Your notoriety is known to everyone.

"Either kick those insects away, or I return to Saint Helte and never enter the demonic community again."

Many people instinctively frowned in displeasure when they heard Luo Gesi's arrogant words, but when they saw Luo Gesi's pure eyes, which seemed to have seen the future, they all became shaken.

None of the people present were lower than gold. They all had extremely strong spiritual senses and intuitions. And Luo Gesi's perfect self-confidence and the deeds that Luo Gesi had accomplished made them uncontrollably start to daydream. .

"Seniors, you can think slowly. I still have many important things to deal with, so I won't stop here for now." Luo Gesi said goodbye with his chest caressed, then turned around with his cane and walked steadily towards the outside of the hall. go.

The magicians under the dome all stared at the back of the silver-haired boy, with different expressions on their faces, until he disappeared into the frame made of the arched door.

The sky gradually turned dark, and the stars and moon flashed in the boundless darkness, like twinkling jewels dotting the curtain of the night.

The streets of Braidland gradually became quiet, and people returned to their warm homes one after another, leaving only a few shops with lights on.

The snow-covered houses and trees exude a pale sheen, which becomes clearer against the backdrop of the night. The water droplets dripping from the roof condense into ice in the cold night wind and make a faint crackling sound.

Luo Gesi closed the curtains in the bedroom to block the cold wind outside. After he and Alina finished washing, they sat cross-legged on the soft bed together.

After Alice heard the news about the appearance of the Son of Chaos Abyss yesterday, she hurriedly left the Braid Territory due to her responsibilities.

Listening to the many news coming from afar, Luo Gesi also roughly guessed that this was Sacresson's revenge against the two viscounts after he ascended to the throne of the Holy Son.

"Aren't you afraid that they will really release you to Saint Helte? This just goes with the wishes of the Three Sages School."

Alina gently combed her long snow-white hair with both hands, then she gathered her hair and neatly tied it into a ponytail with a strip of cloth. Then she spread out the book related to the mysterious symbols, picked up the quill for sketching, and Getting ready to continue working, he asked Rogers curiously.

"Great magicians are also human beings. Just like nobles pursue power and glory, they also have the desire to pursue knowledge." Rogers replied casually. He sat next to Alina and looked at the symbols drawn in the book. He pondered for a moment and said:

"The triple layer is a very important symbol, and the spiral is also essential. We must try our best to get closer to this aspect."

Alina's expression was calm and focused, sometimes nodding to express understanding, sometimes taking the initiative to inquire and discuss.

The two of them kept thinking about the symbol that could correspond to Luo Gesi's real name and the symbol that matched the "Luo Gesi language". It was not until late at night that they both stretched out their arms, stretched their bodies, and prepared to rest.

"When the earthquake disaster breaks out, do you plan to call Alice back?"

When the lights went out, Alina pulled up the quilt, looked at Rogers in the darkness, and asked with her lips parted.

"No, not long after I rejected the emperor's marriage invitation, the Saint was immediately attracted elsewhere and left the Eastern Territory. Then a catastrophe broke out in the Green Valley. What a wonderful sequence. It's best to just let nature take its course."

Rogers put his hands behind his head, his eyes wandering in the darkness, and replied in a calm tone.

"Once this kind of thing starts, there is no way to stop it. No matter what your purpose is, it has really started a catastrophe." After sighing silently, Alina reminded her in an inexplicable tone.

In the past, what Luo Gesi did was to prevent the outbreak of disasters, but this time he took the initiative to advance.

Everything you walk through will leave traces. If someone finds some clues in the future, it will increase the risk of Luo Gesi being exposed.

Just like rolling rocks on a high mountain, Logos must continue to gain more and more power quickly before the crisis reaches a certain level.

Luo Gesi did not reply immediately. The prerequisite for ascending to gold was to firmly master the four basic elements. In addition, he also wanted to control the four major disasters that symbolized the four elements.

The earthquake disaster had just begun. When he decided to use the succubus, he had already weighed the importance.

