In the early morning, the oasis is bathed in fresh air and faint sunlight, and there is a sense of tranquility, as if the whole world has not yet woken up.

The chalet in the heart of the oasis reflects the soft morning light and in front of a manicured garden with roses and jasmine fragrances that complement the morning dew.

Alina was standing by the flowerfield, her fingers caressing the hem of Rogers's garment, gently and delicately, carefully pinching the corners of the garment to make it look more neat.

They had been in the oasis for a few days, and were now planning to go back to their respective homes to see their parents, and then reunite for the future.

When Alina was done, she looked into Rogers' eyes, her gaze intertwining in the air.

At this time, she was wearing a long white dress, and her long pure white hair, which was as delicate as silk, gently fluttered in the breeze. The amber eyes are deep and bright, and the skin is white and reddish, revealing a youthful atmosphere, and there is no longer the fatigue left by the long journey not long ago.

"Is there anything on my face?" Rogers was stared at for a long time, and he couldn't help but wonder.

In the next moment, Alina suddenly grabbed his front collar, her red lips opened slightly, and she leaned forward quickly, and for a moment, a subtle shyness filled the air.

This action is so clumsy, but so warm, soft fit, each other perceives each other's breath and temperature, expressing passion and desire.

When her lips parted, Alina disappeared in an instant, and took advantage of Rogers' blessing to go straight back to her own Devin collar.

Rogers stood there silently, his thoughts echoing in the kiss he had just given, and he raised his hand slightly, the back of his hand touching his lips, as if he could still feel the residual warmth of Fang Cai.

"How do you feel?"

A playful teasing sounded, and Roger looked for a voice, only to see Rufia, dressed like a newsboy in suspenders, leaning over with her hands behind her back, raising her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

"Why do you care so much?" As if laughing angrily, Rogers reached out and pressed Rufia's head and rubbed it, rubbing her fluffy blonde hair into a mess.

"It's not small! Not small! A hint of firmness and unyielding appeared on Rufia's face, and she shrugged her shoulders and straightened up, as if to announce her presence and dignity to Rutgers.

"Okay, good, good ......" Rogers didn't bother to defend when he heard this, and replied casually a few times, and then asked, "Don't you really need me to go back with you?" ”

Originally, he wanted to accompany Rufia home to help persuade Prince Ray and Archduchess Alexandula, but the day before yesterday, Rufia suddenly proposed that she should solve it on her own, and did not want to trouble Rogus because of such a trivial matter.

Rufia pouted in exasperation, her brow furrowed slightly in displeasure, and she could clearly hear from Rogers' words and tone that Rogers had not taken her declaration to heart at all, and was still fooling her like a child.

In a fit of rage, she suddenly grabbed Rogers' cheeks with both hands, opened her mouth and took a bite on her face, before disappearing in front of Rogers like Alina.

Rogers was caught off guard by the gnaw, and after coming back to his senses, he helplessly took out a handkerchief to wipe the saliva on his face, muttering in his mouth: "This bear child ......"

At this moment, Alice, who was wearing a beige dress, also came to Rogers's side, she looked at the messy shirt placket that was dragged by Alina, raised her hand to continue to help it tidy up, and then helped smooth out the black trousers a little before asking, "Shall we leave now?" ”

Rogers swept through the wooden house where he had lived for a few days, thinking that there was nothing else to collect, so he nodded slightly, pulled out his black cane from the void and paused slightly, and the figures of the two disappeared like bubbles.

……

Scallo was crowded with people, and the noise of noise, clamour, and laughter mingled to form a busy scene.

People gather in the bustling market, weaving through the narrow and crowded laneways lined with stalls and goods.

Their eyes are constantly scanning the various goods on the table, and the vendors are constantly shouting about the merits of their goods, trying to attract the attention of customers.

"Kevin! Hurry up! The next shipment is coming soon! If you procrastinate, you'll have to work overtime! ”

In the midst of the noise, a rough voice sounded, and the young man who heard this admonition sped up the action of loading boxes of tightly sealed goods onto the cart.

The young man has eyebrows, eyes and hair color similar to Alice, and wears short sleeves and long pants made of linen.

"Are you going to say hello?" Rogers looked at Alice beside him with a complicated expression and asked softly.

"Even if you go to say hello, you don't know me, do you? It doesn't make sense, that's it. Alice's face was stunned, and she sighed and preached.

When Rogers went to punish Fredek III and many magicians, he took Kevin's body out of his home on the way.

He used his years of helping the Bottomless Pit Cultists sow the devil's pact to get Kevin's soul back from the hands of the "upright merchants".

However, Kevin's deeds of beating him to death with one punch always made him feel guilty, coupled with the "honest businessman's" long-term play with Kevin's soul, he quickly pulled it out of the pulp.

Rogers "washed" Kevin's soul, erasing all his memories along the way, and at the same time activating his power to erase the record of his brother-sister relationship with Alice and the public memory from the world level.

The current Kevin is no longer the Kevin of the past, just an ordinary person who wakes up from Scallo after losing his memory.

Alice looked at her brother silently for a long time, and when she heard Rogers relaying Kevin's story not long ago, she was not dissatisfied, but relieved.

Although it was later understood that Kevin would attack Rogers on impulse, and also burst out with the power of bronze, all because Fredek III was behind the scenes, the fact is that Kevin has caused Rogers a damage that cannot be ignored.

Such a result is barely a relatively happy ending for anyone.

"Let's go."

Alice closed her eyes and exhaled softly, then smiled and said to Rogers.

Rogers nodded lightly when he heard this, and his cane paused again, and in an instant he returned to the backyard garden of his Earl's Palace.

The path of the garden winds through a sea of flowers, and among the colorful flowers and lush greenery, there is a life-sized sculpture that looks like Rogers sitting cross-legged on the ground reading a book more than a year ago.

