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Since Roger had already made up his mind, he didn't bother to say anything and directly took out the "Star Cup".

The glittering twelve-sided crystal was suspended in his palm, and the great power and brilliance that bloomed turned into strands of silk threads that gradually wrapped Roger's body, which was already covered with death vines.

[Target: Roger]

[Status: Zombie·Half-step Death·Half-dead Born]

[Begin reconstruction. ]

"Ah--!!!"

Roger's painful screams echoed in the empty round table hall.

The moment the black vines on his body touched the light threads, they were decomposed like spring snow melting and quickly faded away.

It felt like scraping the tarsal off his bones and throwing it into the fire for calcination.

This process lasted less than a minute, but this short minute seemed as long as several years for Roger.

When the light dissipated, Roger was already sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of the water.

"Okay, Mr. Roger, now try to stand up and feel if there is any discomfort."

In a trance, Roger heard Su Feng's voice. He subconsciously obeyed the other party's order and stood up from the chair.

As the consciousness that was about to leave the body gradually returned and became sober, Roger subconsciously clenched his fists and moved his limbs.

Then, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Really... recovered... I really recovered!!!"

Surprise and joy were beyond words.

Not only that, he also felt that there seemed to be another force in his body.

Subconsciously, he touched his waist and wanted to try it. As a result, he remembered that he had already given his sword to Su Feng, and his pyroxene staff was also lost in Stonewell City--

"Here, you are looking for this, right?"

Su Feng handed over the +8 rapier that had been prepared long ago. The high-quality sword with delicate decorations on it was the one Roger gave to him personally.

And it also comes with a brand new pyroxene staff.

"Speaking of which, this is also the painstaking work of Mr. Xiu Gu. Don't give it away casually next time."

Roger looked down at the familiar rapier, then looked up at Su Feng, his eyes full of gratitude, but before he could say anything, Su Feng had already forced the rapier and the pyroxene staff into his hands.

"Okay, don't say polite words anymore, let's try to use magic and see if there is anything wrong."

Since Su Feng said this, Roger no longer shirked his responsibility, picked up the pyroxene staff and prepared to release magic.

And Su Feng took a few steps back and observed carefully.

——Pyroxene magic gravel!

This is the foundation of pyroxene magic and the starting point of the journey of exploring magic.

But at this moment, a black magic gravel flew out of the pyroxene, mixed with a little yellow.

Roger was immediately shocked——

"Mr. Su Feng, this is..."

He had never seen this form of magic, and the power permeated in the magic gravel was clearly——

"Yes, it is the power of death. You should know that beings who serve death can use the power of death, just like the [Dead Sleeping Girl] Fia who pursues the centipede wound ring and claims to be the mother of the dead birth... It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, right?"

He was very satisfied with Roger's recovery.

In this process, he also gained a lot of experience, and now he is almost 100% sure of curing Teacher Se Lian.

However, after hearing his explanation, Roger was speechless, as if his three views were shocked.

The power of death, this power clearly does not belong to the pyroxene magic, but now it can be integrated into magic? !

Su Feng had expected him to think so, so he explained: "Maybe you don't know yet, it has been proven that prayer and magic are actually the same source, and the one who came up with this theory is Master Tops of the current Rhea Lukalia School of Magic."

"This..."

Roger opened his mouth wide.

Of course he knew who Tops was.

If I remember correctly, he should be a magic apprentice who could not return to the embrace of the school, hiding in the Iris Church crying all day long.

Now he has transformed himself into a master of the magic school? !

In other words, a new classroom was opened up based on the classrooms of the comet and meteor system? !

"So, Mr. Tops is so powerful..."

For the first time, Roger felt that he seemed to be out of touch with the times. Too many things happened outside, and he was completely unaware of them.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to give you this."

Then, Su Feng took out a letter from his arms and handed it over. On the seal was a blue beeswax seal belonging to the Magic Academy-

"If you don't mind, after leaving the Round Table Hall, you can go to the Magic Academy for further studies. Although there are not many studies on the history of the golden tree, there are a lot of studies on the history of pyroxene magic, which also meets your desire to become a scholar, right?"

"Mr. Su Feng, I..."

After hearing these words, Roger was so moved that he couldn't say anything more.

The other party not only saved his life, but also helped him to arrange his whereabouts...

He knew very well that although the current round table hall has completely withered, the two fingers are still there, so this is always the candidate hall for becoming a king, and everyone can be said to be their own competitors.

If we stay here and obey the orders given by our two fingers, we will one day become each other's enemies...

"...Thank you Mr. Su Feng, I can't repay you for your great kindness.

After this, I will leave the Round Table Hall...

However, I won't be going to the Magic Academy for the time being, and I may have to travel to the Junction for a while. "

Roger said this, but after he finished speaking, he felt that there was something wrong with his words, and quickly added: "But please don't worry, I have no idea of ​​competing for the position of King of Elden, and I will follow your advice and no longer explore. The truth about the Night of the Black Knife will no longer have anything to do with the Deadborn.

