After entering a new stage, time seems to have lost its meaning. It wasn't until Luke suddenly discovered that there were many new faces he didn't recognize in the mansion that he felt like he was in another world. He called the butler Charles to inquire. "Why did you change people recently?" "The servants hired in the mansion are hired for a period of thirty years, and they retire when the year is over." "Oh, thirty years." Unlike the masters who are pampered and pampered, thirty years is the maximum time that servants can work. Any long-term work beyond that is torture. That kind of work will only exist in the sweatshops at the bottom, not in the homes of nobles. Luke waved Charles away. When he first came, it was the third year of the new batch of servants. Now that thirty years have expired, he is also twenty-seven years old. Six years have passed since the wedding day, and because there have been no major incidents during this period, Luke feels as if time has stood still. He looked at the mirror. The person inside seemed to be in his twenties. He had fair skin, a lean figure, and handsome facial features. Except for the change of clothes into close-fitting silk clothes, nothing had changed. It was impossible to tell that he was nearly thirty years old. people. In recent years, he has gradually reduced his physical exercise, focused on magic research, and achieved good results.
After completing the extremely difficult magic of flying magic, it became easier to create some magic that was not too difficult. Even without Fulian's help, he successfully improved the basic attack magic and basic defense magic. Naturally, this cannot be compared with the improvements made by Guval, the corrupt sage of the great demon clan, who will dedicate all his efforts in the future. He only increased the magic density and rate of fire on the premise of basic magic. Coupled with the "aiming magic" he later developed, he can lock the enemy's vital points. Unless the attack magic is destroyed, there is no way to escape. I don't know if it was influenced by his thought that "improving magic is the right way". A group of researchers focusing on improving magic began to emerge among the people to optimize existing magic. Although it was only the initial stage, it was still a good start. Under the guidance of the Magic Association, Luke was hailed as the "Father of Modern Magic" and given the title of lifelong honorary mentor. When the city lord of Barum heard the news, he personally awarded him the title of "Viscount" and gave him a piece of territory in the villages around Barum. Luke didn't object to the wealth that had come from nowhere, and he casually asked Traila to find two trustworthy subordinates to take over the territory. In the past six years, reports of successive victories for the brave squad and the army have continued to come. The large army has been approaching the Demon King City of Ode. As more and more lost land is conquered, the people cheer and feel that good times are coming. Business also began to prosper, people lived and worked in peace and contentment, there was a baby boom, and the population almost doubled. But Lu Ke always felt that something was not right. The demons are too settled. It is normal to lose more than they win, but losing everything feels strange no matter how you think about it. But this is the fact. Nowadays, defensive barriers have been set up on the lost lands that have been recovered. Even if the demons pretend to be defeated, it will be very difficult to take them back. "Pretending to show weakness, or is there something else that makes them afraid?" While Luke was thinking, a clear and soft female voice stole his attention. "Why do you look so pretty in front of the mirror?" He looked up and saw Terela, wearing a black gauze skirt, walking towards him. The twenty-five-year-old Terela's appearance has not changed much. Her beautiful face is more rosy and shiny than before, and her figure has become a little more mature and slimmer, showing a charm that is different from that of a girl. But at this moment, there was some visible melancholy on her face. "nothing."
Luke left the mirror, took her a few steps forward and exited, "Has the monk invited for Ms. Luo Yin arrived?" "Already treated." At this point, Terela's expression turned gloomy and she hesitated to speak, but finally spoke out. "The situation is not good. Ms. Luo Yin's illness did not come suddenly. Older people will have these problems. The monk said... it may have been in the past two days." Luke pursed his lips and frowned. Ms. Luo Yin is fifty-three years old this year. She is not considered to have a long life among aristocratic ladies at this age, but she does age faster than others. Especially after Amir left home to join the army. Except when Luke looked at her, she could only smile and cheer up after receiving Amir's letter. This was only temporary. "Have you contacted Amir?" Luke asked next. As the northern countries were gradually recovered, the exchange of letters became much smoother, and it was no longer the same thing as before. "No, he seems to have been promoted to captain. He keeps secrets very strictly and his whereabouts are unpredictable." Terela sighed, looking a little sad. Hearing this, Luke's frown deepened. Amir's letters were interrupted four years ago, and the content of the letters stayed in the northern plateau area. However, he informed in the letter that he had been promoted and that the exchange of letters might be more stringent in the future. However, he did not expect that no news would come after that. Considering the successive defeats of the demon clan, the possibility of death is very small, but being unable to contact him is really a big problem. "I'll go see her." Luke walked to Ms. Luo Yin's room and felt dazed for a moment while looking at the familiar furnishings. The past memories came to mind bit by bit. Ms. Luo Yin has always had respiratory problems. When she was a child, in order to practice her magic, Lenis would let him run to Ms. Luo Yin's room to perform ventilation and dust removal magic. It was also in this room that Ms. Luo Yin asked him not to let Amir leave home easily. As he grew older and bought a magic device for ventilation and dust removal, he no longer ran here every day like he did when he was a child. At this time, Ms. Luo Yin was lying flat on the bed, her skinny cheeks were like apples that had lost moisture. Her breathing was weak and she looked particularly haggard. Her eyes were shaking uneasily, as if she had dreamed of something bad. Luke silently handed over his hand and was immediately caught. She seemed to feel the abundant life and pulse coming from her hands, and the uneasy look on Ms. Luo Yin's face eased a little. Time passed slowly like this, the sun outside was no longer dazzling, and night fell quietly. Only then did she open her eyes and see the figure beside the bed. "Is that you? Roger." Her sleepy murmurs echoed in the darkness. "It's me."
