The weather is getting colder, the morning dew becomes cold and clear, and the sun loses its former heat and becomes soft and elegant.

The leaves on the treetops swayed in the breeze, as if making final preparations for the coming winter.

The ground is covered with fallen leaves blown off by the wind, forming a golden carpet that shimmers faintly in the sun.

"Have you been hiding something from me lately?"

Rufia followed Alina's side, she crossed her arms, her brows furrowed slightly, the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, and she asked with a little helplessness and grievance.

At this time, Alina was holding the message sent back by Deric, Edith, Ivan and others, strolling through the flower garden in the front yard, thinking about the next instruction, when she heard Rufia's question, her figure was slightly startled.

But in an instant, he returned to normal, and asked rhetorically as usual: "What do you think I am hiding from you?" ”

"I'm just asking you because I don't know." Rufia pursed her lips and replied with a snort.

Before, she had only a hint of nothingness, but when she woke up this morning, she noticed that Alina was in a different state, and a certain feeling in her heart became stronger, making her feel that there was definitely something important happening quietly in a place she didn't know.

"Since you don't know what to ask, you're here to ask?" Alina chuckled at Rufia's rhetorical question, she put a stack of papers in her right hand, reached out with her left hand and rubbed the other party's head, and said slowly, "It's just that one guy has become a little bolder, which surprised me." ”

"Hmm, okay." Knowing that she couldn't ask anything more, Rufia slumped her shoulders slightly and spoke in a dejected manner.

Suddenly, the autumn breeze hit, blowing the hair of the two girls, bringing a little coolness.

Rogers stretched out his arms as he yawned as he stepped into the front yard, and when he saw Alina, he didn't give the usual glare.

Last night, after he lowered his mouth, he suddenly realized that this guy who was extremely rampant in the past turned out to be shy.

"The temptation of the Pantheon is now becoming more and more apparent, and although it is not in the slightest hostile, the surveillance is rarely disguised.

"Derrick's progress on his side has not been as smooth as it had been at first due to the pursuit of several surrogate, and he is now working with Ivan in his missionary activities in the south.

"In addition to these, your apprentices have occasionally left the academy and started a crusade against occasional calamities, and recently Ruka has also been given the name of 'Little Sword Saint' by those who have benefited from it......"

As Rogus approached, Alina tucked the file into Rogers' arms and gave a brief account of the recent changes.

Rogers scanned the file slightly, listening to the report and slowly bowing his head.

He could see the efforts of the apprentices in some of the details in the documents, especially Ruka, who already hated the calamity because of his grandfather's death by the calamity.

Then add to that the death of Rogers due to the Wind Catastrophe, which is estimated to only make the flames of hatred burn even harder.

However, even the final Witch of World Destruction is in control, and the rest is not worth much attention for Rogers.

"The beliefs of the Haixin School spread faster than expected, and the beliefs brought by an entire school are also extremely rich, so you can consider starting to let Delik prepare for the bait."

Rogers understood the general situation of the outside world, raised his eyes to look at the mountains in the distance, and spoke softly.

The mountains in autumn reveal a deep and dignified atmosphere, and the meadows on the hillsides have lost their summer greenery and become a sea of gold.

The valley was filled with cold air, accompanied by the gentle blowing of the autumn breeze.

Days passed in a hurry, and late autumn suddenly arrived, and the sky gradually lost its summer blue and became heavier.

The sunlight became weaker, the light and shadow became paler, the branches of the trees gradually showed their withered yellow figures, and the sparse leaves danced in the autumn wind.

One afternoon, after being reminded by Alina, Rogus hurriedly left the palace and hurried towards the Breed Leader alone.

On the way to the flight, he looked down and saw people wearing heavy coats and scarves, hurrying down the cold streets.

The streets of Breed are bustling with traffic, traditional craft workshops coexist with large factories, and the city's commercial activity seems to be far more prosperous than Rogers remembers.

The roadside is lined with shops and bars filled with a wide variety of goods, and vendors are trying their best to attract customers, creating a noisy and noisy atmosphere.

Dotted with magical obelisks, people gather, communicate, work, and have fun.

Rogers hurriedly skimmed over the face of his changed territory and flew straight to Earl Braid's Court.

The magic circle that blocked the strong did not hinder him in the slightest, because he already had the blood of the Breed family in his body.

The environment in the mansion was not much different from what he remembered, and his perception swept slightly, and in an instant, it flashed to the corridor in front of his parents' bedroom.

The Earl of Brad was sitting on the sofa in the hallway, his fingers tapping apprehensively on his knees, his eyes turning to the clock by the window, and then to the bedroom door.

The clock ticked, each one like a wordless call in the midst of a long wait, and he tried to calm himself down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

However, the dreary atmosphere still enveloped him, making it difficult for him to maintain his usual dignified and noble posture.

Just as Count Breed got up and was about to move his tense muscles, his expression was suddenly startled, and then he looked to his side with some caution, but only saw the old butler and Hans waiting beside him.

"My lord, Madame's health has always been very good, and we have the best healing mage in the East to accompany us, so you don't have to worry so much."

The old butler raised his hand to his chest, leaned over slightly, and said some useless words, trying to pull back the mind of Earl Breed.

Hans said something similar, and he thought that Count Bred was too nervous at the moment, so he would appear in a rare daze.

"I understand."

Count Braider slowly raised his hand and arranged his shirt with reserve and care.

His movements are smooth and precise, as if every gesture contains calmness and steady, showing the unique grace and elegance of the past.

The old butler watched Count Breed's fingers lightly brushing the satin-like smooth fabric, and his expression couldn't help but be stunned, and he couldn't quite understand why his master had suddenly become so calm and decent again.