Next to the sculpture sits a small pavilion, in which the Earl of Breed is sorting out papers, surrounded by courtiers in gowns, who report in turn on the latest financial, diplomatic, public and industrial developments.

"The sum of us is not as far-sighted as Rogers, and we are still following the rules and implementing the big plan according to the plan he left behind......"

Brad held the document in his hand, listened to the report in his ear, looked sideways at the Rogers sculpture outside the pavilion, and let out a sudden sigh of emotion.

The ministers standing beside him were silent, and at first they would say a few words of comfort to the situation, but each time they began to answer, the Earl of Breed would babble on and on about how Rogers was so good that he had increased the glory of the Breed family, and that they had to be forced to listen to the little talk that had been delayed for a long time.

Now they had learned to be collectively silent, and only waited for the Earl of Breed's momentum to pass before continuing with the agenda.

However, although the Earl of Breed stopped sighing this time, he also stopped the elaboration of the topic, he slowly moved his eyes, looked beyond the ministers to the outside of the pavilion, his face was stunned for a moment, and then he returned to his usual demeanor, and commanded:

"I'm a little tired, so I'll be here today, and you can go back to the court, and if necessary, I'll summon again."

After hearing this, the ministers glanced at each other, leaned over in unison, and left the pavilion in turn.

The breeze blows through the flowers, and the grass sways slightly, making a soft rustling sound, while also bringing a hint of fragrance and fragrance to the pavilion.

"You stinky boy, do you want to continue to force me to break the marriage contract so that you two can fulfill it?"

Earl Brad stretched out his hand and asked Rogers and Alice to sit down opposite him, and a smile of love and relief broke out on his face, and his brow and eyes shone brightly, and his eyes were full of pride and relief.

"I have agreed to Rogess's proposal, and I hope that the Earl will promise us both happiness."

Alice affectionately wrapped her arms around Rogers, kissed him on the side of his cheek, and prayed to Earl Breed with happiness on his face.

"You don't have to tease me."

Rogers shook his head and smiled bitterly, he had returned home two days ago and told his parents about his situation.

He didn't expect his father, who had always been serious and decent, to say such frivolous jokes.

"Rutgers and I have not officially dissolved their marriage contract, and if you agree, you will be insulting the dignity and decency of the nobles."

A cold voice came from the side, and Alina's figure quickly emerged, she raised her skirt and bowed solemnly to Earl Breed, crossed her eyebrows and slanted at Alice, and opened her lips slowly.

"I was rude, so please allow me to take this guy to meet his mother and younger siblings, please go back to his bedroom and wait for a while, and I will return it to you soon."

Earl Braider looked at the situation in front of him, tried to suppress the smile on his lips, and got up to speak.

Rogers then followed in the footsteps of Earl Brad to his parents' bedchamber, where they sat together on the sofa and talked for a long time as they watched their younger siblings who were trying to learn to walk and stagger.

During this period, Rogers tentatively suggested that if he was used as a backing, it would be possible for the East to become independent without too much danger.

However, Earl Braider rejected Rogers' temptation, saying that if the East became independent, the other nobles would want to try independence without knowing why, and the royal family would inevitably crusade against it, and the imperial order would be in chaos.

Rogers didn't say anything more when he heard this, he knew that his father was quite ambitious, and he probably didn't want to accept his child's help so easily, but relied on his own efforts to achieve success.

As time passed, the sun gradually set in the west, the sky was dyed with a warm layer of orange-red afterglow, and the clouds in the distance floated in the sky like thin gauze curtains, painting a magnificent picture.

As evening approached, Rogers said goodbye to his parents and went back to his bedroom, where he went out of his way to quietly observe Hans and the old butler, who were busy with dinner.

When these people close to him were dying, he must come to their beds and ask them if they would like to ascend to his kingdom, Rogers thought as he walked back to his bedroom.

The furnishings in the bedroom were the same as before, unchanged from when he had left the previous year, the only difference being that there were three more girls in the room.

Wash as usual, go to bed as usual, pull up a big quilt as usual, and cover the four of them together as usual.

"Alice, sleep next to me, let Rufia come over, then she kicks the quilt and only affects Rogess." After Elina entered the bed, she spoke directly.

"I don't want it." Alice was very decisive in refusing.

"Then if I should sleep on Rogers's body, it should be okay then!" Rufia made a suggestion in a flash of inspiration.

"No way!" The other two girls spoke in unison.

This is a dispute over the sleeping position that has been going on as usual since the other day.

Rogers put his hands behind his head, letting the girls beside him turn from verbal arguments to hand-to-hand disputes, listening to the quilt tossing up and down because of this, and his own body was pressed again and again.

"Don't tear the quilt."

He suddenly remembered the futon that had been torn open when he was in the oasis, and reluctantly admonished.

I don't know how long it took for the scene to gradually subside, and everyone entered into a steady and long breath together.

The next day, as the sun rose, Rogus opened his sleepy eyes, slowly pushed the girls squeezing him away with his magic, and got up and climbed down from the head of the bed.

He came to the window, looked back at the three people who were still sleeping soundly on the bed, and then raised his finger to gently open the curtain through a tiny gap, felt the morning sun shine through the delicately carved window lattice, bathed in a little morning light, and sat down at the desk.

"Great men always have to have a biography, and my experience is enough to write a book."

Rogers spread out the paper, quill in hand, and muttered softly as the tip of the pen ran through the ink.

From this point on, everything can be done from now on, but before that, he wants to make a small summary of his past life.

So, with a light movement of his fingers, his handwriting slowly extended onto the paper, outlining the beginning of everything:

"In most fantasy stories, the villain has an important mission, which is to help the protagonist grow ......"

(End of chapter)