Your notoriety is known to everyone

Chapter 195: Ping Feng Yin (4k)

In a corner of the backyard garden of the Earl's Mansion, there stands an elegant pavilion.

It is built of white marble, the vaulted roof is decorated with exquisite patterns, and is surrounded by beautifully carved railings. It is open on all sides, so you can feel the comfort of the breeze.

All kinds of precious flowers and plants are planted around the pavilion. The bright flowers exude a faint fragrance, and the vines spread on the railings, forming a green fence.

Luo Gesi sat in the pavilion, smelling the fragrance of flowers carried by the breeze, and feeling the comfort that passed over his skin.

Wind, among the four symbolic origins, is the most formless, qualityless, infinite, and uncertain thing.

It is both hot and cold. When it is sparse, it is fire; when it is concentrated, it is cloud, water, earth, and stone.

Some sages even directly compared it to chaos, saying that its gathering, separation, separation and union constitute all things in the world.

However, at this moment, Luo Gesi only felt that the wind made the years grow longer here, and time seemed to be frozen in this ethereal place, making people feel a sense of comfort and enjoyment.

The wind brings the sound of gurgling water from a distance, and the birds sing happily among the treetops, as if they are composing a hymn for this beautiful summer.

In addition to him, there were Alice, Elena and Lufia in the car, the latter two of whom ran out with Rogers without informing their parents.

"When my brother or sister is born, if circumstances permit, I will find a way to come back." Luo Gesi replied softly.

Although Luo Gesi saw a smile on his father's lips, if he looked closely, he could see that his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes showed reluctance and worry.

Earl Breed's eyes were deep as he stared at Rogers. This little guy who once only acted like a spoiled brat has now grown up and grown to the point where he can no longer look down.

"I thought it would take a while..."

……

He had this hunch when he heard that Rogers funded public schools to offer magic courses, but the emotional fetters still prevented the earl from thinking deeply about its implications.

"Is there no way to come back?" Her tone was slightly hoarse, and she asked the unbearable question softly.

There are many smart people in this world. After he has dealt with the catastrophic wind disaster, he will inevitably make various associations with the name "Prophet".

However, Earl and Lady Breed, who were sitting next to Rogers, completely ignored the wind.

Mrs. Breed gently took Rogers into her arms, letting him cling to her like a child, describing her attachment with a wordless hug.

After all, this series of events cannot be excused by luck or coincidence, and Luo Gesi becoming a prophet is not a bad thing for most people who are hostile to him.

As the driver tightened his grip on the reins and tilted his body slightly backward, the horses also began to leap in unison, tapping the ground regularly and making bursts of hoofbeats.

Rogers sat on the right side of the carriage, leaning his elbows against the window sill, looking calmly at the scene of speeding out the window that was gradually accelerating.

"The world outside the pavilion moves too fast. I have to go ahead of it in order to achieve my goals."

He didn't want to cause endless trouble to his parents because of himself, and he himself needed to create an isolated and helpless environment in order to launch his own plan.

The curtains beside the pavilion were moved by the wind, making a soft rustling sound. The sunlight shed mottled light and shadow through the dome of the pavilion, and fell on the ground to form beautiful spots. Together with the wind, it blurred everything in the pavilion.

The vampire was ordered to hide by Logos and would be summoned when he needed it. The events of the Wind Catastrophe were not suitable for the other party to participate too much.

The three girls seemed to be able to feel Luo Gesi's unspeakable emotions, so they did not say anything, and quietly looked through the window at the scene in the distance.

Mrs. Breed hugged him harder and harder, as if she wanted to convey all her love and blessings to Rogers.

The four majestic horses raised their heads and necks and let out a low and powerful neigh.

Time flew by, and the four of them rushed to the Western Territory through the White Teleportation Tower. When they walked out of the teleportation array, they did not look for the carriage. Instead, under the leadership of Luo Gesi, Yufeng flew towards their destination.

