"He smiles like spring and attracts all beings~

"He is skillful, sincere and humble~

"He responds to all requests, word for word~

"He wants to see everything, and he responds to everything~

"When the hour comes, he will come and seek reward~

"The dream came to naught, and his face was as usual~

"With the contract as the bond, with the pain as the rope~

"Afflict you until the stars dissipate~"

On the roof of a tall building in Viscount Damir, Gorol, dressed in brown robes, held a stone slab in his left hand and tapped the stone fence with his right hand, chanting in a low voice as he watched the bustling early morning city scene and the bustling crowd.

"I'm annoyed, what the hell are you singing about?"

Sitting cross-legged on the fence in short-sleeved shorts, Little Sword Saint Ruka squinted at his friend, his tone full of impatience, and asked out loud.

At the moment, according to the information given by the little priest Miara, with the assistance of Viscount Damir, who had been ordered by Princess Elias, they were about to turn over the entire territory in the past few days, but there was still no trace of Derick.

Ruka watched the withered yellow leaves flutter alone in the wind, and his already depressed mood became even more intense when he heard Gorol's low singing.

"The song spread with the activity of the Bottomless Pit and Rogus Monotheism, and I thought it was interesting when I first heard it, so I wrote it down."

Gojoll didn't reply to Ruka's choking like gunpowder, but looked down at the slate in his arms, his eyes gradually becoming complicated.

This slate, stitched together with the "Rogers language" and the "rune technique", is the product of his master Rogers' long-term teaching, and it is also a side manifestation of Rogers' achievements.

He had always felt that his master was incomparably wiser, even more far-sighted than many of the professors in St. Herthe, so when the news of Rogers' death from the "Storm Plague" broke, he couldn't believe it in his heart.

After a little groaning, his lips squirmed a few times, but he continued to speak:

"In the past few days, the Bottomless Pit cultists have become more and more active, and even deliberately proclaimed in the territories of many great nobles to cause trouble, causing many agents of the gods to be forced to scatter and walk on the road of cleaning up filth.

"And Senior Delick appeared at this time, and gave Miara such a precise address, behind everything it seems that there is a hand forcibly stirring the course of events, all this is too coincidental, and I am a little flustered......

Goroor's fingers gripped the slate tightly, his eyes fixed on the proverb of the "Jade Record" engraved on the slate, and his voice trembled faintly with indiscernibility, and he spoke slowly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Things are already complicated enough! Ruka scratched his head irritably with one hand, clenched the hilt of the wooden sword with the other, and his tone was full of impatience:

"The most important thing now is to find Senior Delick, then catch him and beat him up for the master! If the master knew that he was not only skipping school, but also killing people everywhere, maybe he would be so angry that he would be resurrected! ”

Dragonborn Veldia stood silently, quietly listening to the conversation between the two men, who were not at all on the same page.

Her long scarlet hair fluttered in the wind with her long flaming red dress, and she took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, her eyes flashing with confusion and confusion.

After a while, her eyes gradually condensed, and she looked at the sky and gradually swept closer to a figure.

As the breeze blew away, Miara's shoes were pointed on the fence, and she looked down at the three people waiting here, and slowly spoke:

"The Holy Maiden went to the Holy City, and I didn't know what to say to the elders in the temple, but I actually invited the 'Anshen House' out.

"However, everyone speculates that it is likely to be related to the catastrophe that will eventually come, and this artifact is ultimately driven by divine power, so the temple ordered me to keep it temporarily, and then I will help the Holy Maiden seal the calamity that has not yet grown."

"You?" Hearing this, Goroor's eyes slowly widened, and he stared at Miara in disbelief: "This is the order of the temple?" Or is it Alice-senpai's request? ”

"What do you mean? Feel like I can't afford this responsibility? Miara frowned, looked down at Gorol, and asked in an unkind tone.

