Your notoriety is known to everyone

Chapter 13 The Prophet Who Should Not Exist

at dawn.

Rogers held up a splash of cool water and let it pass over his face over and over again, washing himself in preparation for the new day.

He wiped his face casually with a soft towel, put on short-sleeved shorts made of fine linen fabric, and came to the edge of the observatory out of boredom, watching the rising sun slowly emerge.

In this world without any electronic products, Luo Gesi, a prisoner of the Star Observation Tower, could not find any other way of life except eating, sleeping, washing, reading and playing chess.

The only ones who could add some color to his boring time were Erina, who was always cold-faced, and Lufia, who cried during the chess game yesterday.

After yesterday's incident of the knight's boy proposing a duel, Logos understood Earl Breed's reason for keeping him locked in the tower.

With his current reputation, if he sneaks out of the Earl's Mansion again, he will probably be surrounded and beaten to death by a group of people soon.

But what he couldn't figure out was why Count Breed still planned to send him to Saint Helte when the situation was already so bad.

If he appeared in the academy, many people would definitely line up to fight with him.

Halfway through his thoughts, Luo Gesi's ears twitched slightly and he looked towards the stairs.

Hans never came to him at this time, and the visitor's footsteps were heavy, and it didn't sound like Alina.

After a while, a strong man with messy blond hair came out of the stairs. He was wearing a coarse cloth vest and trousers. He had an unusually tall figure, and his muscle lines looked extremely powerful under the sunlight.

Currently, in Breed's territory, the only person with blond hair who can freely enter and exit the star observation tower is Prince Leiaide.

Logos finally understood the reason why Lufia was not used to wearing formal clothes. It was quite normal if she had such a father who didn't care about appearance.

"Hahahaha, look who I saw? Isn't this the famous Lord Rogers Braid?" Leyard strode over with a hearty smile.

"Your Highness, I am still just a child." Rogers couldn't help but take a step back as he looked at Leiaide who was approaching quickly, and he also emphasized the word "child" in his words.

He was afraid that the prince, who sounded like a peer when he came up, would beat him regardless of dignity for Lufia's sake.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to play chess with you too." In contrast to the kind face, Leiaide knocked on Rogers's shoulder hard and pressed him to the chair without any explanation.

Luo Gesi felt the numbness and pain coming from his shoulder. Big tears instantly squeezed out of his eyes, and he shouted heartbreakingly: "The prince beats..."

"Wait a minute! I found a magic item for Lufia that can recall your memory!" Upon seeing this, Leiaide quickly let go, thinking to himself that he didn't exert much force, so why did it hurt like this?

Rogers sniffed and reached out to take the square wooden box handed over by Leyard. After opening it, a monocle with a hanging chain came into view.

"It requires you to advance to Bronze and use magic power to drive it. It has the magical ability to allow you to take into account reality while recalling the past immersively."

Léaide introduced the magic props in earnest, and then he saw Rogers casually wiping away his tears and stroking his chest with a sincere expression of thanks.

With such superb face-changing skills, he couldn't help but feel that the bad reputations widely circulated by the outside world were not all slander.

"Alice is a saint, and you are just the heir of an earl. It is impossible for you." Leyard sat on a seat that was slightly narrower than his body, and suddenly looked towards Rogge who was placing chess pieces. Si said.

"So, was His Royal Highness the Prince present during the Skaro Market incident?" Luo Gesi set up the chess position and without hesitation pushed up the center pawn with white, paying attention to the opponent's reaction with half-closed eyes.Leiaide looked slightly startled, his two thick eyebrows furrowed together, and he looked at the young man opposite him in deep thought.

There were thoughts in the young man's eyes that should never exist at such an age. Leiaide had seen all kinds of talented and precocious people. Their eyes were either unruly, determined, or full of fighting spirit...

But there has never been one like Logos.

What kind of experience can a 13-year-old boy have such a pair of eyes?
"Although saints are a gift to the world, they may also cause unstoppable disasters, so when they are born, they are bound to be accompanied by a lock.

“Until a huge disaster is about to come, the key will come into being to help the saint of salvation open the lock that seals her.

"The saint's blood relatives are the locks, and by accepting the saint's love, you assume the responsibility of the key.

"All of this is a choice of fate. Even if the prince becomes the key, the royal family will not hesitate to let him choose to sacrifice." Leiaide said in a deep voice, already treating Logos as a peer.

"Is it really a choice of fate? Would a being like you believe such words?" Rogers sneered, resting his wrist on the edge of the table, tapping his fingertips on the table.

"Why do you act like you know my temperament very well? You were also deliberately provoking Kevin as if you were acting in Scarlo Market...

"And the keys and locks that were supposed to be destroyed together in fate are still alive and well. All this should not have developed like this..."

Léaide's body leaned forward slightly, and as his expression changed, he also pushed out the center pawn on the chessboard. His heart began to beat faster and his pupils dilated slightly.

An extremely ridiculous guess emerged from his mind, but it seemed that this was the only answer that could explain the strange situation in front of him.

He breathed heavily and looked at the smiling boy, and silently uttered a word - prophet.

Although the prophet is not as favored by the world as the saint, he can directly transcend the curtain of the world.

They communicate with the gods, they describe destiny, they guide heroes, they have far beyond conventional vision, and control unimaginable mysteries.

But since the end of the Age of Gods, they have never appeared again.

Luo Gesi was noncommittal and advanced the game in silence.

The number of black pieces under the control of Léaide gradually decreased until finally only the lone king remained.

"Can you tell me? What will happen to me in the future?" Leiaide held the chess piece representing the king tightly and asked in a deep voice.

"What can an emperor do who wants to completely consolidate power, break the vassal autonomy, and lead the way to absolute monarchy?" Luo Gesi put his hands together and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, still with a somewhat immature look on his face. An ambiguous smile.

"It's unbelievable. How many eras have passed? No one would believe that a being like you would still appear on this continent." Leyard stood up slowly, looked up at the sky solemnly, and mouthed Medium whisper.

Then he looked down at Rogers and said with great solemnity:
"I swear to the First Emperor, in the name of Le'aide Augustus, that I will never reveal any secrets about Rogoth Braid to anyone.

"I just ask you to protect Lufia on my behalf."

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(End of this chapter)