Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens

Luke thought of many ways for the two of them to say goodbye.

But in the end, I realized that everything was so simple.

It was obviously the last moment, but he didn't wake Terela up to talk to each other or say goodbye.

Because Terela's expression was too peaceful.

She lay flat on the bed like this, with a portrait sent by An Rui standing beside the bed. Her body was particularly relaxed, her face was rosy, and there was still a smile on her lips. Although her breathing was weak, it was very steady, and there was no sign of pain at all.

This made Luke feel that there was really no need to bother her anymore.

So he quietly watched Terela's breathing slowly weaken, quietly watched her face gradually turn pale, quietly watched her life breath passing away little by little, and finally he could no longer feel it at all.

After knowing that he was an elf, Luke had actually made conscious mental preparations. Starting from the Campbell Mansion, Luke had been deliberately not remembering the names of some insignificant people.

He ignored the maids, servants, and guests who came and went, and tried not to develop feelings for them.

In fact, he kept things very well, and he restrained himself from paying too much attention to people who remembered their names.

Ms. Luo Yin is an elder, and although she respects her, she won't get too close. Uncle Arnold is the housekeeper, and he is overwhelmed by daily chores. Lenis is the mother, but she has always been careless.

The first point of contact with the world is Amir, his playmate, brother, frog son, and the brat who has annoyed him since he was a baby.

When Amir went out, he devoted himself to magic. Perhaps it was because of this loneliness that he wished there was someone by his side.

Terela was this person, his lover, wife, companion, his second point of connection to the world.

As annoying as Amir, but with a higher execution ability than Amir, he accurately understood his preferences, and then used all means to get him, and tied him up for half a century.

The people he knew over the years have passed away one after another, and together with these two connecting points, Luke has the illusion that he is derailed from the world.

A huge feeling of emptiness came over him, making him feel inexplicably tired.

Maybe the elf should just be left alone.

He thought silently.

…

Three days later, Terela's funeral began.

Luke didn't invite anyone. He carried a suitcase and came alone to the venue where the two got married.

The place was overgrown with grass and had been abandoned for a long time, making it look a bit eerie. This was normal, after all, more than fifty years had passed.

Luke took out the rosewood staff and pointed it at the flames on the ground. As the magic power surged, the soil surged and flowers sprouted. In a few breaths, the place became completely new.

It was not in line with his idea to let the body be buried and rot. He used fire magic to cremate the body. Most of it was scattered in the flower field, and the remaining part was put in a small bottle and became his pendant.

After setting up the stone tablet and writing the name, Luke used enchantment magic to protect the place.

"I'll come back to see you."

After saying goodbye to Terela, Luke turned and left.

He put his cloak on his head, hiding his features in the shadows, walked into Barum, passed through the crowd, and finally stopped in front of the Campbell mansion.

The place had changed so much that he couldn't tell. After looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar mansion for a while, Luke knocked on the door softly.

Another person opened the door, and he no longer recognized him.

"Who are you……"

"Give this letter to your master."

Luke took out the envelope and handed it over, took one last look at Tongju, turned around and left without any regrets.

The new butler glanced at the unknown guest strangely, then closed the door. He carefully checked the envelope and made sure it was OK before knocking on An Rui's room.

"Come in."

"Sir, I have a letter for you."

An Rui, who was checking the recent developments in the city, took the letter in his hand and opened it.

"All the assets in the territory will be given to you, no need to refuse."

"The two statues in the master bedroom are the controllers of the enchantment magic, used to switch it on and off."

"If you need to go out for something, don't think about it and don't disturb me."

An Rui looked complicated after reading the information in the letter.

"Did the sender leave any other words?"

"No, I just told you to leave the letter with you."

After hearing this, An Rui's eyes gradually became moist, and after a long time he let out a heavy sigh.

He understood that the uncle he had always respected since childhood had left here, and he was afraid he would never see him again in his lifetime.

…

Time will not stand still just because someone leaves, the world will still run according to the rules.

Three years later, soldiers at the outpost in front of the Demon King's City discovered that the Demon King's City Gate was wide open. After entering, they found that there was no one inside. The Demon Clan was confirmed to be destroyed. This blockbuster news brought turmoil and shocked the world.

Due to the loss of foreign invasion and rapid development, leaders of various countries began to become impetuous, and frictions occurred between the central countries and the southern countries due to national boundary issues.

At first everyone thought it was just a small conflict that would be resolved soon.

