As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Jon Snow waved his hand indifferently: "Well, goodbye."

Roy walked quickly into the house. He knew that the other party would watch him go into the house before leaving.

However, sitting alone on the empty sofa, even though there was a fireplace to heal the cold winter, Roy felt a little unmotivated. He just stared at the fireplace in a daze, waiting for the sunset.

Before he knew it, he had gotten used to being accompanied by young girls.

And the time spent with Jon Snow.

Speaking of which, Teacher Jon Snow is always alone, with only Silver Wolf as her companion. Perhaps she also doesn't like being alone, so she wants to seek some comfort from herself...

No, no, no, it would be extremely rude for an apprentice to presume upon the mentor's intentions.

Roy shook his head, getting rid of the distracting thoughts for a moment, and then he remembered that he had not picked up today's envelope yet.

After all, it was the maid who used to do this kind of thing, and Roy only recently developed the habit of checking the mailbox.

Not only the envelopes, but also three meals a day, when to get up, changing clothes, daily housework, all of these are taken care of by the little maid.

Without Alice, Roy naturally didn't bother to worry about these trivial matters one by one, and just ate whatever he could get by. If it weren't for Jon Snow's work commission, he would probably have to sleep until the sun hit his butt every day.

Alas, Alice is almost spoiling me into a useless person.

Teacher Jon Snow is quite strict, but I feel like she's starting to become more like Alice lately...

Roy was lost in thought, and without any hope, he opened the latest letter sent by the society and glanced through it hastily.

Sure enough, there was nothing in the list of items this time that looked like the King's Certificate.

But in addition to the list of items, the letter also contained the society's latest intelligence announcement.

It's nothing more than new research breakthroughs, new ruins excavations, new Warcraft discoveries, and occasionally commissions from the society will be published.

However, most of these news are half true and half false, and are useless. For example, mistaking an immature curly-haired baboon for a tree-climbing goblin, or developing a useless thing like a chocolate that tastes like a defense.

Roy just read it as a bedtime read, just for fun.

Unexpectedly, this intelligence announcement made Roy stunned and alert on the spot.

"Relics suspected to be from the First Era were discovered on Yangyan Peak on the border of the Kingdom of Golden Sands?!"

The next morning, Roy came to the office to meet with the Sage and told him about this.

"Master Dean, what do you think?"

If you are unsure about something, it is best to ask someone for help.

Ever since the Sage pushed for Lyanna to be elected as the chief magician of the two major schools, Roy has been convinced that the other party is an ally he can rely on.

At least in terms of intelligence, the erudition of the [Sage] can definitely be of great use.

If these are indeed the remains left by mythical creatures from the First Age, there is a high probability that there will be some demigod-level legacy left. Even if there is no certificate of the king, there will be relevant clues.

However, to Roy's surprise, after hearing what the Sage said, his eyes became a little dazed and his expression became extremely complicated.

The high-level extraordinary being standing at the top of the human world, the hero who once led the human race to defeat the demon race, now seems inexplicably old and weak.

After being silent for several seconds, the old man collected his thoughts and sighed deeply.

"Theoretically, there shouldn't be any ruins there, let alone demigod heritage."

"In theory?" Roy always felt that this statement was a bit strange.

"But I dare not say for sure,"

Booker raised his head, his tone unusually solemn: "If Yangyan Valley really has the King's Certificate, perhaps it could be the one you need most."

Roy sensed something strange in his voice: "Master Dean?"

Does he seem to know something?

"That place is likely where [Phoenix] fell."

Chapter 59 hxd Yuyu

Phoenix? Phoenix?

Roy could probably guess that the other party was referring to the legendary immortal bird that shared power over the sky with the Dragon King.

But the name Huang Ji is a bit strange.

The orders of most alien demigods have not been recorded in historical records.

Roy was able to find out through the residual soul in the King's Certificate.

Especially the Phoenix, which had already perished in the First Era, left behind very little information.

Even if it was the Sage at the turn of the third and fourth eras, it would be too strange for a demigod to suddenly say "yes, sir."

Noticing Roy's doubts, Booker couldn't help but smile bitterly and explained, "That guy and I have some connection."

The old man stood up, stopped outside the window, and looked at the slightly gray and cold sky.

Even a sage would seem lonely, insignificant and powerless in the boundless sky.

He was looking at the sky, but Roy always felt that what he was gazing at had already transcended the edge of the sky and was instead some unknown past.

Roy didn't say anything to interrupt the old man's thoughts. Instead, he was the first to come to his senses and asked, "If I remember correctly, you now have the protection of three demigods."

Roy nodded: "That's right."

The amount of demigod protection that the blood of pseudo-kings of each generation can hold varies, but according to Rowling's investigation, holding the protection of four demigods is the limit.

Any more would be a burden to the soul.

There was once a false king whose blood tried to contain the blessing of the fifth demigod, but it could not bear it at the time. The overly powerful force destroyed its soul, and it became an unconscious vegetable.

"If there really is the legacy of [Phoenix] there, you'd better not miss it. It is not the strongest demigod, but it plays an irreplaceable role in the blood of your pseudo-king." Booker stroked his beard and advised meaningfully.

Now there are two options.

One is to go there personally, leaving Chocolate and Vanilla to stay in the academy and wait for news about other King's Certificates.