Gathering the four major disasters, sacrificing achievements that changed the secular and magical worlds, and overcoming the fate of ascension, this is what Logos has done to prepare for his golden rank.

"I'm supposed to be a villain. Of course I have to do some things that a villain needs to do to be worthy of my status." Rogers suddenly chuckled and replied jokingly towards Alina.

"Don't you care about the bad reputation? I remember that when someone called you the devil at first, you were very angry. Why do you start to agree with it now?" Elena was aroused by this reply, and she continued to express her curiosity. asked back.

"We are not talking about the same thing." Luo Gesi shook his head slightly and replied. He was lamenting the settings in the plot, but what the other party was talking about was reality, and there was no connection at all.

"Then Arkan, who has been calling you a coward these past few days and constantly provoking you in various newspapers and periodicals, can he be regarded as a decent person?" Alina was silent for a moment, then changed directions and asked.

"He just has experience, and he is not yet able to distinguish between good and evil." Rogers replied without thinking.

"What is experience? Can he help you increase your strength?" Alina slowly frowned, staring directly at Luo Gesi's side face in the darkness.

"Go to sleep, I have to rush to the Green Valley to beat up Arkan tomorrow." Rogers knew that he couldn't explain it at all, so he turned sideways and turned his back to Alina and replied.

"Perfunctory with me?" Alina slowly propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at Rogers.

"Lie down and go to sleep. The air-conditioning is getting in. It's quite uncomfortable." Rogers urged as he yawned.

After hearing this, Alina's eyes darkened, and she rushed straight towards Rogers, scratching the itchy flesh on his side with both hands.

"Alina!? What are you doing, Alina! I have to get up early!" Rogers asked with an irrepressible smile in his tone.

He knew that the other party would not stop at all, so he turned around and released the [Eating Storage Special] to start the counterattack. For a moment, the quilt fell and the bed creaked endlessly.

Chapter 4: The Spark of Civilization Flickers and Dies Due to His Preferences (k)

The bright moonlight drifted through the clouds, casting a silver-white glow, shrouding the entire green valley in a cool atmosphere.

The wind blew, and the dry yellow-brown grass swayed gently, and the silver fluorescent light shone on the grass blades, like dancing stars hanging.

The sparse green and yellow vegetation stretches out, and the scenery becomes pale and hazy due to the moonlight. The vast patches of light are intertwined, like an endless ocean, outlining soft and flowing lines.

Arkan, the young chief of the Santan tribe, was wearing a thick fur coat and a felt hat, holding a rein in his hand, sitting high on his horse, slowly walking through the grass.

He stared into the distance, his eyes flashing with longing and longing for this land. After looking into the distance for a long time, he seemed to have thought of something, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

The sharp and flamboyant eyes in the past have faded away, replaced by a touch of heaviness and sorrow, deeply contained in Alkan's eyes, making his eyes even deeper, as if engraved with the fine lines of time and the ups and downs of life. .

He pressed his palm lightly on the horse's neck, as if trying to find some comfort.

“Even in the middle of winter, there is endless turf for livestock to chew on. It is indeed a good place.”

The old man who was following Alkan on horseback looked at the scenery in front of him and couldn't help but express a sincere sigh.

The old man wore a colorful robe, dark trousers and old leather boots.

His hair is thick and messy, hanging loosely on his shoulders, and his face looks slightly older. Time has carved deep wrinkles on his face, and his deep eyes are full of curiosity and exploration of things.

The most eye-catching thing is a gorgeous shawl wrapped around his shoulders. The shawl is decorated with shining gems and metal work, shining faintly in the moonlight.

"Do the Jingam people also long for land? I thought you only liked wandering." Arkan looked at the old man in surprise.

The Jinjamu are a nomadic people by nature. They are spread all over the world, and their origins are difficult to verify.

To people of other ethnic groups, the Jingam people are synonymous with beggars, thieves, or human traffickers, but similarly, animal taming, divination, medicine, playing, and acrobatics are also the enduring and firm labels of the Jingam people.

The old man named Ulentin next to Arkan is an extremely standard Kingam man.

