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Chapter 184 Rogers, are you dead? (4k)

"Fortunately, you have met me. If you are obedient and can satisfy me, I might even give you a chance to leave completely. Otherwise..."

Luo Gesi stepped on the swollen face of the horse thief leader and smiled condescendingly.

The surrounding horse thieves watched blankly as their leader was trampled on the face and humiliated, but they did not dare to make any unnecessary moves.

Their leader has the strength of a late-stage bronze warrior and a very vicious vision. He will never take the initiative to rob passers-by who have the aura of a strong man.

But this time, in the blink of an eye, the boy opposite knocked the leader to the ground.

"Where is the money? Hand it over to me quickly!" Rogers took out the pocket watch from the pocket sewn under his cloak. After turning the timer twice, he said with a grin: "If you don't do anything before the watch rings, you will move your head! "

The leader of the horse thieves tried his best to raise his black and swollen eyelids and looked at the gorgeous dial with a hint of confusion. However, although he had never seen a pocket watch, he understood the general meaning of the words.

Just when he wanted to open his mouth to respond, he found that his face was pressed tightly by the sole of Rogers' shoe, and he could only make a whimpering sound.

Seeing the pointer keep turning, his eyes couldn't help but turn red with a hint of despair.

In addition, this place is the intersection of many major trade routes, so Rava City can be considered prosperous.

The outline of the volcano is clearly visible, and its huge body stands erect between heaven and earth, like a sleeping giant, exuding an awe-inspiring aura of majesty. The interlaced texture of the rocks shines with a strange light in the sun.

Narrow lanes criss-cross the town, like dry rivers, and the mottled marks of history are faintly visible on the walls made of sandstone and stone.

Because of the existence of these horse thieves, ordinary caravans on this trade route have almost disappeared, and the number of caravans that can hire warriors or magicians to escort them is very rare, and it is unknown how long it will take.

"Sir... you are stepping on the leader, it is difficult for him to speak..."

Rogers and Alice both dismounted and walked into the town. The buildings in the town were mainly earthy and blended into the surrounding desert environment, giving people a simple and natural feeling.

After an afternoon tea, under the cover of Alice's [Hidden Special], Rogers took a deep breath, raised his feet and stepped hard on the sand under his feet.

The two rode forward, and as they went, sparse piles of dark green weeds appeared on the originally barren skyline, followed by the extremely conspicuous Palifu volcano.

"We usually don't take too much with us when we go out. These are the only two silver coins and some copper coins..."

"Let's go there on foot. Just behave naturally. According to what these horse thieves say, the town over there is not too chaotic. The madmen in the Chaos Abyss should be in the hiding stage and there is no unbridled harm."

The Palifu volcano erupted nearly a thousand years ago. According to records, the lava and volcanic ash at that time covered a large area of ​​​​the surrounding land. While bringing destruction, it also gave the soil nutrients and fertility, creating many plants. Excellent environment for survival.

Rogers changed the saddles of the two horses and got on the horse, not intending to continue waiting for the caravan with Alice.

"Talk!" Luo Gesi's face suddenly turned ugly. He glared at the horse thief and casually threw a small enchanted stone, which pierced his forehead.

After putting away the pocket watch, Rogers took out a handkerchief, wrapped the currency and put it away, and then asked some questions about the surrounding situation.

For hundreds of years, desert people have continued to come to settle down and open up farmland, gradually forming a relatively small town - Rava City.

The original horse thieves had disappeared without a trace, and were completely sent away by Luo Gesi. When the strong wind carried the sand and passed by, it was as if these horse thieves had never appeared. Only the two horses were the only remaining traces.

"Cry?! Crying counts as time!" Luo Gesi reminded him impatiently, staring into the other person's eyes.

People wearing cloaks or robes with thick headscarves on their heads were passing through, and from time to time you could see stalls with a wide variety of products on the roadside.

When Rogers raised his feet, the leader quickly fumbled in his pocket, took out all his money, held it high and handed it to Rogers, the pocket watch also beeped appropriately.

