".......I'm sorry, Your Highness, I don't know." Lutier lowered her head, her face full of thought. “It’s normal not to know.” Roland patted her shoulder, feeling the hard texture of the shoulder armor, and continued. “The one I want to kill is the goddess of corruption, with the law of scarlet corruption. So, I need a death." Hearing this, Lutier's eyes lit up, and she immediately beat her chest with her right hand and asked. "You mean we charge into battle for you? That's our duty." "No, no, no, there is no need for you to enter the battlefield. In a battle between gods and kings, even more Rodel Knights will be useless." Roland turned around with his back to them and said, "This reward is that you will commit suicide for me when I need you. Don't worry, you won't really die.
By then, you will all become my followers and my sharp swords. Now, whether or not to accept this reward depends on your own decision. You can also choose the normal one.” Lutier expressed her loyalty almost instantly, with determination in her eyes and holding the spear. "Your Highness, I am your sword, your gun, and your knife. If you need me to commit suicide, then I will commit suicide." "As your highness commands!" The Knights of Rodel said in unison that no one chose to retreat. No one was stupid. His Highness has clearly told you that suicide will not kill you, but will also bring you benefits. Who doesn’t want this? Everyone was so excited that they felt they would be able to achieve great success in the next moment. They suppressed their excitement and tried their best not to giggle. They lowered their heads and watched Roland continue to give orders to the female knight. "Lutier, I have another matter for you to take care of, and it's related to death." "Yes." "I need you to help me find another hundred or so Rodel Knights to volunteer to die for me. Don't mention what we're going to do." Roland still remembered the ceremony that his mother Marika had mentioned. Now that the road was built, his mother would prepare other things. It only requires a death environment, which is actually not easy to do. In the game, Black Knife not only assassinated Godwin, but also assassinated a large number of Golden Tree nobles. Roland didn't want the Golden Tree nobles. Not to mention whether they could be trusted, they were just a bunch of useless idiots and should have been cut off long ago. Knight Rodel is better. As long as you can get the destined death and possess the power of the law of death.
Even if the Knights of Rodel committed suicide and were willing to sacrifice their lives for him, they would not die. You will only become his followers and an extension of the power of death. Now, everything is ready. All that’s left is the destined death. Roland's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation. Soon, his sister would no longer be cursed by the scarlet corruption. He also had the capital to challenge Radagon and could cooperate with his mother to get the magic ring. The rest is up to Michaela. The law that accommodates everything. Even his sun and Lani's stars can be accommodated together. His thoughts were interrupted by Lutier, who asked him a question. "Your Highness, shall we set off now?" "Let's go. There is a portal between the Royal City and the Academy. You can use that." Roland took them to the portal and sent them back to the royal city. When I came back, I happened to meet Lance. She sat on a bench, wearing a smart shirt and trousers, but even so, it could not conceal her alluring temperament. The magic apprentices around her were all secretly looking at her face, and there were many women among them. "Why haven't you gone back yet?" Roland went to get two drinks and handed one to Lance. "Ah, there's a heartless guy. No matter how much I say I like him, I'm not moved." She took the drink, put the book in her hand aside, sat up straight, and left half of the chair empty. Chapter 98 Departure “There are so many people around.” Roland sat next to Lance, leaning back against her, and asked in a low voice. "Don't be ridiculous. I know you don't like me. Why do you want to provoke Se Lian?" "How can you be so sure that I don't like you?" She held the cup tightly, licked the rim, and moistened her lips with the drink. In the past few months, Roland has been avoiding meetings between Selian and Lance, and trying to spend time with them separately as much as possible. They probably all knew what Roland was thinking. Lance leaned back, holding the cup in his left hand, his right hand on the seat, and squinting his eyes. "What are you going to do if there is another person who really likes you?" "......" Roland thought for a moment, "I have to consider whether I like him or not, right?"