"No, I'm not, I just think ......," Gozol stumbled in a stumbling tone to try to justify, but finally swallowed the speculation back into his stomach, and said with a wry smile: "Maybe I'm thinking too much." ”

As soon as the words fell, the young girls on the rooftop instantly turned their heads in unison and looked at a figure that appeared behind them at some point, wearing a black robe and a black mask.

"It's only been less than half a year since the separation, but there have been such big changes."

Delick looked at the four of them with gentle eyes, and his tone was full of relief, and he said with a chuckle.

Seeing this, Miara immediately leaned forward, and in an instant rushed straight towards Delick's hand to grab it, but as usual, only a floating shadow remained in his hand.

Ruka, Gojoor, and Viredya also reacted quickly, following in Miala's footsteps, and chased as hard as they could towards Derik, who was gradually drifting away.

……

The autumn mountain breeze blows, filling the air with a fresh and cool atmosphere, which is no longer as hot and anxious as the summer wind, but with a gloomy and calm.

In the bedroom of the palace, Alina reached out to arrange the gray robe for Rogess, and she tried to speak several times, but in the face of Rogers's gentle smile, she finally endured it.

"This time is far different, and there will definitely be a lot of difficult guys looking at me at that time, so you are not suitable to follow me."

Rogers looked at Alina's expression, and knew in his heart what the other party wanted, but reality forced him to do so, and there was really no way to achieve it.

"I know."

Alina bent her fingers and gently pulled the snow-white hair over her ears, her eyes were bright and clear, her slender eyebrows were slightly arched, revealing a soft smile, which was rare and extremely well-behaved.

"How long will it take to be out this time?"

Rufia stood beside Rogeth, her eyes staring at him incessantly, the current atmosphere making her feel an indescribable subtlety, which made her can't help but ask.

"This time...... It's hard to say, it may take a little while, but it shouldn't take too long. ”

Rogers replied with a cane in one hand and rubbing his chin in the other.

It always takes a process to collect merit, and it can't be done in an instant, but he can't calculate how long it will take, but it won't take more than a year.

"There's no need to be so reluctant, even if I can't come back immediately, I can see each other in my dreams, and I won't disappear without a trace."

He gently reached out and gently rubbed Rufia's head, his fingertips pressing delicately.

Rufia narrowed her eyes and enjoyed Rogers' massage on her back, and the atmosphere was gradually replaced by warmth and serenity.

After the three of them hugged each other, Rogers took out the silver ring given by Alice and slowly crossed into the magic power, ready to rush to the stage that he had been planning for a long time.

The scene around him melted and flowed like watercolor in an instant, and the silver luster shone up, and the light gradually expanded, forming a delicate network structure, made of countless slender lines interlaced.

After a few intricate and precise geometric patterns and a slight tremor, a vast wheat field suddenly appeared in front of Rutgers's eyes.

The golden ears of wheat swayed in the breeze and spread out as far as the eye could see, as if it were a sea of gold.

Each ear of wheat stands tall and gently sways with the autumn wind, making a rustling sound like a symphony of nature.

The spikes rippled, and one or two small birds flew through the field, hovering high and low, reflecting a soft glow behind them, illuminating the subtle textures and colors between the ears of wheat.

Alice's long flaxen hair was tied up, and she wore a long beige dress that stretched to her calves, gently following her beautiful curves.

She lifted her chin slightly, her eyes soft and focused, staring into the distance, her thoughts ethereal, as if she was thinking about something unspeakable.

When Rogers appeared beside her, she sketched a hazy and demure smile, her slender fingers gently flicking the ears of wheat, and her expression was serene and warm.

At this moment, she is activating the [Hidden Bonus], enveloping her and Rogus in it, insulating her from all probing spells.

"Although the Pantheon agreed to lend the 'Anshen House', the request must be in the hands of the temple priests, so I gave Miara a compromise according to your idea.

"And those elders are as you think, they don't say that if they seal the Great Disaster of the World, they can also lend the 'Tranquility House' for a long time.

"I suspect they may just want to wait for you to be sealed before they put on the master's pretense and take ownership." Alice opened her mouth softly, slowly recounting the details to Rogers.

