So the next step is to burn the tree to save the mother? Am I agarwood? Roland was lost in thought, but was brought back to reality by Marika's voice. "what are you thinking?" "No, I didn't expect things to go so smoothly. My mother would actually help me steal the destined death." Roland really didn't expect it to be so smooth. He looked a little strange and continued to ask. "Then I won't be in a hurry to come back. How long will it take for my mother to get the destined death?" "You have to wait for an opportunity. If you don't want to stay in the royal city, just wait at the Magic Academy. I'll let Michaela contact you." Marika put her body weight on Roland and hugged him. "Well, I understand, mother." Roland held her hand, "We will succeed." This should be a good thing for Radagon. Without the Golden Rule, he doesn't have to be a dog and can go back to live with Lenara.
He thought to himself that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Even if he is another self of his mother, before his mother smashed the ring, she also said that Radagan was not her yet. Holding his mother's hand more tightly, Roland closed his eyes and hugged his mother. "I will help you, Mother. It's just death, tell me the right way to die." "First, you need a large number of deaths to help you pave the way for the death environment. Such deaths should preferably be voluntary, and you will need about a hundred people. Secondly, it is........." Marika's voice was so soft and gentle that it seemed to bring Roland back to his childhood when his mother would coax him to sleep. She told Roland the entire process of the ceremony and added at the end. “After everything is done, someone is needed to inject the destined death prepared in advance into the weapon, and then use this weapon to pierce your heart. At that time, you will die for a moment. Don't be afraid, my child. When you open your eyes again, everything you see will become your strength. The destiny of death will be injected into your heart and flow into your body through your blood. The power of the golden tree will ensure that you will not die, and you will become the new king." "Yeah, I've got it all down." Roland nodded, "I will wait at the Magic Academy. As long as I can get the Destined Death, mother, just wait for my good news." "Well, go ahead." Marika let go of her hand, but the gentle smile on her face never disappeared. Roland stood up and kissed his mother's forehead. "I will fulfill your expectations." I watched the young man leave the room. The figure behind him no longer looked like a child.
Marika's smile gradually disappeared, and finally turned completely expressionless. Aleto, the leader of the Black Blade, came in from the other door and leaned against the wall with his head lowered. "You really dote on Godwin." "Nothing." Marika looked at her, "How is your daughter?" "It seems that she has completely fallen in love with His Highness Godwin. I had expected this." Aleto, the leader of the Black Blade, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Your Majesty, this is too cruel for my daughter." "She's the best candidate." Marika said softly, returning to the bed and holding the slate. "I don't really want her to kill Godwin. Just explain it to her." "Okay, after all, the last step still needs us to complete it." Aleto, the leader of the Black Blade, lamented the fate of his daughter. He had to personally stab the black knife into the heart of the one he loved. What a miserable life it was. She smiled, her expression somewhat amused. "Di Xi will definitely be able to complete the task. This is Black Blade's chance to turn things around and be written into a legend." On the other side, Roland left the room and ran into Marennia as soon as he walked out the door. The red-haired girl sat on the steps, and under the light of the golden tree, her body was coated with a layer of golden light. She hugged Roland's arm and asked, "What did my brother talk about with mother?" "Well... we didn't talk about anything. We talked about the future development of the Golden Tree Dynasty and your illness. Mother is still worried about you. Mother and I have already figured out how to cure your curse. Don't worry, mother and I will work together and we will definitely be able to cure it." Roland smiled, full of confidence. He walked down with Marenia and asked, "Where are Torina and Michaela?" "I don't know. They kept arguing about my brother's method, that thing called a sentinel torch, and then they ran out." Marenia said, "He must have gone to find a place to experiment." Chapter 61 Sentinel Torch (Requesting a First Order) "Then let them make trouble." Roland still trusted Michaela. It was just a sentinel torch, which did not require much technical skills. Michaela and Torina had both lit up their golden prayers. He and Marenia walked slowly along the road, seemingly a little aimlessly. The girl's steps were brisk and lively, "Brother, do you want to go shopping with me?" "Where do you want to go?" Roland glanced at the time. It was not a problem to accompany Malenia for a while. He could go accompany Melina in the afternoon and then go to meet the two brothers in the sewer in the evening. "We can go anywhere with my brother." Marenya put her arm around his. "Then let's go for a walk around the neighborhood." Roland and Marennia went to the nearby commercial street, which served the Golden Tree nobles, so they naturally knew the other two. Every merchant took the initiative to welcome the two of them, and some tailors even almost knelt down before Roland, wanting him to give them more advice.
