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Chapter 78 Hans does not want to face torture

"Hans! Go and arrange suitable accommodation for the distinguished guests!" Count Breede ordered loudly with a cold face. Then he stroked his chest and said to Lius perfunctorily: "I am sorry that I cannot entertain you tonight. Please allow me to let you rest for a while and discuss important matters tomorrow."

He was originally still considering whether to keep the Saint, but the appearance of the Second Prince left him with only one choice.

No noble can drive out a member of the royal family; this is the most basic bottom line. However, if one takes in the second prince and does not agree to the saint's request, that would be a big taboo of arbitrary discrimination, a mistake a qualified noble would never make.

Hearing the sound, Hans hurried over, bowed, and led Rogers and others into the depths of the mansion.

"Do you want to keep Logos locked in the observatory tower to ensure his safety?" Reid suggested to Earl Brad. When he saw Lufia helping Logos brush off the snow and thought of the letter sent by Lufia, he suddenly understood a lot of things.

"I think this is a good idea." Earl Devin's originally well-groomed beard now looked a little messy. The moment Reud's voice fell, he followed up with his opinion.

He did not dislike his daughter's closeness to Rogers, and was even happy to promote the development of their relationship, but that was before Elena insisted on standing opposite the Saint for Rogers.

This brings not only benefits, but also unpredictable risks. For him, the hostility of the saint is not something he can easily accept.

Especially the attitude that the Saint showed towards Rogers. Judging from his many years of experience, it was already showing signs of getting out of control.

Therefore, the future development of the relationship must be carefully evaluated before making a decision.

"I'll consider it." Earl Brad replied calmly.

"Please forgive my rudeness. Do you still want to have more children?" Earl Devin couldn't help but ask. The interests of the Devin family and the Brad family had been deeply bound together because of the Green Valley. In his heart, he still preferred to stabilize the relationship through marriage.

If there are no other options, then I'm afraid I can only choose Rogers.

Earl Brad paused and did not respond immediately. He just looked at Rogers's gradually receding back and sighed deeply.

……

This was the first time that Hans had encountered such a grand reception since he became Rogers' personal attendant.

The saint, the prince, the princess, any one of them is an extremely noble being, and today there are three of them gathered together, and they are all surrounding his young master, making him wonder if he has entered the sleepless land.

At this moment, Rogers was thinking about what had just happened. His father, Earl Devin, and Prince Reuel must have noticed the abnormality of those assassins. The reason why they pretended not to know and did not dig deeper was because they all had their own interests tied to them.

But if it were someone else, it would probably be another trouble.

We must find a chance to contact those cultists as soon as possible and tell them to keep a low profile.

Otherwise, sooner or later I will end up wandering around with them.

"Can I live near Rogers' bedroom? That way I can provide support at any time." Alice hesitated for a moment and asked Hans.

"Around the young master's bedroom?" Hans subconsciously looked at Rogers, but unfortunately he saw that Rogers seemed to be thinking about something with his head down, and did not react to his words.

He considered it for a while, but still didn't want to make a decision without the young master's consent, so he said, "Then please wait for a moment. I will go and see the situation and notify you if it is appropriate."

"Rogers' bedroom should be quite big, right? Can Elena and I move in directly?" Lufia tightened her coat and asked.

"This..." Hans opened his mouth to speak, but stopped. Finally, he took out a white towel to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and replied in a deep voice: "If I really arrange it this way, the young master will be hanged on the Observatory Tower."

When a servant is faced with a question he cannot answer or is unable to perform his duties, he will make such a move and say something that is destined to be refuted.

Most nobles would reprimand or punish the servant for this remark, and then ignore the servant's incompetence.

However, Lufia just muttered unhappily: "It's possible in Saint Hert..."

Elina immediately covered Lufia's mouth, signaling her not to continue talking casually.

When Rogers looked up, he saw Hans's face filled with fear and disbelief. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, saying helplessly, "Hans, actually in Saint Hert..."

"Master! The dark clouds have dispersed and the moon is out!" Hans hurriedly looked up and praised the moon in the sky, saying that the moonlight was also celebrating the return of the master.

His breathing was rapid, his face flushed, and his heart was beating fast, as if he was genuinely happy about the scene, and he tried hard to pretend that he had not heard anything.

Rogers didn't say much when he saw this. He knew Hans' character and was not afraid of any rumors.

"To be hanged on the tower just because of something like this? Isn't that too cruel of Earl Braid?

"You are a member of a family like this, yet you still have a sense of responsibility. It seems that the outside world's evaluation of you is still quite untrue.

