Chapter Six Gambling

"Dear Sarah Winlow, according to your opinion... how long can I live?" Roger asked with a smile, his expression relaxed, as if he was talking about the life and death of other people.

The boss looked up and down at Roger and said, "If Miss Androni can always stay by your side, then there will definitely be no problem with supporting one year."

"What if she leaves?" Roger continued.

"It depends on your will and whether you can concentrate at all times. Judging from the growth rate of the Goddess's power in nature, you will be unable to cope with endless attacks in half a year and die in the occasional relaxation."

Roger nodded and smiled, "Then I've been in a long time! There are still many things to do."

The boss looked at Roger and said without any haste: "The Wrath of the Goddess of Nature is a ninth-level magic. From the perspective of the magic system itself, the ninth-level magic has already reached the peak of all magic in the world. But magic is just magic, and the magic cast through Druid is incomparable to the miracles cast by the Goddess of Ninth himself. In this world, there has never been an indissoluble magic. So Lord Roger does not have to be discouraged. Maybe one day the River of Destiny will bring the cracking method to you."

Roger smiled and said lightly: "I hope so."

The boss took Roger out of the palace all the way until he watched him step onto the carriage and left.

The carriage was empty and there was not even a coachman. Roger took the coachman's seat and drove back to his residence.

Since he was furious to the goddess of nature, Roger has become a dead place. With Froya's strength, it will not be possible for those elves to approach Roger. Therefore, Roger can only drive by himself.

Since she became flirted with Androni that day, although she has not had many adverse reactions, she has never been inseparable from Rogue as she used to. Most of the time, she has disappeared, so Rogue can only face attacks that may appear at any time alone. However, Androni returns to Rogue every day, guarding him, so that he can rest with peace of mind and restore his magic and mental power.

Rog returned to the mansion and walked straight towards Froya's room.

He knocked on the door gently, and after a while, Froya opened the door. As soon as the door opened, Roger took a few steps back and opened a distance with her.

The little fairy has a messy hair and a little black eye circle. It seems that she hasn't had a good sleep these days. Although her clothes are clean, they are not neat.

She suddenly covered her mouth with her hands and yawned. Then she remembered that Roger was still standing outside, so she let Roger into the room.

The two of them stood in a corner of the room, not farther apart. Froya was originally a very neat and clean woman, but her room was so messy that magic potions, materials, utensils and books were everywhere. Especially the books about magic were amazing. On the other side of the room, a place was barely cleared out, with thick notes on it. The extremely gorgeous and charming fonts were known at a glance from the hands of the little fairy.

When Roger saw Froya in the past, she was mostly mixing magic potions. But this time she seemed to be studying magic books, and this desperate spirit surprised Roger secretly.

When the little goblin saw Rog standing next to a pile of magic books, he immediately screamed: "Don't stand there! Don't turn my book into a monster! Let's go out and talk about it if there is anything!"

Rogge smiled bitterly and had to take Froya to the terrace.

"Froya, I will set out to the Dark Forest in two days. I don't think you are alone in the Emperor. It's better that you can set off immediately and return to the Oracle City." Rog said.

Froya was obviously a little surprised by the sudden news, and her confused green eyes also became much clearer. She frowned and subconsciously bit a strand of drooping blonde hair, thinking hard.

"Fatty, are Pompei and Alexander planning to harm you? But although Druid fell, you should be useful to them. They are not new players in politics. Why do you turn against each other like this? Is it because... the wrath of the goddess of nature? Do they think you can't live long and have no value for use?" Froya frowned.

Roger looked at the extremely tempting little fairy, surprised by her keen political sense, and was also a little fascinated by the charm she showed inadvertently.

But now he must keep his distance from Froya, all the time.

Froya and Roger looked at Richelieu under the night. But she was in the left corner and Roger stood in the right corner.

The terrace is very large, so they are far apart.

"Froya, when you go back, pack up your things and bring all the elves back to the Oracle City. All..."

Froya knew all the elves Roger was referring to, including Wind Butterfly and Rumsfield. She asked, "So what about the elves guarding the warriors? Don't you need them?"

Roger sighed, nodded, and said, "I... don't want to see any elves now."

"Is it because of Feng Die that you don't want to face the elves?"

