Chen Huijie, I am not a good person anymore!

"Dinner..."

It was unknown which director's voice it was. They were all guessing that the last guest who could be entertained by the Linguang family at a dinner party was the last guest who visited three years ago, on the day when Margaret Linguang was expelled. The last guest was named Ioletta Russell, now the Grand Knight of Casimir.

So what is the identity of this guest who can be entertained by the Linguang family in this way?

Maria was also full of curiosity about Luo Ya's identity. She looked at Hong Xue beside her, somewhat puzzled as she seemed to be even more confused about the situation than herself. After hesitating for a moment, the young Maria did not have much scheming and asked her doubts frankly.

"Sister Hongxue, are your ears and tail decorations?"

"Of course not, why do you ask?"

Hongxue came back to her senses. She had been thinking for a long time but couldn't figure out why Luoya knew Cyril, and they were teacher and student. She temporarily put aside all her thoughts and started chatting with Maria. This innocent and simple girl always reminded her of her past self.

"Because I see that Mr. Luoya doesn't have any racial characteristics, and you two are companions, so I..."

"Wait a minute." Hong Xue interrupted Maria, "You said Luoya has no racial characteristics, you can't see his horns and tail?"

How is this possible? Roya's tail and horns are so conspicuous that they even make him look more prominent, but Maria says he has no racial characteristics?

"Have it?"

Maria was stunned for a moment. She seemed to remember that there was no such thing, but it also seemed that there was. The Roya in her memory seemed to be between two different states. However, the Roya without racial characteristics gradually became blurred, and was replaced by an image similar to that of the Vaifans.

"Maybe I remembered it wrongly, it seems that there is."

Despite what Maria said, Hong Xue still felt something unusual. It had only been ten minutes since she and Luo Ya left. How could this girl remember Luo Ya's image wrongly? Could she have seen something? I hope it won't have any other impact on Luo Ya's plan.

..............................

Plan, in fact, Roya's original purpose of visiting Cyril was to build momentum for himself. He knew that all the influential forces in Casimir were eyeing the Linguang family, and his visit was also intended to intrude into their sight.

He was not worried that his identity would be discovered. After all, he had changed a lot compared to the Lungmen and Victorian periods. Draco's racial characteristics were his protective color, and the Business Alliance would never be able to find out his true identity in their lifetime.

But now, he put all his plans aside and just came to visit an old friend, listening to Cyril's stories about the past while trying to recall fragments of the past from deep in his memory. Although this would give him a headache, it was better than knowing nothing and just listening.

Tolan left just now. He needed to take a break. Hongxue also needed some space to think, so she went to help with cooking. There were only Luoya and Cyril here, and they had a lot to talk about.

Cyril's story also reminded Roya of some things, not too much, but at least he recalled the time when he nailed a brutal knight to a windmill with a bow and arrow, and the embarrassment of Cyril holding a sword and having no idea how to kill a chicken, and later they met another companion.

"Where's Kurotsuchi? Is he dead?"

For Sarkaz, names are something that doesn't matter. Many Sarkaz will just give their children random names, such as Hammer, Shovel, etc., because names have no meaning to most Sarkaz, and they will only know how to write their own names in their lives.

This was the case with Black Iron, whom Roya met during their journey with Cyril. He was not much older than Cyril and they had a very good relationship at that time. Roya traveled across most of Casimir with the young child. He only gave Cyril some pointers on his mature swordsmanship and spearmanship, but taught Black Iron all the archery he knew, as he was quite skilled in using a bow at that time.

"Well... he is still in the Wuzhou League. The current Wuzhou League is no longer the organization we are familiar with that exists for the common people.

"You were right back then. Times are always changing, and in the end they will always become unfamiliar to us. The same is true for the people we once knew... Heh, but he will probably be frightened by your return and be at a loss as to what to do."

Cyril smiled easily. He had mixed feelings towards the Helmetless Alliance. Then he thought of his little son.

"Maenna and Tolan thought I didn't know they were the Black Iron Leaders of the Wuzhou League, and they thought this would anger me. But now they have nothing to do with the Wuzhou League."

The word "Unheeled Alliance" made Roya feel nostalgic. The familiarity made him keep trying to dig out his memories, even ignoring the decline of his lifespan. Probably because he did not lose his memory during this resurrection, and with the series of people as the beginning, Roya did not consume much of his remaining lifespan by digging out his dusty memories, but only lost a week.

