The humiliating defeat of the demons has become the biggest topic among adventurers in the central countries recently. One of the most prestigious brave teams, Feis, who is known as the "Sword Hero", said frankly that with the breakthrough in magic research, it would be easy for the human side to win the victory at the current level of the demons. This is indeed the case. With the city fortress of the Bakru Canyon, Val, as the dividing line, countless brave teams and armies of various countries marched forward, passing through the Xuevia Mountains, passing through the Sword Country, Apertido, Alte Forest, Lant, Bond and other places, and approaching the demon base camp. The monsters and monsters along the way were wiped out with the concerted efforts of everyone. The lost land of the northern countries is gradually being recovered. The morale of the human side has soared, and they are cheering with great momentum, and there is a trend of directly challenging the Demon King City Erde. "The Sword Hero has entered the northern trading city of Tiyua" "The strongest warrior of mankind, Basaka, kills the monster general" "The devout monk Abu, blessed by the goddess, recaptures Faber Village" ... Looking at a series of exciting headlines in the Barum City Daily, Luke couldn't help but frown.
Although they were all good news, he didn't see any famous demons being killed in this series of good news. Needless to say, the most powerful demon king, the two right-hand men of the corrupt sage Guval and the all-knowing Shulahat, also had no news, and the most famous Seven Collapse Sages and several demons also disappeared. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal, and there is definitely something wrong. "What's wrong?" A female voice sounded, and Trela, rubbing her sleepy eyes, approached Luke in front of the desk and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Nothing." Luke quickly put away the newspaper and looked at Trela, who had been promoted from a lover to a wife. "Why don't you sleep a little longer? I just took a break." After a day of wedding, he was very tired, but probably because the half-century meteor shower and the flower field were too effective, Trela pestered him and made trouble in the middle of the night after the ceremony, doing many things that she didn't dare to do before because of shyness, and the battle ended at dawn. "Who told you to get up so early? I was woken up when you got up." Trela complained vaguely, her voice sounded a little hoarse. "I will wait until you wake up before getting up." Hearing something wrong, Luke's palm emitted a faint white light and approached her throat for a simple treatment. There is also healing magic in magic, but the effect is quite limited. Major injuries need to drink the doctor's potion or find a monk who believes in the goddess for treatment. Monks are equivalent to the clergy of this world, responsible for treatment and clearing negative states, and they will also have resistance to curses under the protection of the goddess. Trela touched her throat, which had become more comfortable. "Should we go visit Ms. Royne?" "No, she doesn't care about this, you can sleep peacefully." After coaxing her back to sleep, Luke returned to the study room and saw Fulilian sitting inside with a thoughtful look. "Your face doesn't look right." Luke noticed that Fulilian was different. She changed her usual laziness and indifference, and her face was a little confused.
"Luke, do you know who your biological father is?" This question caught Luke off guard. "I don't know. Lannis didn't mention it to me." "You didn't ask?" Luke was silent for a moment before answering: "I thought elves were emotionally indifferent. She probably met a male elf, lived together for a while, and gave birth to me after they separated." "Elves are indeed emotionally indifferent and have low desires, but since they can give birth to children, they shouldn't be separated easily." After a moment of silence, Fulilian seemed to give up thinking and returned to her usual unmotivated look. "Forget it, it's okay, let's start studying, or give you a honeymoon holiday?" "I'll discuss it with Trela later. Now I'm more curious about why you suddenly left yesterday and now ask me about my biological father." Luke stared at Fulilian, "At that time, I vaguely sensed the presence of magic not far away, but it was inconvenient to leave during the special period. Did you meet someone or something?" Flilian was silent for a moment and shook her head, "It's not a big deal. Let's talk about it after I investigate it clearly." "..." After a moment of silence, Luke gave up asking and changed the topic to make sure Fulilian didn't plan to say anything more. "Recently, the demons seem to be in a state of decline and are losing ground. The human army and heroes are full of momentum." Flillian replied calmly: "It is meaningless to kill as many ordinary demons as possible. The big demons like the Seven Collapse Sages are the key to peace." "Have you heard of the all-knowing Shulahat? He is the deputy of the Demon King. It is said that his eyes can see through the past and the future and understand everything that may happen. With his arrangements, the demons cannot be defeated easily." It sounds like the Doctor Strange in another world. Luke nodded solemnly. He has only watched the original anime. Now more than 20 years have passed, and he has forgotten a lot of details. He is not clear