Your notoriety is known to everyone

Chapter 212 In autumn, at dusk, in the golden sunset (4k)

The weather is getting colder, the morning dew has become cold and clear, and the sun has lost its previous heat and become soft and elegant.

The leaves on the treetops are swaying in the breeze, seeming to be making final preparations for the coming cold winter.

The ground was covered with fallen leaves that had been blown down by the wind, forming a golden carpet that shone lightly in the sunlight.

"Have you been hiding something from me lately?"

Lufia followed Elena, she crossed her arms, frowned slightly, and the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, asking with a hint of helplessness and grievance.

At this time, Alina was holding the information sent back by Derek, Addis, Ivan and others. She was walking in the flower garden in the front yard. When she was thinking about the next instructions, she heard Lufia's question and stood up. The figure was slightly startled.

But he returned to normal in an instant, and asked with a normal expression: "What do you think I'm hiding from you?"

"I'm asking you just because I don't know." Lufia pursed her lips and hummed before replying.

In the past, she only had a vague feeling, but when she got up this morning and noticed that Alina was in a different state than usual, a certain feeling in her heart became stronger, making her feel that there was definitely something important in it. Things happened quietly in places she didn't know about.

A few days passed by in a hurry, and late autumn suddenly arrived. The sky gradually lost the blue of summer and became heavier.

"The faith of the Haixin School spreads faster than expected, and the faith brought by the entire school is also extremely rich. You can consider asking Delik to prepare bait."

"Pantheon's temptations are becoming more and more obvious now. Although they have not shown any hostility, their surveillance actions are gradually less concealed.

Rogers stretched his arms and yawned as he walked into the front yard. When he saw Alina, she didn't look at her in response as usual.

The cool air is floating in the valley, and with the gentle autumn wind blowing, there is a sense of coolness.

"The progress on Delik's side is no longer as smooth as it was at first due to the pursuit of several agents. Now he is cooperating with Ivan in missionary activities in the south.

During the flight, he looked down and saw people wearing heavy coats and scarves, walking hurriedly on the cold streets.

One afternoon, after Alina's reminder, Rogers hurriedly left the palace and headed towards Braidland alone.

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

The sunlight becomes softer, and the light and shadow cast by it become paler. The branches of the trees gradually reveal their withered yellow figure, and the sparse leaves dance in the autumn wind.

Then coupled with the incident of Luo Gesi's death due to the wind disaster, it is estimated that the flames of hatred will only burn even more intensely.

"In addition to these, your disciples will occasionally leave the academy and start crusade against occasional disasters. Recently, Luka was also given the title of 'Little Sword Master' by the person who benefited from him..."

But even with the final World-Destroying Witch under control, the remaining ones are not worth paying much attention to Logos.

After Luo Gesi approached, Alina stuffed the document into Luo Gesi's arms and briefly described a series of recent changes.

Last night, after he started speaking, he suddenly discovered that this guy who used to be extremely arrogant turned out to be shy.

He could see the efforts of those apprentices from some details in the document, especially Luka. This child hated the disaster because of the past when his grandfather was killed by the disaster.

The mountains in autumn reveal a deep and solemn atmosphere, and the grass on the hillside has lost its summer greenness and turned into a golden ocean.

"Since you don't even know what to ask, why are you asking?" Elena chuckled at Lufia's rhetorical question. She put a stack of documents in her right hand and reached out to rub the other person's head with her left hand. He said slowly: "It's just that one guy got a little bolder and surprised me."

"Well, okay." Lufia said in a frustrated tone, her shoulders slumped slightly after knowing that she couldn't ask any more questions.

Suddenly, the autumn wind came, blowing the hair of the two girls, bringing a bit of coolness.

Rogers scanned the document slightly and nodded slowly after listening to the report.

The streets of Bridgland are bustling with traffic, traditional handicraft workshops and large factories coexist. The city's commercial activities seem to be far more prosperous than Rogers remembered.

There are various shops and bars on the roadside. The shops are filled with a wide range of products. The vendors are trying their best to attract customers, creating a noisy and noisy atmosphere.

Obelisks shining with magical light are dotted here, where people gather, communicate, work, and have fun, everything seems richer.

Logos hurriedly passed through the landscape of the territory that had been changed by him, and flew straight to Earl Braid's Mansion.

The magic circle that blocked the strong man did not hinder him at all, because he already had the blood of the Braid family in him.

The environment in the house was not much different from what he remembered. With a slight sweep of his perception, he suddenly flashed into the corridor in front of his parents' bedroom.

Earl Breed was sitting on the sofa in the corridor, his fingers tapping his knees nervously, his eyes sometimes looking at the clock standing by the window, sometimes towards the bedroom door.

The clock ticked, and every sound was like a silent call during a long wait. He tried to calm down his emotions, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

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

Just when Earl Breed stood up and was about to stretch his tense muscles, his expression suddenly froze. Then he looked to his side cautiously, but he only saw the old butler and Hans waiting beside him.

"Sir, Madam has always been in good health. We are also accompanied by the best healing magician in the East. You don't have to worry so much."

The old butler raised his hand to touch his chest, leaned slightly, and said some useless words, trying to regain Earl Breed's attention.

Hans also said similar words. He also thought that Earl Breed was too nervous at this moment, which was why he appeared in a rare daze.

"I see."

Earl Breed slowly raised his hand and tidied his clothes cautiously and meticulously.

His movements were smooth and precise, as if every gesture contained calmness and stability, showing his unique grace and elegance in the past.