He came back to his senses and looked at Cyril with his dead eyes. He couldn't see, but he still kept his old habits. He couldn't help but laugh when he thought about Toland's performance.

"What would happen if they knew that you were one of the first generation of Black Iron of the Wuzhou League?"

No, not just Tolan and Mainna, anyone who gets to know the news will be shocked. As a minion of the Chamber of Commerce, the Helmetless Alliance has a bad reputation in Casimir. But who could have imagined that Cyril, a legend in Casimir, is actually one of the founders of the Helmetless Alliance?

The excavation of memory stopped here. It was not because Luo Ya couldn't bear the headache, but because no matter how much he dug, he didn't make any new discoveries and didn't remember anything anymore. He could probably remember the things that happened with Cyril because these things happened less than a hundred years ago, and there were still these fragments left for him to piece together. Although they were vague, he was no longer unfamiliar with Cyril.

"The Helmetless Alliance... We originally created it to kill those licentious and cruel knights, but now..."

"Don't force yourself to think about it. You're not in good health."

Luo Ya has used his abilities to examine Cyril. He has fought too many battles in his life and has suffered too many injuries. This is something Luo Ya can't do anything about.

Cyril couldn't help laughing and shook his head slightly while lying on the hospital bed.

“You don’t have to worry about me. The treatment machines next to me are all the most advanced. The house opposite my house lives with Casimir’s best doctors, all of whom were invited by the Chamber of Commerce.

"I know they all wish I were dead, but they also know I can't die too quickly... cough cough."

Cyril couldn't help coughing twice. He was still suffering from the pain, but he had already gotten used to it and didn't care. Roya used fire to make the warmth in the room more natural and adjusted his body a little.

"They really can't show that they hope you die soon. They have to invite the best doctors and use the most advanced medical methods to treat you to show their sincerity to the entire Casimir."

Of course Luo Ya knew what the Chamber of Commerce was planning. It was nothing more than making a big show to earn enough reputation and fame for themselves without causing any trouble. They hoped that Cyril would die soon, but they would never dare to be a behind-the-scenes promoter.

"Yes, but I'm still going to die... Teacher Noah, I can feel that I won't be able to wait until the next autumn harvest season, but at least I survived another winter and met you before that."

Cyril sighed. He knew his physical condition better than anyone else and had already prepared for death. Meeting Roya was his biggest surprise, but Roya couldn't help but frown.

"Don't say that. I'll help you take care of yourself these few days. Let's go out for a walk during the autumn harvest. Do you remember the days when we were in the Golden Plains?"

"Of course I remember. You asked Kurotsuchi to go hunting, but he went straight to a village and stole a chicken. However... the stars were beautiful that night. It's a pity that you can't see that kind of scenery in the city."

This is the part that Luo Ya didn't remember. Talking about it made him feel unfamiliar, and he felt indescribable disappointment at having lost these memories. How great it would be if he still remembered everything. He would remember every friend, the past and their experiences.

But this idea soon changed in Luoya's mind. He found that it might not be a good thing. Living too long and remembering too many dead people and things was also a burden on the spirit. Igor's regret alone made him remember it until now. Fortunately, at least he saw Cyril before he left.

Seeing that Luo Ya did not respond, Cyril guessed that he probably did not remember this part of the memory. Luo Ya had said that year that he might not remember them when they met in the future, but this did not prevent Cyril from continuing to talk.

“In order to repay the debt for the chicken, Heitie killed the cruel local lord as compensation to the villagers. His reputation began to spread at that time.

"Teacher, what do you think of Casimir now?"

Cyril suddenly changed the topic and stopped reminiscing about the past and started discussing the present. He already knew that Roya was not simply visiting him and wanted to hear what Roya thought of Casimir.

"I've only been here a few days. You're embarrassing me by asking me this question. I'm a blind man, so of course I closed my eyes and saw it."

Roya pointed to his eyes, causing Cyril to grin, before he softened a bit and continued.

"In Casimir right now, some people think that the Business Union is the cancer of this country, a group of people who can do anything for money. Some people think that the knights are corrupt and stubborn, dragging down this country. People are becoming more and more confused and numb. They devote themselves to this city but cannot find a path that belongs to them. I think this is a very unfortunate thing."

"The colorful neon lights fascinated their vision, and all kinds of seemingly exciting news caught their attention, so that some people could not see more clearly than a blind person like me."

