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Chapter 197 The Sage whose days are numbered (5k)

In the coastal plain of the western border, there stands a well-known holy mountain called Shengtash.

Mount Santache is a unique and spectacular rocky hill with a towering summit that stands proudly on the oceanfront.

Seen from a distance, it stands alone on a vast beach of the bay, looking majestic and solemn, as if it is unshakable.

The rock surface of the mountain is smooth and solid, with various colors. Some parts are dark gray, while others are light yellow, constantly intertwined and blended.

The mountain is covered with winding paths and stone steps. These roads seem ancient and outdated, paved with stones and slates, leading directly to the temple on the top of the mountain to worship the gods.

Rogers stood in a quiet courtyard halfway up the mountain. He held his cane with one hand and the railing with the other, looking at the blue water in the distance.

The waves are constantly rolling, and when the tide recedes, the fine sand appears on the beach, but it will be covered by the waves again within a short time.

A group of seagulls were flying over the sea, and their screams echoed in the sea breeze, intertwined with the noise, and rippled in Rogers' ears.

"Shengtash once fought off the powerful evil dragon alone and protected the entire human world from the evil dragon's poison. However, he also suffered huge trauma because of this. This mountain is the place where the true spirit of Shengtash resides. Mountain."

In order to deceive the Pantheon, many of the situations that the High Priest had just checked were not completely deceptive. For example, the mutual torture between him and the Wind Catastrophe was an indisputable fact.

"Do you think that bed can accommodate three people?" Alina pointed to the small bed in the room.

Because Luo Gesi gave him the feeling of being too mature, and he had a very stable temperament no matter what he did, especially when time was running out and he was about to face death.

Luo Gesi smiled upon hearing this and did not continue to say anything further. If he had not deliberately allowed his body to be in its current condition, Pantheon would never have been so polite.

Although Logos has become the container of the Wind Catastrophe, he is still fighting against the Wind Catastrophe all the time.

At this time, Lufia was sitting on the sofa and Elena was sitting at the desk. They were both reading books under the setting sun to pass their free time.

But that's how it is with some things. Covering it up with a tacit understanding is always more comfortable than exposing it and embarrassing everyone.

"Just rest here for the next few days. It won't take long for my situation to spread throughout the empire. If I go home, it will only cause a lot of unnecessary trouble for my family."

People and disasters are entangled with each other, wear each other out, and have become part of each other.

Whether Logos wipes out the catastrophe, or the catastrophe completely suppresses Logos, it will only lead to the co-destruction of man and disaster.

After standing quietly for a long time, he held his cane and turned towards a small stone house in the mountainside courtyard.

However, the completion of the [Storage Special Code] with the bonus of [Enlightenment Miracle] can help him absorb a lot of pain, which only slightly reduced his control over his body, and did not really make him feel much uncomfortable.

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while, and Yalodwo left the courtyard. Rogers watched the afterglow of the setting sun shine through the clouds and sprinkle between the sand and shallow water, dyeing the entire beach golden.

The interior furnishings are very simple. A small bed, a sofa, a wooden table and two wooden stools are all in the room.

"Of course, you are the first heir of a high-ranking noble and the mentor of Saint Helta. We have no right to detain you privately." Yalodwo replied in a natural tone.

The stone surface has been eroded by wind and rain over the years, and the roof is covered with rough wooden beams and tiles. The wooden beams show a deep brown color. After years of polishing, they exude an atmosphere of vicissitudes. Although the tiles are mottled, they still maintain their appearance. A sense of old-time beauty.

However, after returning to the Holy Mountain, he found that the situation in Logos was completely different from what he expected.

The small bed was placed against the rock wall in the house, just wide enough for two people to lie side by side.

There are also patches of gorgeous fire clouds in the sky, with light pink and purple floating in the clouds. The colorful sky and golden tidal flats complement each other, like a beautiful oil painting.

At this time, Alice was at the temple on the top of the mountain, accepting the routine rituals of many priests.

After he had close contact with Logos, even without the bonus of the Wind Catastrophe event, he already had the idea that Logos might really be a prophet.

"Legend has it that Saint Tash has the ability to read minds. He has seen thousands of evil thoughts very early on, and he also knows that the world is afraid of him.

"Fortunately, although the plan always fails to keep up with the changes, the general path has not deviated too much, and everything can barely be called smooth."

Logos used a method that Yalodwo had never imagined, and used himself to become the guillotine of the catastrophe. Unfortunately, after the guillotine was pressed down, he himself would eventually be unprotected.

After Yalodwo discovered that Logos had actually swallowed the Catastrophe of Wind, he took him directly back to the nearby Holy Mountain. On the one hand, it was to prevent Logos from being unable to control the disaster and go on a rampage, and on the other hand, he also wanted to try Can you find other solutions?

