Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

The flesh on his forehead had become blurred, and his pleading became increasingly irresistible to Sen.

The originally golden hair turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Every prayer was his remaining dignity.

Sen had no way to face Rodon like this.

"If there is no way to save her... then let me stay with her... please..."

Sen's figure disappeared.

With great effort, Rotun climbed to the source of life, and then stood up tremblingly.

"Gerald... transfer the Time Membrane to my body..."

"Jack, Paige...you and Gerald should go back to your residence together...Don't resist, you will only be expelled for your crimes..." Rotten held the source of life tightly in his hand.

A smile appeared on his cheeks, but this smile looked extremely ugly in the eyes of others.

"Mr. Rawdon...we are companions, aren't we?" Many words surged back and forth in Jack's throat, and finally his expression became firm.

"Mr. Rawdon, leave me alone!" Jack, who was only breathing his last breath, shouted with all his strength.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We are companions." As he spoke, Rotten groaned. Jack saw that an arrow had pierced Rotten's body, which had been shielded by himself. The arrow was less than a centimeter away from his heart.

"You don't want to take all the benefits this time for yourself, do you?" Gerard showed a vicious look.

"I won't return this thing to you after I'm done with it, but if you die, I'll keep the mirror in your tomb as payment, as agreed."

"In that case, I will help you take your things out as agreed."

"Gerald, I've always been curious. You don't have any children, so why do you love money so much?" At the ruins' exit, a wounded Rotten lay on the ground, looking at Gerald, who was barely breathing but still clutching his harvest. He asked.

"Who doesn't like money?" His tone was a little low.

"But I haven't seen you spend your money on anything?" Rotten asked curiously. He and Gerald had known each other for a long time. They always drank the cheapest barley wine and rum, and their meals were always casual. Their living quarters, while not shabby, were not luxurious either. He was very curious why Gerald loved money so much.

"I used them to build my tomb." A smile appeared on Gerard's face.

"Do you also want to be resurrected after death?" Roden's tone was a little strange.

"Of course not. I just think that for people like us who have excavated countless tombs and relics, wouldn't it be a good ending if someone else dug up our own tombs after we die?"

"If our descendants dig up the tomb and find nothing useful, won't they be disappointed? To ensure they don't return empty-handed, I naturally need to accumulate more wealth."

[“You’re so weird.” Rotten complained.]

"Is it even stranger than a blasphemous fellow like you?" Gerard finished speaking, and the two of them couldn't help but burst into laughter at the same time.

Rotten's gaze finally fell on Page, with a pleading look in his eyes, and a hint of a smile appeared on the other's face.

"I'm old..." Page showed a kind smile. He slowly walked to Rotten's side and helped him tidy up his collar and hair.

"People's dreams never fade with age. You told me that."

"Now, let me, let us accompany you to complete this magnificent adventure, which may be your last."

“An adventurer’s final farewell should be accompanied by the most magnificent adventure.”

Rawdon walked outside.

"I asked you to come here with me because you were willing to die with me."

"There are many people like this. I am honored, Mr. Rawdon."

Don’t they know that the path they have chosen is a path with no chance of survival?

of course I know.

But as they say, adventurers should die on the way.

Moreover, a gentleman will die for his friend.

Death has never been a scary thing for them.

"Once you've made your choice, follow me."

"Survive from death!"

Laughter washed away everything.

Their footsteps were extremely swift, and with their coordinated efforts, they had rushed to the gate of Palasti in less than ten minutes, and quickly reached the border of Palasti.

The moment they crossed the border, Mu Helin felt something.

In an instant, their power fell on the three of them. Rotten threw out the Mirror of Self, briefly blocking the power of the two.

"Run!" he roared with bloodshot eyes.

However, the Mirror of Self only blocked it for a moment, and this moment allowed them to step out of Parasti.

Theoretically, as priests, they shouldn't be able to chase them out again.

Wisps of green air spread around them, and the trees, weeds, and flowers seemed to come alive in an instant and surrounded them.

Gerald, Jack, and Page's attacks landed on the surrounding trees without causing the slightest ripple.

A ray of red flame shot out from the muzzle of the gun that Rotten carried with him, igniting the surrounding trees.

He was about to rush out with a few people, but his body seemed to be petrified and he couldn't move.

The source of life slowly floated from his arms, and they were drawn into Pallasti.

Three priests appeared before them.

"He stole a holy relic. According to the law, he should be stripped of everything he has in Parasti," Sen said calmly.