Since Cyril has said so much, Luo Ya does not intend to avoid the topic any longer. Although he could not see it with his own eyes, he heard enough. It is better to say that because he saw less, it is easier for him to discover the essential problems.

“The Merchants’ Union did do a lot of bad things, but it helped Casimir’s economy recover quickly after the war. Now it is they who provide the knights with supplies and weapons, and maintain Casimir’s prosperity.

"In the eyes of most people today, the knights of Casimir are often full of virtue, kindness, integrity, bravery and fearlessness. But you and I both know that before the economy of Casimir was firmly controlled by the Commercial Federation, those who exploited the poor, oppressed the people, and hanged the infected were also knights."

Picking up a piece of apple and putting it in his mouth, Luo Ya could still hear the advertisements for the knight competition outside. He was not from Casimir, but some things were familiar to him.

"Whether it's the Knights or the Business Association, who is more noble? It all depends on what each has done. Nowadays, people always passively accept information given by others, regardless of whether it is true or false. Sometimes, even if the truth is scattered everywhere like pebbles, they are too lazy to bend down and pick it up."

“You still see things so clearly.”

After Cyril finished speaking, the whole room fell silent again. Luo Ya smelled something unusual. Cyril seemed to have made up his mind and fixed his eyes on him.

"Your answer proves that you are still the same as before, so I can return this thing to you without worry. Teacher, you may not believe it... but I have actually died once."

The fruit knife in his hand fell to the ground because he was too surprised. Luo Ya was stunned by Cyril's words, and then he immediately realized something. The cold voice in his mind finally had some other reaction besides the indifferent countdown.

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Chapter 159 Luo Ya: It has nothing to do with me

Maria couldn't remember the last time the Linguang family welcomed guests. Was it two years ago, or three years ago? She hadn't seen her grandfather smile for a long time. Ever since her parents disappeared many years ago, her grandfather had always been worried. But her sister Margaret and uncle said that her grandfather was not worried about them, but about something bigger.

But today's guest looked so young and was indeed her grandfather's teacher. This really surprised Maria, and she felt that her worldview had been overturned.

Sofia, who had just arrived, had not seen Luoya yet, but she glanced at Hongxue who was leaving with the dishes, then reached out and poked Maria's arm.

"Maria, who is that guest? How could Master Cyril hold a dinner for him? Could it be that the Grand Knight Commander is here?"

Although she is only a branch of the Linguang family, as a squire knight, Zofia should be more respectful to Maria, but they grew up together, and in terms of seniority, Zofia is still Maria's aunt, which also makes there is basically no gap between the two. However, Maria doesn't know how to answer this question. Roya's identity is obviously not as simple as it seems.

But since Cyril said so, Maria could only answer according to what he said.

"It was my grandfather's former teacher."

"Ah, Master Cyril's teacher?"

Zofia was stunned, and then subconsciously thought that Roya must be over a hundred years old. At such an old age, he could come to visit Cyril in person in the Knight's territory. This friendship was really extraordinary, but Cyril's teacher must not be an ordinary person.

After imagining the image of a white-haired old man in her mind, Sofia quickly got busy again. If she wanted to entertain the guests, she had to be careful.

The family could no longer afford to hire a servant, so Maria naturally had to help. The little girl thought of Roya's overly young face and couldn't imagine that he could have taught Cyril, the legendary Casimir.

"By the way, auntie, how's your preparation for the competition going?"

"It's not bad, I should still be able to get a good ranking. No, how many times have you told me to call me sister? I'm only five years older than you!"

He knocked Maria on the head in annoyance. Sofia was very sensitive about topics like age. Although she was older, she was still young.

"But Auntie, your figure doesn't look like someone under 20 years old."

Maria rubbed the place where she was hit, and subconsciously glanced at Zofia. Who can have such a figure at the age of 18? She is almost a model.

Sofia didn't feel offended by Maria's words. Instead, she stood with her hands on her hips proudly.

"This is a talent I was born with. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

"Okay, but is it really okay for you to participate in the knight competition, aunt? I still feel it's very dangerous."

Maria was very uneasy about Zofia's decision to participate in the knights' competition. It's not like she hadn't seen those competitions before. Unlike others who felt excitement and pleasure from the knights' fighting, she only felt scared and worried that Zofia would encounter some bad accident with her strength.

"Don't underestimate me. I have been taught by Master Cyril and have been training myself over the years. Even if I can't win the championship, I won't lose so easily."