The middle-aged priest stood beside Luo Gesi with his hands behind his hands, and slowly told him how the holy mountain got its name.

This priest's name is Yalodwo. In addition to being a high priest, he is also the guardian of the Holy Tash Mountain.

"Did it go well?" Alina looked at Rogers and asked with a slight frown.

"And Shengtash Mountain was also the secluded place he chose to escape the world. A senior once told me that it was recorded in a secret volume that he had the honor to read. Before his death, Shengtash said: In my life, The greatest achievement is to defeat two major disasters, one is the evil dragon, and the other is me.

"Shengtash must be a good traveler to find such a beautiful place."

"Then how are we going to sleep these days?" Alina nodded slowly, and then continued to ask.

"Shengtash was only twenty-seven years old at that time, and you are much younger than the age when this saint passed away." Yalodwo looked sideways at Logos and spoke with a complicated expression. said.

Rogos did not respond directly to Yalodwo's words. After commenting, he continued to ask: "Am I still free now?"

Rogers held the edge of the table with his hands, sat next to Alina with a slightly awkward movement, and answered with a chuckle.

Luo Gesi leaned on the back of his chair, looked at the sunset outside the window, exhaled a long breath, and spoke slowly.

The windows are made of simple wooden frames and glass, and the edges of the windows are covered with moss and vines. Dim and warm light penetrates into the room from the windows, revealing a sense of tranquility and peace.

"How do you sleep?" Luo Gesi was still immersed in complicated emotions. Hearing this inexplicable question, he asked back in confusion.

And he specifically mentioned Santash because he wanted to tactfully ask Logos whether he had the same state of mind as the saint, or whether he had foreseen something that made him deliberately choose to die without any regrets afterwards.

Soon he will become not only a prophet but a dying sage.

Originally, many great magicians and scholars might have wanted to let nature take its course and contact and communicate with him out of dignity. But if they all learned that he would not survive more than two months, you can imagine what they would do.

This extremely abnormal feeling, Yalodwo felt that only the prophet could reasonably explain it all.

"Can't you and Lufia just make a bed on the ground?" Rogers became even more confused after hearing this. He didn't understand what there was to think about.

After pondering for a moment, he added: "If it really doesn't work, you can just stay awake, or go and discuss with the priest to see if there are other houses."

He was considered a wounded person now, so he couldn't lie down on the ground. Moreover, the bed was obviously a single bed, and if one more person slept on it, his legs and feet wouldn't be able to stretch out.

The sun gradually sets below the horizon and no longer releases its bright afterglow. The sky gradually fades from warm orange-red to soft pink-purple. The breeze died down, and the waves in the distance gradually calmed down. There were no longer strong lapping sounds and waves, only weak ripples rippling on the sea surface.

Logos was lying on the innermost side of the crib, Lufia curled up next to him, and Elena was lying slightly on his side.

The few of them did not have a bathroom for washing as usual. They only used magic to clean the dust on their bodies and huddled on the bed wearing single clothes.

"Anyway, Lufia and I will probably have to run around with you in the future. There will be many more days like this. You should get used to it early."

Alina pointed her finger at Luo Gesi's chest and taught him a lesson in a very serious tone.

Rogers slowly reached out and plucked the white hair on his face. He tried to make his movements as gentle as possible so as not to disturb Lufia, who had quickly fallen asleep and was breathing evenly next to him. At the same time, he lowered his head softly and said, "How can you have a good rest like this?" , If it doesn’t work, I’ll lay the floor.”

"What? Have you learned to be shy when you grow up?" Alina slowly raised her head and asked softly with her thin lips slightly parted.

Because the distance was too close, Rogers could clearly feel Alina's warm breath, and the delicate and smooth snow-white hair slowly slid down like silk following Alina's movements.

The two layers of fabric separated could not cover up each other's softness at all, causing Luo Gesi's breathing to stagnate in response to his visual and physical sensations.

A playful arc outlines the corners of Alina's mouth, like a graceful arc, exuding pure and light teasing.

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As the door was pushed open, Alice, who had been dealing with trivial matters for the day, arrived in starlight and stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

"Well, has Elena finally finished eating? Is it my turn now?" Lufia asked in a daze while rubbing her belly with her hand.

Upon hearing this, Alice's cheeks suddenly turned red very quickly, as if they were being burned by fire. Her body was trembling slightly, as if she was trying her best to control the surging emotions in her heart. She quickly stepped forward and asked Alina:

"What the hell are you doing?! I obviously just went to the temple!"

"Can't you see what I'm doing? If there's nothing else, please go out first and close the door."

