Your notoriety is known to everyone.

"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.

"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..."

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

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

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.

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.

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

"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."

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 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.

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

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 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.

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

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

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.

The sound echoed throughout the corridor, making people seem to feel the joy and warmth brought by the arrival of new life.

Soon, the second cry followed, this time the sound was a little higher-pitched, like a dazzling star rising and 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.

Chapter 4: An Indescribable Sense of Disharmony (k)

The smoke and dust in the attic has not completely dissipated, and there is still a faint mist lingering in the air, like a light veil.

Derek and Miyala faced each other quietly, their figures surrounded by the dim afterglow, looking hazy and calm.

A breeze blew into the attic, the curtains swayed slightly, and the two people's eyes met, revealing unspeakable emotions.

"is it you?"

Miara asked softly, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes, like a deer wandering on the edge of the unknown.

At first, she only saw a familiar figure, and she saw the figure that she had been obsessed with for the past few days, but she was not 100% sure. After all, the other person was wearing a cloak and his face was covered with a mask.

But the moment their eyes crossed, she was sure of many things, but then she didn't dare to be sure, to be sure of this nightmare-like reality.

Derek still stood quietly. He did not respond or move. He was as stunned as in the academy, which made Miara clenched her fists suddenly.

call--

The girl's movements were swift and outstanding, carrying a gust of autumn wind that quickly rushed into the room. She swung her palm like a knife and cut through the smoke and dust floating in the attic in an instant.

Derek turned sideways to avoid the strike of the knife. He quickly retracted the blade of his hand into his cuff without any thought of thrusting out again.

"Why didn't you reply?! We all thought you left the school in despair because of the teacher's death, but what on earth are you doing now?!"

Miara continued to stretch her hands into claws, reaching directly towards Derek's evil ghost mask, her short gray-blue hair dancing with the movements.

Her eyes flashed with anger, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, as if she was trying to control her inner excitement, but she couldn't cover up the flames in her heart.

Delik is like a vigorous cheetah, calmly dodging incoming attacks. His body is as flexible as running water. Every dodge is like a dance step in the melody, light and rhythmic, as if there is a mysterious force guiding his movement. action.

He responded silently as always. He didn't know what to say at this time. He could feel that there was no real hostility on Miyala's body, and the other party did not use any magic or divine power.

But he still couldn't stay for long. Although the viscounty he was currently in didn't have any strong men of the gold rank, if he made too big a move, he would eventually attract members of the Pantheon and noble forces, and then the strong men would arrive. It's only a matter of time.

"Damn wood!"

Miyala's angry expression became more and more obvious, her brows were furrowed, her teeth were clenched, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was staring at Derek.

"I have to do this. Come and chase me, just like you chase disaster. In this way, you will definitely achieve the great feat of saving the world."

After Derek almost got caught in his cloak, he uttered a riddle in a hoarse voice.

He still remembered the baiting mission that Rogers mentioned, and after seeing Miyala, he suddenly wanted to use himself as bait in the mission.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Miyala's voice trembled slightly, and her tone revealed deep dissatisfaction. Every word seemed to be inspired by force, as if anger was about to burst out.

"Viscounty of Damir."

Derek still did not explain, but only left a place name. The cloak on his body suddenly turned into a shadow, and instantly merged into the gradually falling night.

The sound of the air being squeezed and exploded showed that Miara had missed the point again. She frowned and turned to look at the window angrily.

Just when she was about to make a routine report to the Pantheon, she accidentally took out the printed paper contacting the "Logos Club" in Saint Helte from her sleeve pocket.

After taking a slow and deep breath, Miara reached out her fingertips and slowly wrote down lines of words on the paper.

……

On the bed in the palace bedroom, thick velvet curtains blocked the noise from the outside world. The bed was covered with soft velvet bedding. Rogers leaned against the bed board and was reading various messages from Derek slowly.

"You did a good thing." Alina glanced sideways at Luo Gesi, her tone full of disgust and merciless sarcasm.

When Rogers heard this, he just rubbed his nose with his fingers. He understood that Alina was sarcastic after seeing Derek's reaction.