Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 193 The End of Civilization

The two people failed to reach the last stop, the Sword Town, and missed the chance to see the legendary Sword of the Brave.

While crossing the north, Tleila fell ill. Her cheeks were red, her body was hot, and she looked very uncomfortable.

Because the area was remote and there were no monks to treat her, Lu Ke had to take her to live in a nearby village and buy potions at the pharmacy.

"so bitter."

After drinking the potion, Trela's face wrinkled.

Seeing her like this, Lu Ke stuffed a candied date into her mouth and tucked the quilt in for her to prevent the cold wind from blowing in and making her condition worse.

Trela ​​chewed it and swallowed it reluctantly, saying aggrievedly, "Since I got sick, sweets have become unpalatable."

"This is what happens when you don't take care of your body." Lu Ke's tone became heavier, then lighter after a while.

"What do you want to eat? I'll go out and buy it for you."

"I want to eat you."

Lu Ke took back the bowl of candied dates with an expressionless face, "No, you're sick."

Trela's eyes were full of tears. "Do you want to try what it feels like to have a hot body?"

Luke glanced at her sideways and said nothing.

But Trela ​​kept insisting, "Try it, try it."

This time Luke stood up slowly and threw the bowl to the ground under Trela's puzzled gaze.

click-

Candied dates and broken bowl crumbs scattered on the ground.

"There is a limit to how much you can joke around!"

It was the first time that Trela ​​saw Luke lose his temper. She was stunned for a moment and apologized a little helplessly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Luke moved his fingers, and the ground squirmed to submerge the garbage. He glanced at Trela ​​on the bed and frowned.

From the middle of the journey, Trela ​​began to change a little. She was no longer as lively as before. Occasionally, she would be in a daze and look at him without saying a word. More often, she would pester him at night.

Elves have dull desires, and Luke seldom takes the initiative to get close to Trela, but he doesn't resist when his partner needs him. However, Trela ​​has been doing this too frequently recently, to the point where it may damage his foundation.

In addition to the cold climate in the northern countries and the fatigue from traveling, another reason for this illness was Trela's recent indulgence.

"You've been pestering me to do that kind of thing all this time, and now that you're sick you still won't stop. What are you worried about?"

Luke tried his best to remain calm. "As you know, elves are not that lustful. Physical pleasure is dispensable. I won't betray my marriage for something so insignificant."

Trela ​​bit her lip and said dejectedly, "But I am just afraid. Even the smallest desire does exist, and even the smallest possibility does not exist."

"I'm getting older, Luke, and it's especially noticeable when I'm with you."

She scratched her hair, curled up into a ball, and her eyes gradually turned red.

"Your body is as strong and sturdy as ever, but I feel that my skin is no longer as tight as it was when I was young, and my energy is not as strong as it was when I was young. This feeling is particularly prominent after the age of 30."

"Time is a gift to you. You can read more magic books, learn more knowledge, develop more magic, and your body will always remain in its best years."

As she spoke, Trela's tears fell onto the quilt bit by bit, and she stroked her cheeks which were red due to her illness.

“But for me, time is torture.”

"I may still be pretty now, but in ten years, I will have wrinkles on my face, my skin will sag, my health will deteriorate, and it will be difficult for me to get close to you. In another twenty years, I will be a completely old woman."

"Everywhere I go, I see women younger and prettier than me spying on you. I know you won't be tempted, but I'm just afraid."

Luke's frown gradually relaxed, and he soothed her in a gentle tone, "When you were young, you were much more confident than you are now. When faced with the issue of getting older, you would just be open-minded and say that it's a good thing to have a partner who is always young. Do you remember?"

Following Luke's words, Trela ​​recalled for a moment and smiled bitterly, "I remember that my thoughts were very simple at that time, and I didn't consider the issues comprehensively enough. I thought that as long as two people liked each other, nothing would be an obstacle."

"Same now."

Luke took off his coat, got into bed and hugged Trela, "Don't think so complicated. If I cared about appearance, why would I choose you?"

Trela ​​was stunned for a moment, and her tears slowly stopped. She asked with a nasal tone, "Are you saying that I am not good-looking?"

Lu Ke held the person in his arms tightly, "You are pretty, but that's not why I chose you."

"Then how did you fall in love with me?"

Lu Ke thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say. Originally, I never thought about finding a partner. After all, elves have a long lifespan, and I would be the one who would be sad if they died after a while. Later, you kept sticking to me and slowly moved me. Maybe deep down in my heart, I still hope that someone can accompany me."

"It sounds like you'd accept anything if someone pestered you."