“I hope you can think carefully about your future. After entering the Pantheon, you can not only get rid of the engagement with the Devin family, but also leave this tyrannical father.

"With the permission of the gods, the priests can also get married. With your talent, you will surely gain the attention of the gods, and then you can renew your friendship with the saint beside you."

Lius frowned and criticized Count Brad's unscrupulousness bluntly, while admonishing Rogers.

He had just determined from Alice's reaction that the saint cared a lot about Rogers, and the two of them were probably unable to interact because of their identities.

So he found it difficult to understand what Rogers was resisting, considering that he would gain so many benefits after joining the Pantheon.

Hans's hands trembled as he clenched the white towel. Beads of sweat slid down his temples and cheekbones, and he felt an urge to pierce his ears.

All this was not something that a servant of his should have to endure.

When he noticed Miss Elina's increasingly cold gaze and saw that the Saint seemed to be about to respond, his mind began to work frantically, constantly pondering how to appropriately and politely change the subject of this fatal topic.

Perhaps it was the world’s mercy that a servant from the palace arrived in time to resolve Hans’ crisis.

"Master, there is a young lady outside the mansion who wants to see you. She said that you have left an indelible mark on her that belongs only to you.

"After the Earl learned about this, he asked you to rush over immediately..."

The servant bowed his head deeply under the gaze of everyone, and tried his best to convey the message in a calm tone.

I'm sorry, I've really been drained dry... (crouching and defending with head in hands) I will try my best to see if I can make another breakthrough tomorrow.

Leave

I'm sorry, I encountered some things in real life and I have to take a leave.

If possible, I really don't want to take a leave, because taking a leave today means that I can't complete the full attendance, and not having full attendance means that I can't get the full attendance incentive remuneration.

This proportion of remuneration accounts for 20% of this month's remuneration.

In other words, if I take a leave today, I will directly lose 20% of the royalties after the book is published this month.

And because it was just released this month, there is no royalties to exchange for points, and no points to redeem for leave notes to make up for full attendance, so the loss is basically certain (my heart bleeds).

Secondly, if you take leave right after the product is put on the shelves, it will most likely affect subsequent recommendations.

Apart from me, I guess no one else will ask for leave during the Sanjiang launch period...

I say this just to tell you that I really don’t want to give up, I really have no choice.

Although I can try to squeeze out 2,000 words before midnight, regardless of quality, and barely finish today's full attendance, but if I do this, the loss will definitely be greater. After all, nothing can hurt a book more than offending readers...

Finally, I'm sorry again that I can't update today. or2

Chapter 79: The Watching and Gaming of the Gods

The slanting moon was in the sky, and the snow-white earth was reflecting the moonlight, making the night gradually become brighter.

Rogers looked quietly at the servant in front of him who was bowing his head, and did not respond immediately.

He caught a glimpse of Hans, who looked angry. This personal attendant must be annoyed by the servant's slip of the tongue.

After all, it is such a private matter concerning the young master, and it should not be reported directly in front of the guests.

Elina slowly narrowed her eyes and gave Rogers a look that told him to be careful. Alice also frowned and stared at the person who came to deliver the message.

Even Rufia's little face showed displeasure, and she really didn't like this mistake.

They didn't associate these words with anything bad at all. The three of them knew very well what Logos was doing every day in Saint Herte, and he had no time to do other things.

Before going to Saint Herta, Logos was completely obsessed with Alice, which was a well-known fact, so it was impossible for him to do anything ridiculous.

As for Lius, the prince simply looked at Rogers with pure curiosity, waiting for his reaction.

"Look up, what's your name?" Rogers asked lightly.

He deduced from the reactions of Elena and Alice that they should have noticed that something was wrong with the person in front of them, but they did not directly warn them, which also meant that they had not yet been able to truly investigate the matter.

"Master, my name is Japper." Japper raised his head slowly. He had an ordinary face with brown hair. The only memorable thing about him was the few freckles around the bridge of his nose.

Rogers looked at Japper with interest as he tried his best to suppress his nervousness, and said to Hans, "Hans, go and make arrangements for the guests."

Then he raised his hand again to signal Japper to lead the way.

Alice was about to grab Rogers' arm to stop him, but was stopped by Elena. She whispered to the Saint: "This is Earl Brad's mansion. Rogers will be fine. If you insist on following him, you will only hinder him."

Facing Elina's obstruction, Alice pursed her lips slightly, nodded slightly with complicated eyes.

……

Rogers's boots stepped on the snow, and every time his heels landed, they made a soft crunching sound, bringing a crisp rhythm.