Rogers stood silently beside the trio, he didn't deliberately show the slightest hint of himself, but his father miraculously noticed it.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from inside the room, it was the soft cry of a baby just croaking to the ground.

The sound reverberates throughout the corridor, making it seem as if one can feel the joy and warmth of the arrival of a new life.

Soon a second cry followed, this time slightly high-pitched, like a dazzling star rising and burning in the quiet air.

The two cries were intertwined, ups and downs, and gradually became firm and powerful, as if announcing their existence to the world.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a midwife with her hair neatly coiled behind her head stepped out, and she smiled and said to Earl Brede:

"Congratulations! Madame successfully gave birth to a young lady and a young master! ”

Earl Brad tried to keep calm when he heard this, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but the uncontrollable fluctuation of joy was revealed in his deep eyes.

The excitement made his breathing a little short, and the rules of etiquette that bound him seemed to pale at this moment.

Without scrupling too much, he immediately walked into the bedroom, waved away a maid who was serving by the bedside, and looked at Mrs. Breed with tender eyes.

Mrs. Breed had a tired expression on her face, fine beads of sweat still lingering on her forehead, her hair was wet and disheveled, but there was a peculiar maternal love in her eyes.

Two little babies were wrapped in towels and placed in the crooks of her arms, squirming and crying in her warm arms.

She let Earl Bred take her palm, and listened to the constant questions of concern.

But the next moment, the lady cast her eyes on the door, and two lines of crystal tears slid down her cheeks, like the clear rain of late spring, soft and wet.

As the sun sets, the golden afterglow spills into the room, enveloping everything in a soft warmth.

Rogers came to the bedside and, like his father, gently squeezed his mother's palm.

The light and shadow in the room are also stretched very long, as if a soft melody is stretched by this long afterglow.

At this point, he fulfilled his last promise before ascending.

……

The high clouds were illuminated by the setting sun, as if a magnificent and ornate canopy hung over the sky.

With the golden afterglow, the clouds in the sky become delicate and diverse, fluttering as light as fine wool and feathers.

They are intertwined to form a myriad of unique and patterned moirés, like a splendid painting.

In the midst of this light, in the midst of a southern city, in a spacious and ancient attic.

A ray of slanting sunlight shines through the attic window, casting dappled spots of light on the old stone walls, illuminating Delick's slender figure.

However, the pitch-black ragged cloak on his body, and the hideous ghost face of pure black, seemed to ruthlessly destroy this soft atmosphere.

He stepped on the old wooden floor of the attic, creaking with every step, and his figure swaying slightly in the dusk.

A blade with a faint cold light slowly stretched out from his cuff, shimmering faintly in the twilight light.

"I am so devout in the service of the Triple Great, offering my body and soul together, why do you pursue me so closely?"

A middle-aged man's voice wafted back and forth in the attic, his tone very hoarse, and there was a deep tiredness and fear, and the main confusion.

"Mr. Gleiwin, if you are so religious, why did you come into contact with the sacrifices of the Pantheon at the end of last month?"

Derik's voice was low, his eyes daring over the attic's furnishings, finally fixing his gaze on the container in the corner.

The cabinet was made of thick wood, the marks of time had left a complicated mark on its surface, and beside it was an ancient bronze lamp, burning with a faint sandalwood incense.

"I didn't betray the Order! I'm just trying to get an ancient tome from there! You know, it's an irresistible temptation for a historian of magic like me!

"My faith has never wavered! Before you arrived, I was praying to the Triple Great, feeling His baptism of wisdom! ”

Gurewin explained anxiously and quickly, and even turned into a low roar as his words drew to a close.

"But your meeting with the priest has exposed the scope of a large stronghold." Derick's voice was still calm, unhurried to recount the facts.

Hearing the words on the other side, he suddenly fell silent, and did not continue to defend too much, time seemed to freeze here, everything was immersed in tranquility, and there was no trace of hustle and bustle.

"Piety is not absolute, it is absolutely not piety!"

Delik's eyes froze, and he swung his sword into a dark purple streamer of light at the bronze lamp placed next to the container.

The streamer shuttled like a sharp arrow, splashing out at an unparalleled speed, bursting out with several thrilling light trails.

Heavy smoke rolled up from the bronze lamp in an instant, and dense smoke and dust spread out in the space, forming a thick layer of fog.

The light and smoke intertwined, and at the moment of collision, there was a piercing roar, and the walls of the attic were gradually covered with sharp scratches, as well as concaves and cracks that seemed to have been struck by a blunt object.

Dressed in a gray robe and bald head, Gurewin was forced to reveal himself from the smoke, his body covered in fine wounds, and a little blood spilled from the corners of his pale mouth.

He stared at Delick fiercely, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"The Threefold Great, who loves wisdom, will not hinder those who seek the truth, but will only help the disciples who seek knowledge!

"How can a reckless man like you know His will?! It's just a substitute for God's selfish desires! ”

Grulevin's tone was sonorous, holding a nine-section wooden wand in his hand, and his face was filled with strong piety, and he pointed the tip of the wand at Delik, and shouted:

"In the name of Rogers! Incinerate! ”

In the next second, Drake swung his sword violently, easily slashing through Grulevin's throat.

Gleiwin stared at the unresponsive wand in disbelief, wondering to death if any of the "Rogus Words" had been written incorrectly, so that the elemental concussions had not even been caused.

Derick simply threw the blood stains on his sword to the floor, and was about to turn away when his body stiffened suddenly.

I don't know when, there was already a girl hovering in the attic window.

The other party was wrapped in sacrificial robes, with short gray-blue hair, and a slight amount of baby fat on his cheeks, and he was staring at Delick in disbelief at the moment.

(End of chapter)