"There is also a question of first come first served." Lu Ke showed the Mirror Lotus Ring in his hand, "Isn't this already locked in by you?"

Trela ​​didn't say anything, but Luke could feel the body in his arms relax a little, and after a while, the ups and downs of the person in his arms became stable, and she fell asleep. It seems that it is not just lifespan that prevents the immortals from being with humans, or in other words, the problem of lifespan will lead to many problems.

Lu Ke thought silently and let out a silent sigh.

After that night, Trela ​​returned to her old self, and told Luke awkwardly and frustratedly that she was just weak-willed and out of control after falling ill, and she would never have such wild thoughts again.

Humans are emotional animals, and it's normal to have ups and downs, but Luke felt that perhaps traveling was not suitable for them. If they met more young girls, Trela ​​might accumulate negative emotions again.

Thus, the three-year journey came to an end, and after Trela ​​recovered, Luke took her directly back to the fiefdom of Barum.

The fiefdom awarded by the city lord was not small in size, but most of it was in the suburbs, with a few villages scattered around. Because he had written a letter in advance to inform me that he didn't like crowds, there was no grand welcome when he returned, only a village chief to lead the way.

The village chief, with a shy smile, briefly introduced the area, population, income and tax revenue of the fiefdom in previous years, and then began a series of complaints.

To sum it up in one sentence, times are hard and the harvest is poor, so we pray that the lord will have mercy and collect less taxes.

If the tax is too high, the people below will be extremely resentful, but if no tax is collected at all, it would disrupt order. Lu Ke doesn't need that little bit of income, and he is too lazy to bother with such small matters. He just says that the tax can be collected according to the lowest level set by the previous term, but there must be no problems in the middle.

When the village chief heard this, he naturally smiled again and couldn't stop expressing his gratitude.

The lord's mansion was larger than the Campbell family's. After arranging for the servants to clean it, Luke and Trela ​​moved in the master bedroom.

Due to the remoteness of the territory and Luke's lack of interest in human interaction, there are very few guests here.

Basically, only Amir and Sally would come over occasionally with their son. The Magic Association initially invited Luke to give lectures, but after being rejected several times, it gradually gave up.

With little staff turnover, time flies and another five years have passed.

During this period, Trela ​​was emotionally stable. Apart from her appearance, which was no different from when she was young, she developed a hobby at home that most girls would not have - sculpture.

At first she just carved some simple shapes, then she hired a teacher to learn from her. After five years, her skills have improved and the things she carved are lifelike.

Later Luke found out that Trela ​​wanted to carve himself.

"Why would you want to make a statue of me?"

“At the end of civilization, all anyone can do is what the ancient infants did—carve words on stone.”

Trela, who was wearing work clothes, winked at him mischievously, "Isn't that the line in the story you told me?"

"It's just a story." Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Besides, I don't have anything worth recording."

Even Flame, the origin of human magic, will be forgotten. This "Father of Modern Magic" will probably become the "Father of Previous Generation Magic" after a hundred years, and he will no longer exist after several hundred years.

"I had this idea when I saw your statue in the royal city. Those guys didn't make it close enough. I want to give you a perfectly restored statue."

Luke stared at her for a long moment, then shook his head after making sure she was serious about this.

"Don't mess around."

"Why are you kidding me? I just put it at home for my own viewing."

“It would feel weird to have a statue of myself in my house.”

"It doesn't matter. If one is strange, then two won't be strange." Trela ​​smiled and talked about the follow-up plan.

"I will carve one for myself, and then put the two of us together."

Luke imagined the scene and frowned even deeper, "Isn't that even weirder?"

"Just say whether you agree or not!"

Trela ​​put the carving knife against her throat, looking as if she would die if you didn't agree, so Luke had no choice but to nod in agreement.

After that, the long carving process began.

Trela ​​carved very carefully, attentively, and slowly. It took her nearly a year to complete Luke's statue. Her own statue was much faster, probably because practice makes perfect, and it was completed in just half a year.

"Here, here."

"Over there, a little to the right, yes!"

Trela ​​directed Luke to move the statue around, constantly adjusting the angle.

When the two statues were placed together at the right angle, she looked at Luke with sparkling eyes, smiled faintly, and spoke lightly.

"This way, no matter how long it takes, the two of us will always be together, until the end of civilization."

Although it was only a fleeting emotion, Luke still keenly captured the sadness behind Trela's smiling face.

He was quiet for a moment, then nodded, agreeing with his wife.

"Yes, we will be together until the end of civilization."

(End of this chapter)