A horse thief not far away warned carefully in imperial dialect with a strong accent.

After a slight cracking and popping sound, a bright red blood stain flowed from the horse thief's eyebrows. His body fell limply from the horse, splashing a burst of sand and dust, while the horse took uneasy steps on the spot.

Colorful silks, spices and exquisite handicrafts are intertwined, exuding an exotic atmosphere.

It is unknown whether the information from the Imperial City Newspaper did not reach here, or whether these businessmen and residents did not believe the newspaper reports. The news that the volcano was likely to erupt did not make Lava City desolate.

"The castle surrounded by palm trees in front is the city lord's palace. The city lord here has no title and can only be regarded as a squire. However, because of the importance of Lava City, his status is not low..."

Rogers raised his hand and pointed forward. When introducing Alice, he realized that they were being spied on.

"Let's find a hotel to stay in first."

He frowned slightly and spoke softly to Alice.

The most troublesome thing about this remote place is the security issue. There are countless rats with various thoughts.

But compared to the Son of Chaos Abyss and the many lunatics gathered in Lava City, these rats are nothing.

There are also some followers of the Abyss lurking here, but for fear of stimulating the forces of the Chaos Abyss, Logos only gave them the task of detecting intelligence and prohibited them from intervening too much, so the number was not large.

The reason why they didn't contact them immediately was that they were afraid that they would be targeted by the madmen in the Chaos Abyss and cause unnecessary trouble.

There is no so-called planning in this city. There are markets everywhere, as well as taverns and hotels. Many residents even converted their homes into hotels.

"Good afternoon, my name is Armidale."

A middle-aged man wearing a dark blue robe, a thick black turban on his head, slightly dark skin, and a thick beard came to Luo Gesi, introduced himself cordially and asked:
"Do you two adults need to wait for the city lord's summons? My hotel is not far to the south of the castle. It can be reached within a meal's walk. If you don't have a place to stay yet, you can come with me."

Armidale's attitude was very respectful, because the posture and temperament of Rogers and Alice were not like ordinary businessmen at all. For residents with a strong business environment, knowing people is the most basic skill.

Rogers pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement, and Armidale's smile grew even stronger when he saw this. After realizing that Rogers was the person in charge, he immediately thoughtfully led the horse for Rogers and began to introduce him. Which places in the city have a better environment for fun, and which places are more affordable. While they were talking, several people came to a three-story khaki stone house. Armidale asked a young man sitting on the stone steps at the door to lead the two horses to the stables behind the house, and then took Rogers with him. Entered the lobby of the hotel with Alice.

"Wood is too expensive, so most of the furniture in hotels in the city is made of stone. However, the beds are covered with many layers of cotton, so they are not too hard."

Armidale looked at Alice's curious look and explained.

Rogers' eyes fell on the child who was reading a book lying on the stone table of the counter. He was flipping through a large book, his fingers moving back and forth on the coordinate system drawn on the page, his eyes full of curiosity and exploration.

“His name is Tatua, my youngest son, and it was my eldest son who took care of your horse just now.

“That book was left behind by a former guest, but we only know arithmetic and don’t know many words.

"I don't know why this kid likes to hold the book that he can't understand and touch it. Later, I heard an old liar from Jingam said that the book was written by a sage. He also praised this brat. One day I can understand it, and maybe I can become a sage."

Armidale came to Logos, looked at Tatua lovingly, and spoke in a mocking and self-deprecating tone.

"Written by a sage?" Rogers showed curiosity, walked to the counter, and asked Tatua softly: "Can I have a look at this book?"

"Well, look." Tatua looked up at Luogesi, hesitated, and finally pushed the book over.

The paper of the book is not of high quality, and the title of the book is engraved on the leather cover: "The Discourses of Rogers Breed".

This book was not written by Luo Gesi, but someone compiled the knowledge he imparted and attached some of the author's own notes.

Luo Gesi has seen many similar books, and the annotations in this one are not that brilliant.