about many small details, so he has also collected intelligence in this regard. "Do you also think that the demons' current concession may be preparing for a big move?" "It's not possible, it's inevitable." At this point, Fulillian's expression became serious, and she warned sternly: "Although your current strength is very good, you must escape when you encounter big demons like the Seven Collapse Sages. They are not at the same level as other demons." She had met the strongest of the Seven Collapse Sages a few hundred years ago, the Golden Mahat, a great demon who could turn everything into everlasting gold. Just a glance, and one of Fulilian's arms turned into gold, and it took her a hundred years to restore her arm. And the other party was obviously just doing it casually, without any effort at all, and probably didn't even know her name. The elves who have lived for nearly a thousand years, the last great magicians are in such a situation, not to mention others. The magic mastered by each of the Seven Collapse Sages is a miraculous skill, and the other great demons are also not to be underestimated. They are more powerful than the Seven Collapse Sages, but there are also many great demons who master magic that is not so unsolvable. "I understand." Luke nodded. He didn't think that the demons were harmless because they won the battle, but flying magic was indeed a great help to the human side. Many newspapers put the reason for their success on flying magic. In addition, magicians in the army do not need to buy magic books and can learn for free. Their generous behavior makes people admire them. Multiple factors have led to Luke's reputation rising, and some cities even plan to build a bronze statue for him.
Some unknown heroes are not convinced. After all, they are the ones who go to the battlefield to fight against the demons. As a result, except for a few famous heroes such as "Sword Hero" and "Strongest Warrior", their reputation is taken away by the magicians in the inland. However, those people are only a minority. Most heroes also appreciate Luke. After all, there are usually magicians in the brave team. As long as they cooperate with the military once or twice, they can get flying magic for free and enhance the strength of the team. ... After finishing the study, Luke returned to the room with thoughts about the movements of the demons. Trela has already gotten up and is doing housework, but the spoiled noble lady is obviously not proficient in this. Seeing her struggling with the quilt, Luke waited for a moment, and when he was sure that if she continued to dawdle like this, she would not be able to eat in time, he went over to take over and folded the quilt in a few seconds. "Let me do these things, you just stay here." "No, I'm already a wife, how can I just be a vase." Trela muttered the word "wife" with a little complacency, and then puffed up her cheeks when she thought of her performance, with a flame of struggle burning in her eyes, looking at the quilt as if she was looking at a demon. In theory, a noble lady should learn to manage the house and socialize like Ms. Luo Yin after marrying, but Luke is not a noble with an industrial base, and he doesn't have any interpersonal relationships. Compared with a noble, he is more like a civilian who has no worries about food and clothing and lives alone. This resulted in the fact that what Trela had learned since childhood was completely useless, although she had not learned those things very well. She did not feel inferior about this. She was as dignified and elegant as other noble ladies, and it was unlikely that she could catch the elf. Since the role of a noble wife could not be played, she was determined to be a commoner wife, taking care of her husband's daily life and making itinerary arrangements for him. "I may not do well now, but I will definitely open your eyes later!" Trela was full of confidence. So at noon, Luke did not wait for the meal prepared by the familiar chef Bal, but instead had a loving lunch from his wife. A pot of charcoal-like grilled meat, a plate of scrambled eggs mixed with egg shells, and a cup of soup that seemed to have a luster that did not belong to this world. Ms. Luo Yin introduced with sympathy in her eyes: "This is what Trela cooked for you personally, and it took a long time." The meaning is very clear, knowing that it is not easy for you, but you must eat it. Trela waved her hand modestly, "inadvertently" revealing her hand wrapped in gauze with one or two blisters on it, "It's nothing, it's what I should do, after all, I'm Luke's wife." Faced with the double pressure of the eyes of an elder whose status was close to his mother and his wife who had just got married on the first day, Luke gritted his teeth and stuffed the carbon into his mouth. "How is it?" Repressing the churning in his stomach, Luke replied tactfully: "The taste is extraordinary, there is huge room for improvement, and it feels wonderful." Trela nodded contentedly, "I heard that Chef Bal said that the dishes you like to eat are very unique, and they are different from the food styles here, so I specially asked him to teach me how to cook them." At the end, she added, "If you like, I will cook them for you every day." Luke's face turned pale: "Then you are too hard." "It's not hard, this is what I should do as a wife!" Luke was silent for a while, he might need to design a magic that can make him lose his sense of taste.