Zofia was of course well aware of how many secret tricks there were in the knight competition. Those knights who stood at the top of the rankings in the competition were basically favored by the Grand Knights and the Chamber of Commerce. They had special people to give them advice, analyze their opponents and even find corresponding coaches for them. There were also special departments to make equipment for them. It was difficult for independent knights like Zofia to make it to the front row because they could only rely on themselves.

But Zofia has made up her mind. After she is done with her work, she will sign up for the competition. Even if she cannot win the championship like Margaret Linguang, she wants to prove that the Linguang family has not declined and that she, a squire knight, can also stand out in the competition.

Putting down the soup spoon in her hand, Sofia estimated that these dishes were almost ready. The banquets that the Lingguang family hosted for guests were never luxurious, and they always had a homely taste. If Cyril didn't give any special instructions, they would basically be of this standard.

"The soup is almost ready. Let's get the guests ready to eat. Has Mauna not come back yet?"

"Uncle just called and said he has to work overtime tonight, so he asked us to eat first, and he also asked me something about the guests."

Hearing this, Zofia nodded, guessing that this was because Mayenna herself didn't know the identity of this guest. This was really strange. How could Mayenna not know Cyril's teacher? This made Zofia want to meet Mr. Roya.

Maria nodded her head quickly. Just as she walked out of the kitchen to call Roya for dinner, she saw him and Cyril walking down the stairs, supporting each other... Wait, with whom? !

"Grandfather, why did you get out of bed!?"

These words scared Zofia so much that her hands trembled and she almost dropped the soup on the ground. She quickly put the soup down and ran out to see what was going on. Then she saw Roya helping Cyril walk down the stairs, and Cyril was telling him where to stop.

"Yes, that's it. You don't look like a blind person."

"Oh, don't say so much. Cyril, you have become too light over the years. I could lift you up with one hand back then, and I can still hold you with one hand now. You have to eat well tonight."

"Of course, my appetite hasn't been this good for many years."

Cyril smiled happily and waved to Maria and Zofia. He didn't look like an old man lying in bed at all.

"Zofia, what delicious food did you make today?"

"Master, what are you doing..."

Zofia was stuttering and couldn't speak. She didn't know whether she should be shocked that Roya looked younger than her, or that Cyril could still get out of bed and walk, and looked much better than before.

"I haven't seen my old friend for so many years, how can I not have a meal together? Well, I can smell the stew. Teacher Noah, you have to try Zofia's cooking. I taught her that."

When he heard Cyril mention his cooking skills, Roya's tail swung depressedly, as if he was thinking of some bad things in the past.

"Come on, you have the nerve to teach others when you can't even tell the difference between salt and sugar. I still don't understand where you got the courage to travel around with a wooden sword at the age of twelve, and you didn't even dare to kill a chicken."

Cyril back then was not yet the legendary Casimir. He was just a childish and reckless boy with a passionate heart and a sense of justice. Even his sword was made of wood. Luo Ya could only sigh that he was really not afraid of death.

"Come to think of it, you gave me my first sword."

"That happened many years ago."

Luo Ya helped Cyril to the dining table. Hong Xue was very considerate and took a cushioned chair for him to sit down, then walked to Luo Ya's side.

After spending some time thinking about what was going on, Hongxue finally decided to give up thinking. She found that Luoya's identity was much more complicated than she thought, and it was obvious that Luoya did not remember his past friendship with Cyril until he met Cyril again. Combined with his previous conversation with Kashena, Hongxue also guessed that Luoya probably had forgotten many things.

Just now she was worried that Roya might have a rift with Cyril because of his amnesia, but now it seems that even if he doesn't remember everything, the relationship between the two is still very good, and Roya seems to be in a good mood. It is really not easy for him to meet an old acquaintance when he has been busy integrating the movement.

"Teacher, let me introduce them to you. Maria is my youngest granddaughter, and then there is Zofia, who is also a member of the Linguang family."

Sitting at the dinner table again after many years, Cyril felt a lot of emotions in his heart. Although Zofia was only a squire knight, he never treated this girl as an outsider, otherwise he would not have taught her swordsmanship.

"And my youngest son, Maenna, where is he?"

"Grandfather, Uncle Mahenna said he has to work overtime tonight and won't be able to come back."

Maria spoke in a low voice. She didn't want to dampen Cyril's good mood, but Mainna was indeed very busy at work. No one could understand why Mainna, the second son of the Linguang family and once known as the Lightless Knight, would choose to work in a company. Some even thought that he was bringing shame to the Linguang family.