He took out a monocle from his bosom, blew some hot air on it, wiped it clean with a towel, hung the golden chain on his ear, and put the lens into his left eye socket.

"Japper, I don't quite understand the situation. Can you answer a few questions for me and give me some help?"

He asked gently after stuffing the handkerchief into his breast pocket.

"It is my duty to obey your will," Japper, who had been leading the way with his head down, replied immediately.

However, at the moment he finished speaking, twisted marks were quickly engraved into the depths of his mind and soul, causing his eyes to widen and his pupils to dilate, revealing obvious astonishment and fear.

"Be at ease. I ask, and you answer." Rogers' tone was natural and soft, without any affectation, as if he wanted Japper to understand his kindness and friendliness:

"Whose orders do you obey outside the palace? The royal family? The royal nobles? Or the magic school? You deliberately ruined my reputation in front of the guests. Was it your own initiative or an order? And finally, you are so nervous. Are you afraid? What are you afraid of?"

He tapped his chin with his fingers, walked at a steady pace, and smiled at Japper, who looked like he was struggling.

Although Japper's dereliction of duty just now would not be fatal, he would inevitably face cruel punishment. Rogers was very curious about why the other party was willing to do so even if it meant accepting the punishment.

"Neither. I obey the orders of the Benedictine Monastery, which believes in the great and supreme God. It is also the order of the monastery to discredit you.

"I'm afraid that because of the Saint's special gift, my existence will be discovered, and the mission will fail in the end."

There was shock on Japper's face, and his expression seemed to be separated from his mouth, with an indescribable sense of disharmony and disharmony.

Tears of pain fell from the corners of his eyes. A destructive magic began to erode his soul and spirit as soon as he began to answer. However, the mark from the [Liqi Special Code] held him tightly like a spider web, allowing him to continue living.

"Supreme God? Does he deserve such a great title? He is clearly just a fake being without even a godly title."

Rogers shook his head and laughed, as if he was amused by such big talk. After thanking Japper for the joke, he continued to ask, "So, why did you come to the East Territory? I understand that you certainly don't know too much. Tell me the most important thing you know."

"We will release disaster in the East and bring you an unstoppable tragic fate! A fate that even the Saint cannot stop!" Japper's face was ferocious. After he fully understood the current situation, he answered in a tone that sounded like a vicious curse.

【inform! The owner of the Destiny Loom cast his gaze here. 】

【inform! The gods of the Abyss cast their gaze upon you. 】

【inform! The master of the Loom of Destiny issues a mission to you...]

【inform! The gods of the Abyss blocked the issuance of the task and spurned the master of the Loom of Destiny. 】

[Several gods of the bottomless pit started a game with the master of the loom of fate. ]

[Notice! The world curtain has made corrections to the present world. The gods participating in the game will no longer be able to cast their gazes for a short period of time.]

[Notice! The comedian gave you a blessing when he was forced to look away. In the following day, your control over your body will be greatly enhanced.]

[The fascia will move as you wish, the bones will move as you wish, and even the position of the internal organs will obey your manipulation.]

[The comedian flexibly "avoided" the feedback from the world's curtain, while at the same time "shouting" in joy. ]

[Notice! The world curtain has once again revised the present world, and the comedians will not be able to cast their eyes again for a long time. 】

【The honest businessman expressed his admiration for the comedian. 】

[Notice! The world curtain has once again made corrections to the present world. Honest merchants will not be able to cast their gazes again for a short period of time.]

[The gazes of the other gods in the bottomless pit became dim and gradually dispersed.]

Japper slowly knelt on the ground, his hands hanging limply by his side, staring blankly at Rogers, as if he had forgotten the pain he was suffering at the moment.

His eyes were extremely blank, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his lips were slightly open but no sound came out, and his face was completely pale.

"Can you feel it?" Rogers lowered his head and looked at Japper unexpectedly. He pinched his chin and thought for a while before suddenly saying, "That's right. Although it is a fake, it can still be considered a demigod, and it can have a greater impact on the world than a true god.

"As its believer, it is normal to be able to sense the breath of God more easily. How about this, isn't it much more supreme than that supreme one?"

Japper's eyes slowly turned, and he uttered words stiffly without any threat: "No one can insult the great Supreme God, you will be punished..."

After he finished speaking slowly, his eyes were dull and scattered as he continued to mutter to himself: "What on earth are you?"

Gah——

Rogers snapped his middle finger with his thumb, feeling the power of the artist's blessing. Everything about his body made him feel satisfied, as if he could move it at will.