Ever since Alkan noticed the various strange behaviors of the goddesses in the clan, he has been looking for foreign aid that can replace some of the other's functions, and Uluntin was specially invited by him for this purpose.

"No one can refuse to own a big piece of land." Wu Lunding rubbed his gray beard under his nose and replied with a laugh.

He just smiled and smiled, but found that the expression on Arkan's face became more serious, and he fell silent for a while. He asked tentatively: "Do you really believe that as long as you severely injure or kill Logos Braid? Can it bring prosperity to the clan?"

"It's not a question, it's a choice, and believe it or not, it's the only choice I have within my reach right now.

"Yesterday, three more people were buried by the wind and snow, and seven livestock fell in the stable. By the time I rushed over, both the people and the livestock had been hardened to stone.

"This is us who are close to the Green Valley. The tribesmen further away may have suffered greater losses. I can't wait any longer, and the tribe can hardly wait anymore. I must find a way to make up for the mistakes I have made..."

Alkan tightened his grip on the reins. The strength on his hands was a little too heavy, and there were faint marks on his knuckles.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes showed deep melancholy, and his face was filled with regret, as if he was tracing back his previous mistakes and regrets.

After hearing these words, Urundin was about to remind the other party a few words, but when he thought that it seemed to be related to the royal family, he swallowed the words back and listened to Alkan's babble.

"I'll leave it to you tomorrow." Arkan said solemnly, turning to Ulentin.

"Don't worry, no one knows divination better than me. Finding weaknesses can be done by just looking at the other person."

There was a smile on Ulentin's lips, his expression was confident and exaggerated, and he expressed his determination for the future in a loud and magnetic voice.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves echoed like drums. In the distance, a girl was galloping on her horse. As the steady and powerful sound of hoofbeats became louder, the girl quickly walked in front of Alkan.

"Goddess." Arkan said hello with a complicated expression after seeing Izril's face clearly.

Izril first glanced at the fancy-dressed Urentin, then stared at Arkan seriously, and reprimanded in a stern tone:

"Do you know that you are pushing the Santan clan into the deep pit?! When can you really grow up?! Can you truly take on the responsibility of the young clan leader?! Instead of leading the clan with your own jealousy and strong will, You will do whatever you want in the future!”

Her voice was loud and clear, excitedly conveying her inner anger and dissatisfaction, and each word continued to stimulate Alkan, like a sharp sword piercing his heart.

Arkan's face gradually showed a trace of sullenness, and his eyes flashed with anger. This was not the first time he heard Izril's scolding, but tomorrow was the time of duel, and Izril did not want to encourage or help. It was just a matter of support, but he kept pouring cold water on me.

Thinking of this, his breathing began to quicken, his chest rose and fell violently as his anger spread, and the muscles between his joints tightened. He couldn't help but open his mouth and said angrily:

"What about you?! By secretly meeting Logos and professing your innocence, are you helping the tribe?! Izril! Don't think that I don't know what you have been doing in the past few days!"

Izrael's eyebrows knitted together and her eyes looked at Alkan in disbelief. There was confusion and confusion in her eyes, as if she was confused by Alkan's sudden questioning.

Her body trembled slightly, she jerked the reins, turned around and rode away from here.

Seeing this, Alkan stretched out his hand to try to hold him back, but in the end his throat rolled and he pulled his hand back, slowly clenching it into a fist.

"From my perspective, based on the reaction of the goddess just now, it should not be what the young patriarch thought. You should have misunderstood her." Ulentin looked at Arkan, whose expression was constantly changing, and comforted.

"Already, it doesn't matter."

Alkan looked up at the sky, the ups and downs of the past rolling in his heart, and after a long time he slowly replied.

As time goes by, the shadows of the night gradually dissipate, and the night sky gradually turns from deep black to dark blue, like a clear lake, which perfectly reflects the clouds welcoming the dawn.

A faint ray of light appeared on the horizon, and the dawn sunlight gradually soaked in, quickly spreading and covering the entire sky.

As the sun rises, the sky becomes brighter, and the clouds are light and smooth, floating gently in the breeze, showing soft pink or purple from time to time, adding a touch of softness and peace to the sky.

