The thousand-year-old capital of the Stoke Empire, in the woods of the Imperial Academy of Magic.
Rogge, who rarely went out, was still staying in the hut in the woods. Although this hut looked quite simple and inconspicuous. But in fact Kilroan still spent a lot of effort to entertain such a legendary mage who may be the only one in the human world.
Despite its simple appearance, the internal facilities of this cabin are all configured in accordance with palace-level standards. In addition to living facilities, Kilron also arranged for craftsmen to build various basements and secret rooms here to serve as a magic laboratory for Rogge. Of course, all kinds of magic materials and daily necessities are also in full supply. According to what Saron once said, the magic storage crystal Kilron supplied to Rogge is enough to build a large civilian house.
Of course, as the highest authority in the Northern Empire and a powerful high-level mage, Kilroan knew very well how terrifying the energy contained in a legendary mage was. So naturally he would not be completely at ease with Rogge. The old king also installed many magical surveillance devices when building this secret cabin. Kilroon could clearly know Rogge's daily life.
The arrogant old king thought that he had complete control over the legendary mage's every move by virtue of magical surveillance. But Kilron had forgotten one thing, and that was how overestimating one's ability was when playing tricks in front of a legendary mage.
Rogge sat leisurely drinking black tea in the demiplane he created independently. Although the space was not large, there was no doubt about its privacy. Seventy percent of what Rogge did without Kilroane's knowledge was done here. As for the outside world? A simple magical simulacrum was enough to hide Kilroan's dim eyes.
"Don't worry, my friend, the virtues of the elves don't seem to be reflected in you. You need more patience now." Rogge ate a snack and said leisurely. There was a magic light curtain floating in front of him, and on the other side of the light curtain stood an elf that was extremely familiar to Regnar.
"I have been waiting for more than ten years." Villeless's face was quite gloomy: "And now you keep making excuses with me."
"Then just think about the time I have to wait." Rogge still looked unhurried, as if he was not affected by the elf's anxiety at all.
Rogge left Villes alone and just drank tea and snacks by himself. After two minutes, Rogge put down his tea cup. He stood up, stared at the magic light curtain and said softly: "Believe me, Villes, my hatred is deeper than yours, and the time I waited was almost Twice as much as you.”
"Yes, so how can I be sure that you will not treat him as an abandoned pawn in order to achieve your own goals?" Villes asked sharply.
"You have no choice." Rogge shrugged easily: "You know best how strong he is. You will never be able to surpass him in this life, and even few mortals in this plane can threaten him. life. So, if you want to kill him, you can only rely on me."
"You!" Villes, who seemed to Regner to have always been scheming, was furious at this moment.
"Okay, Villes." Rogge finally straightened his expression. He looked at Villes and said seriously: "You should have enough trust in me, because I only chose you among countless lives in this world. One. You may not really be my friend, but at least you have helped me. I am different from those ungrateful and despicable mice. I am a person who must retaliate. If you have helped me, then I will definitely achieve my goals. I will help you achieve your goal. I have nothing to prove, I can only give you a promise as a legendary mage. You can choose to accept it, or you can doubt it, it all depends on you."
"." Velez stared at Rogge in silence for a moment. He finally gritted his teeth and nodded: "I hope you don't forget how troublesome it is to offend an assassin."
"That's right, and he's also a Sanctuary Assassin." Rogge complimented with a smile.
"So, what else do you need me to do now?" After Villes made up his mind, he placed all his bets on Rogge. It's not because he trusts Roger, it's just because he really has no choice.
"All preparations are almost completed now." Rogge said, "It's time to take back what belongs to me."
"Those three guys are difficult to deal with, especially Anne." Villes frowned after hearing this.
"Then let's recycle the frost and shadow together first. The light can still be retained for a while. After all, I still need it to consolidate my magic circle."
"Yes, but I need your support." Villeless requested.
"Of course, after all, this is the seed we planted a long time ago." Rogge agreed very readily.
"Then, this time, I will take action myself." After saying this, Villeless closed the light curtain.
Rogge took another sip of black tea. He looked at the place where the light curtain once floated and murmured: "Go out in person? Hehe, he actually came to this fork in the road. So this time, which path will fate choose?"
Ralphin looked at Alexander's handwritten letter, and his thick eyebrows frowned slightly.
This was Alexander's first private message to his father since joining the army, and it was such a letter that caused Ralphin to fall into an unexpected situation.
Because Alexander asked Larvin to agree to his marriage to Lisanna.
It was not that Larvin had not paid attention to the fisherman girl with pink hair. In fact, he had already heard about her ambiguous relationship with his son through the Supervision Office.
Originally, in Larvin's view, Alexander was a very rational person who understood the pros and cons. He felt that Alexander would bring Lisanna into the palace in the future as a partial concubine or lover, but she would definitely not be a real wife. But Larvin didn't expect that even Alexander would fall under love, the emotion that most easily makes young people impulsive. Ralphin was a little surprised by the second son's impulsive behavior.
"Father, Lisanna is a very good girl. I believe you will also like her after seeing her. Therefore, I am here to pray for your fulfillment and blessing."
These are the words at the end of Alexander's letter.
Ralphin read the envelope carefully five times, and he finally confirmed one thing between the lines. It was better not to disobey Alexander's rare request.
"It's rare for you to be willful, so let him go." Larvin laughed inexplicably, and then wrote an announcement.
The next day, the whole Merindel was lively again. Because King Larvin issued an announcement, he announced that the fiancée of the second prince of the empire, the Holy Golden Eagle Alexander, had been determined, and she would return to Merindl with the mage apprentices on the expedition in a few days.