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[ prompt: you have returned to ‘the deer hunting terrace of the past’. The ti in the main material realm has passed by 16 seconds. ]
[ killing order: do you wish to draw? ]
On a mountain path.
A cool breeze washed over the shallow stream.
The fawn was nowhere to be seen.
Roger stared ahead in a daze.
He was not in a hurry to draw the [ Dao master’s big gift bag ].
Instead, she sat there and quietly thought about the bits and pieces of her last life.
He reminisced about the past 30 years.
The past was as vast as the clouds and smoke.
The voice and smile of the person he missed seed to still be in front of his eyes.
It was a wonderful feeling.
Roger closed his eyes.
He slowly digested it.
In the last life of the legacy of ti.
It was rare that he did not take the initiative to obtain more benefits.
Instead, he chose to live an ordinary daily life.
One of the reasons was that ‘Sir bluewell’ had encountered the psychic ‘age of chaos’!
After Mystra’s birth.
The spiritual world collapsed.
Psychic spells began to fall into an unprecedented decline.
The monsters that were once widely active in the spirit world beca history overnight.
The abilities of the spiritualists were also disappearing.
Roger also couldn’t escape this calamity.
Fortunately, he had converted the Swordmaster’s corpse into a slaughter status in the shortest ti possible and stored it on the ” main world panel.
Only then would it not be a waste.
After the accumulation of slaughter level.
His psychic Arts were also completely useless.
The world where yuanwang town was located had officially entered an era of war and chaos.
Most of the extraordinaries who had lost their psychic powers had no one to rely on.
Due to his usual style.
They often ended up in a miserable state.
Emily and Victor were also greatly affected.
But Roger was different.
Although he had also beco a mortal.
But he still had his wealth!
And his father was a noble with a title and an Army!
He had returned ho at the beginning of the chaotic world and inherited a small part of the family business.
After building a good relationship with his dear elder brother, and after so business managent, he had finally found a way to deal with it.
He had successfully opened up a piece of land in the ” deer mountains “, a barren land.
He had built his own Castle, territory, and Manor here.
Many people who wanted to escape from the chaos of weapons ca to seek refuge.
As a result, the population of the territory gradually flourished.
In the process.
There was no lack of other forces that ca to probe.
But they were all countered by Roger’s brilliant moves.
In addition, this piece of land was really too remote.
Those who were interested in getting a bigger share of the new order gave up after hitting a wall a few tis.
Just like this.
Roger slowly lived a life that was close to seclusion.
He had inherited the character of bluewell.
His main work was history research, and he had made quite high achievents in this area.
With all this work.
Roger’s knowledge of history had successfully broken through to 600 points.
But at this ti …
Historical knowledge was no longer useful to him.
After all, the clue hidden in the “dust of History “-the” fragnt of the last Robin token “-had already been obtained in advance.
Even so.
He was still tirelessly researching in this area.
Just like a real scholar.
As for why …
He couldn’t explain it either.
Maybe it was just a sudden impulse.
She wanted to change her way of life.
He just didn’t expect .
Thirty years had passed.
During this period of ti.
The war gradually ca to an end.
The power of Aether was on the rise.
The Magi who walked in the wild silently stepped onto the stage of history.
All kinds of strange things were spreading in the streets.
Regarding this …
Roger had been tempted.
But for so reason …
Every ti he wanted to make up his mind to search for the new power of Aether …
He would feel a strong sense of fatigue in his heart.
It was as if he was a traveler who had just experienced a long journey.
His heart yearned for peace.
And this fatigue would only be relieved when he saw little Mystra, who was growing extrely slowly.
Roger was suspicious.
This was so kind of self-protection chanism that young heavenly deities had.
It triggered Roger’s fatherly love.
This made it impossible for him to leave her behind to do other things.
Roger resisted a few tis.
In the end.
In front of young Mistra’s cute and innocent smile .
He was defeated.
Roger swore.
This was the first ti in his life that he had lost to a woman.
In order to satisfy her excessive fatherly love.
He brought Emily and her daughter, who had lost their source of inco, to his Castle.
He might as well raise Mystra like a daughter.
The most satisfying part about raising a heavenly God was .
Her growth rate was too slow.
It perfectly t Roger’s needs.
They were not like human children.
In a short ten years, he had gone from babbling to rebellious and detached.
Then, he assimilated into the secular world and beca an uncute adult.
Everyone knew.
No matter what kind of creature it was.
They were all the cutest in their childhood.
The childhood of a heavenly deity was extrely long.
This gave Roger enough ti to exert his fatherly love.
Every ti he saw little Mistral s adoring eyes, he would be stunned.
Roger felt that it was all worth it.
That kind of feeling.
This was even better than killing an undying fighter!
Hence, apart from his normal work, he had to work.
He was most passionate about running around the castle with his daughter.
Or he would tell her stories in the study.
He didn’t know if it was a common problem with heavenly gods.
Little Mistra always acted stupid in front of Roger.
She had clearly heard many of the fairy tales over a hundred tis.
But she still kept pestering Roger..
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