Roland was really at a loss for words, and said casually, "You guys don't classify the thickness of stockings? You can classify them by d, 20d, 30d, etc., and then market them and tell them how to match stockings of different thicknesses with new clothes." Seeing the ecstatic expressions of several merchants, Marennia tilted her head and thought in her heart that her brother was really amazing. She watched them take out all the clothes that suited her and the maids helped her choose. Roland sat on the sofa, holding the water brought by the maid. To him, it was just a casual remark, but to those businessmen, it was a path they had never thought of. Mainly, it is Golden Godwin's fame, which is the most important thing. Everyone else left, and the maids helped Marennia change into a Gothic-style dress, which was a rose and black color, and was paired with a parasol. "Well, it's okay. Marenia rarely wears this kind of clothes. It looks pretty when she wears it occasionally." Roland waved his hand and said, "Wrap it up." Next came various costumes, including a plain white long skirt that blended with the style of the border area, paired with pure white high-heeled shoes, and gold decorations on the head. The college-style short skirt is paired with a white shirt, over-the-knee white stockings, small leather boots, and the hairpins on the head are replaced with bandages. Each set highlights Malenia's tall stature and perfectly proportioned body, especially her long legs. Whether she is wearing white stockings, black stockings, or even bare legs and white socks, she looks slender and beautiful. Roland kept staring at her, causing Marennia's cheeks to blush, but she didn't want to hide away, so she suppressed her shyness and showed her legs to her brother. Those were not legs at all, but more like two snow-white knives. To describe them simply as beautiful was a bit too thin. When he thought about the fact that in the game, Malenia's legs had been corroded by the scarlet corruption and she could only use prosthetic limbs, his heart skipped a beat. I have no sympathy for Scarlet Corruption! He finally packed up all the clothes he had tried on, and when he was about to pay, he stared at the portrait above the counter and twitched his lips. The boss hurried over and said, "Your Highness, Your Highness, you don't have to pay." "Ah? Okay." Roland yawned, and the benefits he casually said were much more valuable than these clothes. He left holding Malenia's hand and strolled around the neighborhood. He actually felt more comfortable holding hands with his sister. She is slender and graceful. People passing by saluted the two and made way for them. Marennia felt that she had not been so happy in a long time. Even if he had not left the royal city, he was still very busy before. It was only once in a long time that he could spare a large block of time to accompany them for dinner and shopping. We are usually only free at night, so we can sleep together every day. She asked Roland, "Brother, you're not leaving tonight, right?" "Yes, I plan to stay for a day." Roland nodded, found a candy shop, threw him a gold rune, and took two candies. Marenia took it, her eyes sparkling, "Then I want to sleep with my brother tonight." "You're so old now." Roland didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Can't you?"
The eyes that had just lit up quickly dimmed again, and Marennia pursed her lips slightly. Roland sighed slightly and rubbed her head. "Then wait until I finish my work and come back and we'll talk." "Yeah." She nodded. The two of them walked around for a while and ran into Michaela and Torina who were looking for them. They trotted along, panting, surrounding Roland and shouting. "Brother, what kind of flame should we pray with? We have tried several and none of them worked." "Hmm? What did you guys use?" Roland thought for a moment, "Forget it, let's find a quiet place." In a noisy commercial street, discussing black knives and flaming prayers is a bit... It would be better to use the term politically incorrect. He brought the three little ones back to the room and asked the two of them. "What have you tried?" "We used the giant's fire," Tolina replied, "but it didn't seem to work." In theory, the giant's prayer is an absolute taboo in the Golden Tree and it is impossible for people to learn it. But there are demigods in the room. Roland stroked his chin. He didn't know what kind of prayer the sentinel torch used. He explained to the two people, "There are three kinds of flames I know, namely black flame, crazy fire, and giant flame. All three kinds of flames are somewhat related to the eyes. The black flame is the ability of the Queen of Night Eyes. The crazy fire is more directly related to the eyes and requires eating grapes. The giant flame is the flame that resides in the evil god and appears as a big eyeball. There should be no problem with your choice of giant flame, but the problem is the prayer you chose. You should consider praying for surveillance and changing the nature of the flame itself." "So how do you use it specifically?" Michaela handed Roland a new torch. "Well, let me think about it." Roland felt that the giant flame should be fine, so he took the torch, took out the Golden Law Seal from his windbreaker pocket, and after a little thought, began to pray. He knew a lot of prayers, not to mention the golden tree and two fingers, he also knew about giants, divine skins, ancient dragons, beasts, and poison. Roland had never learned Blood, Dragon's Feast, Corruption, and Madness. No one taught him if he wanted to learn them, and he couldn't even get in touch with them. The stone tablet recording the giant's fire prayer was placed in Marika's boudoir, and Roland often looked at it when he was a child. He tried the Flame of the Evil God, the prayer that was stolen by Adam the Fire Thief in the game, but was not let go after he reminded him. As legendary prayers, Torina and Michaela would not be very normal. Roland focused on surveillance, and the flames slowly ignited the torches. As the flames spread, in addition to the few of them in the air, there were two more black knives, both hiding at the door. They all looked over, were startled by the two black knives, and looked at each other.
Black Knife: “????” "Well, that's about it." Roland returned the torch to Michaela. "Where's Dixi? Why isn't she here?" Chapter 62 Melina Wants Him to Stay "Your Highness, Di Xi has been called away by the leader, and we will temporarily take over." One of the Black Blades answered, and the other two used their hoods to hide the surprise in their eyes. They really didn't think Roland could succeed, let alone succeed once.