But as time went by, friction quickly evolved into conflict, and then into war, and the scale continued to expand.

Ten years later, the southern countries showed signs of decline, but they refused to cease the war and instead increased their troops to invade. The war spread to Barum. Led by the Campbell family, all the troops in Barum participated in the war.

In order to restore the situation, the southern countries took the lead in recruiting adventurers to join the battle.

The adventurer team, which had been gradually desolate due to the news of the peace treaty and the destruction of the demons, regained its vitality. A considerable number of them joined the army and became elite soldiers. The weapons originally used to fight against the demons were used to cut their compatriots.

The powerful strength of the adventurers is far beyond the reach of the army. The powerful combat power injection quickly eliminated the gap and even began to counterattack.

Twenty years later, the Central Kingdoms, which were retreating step by step, had to make the same choice and began to recruit adventurers to join the war.

The Royal City, as the center of the Central Kingdoms, was the starting point for all adventurers. This move instantly reversed the decline. The Southern Kingdoms were defeated immediately and had to sign a treaty for compensation.

The Northern Kingdoms, which had been watching the war, took the opportunity to start a new war and launched a surprise attack while the two countries suffered heavy casualties. The Central Kingdoms and the Southern Kingdoms joined forces to deal with the Northern Kingdoms, and the three parties were in a stalemate for a long time.

Thirty years later, the dwarf warrior Azer, whose village was destroyed by the war, was active on the battlefield. With his physique that could not be hurt by swords and axes, falling from high altitudes, and the strength to easily lift boulders, he became the "strongest warrior" in the mouths of adventurers.

Fifty years later, the war was initially calmed, but countless villages and towns were destroyed, and the people were living in poverty. The countries began to rest and recuperate, entering a period of rapid and stable development.

Eighty years later, the gate of the Demon King's City in the Ede region was suddenly closed, and no one knew what was going on inside. Since there was still no demon clan showing up, the incident stopped fermenting after a brief surge.

One hundred and twenty-eight years later, the war started again, and the scale was larger than a hundred years ago. The three-way war intensified, with countless casualties, blood staining the earth red, corpses piled up like mountains, and society almost collapsed.

At a critical moment, among the southern countries, an adventurer turned the tide and suppressed all the armies of various countries. He mediated the wars of various countries, banned meaningless struggles, and brought peace to the world. He was given the title of "The Brave of the South" by many adventurers.

At the same time, the northern countries discovered traces of the demon clan. The demon clan, which was thought to have been extinct, revived. Although it has not yet fully recovered, the general-level demon clan has appeared.

This news made humans start to unite again, and the era of peace began here.

The old magic association suffered heavy casualties in the war and had to disband after several years. A new magic association named "Luke, the father of classical magic" was born.

They carried forward the concept of "bold hypothesis, careful verification", committed to creating new magic and transforming outdated magic, and using magic in thousands of households.

Due to the war, a large number of orphans were displaced, and countries opened orphanages in various places to adopt orphans who were abandoned or lost their parents in the war.

In an orphanage, a caregiver lovingly picked up a baby in swaddling clothes.

"It's so pitiful, the child's parents seem to have died in the war."

Hearing this, another caregiver temporarily put the baby in his hand on the bed and began to pray to the goddess for the baby in swaddling clothes.

"How pitiful! May the goddess protect him."

After the prayer, the nurse of the goddess of faith asked, "Does the child have a name?"

"Not yet."

The nurse looked at the blue hair on the baby's head and the round blue eyes, "Why not call him Xinmeier (Sky)?"

"What a good name."

The nurse of the goddess of faith seemed to have a headache, "I haven't thought of a name for this one either. The scriptures say that children have their own thoughts and cannot be named privately."

"Oh, then let me name it too, but is there any mention of this in the scriptures? The scriptures left by my ancestors don't seem to have Talk about this. "

The nurse who believed in the goddess looked at him strangely, "Your thing is not an antique from two hundred years ago, this rule has been in place for a long time."

"After all, I am not a believer of the goddess..." The nurse smiled awkwardly, "Let's think of a name for this child, how about Haita (cheerful)?"

"It's also a very good name." The nurse who believed in the goddess put his hands together and prayed again, "I hope this child will not be too gloomy in the future."

"It shouldn't be."

The nurse looked at the children who were carried into the crib one by one, recalled the previous war, and the countless people who died, and answered firmly.

"They are new hope."