"It's expected, as long as I live in it, it's hard to say who can hold the ownership in my hands."

Rogers bowed his head slowly when he heard this, these trivial changes were all in his and Alina's imagination, and they were not a big problem.

"Remember? The first time you forcibly dragged me around was in the autumn when you dragged me into a wheat field and told me what I was going to do.

"It's obviously not small, it's just the two of us, and you didn't grow as tall as an ear of wheat at that time, and you couldn't find anyone after you got into the wheat field all of a sudden, which made me anxious for a while.

"Since then I have known that you are very good at hiding and escaping, and later I found out that not only Lord Count Braid, but also as smart as Alina could not catch you, and I can't help but laugh when I think about it at this moment."

Alice's voice was soft and pleasant, as if it was a breeze blowing between the wheat waves, and her words revealed a faint joy, as if it was a beautiful tune.

She looked at Rogers every time she blinked, and there was a kind of inadvertent warmth in her eyes, and her eyes were flowing with a smile, like a clear spring, surging with countless gentleness:

"It was only then that I realized that I didn't seem to have really talked to you about anything in my heart, but I had talked a lot to Miss Alina.

"You're such an amazing person, the pestle always attracts people there, but it always makes people daunted, and I don't know how to evaluate it."

Rogers couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard this large narrative, and then the sense of disobedience that had arisen not long ago rose again.

Because Alice's change is too abrupt and too strange, obviously some time ago she was still decadent and lifeless, but now it seems to have returned to the past without too many worries.

"When it's all over, we can go back to that wheat field and have a look."

Rogers' gaze wandered in the golden wheat waves, and his voice was gentle and slightly quiet, with emotion, and with some memories and expectations, he said softly to Alice.

He was calm on the surface, but in his heart he was already vigilant, intending to keep an eye on Alice's actions.

At the same time, he has already begun to silently run [Enlightenment] and [Chronology], and if the situation is not good, he will immediately freeze time and space, so as to prevent Alice from doing something not very good in the subsequent plays.

"The wheat field has been bulldozed, a textile factory has been built on the land, and there are workers around who are constantly laying the foundation, and I don't know whether to lay the nodes of the magic net or build other factories."

Alice closed her eyes softly, exhaled deeply, and then opened her eyes again, her tone mixed with a little regret and loneliness, fluttering among the gently swaying wheat waves.

Rogers cleared his throat slightly when he heard this, hiding his sudden embarrassment, and then proposed: "It's okay, the next time I go back to Breed, I will bulldoze those factories and let the wheat fields grow again." ”

Alice stood there silently, her lips lightly furled, as if she wanted to say something, but only the sound of the breeze blowing through the wheat field, permeating the atmosphere of tranquility, contrasted with her silence.

After a long time, she looked at Rogers seriously and asked a question that had been pressing in her heart for a long, long time:

"If there is no so-called saint and natural disasters, no teasing of fate, no attention and calculation from all sides, and no meaningless life and death, everything is reversed and restarted, if you return to the past, are you still willing to marry me?"

The autumn wind whistled and swished through the wheat fields, and the wheat waves began to roll incessantly, forming a rolling wave.

The golden waves were stirred by the autumn wind, and each ear of wheat swayed and ran against the wind, constantly brushing Rogers's robe.

"If everything is as usual, there is no fate, no crisis, no life and death, if I am still the same tendon as always, I should try my best to marry you."

Rogers knows very well how infatuated he was before he awakened Su Hui, and if it continues like that, even if he throws away the title, he will definitely find a way to walk with Alice.

"It's a pity that there are no ifs in reality."

Although Alice's words contained regret, her eyes were still bent into a crescent moon, and the corners of her lips were filled with a pure and bright smile, like a lake in the morning, sparkling.

Then her fingertips wrapped around the sparkling light unique to the saint, and she smiled and said to Rogers:

"Let's start, just like you chased me before, now it's up to me to chase you."

(End of chapter)