On the other hand, he stayed behind and let Chocolate and Vanilla and the others go to find out the truth.

But no matter which one you choose, there is a risk of missing the other one, and you must choose the one with a greater probability.

"By the way, Dean, how do you know where there is a clue about the Phoenix?"

"Because Yangyan Valley was once the habitat of the Phoenix."

"......ah?!"

The overly specific answer caught Roy off guard and made him excited.

"Doesn't that mean there's a high chance the King's Certificate is left there?!"

The old man waved his hand, his eyes dimming a little: "No. I advise you not to hold on to too much hope."

"From what I know, Phoenix's injuries are quite severe. An ordinary demigod wouldn't even be able to leave behind a trace of his soul. There might be a glimmer of hope, but it's only a glimmer of hope."

After pondering for a moment, Roy finally made a decision: "But whether there is hope or not, we can only know by going and seeing it."

"Master Dean, I need to go to Yangyan Valley in person."

The ruins of the First Era will soon be pursued and investigated by various forces. If you go too late, you will miss the opportunity.

Admittedly, it is still unclear whether there is proof of the king in Yangyan Valley. If I go there, if there are new clues in the academy, I may not be able to take care of them.

But if, as the [Sage] said, the Phoenix's King Certificate is left, it is probably a treasure that cannot be matched by other demigod legacies.

Besides, it would be too coincidental that there was a clue in the academy right after I left. The probability is not high.

When Booker heard this, his expression inexplicably brightened, and his voice became clearer: "Don't worry, I will help you keep an eye on the Academy."

"However, I must remind you that if this is truly the remains of the Phoenix, you don't have to worry about traps, but the dangers beyond this shouldn't be underestimated."

Roy frowned: "Because there are dangerous monsters?"

There are too many undeveloped areas in the wilderness of Viszea, and places outside the pipelines are often inhabited by extremely ferocious monsters, especially at the borders.

Only the Lionheart Kingdom can spare troops to eliminate the monster plague every year, while other countries just play it safe and ignore it.

"No, I don't mean Warcraft, I mean your old friend."

“Old friend…?!”

Seeing the old man looking at someone unlucky, Roy reacted instantly and was speechless.

Yes, another cultist!

Yes, the Kingdom of Golden Sands is vast and sparsely populated, with wilderness everywhere, which is perfect for criminals to hide.

Damn it, my friend, do you think I want to deal with them?!

Booker suggested: "You'd better bring some helpers this time."

Generally speaking, adventurers should be hired as guards at times like this.

Roy is the son of a marquis, so he can call on his own experts to help.

But no matter which one, it would take time. But time waits for no one, and I am definitely not the only one interested in the First Age and the Demigod's legacy.

What's more, it's not enough to just look for extraordinary people with high bloodline levels.

To deal with cultists with treacherous methods, one must not only consider the compatibility of abilities, but also one's own ability to respond.

The most important thing is that the King's Certificate is extremely precious, so you must find a trustworthy person to avoid any theft halfway.

However, speed is of the essence, and they must reach the ruins before other forces to avoid conflict. Finding a trustworthy expert with experience in dealing with cultists is no easy task.

Just when Roy was in a dilemma, the old man smiled slowly: "Actually, when it comes to helpers, I do have a recommendation..."

After discussing the matter of helpers, Roy immediately set off to prepare for the trip to Yangyan Valley.

To be honest, he really didn't expect to hear that name from Booker.

However, her words were indeed close at hand, she was very powerful, had experience in dealing with cultists, and was trustworthy.

It depends on whether they are willing or not...

Of course, while helping others, you also have to be fully prepared.

If they wanted to reach Yangyan Valley before other forces, ordinary carriages would not work.

At this time, his hxd will come in handy.

To the south of the academy, there is a beast shed for Warcraft mounts to rest.

At first, Roy came to feed Cheese every week, until Alice volunteered to take over this task, Roy came once a month, and now, he comes to check on her whenever he remembers.

Please, dating three girls at the same time is very busy. How can I have time to accompany hxd every day?

It was the holiday season, and the usually bustling animal shed was much quieter.

Arriving in front of the [Cheese] stall, Roy whispered in Griffin.

Roy knew that he was not a good master, but their relationship was not that of an ordinary master and mount.

Instead, they are the big brother and the little brother formed by a contract on the condition of helping it find a mate.

Roy didn't try to stop the fight, nor did he try to coax the other mount owners. He just shouted, "I'm going on a long trip soon, and it's time for you to help me!"

Unexpectedly, the golden-winged griffin in the darkness only raised its eyelids slightly, but did not move at all, and the whole lion was filled with depression.

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood lately. I probably can't help you."

Chapter 60: The Stinky Demon Sword

【Cheese】Depressed.

Roy couldn't understand this.

No, you eat delicious food, drink spicy drinks and get enough sleep in the studio every day, and you have the beautiful Miss [Cake] by your side. Why are you depressed?

Isn’t this place a hundred times better than the deep mountains and old forests of your hometown?

I remember that the last time we met, [Cheese] was smiling all day long. How come he suddenly became depressed?

After thinking about it, Roy could only think of one possibility.

He cautiously probed, "Is things not going well between you and [Cake]?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. As soon as these words were spoken, the Golden-winged Griffin's body shook on the spot, tears as big as beans rolled down its cheeks, and it lay flat on the ground in grievance.