The old butler looked at Earl Braid's fingers gently brushing the satin-smooth fabric, and his expression couldn't help but be startled. He didn't quite understand why his master suddenly became so calm and decent again.

Luo Gesi stood quietly beside the three of them. He did not deliberately reveal any of his own aura, but his father miraculously noticed it.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from inside the house, it was the soft cry of a baby just after it fell to the ground.

This sound echoed throughout the corridor, making people feel the joy and warmth brought by the arrival of new life. Soon, a second cry followed, this time slightly higher-pitched, like a dazzling star rising slowly, burning in the quiet air.

The two cries were intertwined, with 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 tied behind her head walked out. She smiled and announced the good news to Earl Breed:

"Congratulations! Madam has successfully given birth to a young lady and a young master!"

Earl Breed tried to remain calm when he heard this, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth decently, but uncontrollable fluctuations of joy were revealed in his deep eyes.

The excitement made his breathing quicken, and the etiquette that bound him at this moment seemed to pale and powerless.

Without worrying too much, he immediately walked into the bedroom, waved away a maid who was leaning on the bedside, and looked at Mrs. Breed with gentle eyes.

Mrs. Breed's face showed an expression of exhaustion, and there were still fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Her hair was wet and messy, but her eyes revealed a unique maternal love.

The two babies were wrapped in towels and placed in her arms, squirming and crying in her warm embrace.

She let Earl Breed hold her hand and listened to all kinds of concerned questions.

But the next moment, the lady cast her eyes towards the door, and two lines of crystal tears fell down her cheeks, like the clear rain in late spring, soft and moist.

The setting sun gradually sets, and the golden afterglow shines into the room, covering everything in soft warmth.

Rogers came to the bedside and, like his father, gently held his mother's hand.

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

At this point, he completed his last commitment before ascending.

……

The high clouds were illuminated with golden light by the setting sun, as if they were a magnificent and gorgeous canopy hanging in the sky.

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

They are intertwined to form countless unique and patterned cloud patterns, like a gorgeous painting.

Under this light, in a spacious and ancient attic in a southern city.

A ray of setting sun shines through the attic window, casting mottled light spots on the old stone wall, illuminating Delic's slender figure.

However, the dark ragged cloak on his body and the pure black ferocious ghost face seemed to be ruthlessly destroying this gentle atmosphere.

He just stepped on the old wooden floor of the attic, making a creaking sound with every step, and his figure swayed slightly in the dim light.

A sword blade with a faint glint of cold light slowly stretched out from his cuff, shining faintly in the dusk.

"I serve the Triple Great One so devoutly and sacrifice my body and mind. Why do you pursue me so closely?"

A middle-aged man's voice floated back and forth in the attic. His tone was extremely hoarse, containing deep fatigue and fear, as well as the most important confusion.

"Mr. Gurewin, since you are so pious, why did you contact the priests of the Pantheon at the end of last month?"

Derek's voice was low, and his eyes scanned the furnishings in the attic warily, finally focusing on the container in the corner.

The cabinet was made of thick wood, and the traces of time had left complex imprints on its surface. There was an ancient bronze lamp placed next to the cabinet, burning a touch of sandalwood.

"I didn't betray the Order! I just wanted to get an ancient book from there! You know, for a historian of magic like me, this is an irresistible temptation!

"My faith has never wavered! Before you arrived, I kept praying to the Triple Great One and carefully felt the baptism of His wisdom!"

Gurewin explained anxiously and quickly, and when the words came to an end, they even turned into a low roar.

"But your meeting with the priest exposed the scope of activities of a large stronghold." Delik's voice was still calm, and he recounted the facts in a leisurely manner.

The person on the other side fell into silence immediately after hearing this, and did not continue to argue too much. Time seemed to have frozen here, everything was immersed in tranquility, and there was no more noise.

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

Derek's eyes suddenly condensed, and he wielded his sword and swung a stream of dark purple light at the bronze lamp placed next to the container.

The stream of light shuttles like sharp arrows, splashing out at an unparalleled speed, bursting out several thrilling light trails.

Thick smoke instantly rolled up from the bronze lamp, and dense smoke spread in the space, forming a thick layer of fog.

The light and smoke intertwined with each other, making a harsh roar at the moment of collision. The walls in the attic were gradually covered with sharp scratches, as well as concave surfaces and cracks that seemed to have been struck by a blunt instrument.

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

He stared at Derek with a stern look on his face, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"The Threefold Great One loves wisdom. He will not hinder those who seek the truth, but will only support the disciples who pursue knowledge!

"How can a reckless man like you know His will?! You are just taking the name of God for your own selfish desires!"

Gurewin's tone was sonorous, and he held a nine-section wooden wand in his hand. With a strong piety on his face, he pointed the tip of the wand at Derrick and shouted:
"In the name of Logos! Burn!"

The next second, Derik suddenly swung his sword and sliced ​​Gurewin's throat easily.

Gurewen, on the other hand, was still looking at the unresponsive wand in disbelief. He was thinking about whether there was a mistake in writing any of the "Rogoth language" until his death, but just now it didn't even cause an elemental shock.

Derek neatly threw the blood stains on the sword on the floor. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his body suddenly froze.

At some point, a young girl was floating in the attic window.

The other party was wrapped in a sacrificial robe, had short gray-blue hair, and a little baby fat on his cheeks. At this moment, his face was full of disbelief, staring at Derek blankly.

(End of this chapter)