Rogers rode in a carriage towards his barony early in the morning under the dawn light, and it was almost noon when he entered the Green Valley.

After a quick meal, he stood in front of a villa, listening attentively to the teachings of Earl Brad and several uncles.

These uncles were all lords of the Eastern Territory. In addition to being Luo Gesi's uncles in name, they could also be considered related to Luo Gesi by tracing their bloodline back several generations.

After all, due to the tradition of marriage between nobles for generations, the nobles of the Eastern Region can find connections in past history whenever they look through their genealogies.

"There is no need to hold anything back. Let that barbarian see the gap between barbarism and civilization, and then send him back to dust."

"Be appropriately careful. If the other party cheats, you can stop it directly. We don't need to leave any dignity to the barbarians."

"That Arkan is too weird. No matter how ignorant he is, he should know the reputation of Saint Helta. He should be more careful with such weird courage."

"..."

Logos kept nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, and then Earl Breed patted him on the shoulder, and then the instructions around him gradually died down.

"Be careful." Earl Breed stared at his son and warned him seriously.

"Keep it in mind." Rogers nodded solemnly, then turned and walked towards the makeshift arena far in front of the villa.

[Uluntin has activated fuzzy perception on you. Because the perception range of the opponent's skills is very large and extremely inaccurate, the ignorance special passive cannot be triggered. 】

"Fuzzy perception...Jingam people?" Luo Gesi looked at the prompt box that suddenly popped up in front of him, and remembered that this skill seemed to be the national talent of the Kingam people.

As the prompt box said, he didn't care much about this level of superficial prying. After he boarded the wide stone ring and put his cane on the ground, he quietly waited for Alkan's arrival and did nothing more. Any action.

In the distance, Alkan led many tribesmen and looked solemnly at Rogoth who was on the opposite side of the ring. There was more or less resentment on their faces.

Ulentin's eyes were widened, revealing deep shock and disbelief, as if he had lost focus for an instant.

His brows were furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't speak, showing his inner panic and surprise.

His face also became much paler, as if he had lost all his color, and there were still beads of sweat on his forehead that kept flowing down.

When Ulentin came back to his senses, his eyes were still flashing with shock and confusion, and his sluggish look had not dissipated. His throat made a low vibrato, with a hint of trembling and choking, the same as Alkan beside him. Slowly said:

"Young Patriarch, I think the goddess may be right..."

When Arkan heard this, his face showed strong dissatisfaction, and he asked impatiently: "What exactly do you want to say?"

He wanted to open his mouth to retaliate directly, but seeing that Wu Lunding's abnormal expression did not seem to be fake, he still suppressed the rising emotions and spoke out.

“I have seen the boundless earth wither and flourish according to his will, and I have seen the sparks of civilization flicker and extinguish according to his preference.

"Young Patriarch, the goddess is right. The existence opposite us is not something we can touch and measure at will."

Ulentin showed deep worries and worries. He advised Alkan hoarsely but firmly: "It's not too late now, you still have a chance to make amends."

The corners of Arkan's mouth raised reluctantly, as if he was trying to hold back something. There was displeasure in his eyes, as if he was accusing this sudden absurdity and nonsense.

"You mean that I'd better run to him and kneel before him, and then offer everything I have and beg for his forgiveness, right?"

He suppressed his anger and asked Ulentin in a subtle tone.

"This is the only thing you can do at the moment, just like you said last night." Ulentin pondered for a moment, then nodded vigorously, agreeing and admonishing sincerely.

"In charge of the prosperity of the earth and the brightness and destruction of civilization, is he now a god?" Alkan took a deep breath and tried his best to calmly continue to ask.

"No... It seems that he is not yet at the middle level of Silver." Wu Lunding was silent for a moment before opening his mouth to reply.

"Hahahaha! A Silver Beginner! Then do you know what you were talking about just now?! I called you here just to understand what his weaknesses are!"

Arkan seemed to suddenly understand why the Kingam people always had such a bad reputation. He looked at Rogos standing on the stage and said in an increasingly impatient tone.