Roger sighed softly and said, "Why am I so fragile? Feng Die's death really hurts me very much, but the biggest reason why I don't want to face the elves is because it reminds me of Ajiani. After all, I failed to fulfill her last wish."

"Oh, Fengdie... She was at least very peaceful and happy when she went there! You fat man always put life first, but for her, death, I think, is really a relief."

Roger remained silent and sighed heavily after a long time.

"But one thing is strange. Hasn't Rumsfield been transformed into a Shadow Knight by you and erased all soul marks? Why did he appear in the City of Clouds and looks completely restored?"

Roger said slowly: "I have repeatedly checked his body. Rumsfield has indeed been restored to the original body of the elves, and all abilities have been strengthened. But it is normal to say that the ability of the goddess of nature lies in nature and balance, so it is a skill that the Druids are very good at. Since I can transform Rumsfield into a Shadow Knight, it is not surprising that Yunxiao City has the ability to transform him back into an elves. From that

Judging from the situation before God's death, he had at least recovered some of his memories. Perhaps it was just fragments of memory, but this showed how arrogant I said that I had erased all his soul marks! The vastness and depth of the soul world is no less than the world we are in now. I just opened its doors, but thought I had already walked through every corner of it. I still remember that in the Holy Book of the Church of Light, the chapter on the fifth chapter of Sin and Punishment, said that arrogance is sin..."

Froya was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled softly and said, "Fatty, how old are you! You speak so old-fashionedly. You don't think about it. How many old guys can't beat you now! Ah, by the way, don't you hate the Church of Light the most? Why do you still read their sacred texts? I think you can recite them!"

Roger laughed and said, "If you want to deal with the enemy, the first step is to understand them. The sacred texts of the Church of Light are very interesting and worth reading repeatedly. Putting aside the words of arrogance and prejudice, there is indeed endless wisdom recorded on it, and..."

He paused before smiling and said, "...many secrets of the gods!"

Froya screamed in surprise and said, "Can't the sacred text be bought with money? Believers who don't have money can also read it at will in the local church. How could this record the secrets of the gods? Is the sacred text you got different from the version I saw?"

Roger shook his head and said, "The sacred texts I have received are no different from those obtained by ordinary believers. It's just that I have dealt with a few coming angels, well, I know them well... so many seemingly exaggerated and nonsensical miracle records in the sacred texts, as well as the descriptions of past lives that are similar to some small religions, are true!"

"But..." Froya tried hard to recall the content of the Holy Book, but still couldn't believe it: "But such an important content can be made public like this?"

"The chapter on the 44th chapter of the Holy Precepts says that God showed the truth before everyone, but the eyes of sentient beings turned a blind eye to it." Rogue smiled.

Froya suddenly remembered something, and her innocent face gradually turned pale: "If...if...if the things of the gods recorded in the Scriptures are true, then...will you be enemies of the Church of Light, aren't you being enemies of the gods? Have you...n't you ever thought about this?"

Roger smiled slightly and said, "I've thought about it a long time ago."

"Then why!" Froya stared at Roger with green eyes and shouted: "Actually, you can't defeat the Church of Light at all, and you can't be an enemy of the gods! Why do you still have such an impossible thing? You have power and money now. Wouldn't it be better to settle down?"

The fat man smiled and said, "In addition to the gods contained in the sacred texts, there are other gods in the world. Moreover, even if there is no hope, you might as well do some things. I have been smart for so long, and occasionally stupid, it is no big deal."

Froya's eyes became brighter and brighter. She stared at Roger and said, "It's not like this, you must have another reason!"

Roger laughed and said, "Okay, don't guess randomly, I'm not that complicated? Don't worry about me, when I come back from the dark forest, everything will be fine. You stay in the Oracle City obediently, and I will come to find you when I come back."

Fuluya sighed, knowing that if she asked again, the fat man would definitely not say anything. She sighed, held her cheek with her hand, and looked at the blurry lights in the distance, and asked quietly: "There are all defeated in the dark forest! It's too dangerous there. Can you tell me what you want to do in the dark forest? If it's not that you have to go, you'd better not go!"

"I want to get something from the dark forest and do something along the way. These things are very important, and you can't do it if you don't go."