Lufia was not yet proficient in mastering the flying magic, so she was carried on Luo Gesi's back, and together they looked down at the endless grassland.

The grass is yellowish, as if it has been dried by the sun, the distant horizon is blurred, and the grassland and the blue and clear sky are glued to each other.

The Wind Catastrophe is completely different from the previous three disasters. The difficulty in dealing with it does not come from external factors, but that it has grown extremely powerful.

It is only because of the characteristics of the symbol of wind itself, coupled with its moderate residence in place, that the world did not notice its existence before it completely exploded.

"Go down." Luo Gesi said softly, and the four of them landed on the ground.

Just when they were standing on the grass, a clear and quiet feeling enveloped them. There was no sound of wind or human voice, only the sound of heartbeat echoing in their ears.

The silent grassland reveals a kind of loneliness and desolation, as if it is a forgotten and imprisoned world.

"After I draw out the Wind Catastrophe later, I will follow the previously rehearsed plan to expel it in a large area, and then you will help me block subsequent attacks while I devour it.

"If the nearby high priest of the Pantheon arrives earlier than expected because of the noise, Alice will tell him that everything is going well to prevent the other party from intervening..."

Luo Gesi told about the plan that had been deliberated several times in advance. However, in the middle of the sentence, his eyes suddenly froze and stared straight into the distance.

If it weren't for his caution, after entering the Western Territory, he had been expending energy to maintain the operation of the [Enlightenment Special Code], and he was still unable to effectively detect the guy snooping far away on the horizon.

"Is it a miracle? People who have achieved miracles by virtue of their merits at this young age are considered to be astounding and brilliant throughout history."

Accompanied by slightly slow applause, a figure wearing a hooded gray robe appeared in front of several people in the blink of an eye.

The other person's face was covered with a pure white mask. The exquisite carvings on the mask made the eyes slightly closed, and the corners of the mouth were slightly tilted downward, as if silently expressing sadness and grief.

The texture of the mask is fine and even, and the smooth surface reflects weak light. A pair of light gray eyes can be vaguely seen behind the two gaps.

"I have had many names and titles. The earliest names have been lost over time. You can call me the Sad One." The Sad One was extremely tall. When he walked in front of him, Luo Gesi almost thought. People still need to raise their heads to look at him.

In addition, the opponent's method of moving out of thin air just now was completely at the level of gold level, which invisibly added a lot of pressure.

"Do you have a magic eye? For example, when you activate a very powerful skill, you will shout some lines about destroying reality and smashing the world?"

Lufia observed the mourner curiously. After looking at him for a while, she asked curiously.

"Huh?" The Sorrowful One was obviously stunned, and then replied to Lufia in a deep tone:
"Language does have its power, and the tongue has the power to influence the world. Our words are not just a sound, but will continue to vibrate and spread in the dark to affect things that people can know and things that people cannot know.

"In this regard, the young man you are accompanying should have a deep understanding of this. His exploration of language is unprecedented."

Lufia nodded repeatedly when she heard this, especially when the other party mentioned Rogers, her face became even more determined:
"I understand. No wonder the way you appear and the way you claim to be are so familiar to people. It turns out that you, like Rogers, are the same acting personality that Rogers said!"

She commented as if she had seen through everything, and at the same time cast a questioning look at Rogers to see if her words were accurate.

"Hmm... Or maybe it's because of some kind of psychological trauma. When people can't explain reality, they tend to be closed and isolated, and they prefer to wear masks when talking to others."

Logos nodded slightly with admiration. Although he did not agree with Lufia's inference, he also made a partial affirmation.

After hearing the conversation between the two, Alice's original guarded and nervous mood was relieved a lot at this moment, and she even showed a suppressed smile on her cheeks.

"Logos Braid! I'm waiting here because I value your talent and because you have experienced something similar to me, so I can point you to the path you should follow!"