Luke replied in a low voice. "No, no, Rogge is no longer here, you are Amir." "It's me." The same answer came again, and Ms. Luo Yin also denied it for the second time. "Amir isn't here, it's Luke." "It's me." Ms. Luo Yin let out a dull, breathy laugh, "Light the lamp, Luke, I'm already awake." Luke flicked his index finger casually, and the candle was lit by a small wisp of magic flame. The dim light reflected the faces of the two people. The person in front of the bed was young, handsome, and as tall as a cypress. The person in the bed was old, thin, and curled up into a ball. The two people are in the same scene in space, but they are completely different in time. "How long have I been asleep?" Ms. Luo Yin asked after being stunned for a while. "About five or six hours." "As people get older, they sleep less and less." Ms. Luo Yin glanced at Luke steadily, "You are still the same as before." "The appearance of the elf will be fixed at its peak period, I told you." Luke replied gently. "Yes, you told me, Lenise told me too." The corner of Ms. Luo Yin's mouth twitched, she gasped a few times and patted Luke's hand hastily. Luke understood and moved the trash can on the ground to him. She covered her face with her hands, coughed twice, coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm, gasped a few times, and then lay back down tiredly. "Lenis has probably not changed much, but I have become an old woman." "How come, you are still as beautiful and elegant as before." "It will make me happy." Ms. Luo Yin smiled, suddenly trembled, lowered her head and tightened Luke's hand. "Luke, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you." Luke shook his head calmly, "I don't understand what you mean?" "I like you very much, and I do love you very much." Ms. Luo Yin's breathing was a little heavier, showing a confused expression, as frightened as a child who made a mistake. "But actually...I have always used you as Amir's replacement." "I asked the servants to call you Master, watch you train, give you a staff, and arrange your wedding. Not only because I like you, but also because I see the shadow of Amir in you." "I know." Luke gently stroked Ms. Luo Yin's thin cheek, "I always know what you are thinking."
Luo Yin seemed to be frustrated and collapsed on the bed, making a weak voice, "No wonder, no wonder you don't want to be my adopted son and add the last name of Campbell." "It's not because of this, it's just that the name Luke has other meanings to me. If you just want to be my mother, you can do it now." Lu Ke trimmed her hair and smiled slightly, "Would you rather hear a common title between aristocratic mothers and children like 'mother', or a more civilian title like 'mom'?" Ms. Luo Yin grinned and shook her head, "I really want to hear it, but I don't have the nerve to let you scream again." "You, can you forgive me?" "You are very kind to me and more responsible than Lenis. You have never done anything wrong. I have no need to forgive you." Luke sighed, "But if you want to hear it, I'll tell you." "I forgive you." Along with a breath of relief, the Campbell family's spine collapsed little by little. … When the morning sun shone into the inner room, Luke opened the cold, stiff hands that were holding his own. The death of a mother-like character didn't make him feel real. He didn't seem particularly sad or wanted to cry, but he was just a little melancholy that he couldn't get rid of. Luke pushed the door open and went out. Terela, who was waiting outside, looked at him a little worriedly. "How is Ms. Luo Yin?" Luke shook his head and went straight downstairs, hearing Terela's sobbing behind him. The servants on the road greeted him as usual, and he nodded in return as usual. This feeling is a bit like dreaming, vague and unreal, with dull senses and unclear consciousness. Walking out of the gate of the mansion, he heard cheers everywhere and people running around telling each other that something great had happened. "What happened?" Luke grabbed a person and asked him. The man's face immediately became respectful when he saw Lu Ke, and he nodded and bowed to him, "Master Lu Ke, you haven't read today's newspapers yet." "What's the big news?" Luke asked numbly. The man stuffed a newspaper into his hands, his tone was excited and his face was excited. "The brave team and the army have already reached the front of the Demon King's Castle!" "Erd will be conquered soon!" "Humanity will win!"