Suddenly, Luo Gesi seemed to have touched a flash of spiritual light. He slowly opened the book again, placed it in front of Tatua, and asked in a calm tone: "Do you want to know what these words mean?"

"Think!" Tatua replied immediately without hesitation, with longing and curiosity on his face. He stared blankly at Luo Gesi, his eyes full of hope.

"The word means existence, but it has more than one meaning. In different discourses, this existence can be isolated or continuous.

"It's like a river. Some people say that we can't step into the same river twice. It's about isolation..."

Logos pointed to a word, and what he said deliberately was not simple for Tatua, but Tatua still tried his best to frown, and kept murmuring: "Existence...existence..."

"Then what do we exist? How do we exist? I am... what am I?"

Tatua's words were childish and clumsy, and his description of the problem was vague, but the curiosity in his eyes became more and more intense, and his look fell in Luo Gesi's eyes, like a treasure.

"You go back to your room to rest for a while, and I'll teach this child a lesson." Rogers' eyes never left Tatua. He handed the backpack to Alice beside him and said slowly.

It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. This old proverb from his hometown in his previous life kept lingering in Luo Gesi's mind.

He suddenly understood a lot of things and what enlightenment meant.

There is no need to find the most outstanding scholars in the empire, nor the many geniuses of Saint Herteri, just the children in this remote place are enough.

All Logos has to do is hand over a key, a key that can open the door to wisdom.

Neither knowledge nor wisdom is the most important. The most important thing is the key itself.

The surge of [Enlightenment Special] gave him a long-lost pleasure, and he wanted to continue this pleasure.

"Okay." Alice took the backpack obediently without asking too many questions.

Armidale thanked her profusely, claiming that this was a rare honor for Tatua. When he saw that Rogers was only continuing to concentrate on instructing Tatua, he quickly shut his mouth and guided Alice to the guest room respectfully and gratefully. s position.

The sun slowly sets, and the sky is covered in orange-red and lavender. The sunset reflects a magnificent and gorgeous picture. The sand is gently floating in Rava City, like golden mist, making people feel like they are in a dream.

As night falls, the temperature drops sharply. Not only is it not as hot as during the day, but it is also chilly, highlighting the unique climate of the desert.

Tatua had curled up in a heavy blanket, while Armidale lit charcoal, which was extremely precious to him, at the counter to keep Logos warm.

"Okay, that's it for today." Rogers said softly with a dry throat.

Tatua stood up and bowed under the leadership of Armidale, stroking her chest and expressing sincere thanks.

Logos just waved his hands at this. What he gained was precious. Without asking too much about the price of accommodation, he handed all the two silver coins and copper coins he took from the horse thief to Armidal:
"Tatua is talented. This is my gift to him. After I leave in a few days, I will use the money to hire a good tutor for him."

After finishing speaking, despite Armidale's blunt statement that the money was far more than a few days' overnight stay, and his successive refusals, Rogers went straight back to the third-floor house where he was assigned to live.

"I didn't expect that the [Enlightenment Special] that has troubled me for the longest time can usher in transformation by simply handing over a key. This is too difficult to evaluate."

He returned to the house, closed the wooden door, and couldn't help but sigh to himself.

Although the [Enlightenment Special] is only a high-ranking special, he can clearly feel that maybe tonight, or maybe at dawn, he will get the second miracle.

"It seems that you are in a good mood. Should we plan anything more? Or should we just go to bed?" Alice looked at the smile on the corner of Rogers' mouth and asked softly with the same smile.

"Wait a minute." Rogers suddenly remembered something he had promised. After he replied to Alice, he summoned the magic book and pulled out a piece of paper with the same printing.

The paper contains many words from Alina, such as the arrangements for the two shadow demons, the description of the club's operation, new progress in the research of space magic, etc.

Then all that was left was to ask about Logos' current situation. As time went by, Alina asked more and more questions, and the tone of her words became stiffer to the naked eye.

Until Rogers' eyes fell on the bottom of the printed paper, there was only a question written in a line of beautiful and regular handwriting: Rogers, are you dead?
(End of this chapter)