord, I am really going to die, and if you were to ask me what I would do before I died, I would have made a trip to St. Herte, and I would have visited my students, and I had to clean up my dormitories.

"Besides, I will never be like Santash, in the middle of a mountain that no one cares about, waiting to die.

"I'm going to try at the end, to try to do what a sage should do, you should know, the candle is always brightest when it's about to go out, and I don't want to be a burnt residue, but to burn out, leaving only snow-white ashes."

The four calamities have gathered, and he can ascend at any time, but as a person who is about to die and is not afraid of death, he can completely break away from his family and spread his knowledge unscrupulously.

If the Three Sages or other schools of magic can't help but want him to end his life early, then he can also take the opportunity to set up many plans, such as making this some kind of handle, for his posthumous self to use.

And the deeper the life he influences, the better the effect of ascending, so it is best to take advantage of this to make the firewood in the world burn more vigorously.

(End of chapter)