The desert sun swept silently through the stone houses, and the heavy walls kept out the heat and dryness, leaving only a cool breeze in the shadows of the room.

The Supreme Sorcerer wakes up in his meditation room.

The incense burned during the previous night's meditation had been burned, leaving only a thin layer of ash swirling gently in the carved copper plate in the direction of the wind.

"Whew......," he sat up, stunned for a moment, and then leaned his foot under the bed—and sure enough, his own sandals, as he remembered, were waiting for him.

The laces of the sandals, made of white plant fibers and brass, were still a little kinked, but they were just right to snap into the gap between his toes.

He put his foot in his sandals and tentatively stood up—exactly the same touch of the ground, exactly the same light, exactly the same sea breeze blowing from the harbor, and the Thousand Sons even tasted the peculiar saltiness of the sea in the harbor area.

Emenute sat back down on the edge of the bed.

The breeze brushed his calves and blew the hem of his white garment tumbling.

In the distance, the bells of the pyramids of the Celestial Owl School echoed for a long time.

Suddenly, Chiko lowered her head and covered her face tightly with her hands.

For 10,000 years, even so.

Either way, at this moment......

He wept bitterly.

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A girl who scurried past ran headlong at him, but Emenute nimbly stepped to the side, just in time to get out of the way of the reckless mortal, and after receiving a sincere apology and a handful of gummies, the girl sprang away again.

Chiko put the gummy candy in the small bag around her waist, and by the way, she tucked one side of her robe into her belt, and greeted her legion comrades who came as she smiled.

The other man nodded at him, and Astarte, who was not wearing armor but dressed in a white robe, extended an invitation to him, holding a scroll of books in his hand, and they chatted together as they walked leisurely through the white marble squares and golden sandstone walkways, the unusually tall palmaceous trees swaying in the wind, casting swaying shadows on the ground, and the Grand Canal flowing and glistening in the sun, all the way into the snow-white spray bubbles on the blue waters of the harbor.

Together, they walked through the bustling market, the much quieter but fragrant garden area of the library with the scent of sand coffee and various flowers and fruit syrup, until they parted at the entrance of the library, and Emenute looked back at the sky, and a white cloud appeared in view, and the masts of the various ships and the launch towers of the port of Tizka rose and fell with the waves.

The wise men debating in the square were still talking in groups, but the setting sun had begun to cast a long shadow on everything.

The wind slowly blows from the desert.

Desert, raising storms.

obscured the sun's rays.

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It's time to go back, thought to himself, and began to walk down the road back to his lodgings, the sandstorm weather was not suitable for any outdoor activities, and he had to go back to get ready, and then his research vacation was coming to an end, and he would return to the Legion, and join the Father of Genes in another expedition to conquer the enemy and discover new knowledge—

No, the father of genes.

A sharp headache tore Chiko's mind through as he fell to his knees, the sand rubbing against the skin of his knees.

Wake up! Emenute! It's nothing but a lie! Beautiful lies!

The genetic father of a thousand sons is dead!

Crimson Magnus is dead!

Emenute! It's time to wake up! Don't indulge in such illusory dreams anymore!

The galaxy has been shattered, Prospero has been burned, the people, scholars, and pyramids have been reduced to rubble, the Fifteenth Legion is gone, you yourself have become the pathetic slave of Chaos, wielding your wicked silver tower, manipulating the dust puppets of your brothers, and the crimson, wise, and eternal Magnus has become the Demon Prince, and he was on the spot when he finally died—

- No? Wrong! Wrong?! Wrong?! I was on the Iron Lord's flagship!

How could the Great Scarlet King simply ...... on the Iron Lord's flagship End?!

It was the Iron Blood, with no signs, no invasion, no fights, and no aura of spiritual fluctuations......

And how did I learn of His death—

Ah, by the way, I should have been— I should have been— because of that ritual before—

"Emenute?" A voice interrupted Chiko's painful memories and thoughts as he knelt on the ground, his bloodshot eyes wide, blue light representing the precursor of uncontrolled psionic energy pouring out of his eyes, which would soon be noticed by the monitors and patrol guards here, unless-

A thin mortal in a tunic robe stepped out of the bushes beside him, a tweed cloak wrapped around his head, hiding his countenance, revealing only a pair of blue-green eyes as beautiful as a large green sea and a few strands of long black hair.

"You...... Who is it......? Chiko took a painful breath, trying to suppress the power in her body that suddenly began to become chaotic and out of control, "Hurry up...... Leave...... Other...... Come here......"

The other party seemed to be stunned for a moment, but did not walk away, but immediately ignored the warning and approached him, and put the palm of a hand on the body of Emmenute, who was overflowing with psionic energy, and before Chiko could speak again, a powerful, pure, and simple power poured into the painful Astarte's body, like a rainy and sunny ocean, and the chaotic psionic energy flow was immediately sorted out and pacified.

The different but very intimate psionic energy and characteristic aura made Chiko's eyes widen in surprise again, "...... you?" ”

"Let's go. Return to your accommodation. The other man withdrew his palm and whispered, "Don't pay attention, this is not a place to stay for long." ”

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Emenut did get up and hurried back to his residence, but what he didn't expect was that the "mysterious mortal" who had disguised his failure also returned with him.

"You...... Would you like a drink? "Chiko suddenly found that her private quarters seemed so cluttered and unfit for entertaining distinguished visitors, and damn it, I should have put more books that were more in line with the requirements of the school on the outermost shelves......

"A cup of hot, concentrated mixed berry syrup, mixed with only half a part of water." The other party had already sat down in Emenute's chair very familiarly, and Chiko was in a trance to find that the uninvited guest was really, very thin, and he seemed to occupy only a third of the place in his chair, which made him sway for a moment and be uncertain about his judgment.

But when he had prepared and served the purple drink to the other party, Emenuth had no longer doubted: the other had put down his camouflage cloak, and although the face did not bear any resemblance to the father of genes he knew, when the green-eyed, dark-haired mortal youth looked at him, a strange, soft harmonic resonance of psionic energy buzzed between father and son, and the bond was to be added to—

In the other party's outstretched hand was a small, very special shaped pendant.

Emenute pursed her lips and pulled out an identical pendant from the bottom of the necklace around her neck.

Wail.

At the end of the second watch, work first, everyone can go to bed early and rest early

(End of chapter)