The sad man seemed to have been humiliated, and his tone was filled with irritation, but at the same time, he seemed to be trying his best to maintain his tone, as if he didn't want Luo Gesi and others to feel frivolous.

"A similar encounter? What kind of similar encounter?"

Logos also retracted his mind. He had not told Alice too much about the information about the Grief, because what he learned through the game was only a simple summary of the story and how to deal with it in combat. That’s all.

He really didn't expect that even if the sad man went to seek the holy son of the cult, he could actually touch the head of his "sage".

"The fact that you are here has already demonstrated your nature as a prophet, and I was also a prophet in the past and helped the saint like you.

"But you haven't felt the deep malice of this world, and you don't understand what identity the prophet actually represents.

“Prophets always have a kind of arrogance, arrogance in their grasp of the future, arrogance in their contempt for crises.

"For example, my appearance can disrupt your plan to fight against disasters and let you know that even a prophet cannot see all possible futures."

The mourner Xu Xuyan said some specious words without directly revealing his identity and purpose.

"So you once had a crush on a saint of your generation, right? Which saint was it? Did you eventually become husband and wife? But none of the saints in "Biographies of Saints of the Past" seem to have gotten married. Eh……"

Lufia frowned, as if recalling various legends in history, trying to find situations related to the sad person in front of her.

"Since this senior has put on such a sad mask, he probably didn't succeed, but it doesn't matter. As long as Luo Gesi confesses to me, I will definitely respond to him and I won't have any regrets!"

Alice first speculated on Lufia's words, and then looked at Logos solemnly, making the vague emotions that were almost non-existent more clear.

"How many times has he confessed to you? As the senior in front of me said, you will also suffer the same fate, but Rogers will definitely not wear such an ugly mask. He can do without you. It’s a happy life.”

After hearing Alice's almost straightforward confession, Alina sarcastically revealed the precious opportunities that Alice had missed in the past few years.

When Rogers heard the two of them arguing again, he put his hand on his forehead for a moment, not knowing what to think.

The little boss in front of me is the gatekeeper who must pass through to defeat the final boss. If I had known he would have talked more about the situation related to the fundamental crisis of the world, otherwise a catastrophe would not have been imminent, and a few people could still be so relaxed.

However, he also understood that the reason why a few people relaxed their minds was probably because Rogers himself did not show too much caution, and he also showed a bit of teasing towards the person in front of him when answering Lufia.

"Well, I'm sorry, they are still young. I believe that with your tolerance, you won't care about their rude behavior."

Rogers put his hand between Alina and Alice, and said to the grieving man very apologetically.

"I am not angry."

The griever tried to show his generosity in an extremely stiff tone.

"Then have you pursued the Holy Lady? The book says that prophets are closely related to the times. When the times pass, the prophets will also come to an end. So do you still have the ability to be a prophet? Are you here to help us deal with disasters? Oh, and then use this to reminisce about the past?"

Lufia was still in a gossipy mood and kept asking questions to the grieving person.

"Are you okay? Why didn't you reply?"

She tilted her head and stared at the sad man standing quietly, trying to peek into his eyes through the gaps in the mask, but she couldn't see anything at this time.

"We are not the kind of superficial relationship that can be easily defined by secular words." The sad man pondered for a long time and replied in a calm tone.

"Then you have not established a relationship with her, have you always had a crush on her? But in this way, it is not similar to Rogers. At least he dared to confess his love, although when he confessed, Alice had not yet become a saint. .

"You don't want to answer so much. Could it be that you really didn't pursue it, and then you suddenly felt that it was all the world's fault, so you said that the world has deep malice.

"Speaking of which, you are not really the classic villain in the storybook, are you? A childish ghost who suddenly left the brave team and decided to start destroying the world because of love or something like that..."

Lufia made wild speculations, becoming more and more excited as she talked.

And the grieving person became more and more quiet, as silent and breathless as the surrounding plains. After a long time, when Lufia's words gradually stopped, he replied harshly:

"I am not angry."

(End of this chapter)