"What if you like it?" Lance asked. "She'll probably want all of them." The blond young man raised his glass. "Then go ask Se Lian for permission. If she wants to leave, I won't allow it." "What a scumbag, he would actually do such a thing." Lance suddenly laughed, his laughter was crisp. She looked at the ceiling of the magic academy, "I thought you were so affectionate to Ceremony." "What do you mean by scumbag? Didn't you assume that I like other people?" Roland said helplessly, "Besides, I am very affectionate, but I want them all." "Is it?" Lance drank the drink in the cup and said, "I will be returning to the royal city soon." "Oh?" Roland raised his eyebrows. "My stupid sister messed up everything. I have to go back and settle the matter regarding the ancient dragon faith." Lance sighed slightly. "Are you really leaving?" He turned around and supported her weight with his shoulders. "Well, won't you try to keep me here for a while?" Lance stretched and returned the cup to him. "I..." Roland's expression was a little uncertain, and he stared at the corner in a daze. It seems like it doesn't make sense to try to keep him or not. She smiled, put her arms around Luo Yilan's shoulders, and pressed her forehead against his. She could feel his breathing, hear his heartbeat, and feel his warmth through her skin. From the angle of her eyes, looking slightly downwards, you can see her beautiful cheeks, slender neck, and delicate collarbone. She is very pretty. Especially the long silver hair, which does not have any of the temperament that Gu Long should have, but instead looks like mild and sweet milk tea. Before Roland traveled through time, he had no feelings for For and Lance; they were just two enemies. The game has little plot and is not torturous enough. When he went to fight the two ancient dragons, there were too many ways to deal with the dragons. But things are different after traveling through time. Roland personally fought in the Ancient Dragon War, and both men competed with Roland, but neither was as good as him. After the war, For and Lance stayed in the royal city. They had a good relationship and could be said to be Roland's rare friends. As if sensing Roland's embarrassment, Lance held his hand, moved his forehead slightly away, separated from him, and laughed. "Don't think about it, just go back for a while." "Is it." Seeing Roland suddenly relax, Lance laughed even louder. The smile on his face was a little exaggerated, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes. It’s not like there’s no chance.
Since I have a chance, Furl should have a chance too. She smiled, "You don't really think I won't come back?" "That's what I thought." Roland moved back. "So you really just went back to deal with things?" "Yes." She nodded. "They are just trivial matters. It's just that Ful has a hard time dealing with interpersonal relationships. She needs me to go back and help her." "That's right." "But, come to think of it, you haven't told Se Lian yet that you are Godwin?" She glanced sideways. "After saying that, she accepted the reality very calmly and felt that it was meaningless." Roland laughed, “She is like this, she doesn’t care about other things, she only wants to see the essence. In her eyes, I am who I am, and my identity has nothing to do with it at all." "That's great." She let go of his hand, straightened her body, and looked at the end of the corridor. "Godwin." "Ok?" "It's okay, I just want to call you." She sat down again, "I always feel like you want to do something, but you've been hiding it from me." "Didn't I ask you this before?" Roland kept looking elsewhere, not daring to meet Lance's gaze for too long. "So? What exactly do you need help with? Just me? Or me and my sister? Or the ancient dragon?" Given the identities of the two people, they had to be more restrictive when asking for help. Lance crossed his legs, "If it was just my sister and I, we could certainly help you, but if it was an ancient dragon, it would be a bit difficult." "Then I also have a question. Is the ancient dragon my ally, or the ally of the Golden Tree, or the ally of King Elden?" Roland's question also made his attitude clear, which was Gu Long's position. They all understood each other tacitly. This is not a good question. Lance Shanks put away his smile and his expression gradually became serious. "Do you know what you're asking?" "Of course." Roland said calmly. "If I spread this matter, I'm afraid it will cause turmoil within the Golden Tree." Lance seemed to be threatening, but also seemed to be worried. "You won't." He was sure of it, even more sure than Lance himself. "What's the answer?" "Full and I will always be your allies." Lance stood up. "No more chatting. I have to go back."
"be careful." "Fool, who can threaten the ancient dragon? I'm afraid only your enemies can cause harm to the ancient dragon." Lance slowly walked towards the room with the portal and waved his hand, leaving only his back. She knows everything. But she said nothing, just being his ally and helping him when the time comes. With fingers in pockets and a white shirt and long pants, it is indeed very convenient to move around.