Now, I just want to be a scholar and study and record the history of the junction. "

People teach people, but they don’t teach; things teach people, it only takes one time.

This is the case with Roger. After experiencing the wandering between life and death, he has understood that there are some things that cannot be revealed, and there are also some things that he should not touch...

And now Roger's matter is settled.

So, what’s left—

"Long time no see, little Roderica."

In the corridor of the Round Table Hall, he once again met the cowardly and innocent blonde girl Roderica.

She set up a stall there as always, studying the ability to adjust spirits diligently and seriously.

It wasn't until she heard the voice in her ears that she subconsciously raised her head. The moment she saw Su Feng, her face was filled with joy.

"...S-Master Su Feng, is it really you?!"

"Of course, how can this be false?"

Su Feng sat down next to Roderica and leaned his back against the wall comfortably.

Seeing this, Roderica was very happy. She was happy that Su Feng could still remember her, but she was also a little frustrated.

And the reason for depression——

"...Please see, the Round Table Hall is now deserted, the two fingers no longer provide guidance, everyone in the Faded Ones has left, only Mr. Xiugu, myself, and Mr. Ofnir are left.

Obviously the guidance of the Round Table Hall was so great, why do you want to leave here? "

Puzzled, confused, and this inexplicable sadness and desolation.

These emotions troubled Roderica's heart.

It is said that there were once a gathering of heroes in the Round Table Hall. Even though it declined not long after her arrival, it was still a guiding light for the fading ones.

But now, new people entering the Round Table Hall, and even the old people are leaving one after another.

"It's very simple, because they found their own way." Su Feng said, looking at her, "What about you? Do you want to leave here? I can take you out of here."

"...Really?"

Roderica felt unbelievable and very happy, but then a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, and she shook her head and said: "No, even if everyone has left, I will still stay here..."

"Is it because of Mr. Xiu Gu?"

Roderica nodded undeniably, then turned her head to look at the darkness at the end of the corridor on the other side.

"The fate between Mr. Xiugu and the Round Table Hall is too deep. It is obvious that the shackles that bound him have been destroyed and he has been freed long ago.

But I have no intention of leaving the Round Table Hall..."

"If this is the only thing you're worried about, then don't worry and leave it to me." Su Feng patted her little head and stretched heavily, "I will find a way to take Mr. Xiu away."

"Really? Do you have any idea?"

"certainly."

Su Feng smiled.

The worst case scenario is to tie it up again. Is this a problem?

So, with Roderica watching gratefully, he walked deeper into the corridor.

From the end of the darkness, a faint firelight flickered, and the sound of blacksmithing came.

The mixed-breed old man, Master Xiu, was banging the red-hot weapons on the anvil as always. The surrounding area was like a cave of weapons, filled with swords, guns, swords and halberds, each of which could be said to be the most outstanding work.

But it always stood there alone, unclaimed.

"Hey, Mr. Xiu Gu, long time no see."

"Ah, it's you, long time no see. Haven't you died at the hands of the enemy yet?"

"Thanks to you, I'm not dead yet."

"Really... Well, what we have to do is still the same, take out your weapons quickly."

As usual, Xiu Gu urged him to take out his weapon, wanting to help him maintain and strengthen it.

Su Feng also followed the usual practice and casually took out a few sword blades and a few forging stones and handed them to Xiu Gu. Xiu Gu directly threw them into the forging furnace. He took them out until they were red-hot and banged them on the anvil. beat.

Even when he was talking, he never raised his head.

"Emmm, your weapon is pretty good. It takes a little longer to forge it. If you have something to do, go ahead and get the weapon after you come back."

"No hurry, Mr. Xiu Gu, let's have a chat."

"What to talk about?"

Xiu Gu dropped the stone hammer heavily, and regardless of whether Su Feng was standing in front of the anvil, the flying sparks fell directly on each other.

"It's nothing special. I just want to ask, Mr. Xiu Gu, do you want to leave here?"

"...Leave here? I can't leave, I'm a prisoner of your faded ones.

As you can see, the chain over there is used to shackle the captives. "

"But, the shackles have been opened long ago, haven't they?"

"Well...you are right." Xiu Gu hammered the anvil and pondered: "But even so, I can't leave here. I am tied to the Round Table Hall, and my duty is to forge weapons for you faded ones and kill powerful enemies."

"But now you can see that the talents of the Round Table Hall have withered."

"...New people will come eventually."

"I don't think so. The Round Table Hall will be destroyed. This is a foregone conclusion. No one can stop it. What will you do then?"

"...Accompany the Round Table Hall to die together."

A concise and clear answer.

Su Feng was not surprised by Xiu Gu's answer, because this old man was so stubborn.

"What about Roderica? Do you want her to be buried with you in this dilapidated place? "

After saying this, Xiu Gu paused for a moment, but then the hammer still fell heavily on the anvil.

"I'm just an ugly hybrid who can only forge weapons... That girl is very good and shouldn't stay here with me. If possible, I hope you can take her away."