Alina pinched Rogers's cheeks with her hands, glanced at Alice with disdain, and then waved her hand in a sign of expulsion.

Alice caught a glimpse of the helplessness on Rogers' face, and quickly understood Alina's nonsense and provocation.

Another burst of commotion ensued, and finally Rogers had no choice but to get up as an excuse. He sat at the table, took out the unknown book given by Hilmi, and began to read it carefully by the starlight.

Occasionally, he would also communicate with Alice about the events and rumors she had experienced today.

In another week, the Pantheon will hold a competition, and Yalodwo will also leave the Holy Mountain for the Holy City.

Many priests, including Yalodwo, made invitations to Alice, but Alice declined them all with difficulty.

She just wants to spend more time with Luo Gesi now, and doesn't want to waste the little time she has left on trivial matters that have no interest in her.

In the next few days, Rogers rarely lived in the mountains. While watching the sun rise in the east and set in the west over the sea and plains, he played with the flowers in the courtyard around the stone house.

During this period, some old priests with powerful auras would occasionally come to inquire about Luo Gesi's condition. When they confirmed that his time was indeed numbered, they all showed complex expressions of regret and emotion.

In addition to the priests of the Pantheon, many great magicians also sent letters, expressing concern but also concerns about how to deal with Luo Gesi's unfinished research after his death.

Logos didn't pay too much attention to these disturbances, but unfortunately not long after, he had to meet with a great nobleman who had to deal with it head-on-Prince Leiaide.

The sound of waves on the beach was still there, and Prince Leiaide, who had messy blond hair, sat astride a small chair. He was wearing a coarse cloth vest and trousers, and he and Luo Gesi watched the sunlit beach.

The fine sand shimmers slightly in the sun, reflecting the sparkling reflections on the water.

The seawater laps gently on the shore, making a soft sound, intertwined with the cheerful singing of birds to form a beautiful symphony.

Prince Leiaide carefully looked at the various plants growing on the beach. The green seaweed and bright yellow reeds swayed in the wind, as if they were beating the rhythm of nature.

"I've heard of Mount Santash since I was a child, but I've never thought of coming here. The scenery here is really good, and coupled with the special nature of the Pantheon, it's indeed a good place to take a break."

The prince stroked his messy golden beard and spoke with a sigh of relief.

Logos put his hands behind his head, hummed slightly, and did not continue to talk about it.

"Can you continue to protect Lufia?" Prince Leiaide asked in a deep voice as he looked at Rogoth who looked content and had no sense of death.

This was the deal he and Luo Gesi reached when they first met. It was also at that time that he guessed that Luo Gesi had the identity of a prophet.

But he never thought that Rogers would become famous for his talents as a sage, which also gave him the idea of ​​formally marrying the Breed family.

It's a pity that fate is unpredictable. It didn't take long for Luo Gesi's reputation as a prophet to rise again with his achievements in fighting disasters, and now he has met this end.

But Prince Leiaide had seen Rogosi's acting skills many times, and he was well aware of Rogosi's unprofitable behavior. He still couldn't believe from the bottom of his heart that this kid would actually voluntarily sacrifice himself.

"Whether you can or not, you can only trust me."

Luo Gesi withdrew his hands, placed them in front of his lower abdomen, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the sea breeze, and spoke to the prince calmly.

Lufia's closeness to him was well known, and coupled with the sensitivity of her own identity, if Logos was no longer the leader, the royal family's attention would probably immediately shift to Lufia.

"What are you going to do next?"

Prince Leiaide's eyes lit up, and he wanted to express his gratitude that he had known that Rogos would not die so easily, but he still held back and continued.

"Of course I'm going to die." Luo Gesi looked at Prince Leiaide with bright and clear eyes, revealing an innocence. The breeze blew by, gently blowing his silver hair, supporting him together. Sincerity:

"Your Majesty, I am really going to die. If you want to ask me what I will do before I die, then I will go to St. Helta, visit my students, and clean up my dormitory.

"Other than that, I will never be like Saint Tash, who hides in a deserted mountain and waits for death silently.

"I will give it a try at the end and try to do what a sage should do. You should know that the candle is always brightest when it is about to be extinguished. I don't want to let myself become a burnt remains. Residues, but burned away, leaving only snow-white ashes.”

The four major disasters have gathered, and he can ascend at any time, but as a man who is about to die and is not afraid of death, he can completely break away from his family and spread his knowledge unscrupulously.

If the Three Sages or other magic schools cannot help but want him to end his life early, then he can also take the opportunity to make many plans, such as making this into some kind of handle for himself to use after death.

Also, the deeper his influence on the present world, the better the effect of his ascension will be, so it is best to take advantage of this to make the firewood in this world burn more vigorously.

(End of this chapter)