Fuluya sighed quietly and said, "Fatty, I don't want to say anything. If you always don't trust others like this, how can people treat you sincerely?"

Roger was stunned, and savored Froya's words for a while, and a faint sourness slowly surged out of his heart.

He also sighed and said, "Froya, I am not sure what I want to do in the Dark Forest this time. However, it will be much easier for a few people to operate in places like Dark Forest than tens of thousands of troops. Don't worry, I definitely have no worries about my life. Even if you know these things, you can't help me, and you will be worried. So why bother? You have a good rest in the Oracle City, and I will be back soon."

Froya didn't make any sound for a long time.

After a while, she suddenly said, "Will you take Annie with you?"

Roger nodded.

Froya said, "Then I'm much more relieved. The Death Class, why haven't I seen him for so long?"

"Even if Nicholas is not dead, he probably won't live long. The Death Class is very clear about this. His mission has been completed, so he will naturally not stay by my side again."

"This old man! You know the money! Money! Money! You will be out of your way as soon as the mission is over, without any affection! You should have poisoned him in the food he should have eaten and drunk!" The little fairy couldn't help but curse.

Roger smiled and thought that if this little goblin was seriously poisoning, even if the body of the Death God Clan was strong, he would be likely to be poisoned on the spot.

It seems that it is impossible to offend her easily in the future.

The fat man looked at the moon in the night sky, stretched his body, and prepared to go back.

"Wait!" Froya stopped him.

The fat man turned around and smiled, "What else is there? I can't accompany you now!"

Froya seemed to have not heard Roger's teasing words, but said, "Can you temporarily suppress the hell magic and prevent it from attacking?"

Roger nodded and said, "This is OK. Now it will never happen within two minutes."

"Then you close your eyes."

Roger smiled slightly and closed his eyes as he spoke.

At this time, in order to suppress the wrath of the goddess of nature, his mental power was already working all his strength, and a faint silver light faintly appeared in his skin.

In the breeze, a faint fragrance quietly came and passed by Roger's nose silently.

Two pieces of icy softness gently touched Roger's ears, and then Froya's low and slightly hoarse voice sounded, and the soft breath quietly moved the deepest desire in Roger's heart:

"If you can come back to see me, then I... will be cheaper for you once."

The breeze with orchid aura passed over Rogue and headed far away.

Rogge smiled with satisfaction on his face, and it took him a long time to open his eyes.

A strong wind whistled across the endless wastelands of the northern country. The wind was filled with sand and gravel of all sizes. Occasionally, when the wind was weaker, larger stones would fall.

The wind circled over the wasteland, and a large number of sand and gravel fell like rain, hitting a huge keel wreck, making a dense sound.

A ray of light flashed in the dim sky, and Wina's figure appeared above the dragon bone. The dragon soul gun in her hand pointed obliquely to the ground, and silver lights could be seen flowing in the transparent gun body.

Wina looked at the dragon skeleton below speechlessly.

There was no minced meat on the bones, and it was very clean. On this wasteland where no scavengers appeared, this can only be explained as the dragon meat was removed. The dragon bones were fragmented, the dragon teeth and claws were gone, and there were countless traces of chopping on the thick ribs.

Wina sighed softly.

Not long ago, the predecessor of this terrible dragon bone had spitted out a surging dragon flame and fought alone with five strong men. There was even a god among its enemies!

Is Nicholas, a former genius in the Silver Dragon Clan, who is famous for his silver miracle, now ending like this?

Wina couldn't help but feel a faint disgust towards Rentini and her golem legion.

No one will miss the precious raw materials that are like mountains when seeing the silver dragon's corpse. But the silver miracle was once a very rare powerful existence in this world. After digging its corpse, why can't we spend a little more time burying the corpse that cannot be taken away and leaving it with the last bit of dignity?

She gently stroked the Dragon Soul Gun in her hand and sighed. Although Lentini was annoying, she did it step by step according to her plan, and the effect was even better than the most optimistic situation in the plan. After all, it would take a certain amount of talent and enough pervert to ruin the silver dragon's corpse to this point.

Wina's wrist trembled slightly, and the battle spear immediately exuded a faint silver mist, condensed into a dragon shape in the air. Although the mist was thin, it could still be seen that it was a arrogant, majestic and elegant top-notch dragon.
To be continued...