"Don't be so quick to convict, maybe there is some misunderstanding." Lin looked at Sen strangely, then said slowly.

"Let the city decide everything." Mu waved his hand, and the source of life returned to his hand.

Then everything about Rotun and the others appeared in Mu Helin's mind.

In an instant, the faces of the two people who had originally had gentle expressions became serious and ferocious.

"Sen! You have wavered! You have abandoned traditions and rules. You have done such a thing without telling us for the sake of outsiders." Mu pointed at Sen, his body trembling slightly.

Sen just looked at the other person quietly without saying a word.

"Punish him severely." Lin didn't say anything to Sen, but just read out his own plan for dealing with Rotten.

Their bodies slowly began to petrify.

Stealing holy objects is not a capital crime, but kidnapping a priest is a serious crime.

"You should have listened to me..."

Sen's voice was so soft that only Rotten could hear it.

The petrification had spread throughout his body.

"I hope... you can listen to me..." Rotten tried hard to put a smile on his cheeks.

Unfortunately, most of his cheek had turned to stone.

Death is inevitable.

In the last time.

His gaze fell on the people in front of him who had been completely petrified.

"As for adventure... even without bloodline and holy light... I still enjoy it..."

Before he could finish his words, his entire body had turned into stone, and he had lost the last bit of life.

There were some things that he finally realized and understood a little late.

P.S.1: Roton's expedition has come to an end, and the subsequent chapters will return to the transformation of the Kingdom of York. The protagonist who has been idle for so many chapters finally has the opportunity to reappear. Spread the flowers??ヽ(°▽°)ノ?

ps2: I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival~o(n_n)~

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Chapter 154: Chapter 34: Temptation, a country in misfortune

Peroz's body was shaking, her hands unconsciously grabbing the bricks below, her eyes staring blankly ahead, her teeth clenched tightly without making a sound.

Mori turned and looked at the other person.

Before he knew it, Peroz was in tears.

She tried hard to hide her feelings, tried not to show her vulnerable side to others, and tried to think about happy things.

but...

Can't do it.

She found that no matter how she tried to empty her mind or avoid certain things, many images would unconsciously rush into her mind.

[This is the last time. I will help you escape the fate of your family.]

[I...will also bring Alice back.]

Before the last expedition, my father’s words were still ringing in my ears.

"Peroz." Sen stood up gently, moved his body and patted her shoulder.

"I...I'm fine! I'm fine!" Peroz stretched out his arms and tried to wipe the tears from his cheeks, but the more he wiped, the more tears came.

"I'm just... just a little happy... My father is not like what I imagined... like that..." Peroz was speechless for a moment.

If he could, Peroz would like to go back to that time.

She wanted to tell her father.

Those things don't matter anymore.

She just wanted him to live.

As long as Dad is alive, that's enough.

It’s a pity that some words can no longer be said.

Sen did not say anything to comfort her, but instead focused his gaze on the starry sky at the border.

What is the world outside like?

There was some longing in his eyes, but it was just longing.

The world out there is dangerous.

Especially the Kingdom of York at this time.

The rain was drizzling, and black clothes were everywhere in Moroston. Most gentlemen or ladies had a white daisy pinned on their chests.

At this moment, the corners of the city seem to have lost their joy.

Most of the people walking on the street had stern faces.

King York was not a very good ruler.

His shortcomings are innumerable.

As a result, many good development opportunities were lost, and the social contradictions in Moroston became more serious.

But...these shortcomings cannot erase his strengths and contributions.

As the most people-friendly king of the Kingdom of York, his footprints are all over the country.

Perhaps some of his foolish actions caused the class contradictions to deepen, but because of his high profile and occasional tolerance, most people believed that he was a good king.

Yesterday evening, the benevolent king in the hearts of most people left them forever.

Not only the king, but a lot of things happened in Moroston during the time that Peroz was away.

First it was the small and medium nobles, then the big businessmen and nobles, and now the royal family seems to have fallen into misfortune.

The palace, the secret room.

"You swore it!"

"You swore to defend the country's orthodoxy, to protect the dignity of the royal family from being trampled upon, and you swore to shed your last drop of blood for the Kingdom of York!"

"You just stood there and watched...watched your father being killed by those guys!" A young man gritted his teeth and roared at Victor who was standing beside him.

He couldn't understand why Victor, who was the shield guarding the royal family, would do such a thing.