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With the help of Mr. Housekeeper, Hernandez went back to the old residence, but within a year, the place has been in great decline, thick dust is everywhere, and many belongings have disappeared.

Hernandez went around several living rooms, study room, living room, and kitchen. He fondly touched the large desk, which was his father's favorite place to stay, and the kitchen was his mother's territory. Neither can be easily entered.A favorite of his and his two older brothers is the living room, which is large and sunny enough to pass the time.

But the old days had passed, though they were still vivid in Hernandez's memory.

"One day, will I completely forget them too?" Hernandez asked.

"Probably not, but it will fade and become more and more blurred. When you think those memories are gone, they will creep up again at some point."

"That sounds good, at least I can always remember Mountbatten. In this place, a family lived happily ever after,"

Hernandez said softly, "I feel a little bit of eternal sadness now, but it doesn't feel bad."

There is a little-known secret room in the manor that has not been discovered. There are some cash and jewelry, as well as portraits of his family and some souvenirs. Hernandez took these things and left completely. own home.

"From now on, the place where you are is my home." Hernandez said to Mr. Butler.

They crossed the wasteland and came to Keyi.

This city has completely changed its appearance. The originally bustling and open city has become deserted. Even the great magic tower has been knocked down, and magic has become a lofty thing again, even more arrogant.

"I still like the way it was," Hernandez said. "It's more alive and interesting."

Mr. Steward also looked at the city with emotion: "The original city lord had some interesting ideas, but unfortunately the timing is too wrong."

The army from the royal capital has already withdrawn, and it is said that the rebellion in various places has been quelled, and the empire has temporarily returned to the old world order. After a few good years, perhaps those empty cities will be filled again, full of Fields of weeds will regrow rice.

They walked on the street for a while, but they could no longer find that fresh and sprouting breath, and the city became lifeless, just like other places.

"Let me take you to the south. Someone told me that a new order is being born there. You will find it interesting." Mr. Steward suggested.

Hernandez happily agreed.

They boarded in a small hotel at night, and the environment here was a bit worse than the City Lord's Mansion. Unfortunately, they have lost their qualifications to live in the City Lord's Mansion.

Unexpectedly, when they were about to rest, they ushered in a visitor, Luo.

Luo obviously lost a lot of weight, and his expression was a little haggard and gloomy, but he still smiled reluctantly when he saw Hernandez.

He looked at Hernandez strangely: "I just heard about your funeral, and then I saw you standing in front of me alive again. This experience is really amazing."

"Mr. Steward took me away, and something happened." Hernandez explained.

"It seems that your housekeeper noticed something was wrong in time." Luo looked a little lonely, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect the matter of Fermont to involve you."

Hernandez was puzzled: "No, I left for other reasons. What's wrong with Mr. Fermont? Didn't you go to the south?"

Luo glanced at Mr. Steward before explaining: "Fermon was involved in the affairs of Lord Gottmoon. When we were halfway, Femon suddenly sent me away, and then he disappeared. I inquired for a long time before I found out that he was probably in Science Arts.”

The contradiction between Science and Technology and the capital has been going on for a long time. As one of the few local nobles, Lord Gottmoen almost controls the army, finances and taxes in the entire northern region. He is also the noble who most clearly opposes His Majesty's new policies.

He supported the archmage Haisey, who was regarded as rebellious in the capital, and vigorously promoted the militarization and civilianization of magic. If he was given enough time, the north would definitely become a powerful force that cannot be ignored. Unfortunately, the king and The church wisely sensed this trend. They used the crime of colluding with foreigners to concentrate the power of the entire kingdom to destroy Gottmoen and his forces, even at the expense of the interests of other regions.Mr. Fermont was also the fish in the pond this time.

"Fermon did sell magic props to other tribes, but they were all civilian products and did not involve military use," Luo said, "I also quarreled with him because of this, and he was unwilling to talk to me at the time, but now Thinking about it, there is probably the shadow of the city lord behind this."

"I beg you, respected observer," Luo suddenly turned to Mr. Steward, "I beg you to save Fei Meng. For the sake of our friendship, I beg you to save his life."

Mr. Steward was silent for a while: "You know, we are not very willing to interfere in ordinary people's affairs, especially when it involves politics."

Luo was in tears: "I just want him to live, we can go to the south, even go back to my country, and never appear in the kingdom again."

Mr. Butler looked at Hernandez: "What do you think?"

Sirnandez looked at Mr. Steward trustingly: "If it won't cause you more trouble, I really hope you save him, but if it puts you in danger, I'd rather say sorry to Luo and Mr. Fermont."

"If you just take him away, it won't be a problem." Mr. Butler replied.

Two days later, Luo drove away the emaciated and weak Fermont quietly in a carriage. He said that they would go to the south first, where there was still a small amount of untouched property in Fermont, and then they would consider going to a more Gordon to the south or back east.

"Thank you," Luo said to Hernandez, "I know it's because of you that Fermont was able to get away. Your butler is actually a noble person. I believe you have already noticed that I... I am not suitable It’s too much to say, but I still wish you happiness forever.”

"Thank you," Hernandez smiled. He blinked and couldn't help asking: "Before, was my mind so obvious that you all could see it?"

Luo smiled.

"Okay," Hernandez shrugged helplessly, "it's a bit embarrassing to talk about."

The two friends bid farewell, and they don't know if there will be a day when they will meet again.

Hernandez and Mr. Steward are also leaving. They are going to a country further south than Gordon. It is said that a new queen has been established on the island there, which is very lively and interesting.

Before leaving, Hiernandez saw a small businessman secretly hiding a magic spark, and then left Science Art with trepidation.

"The fire has been lit, and sooner or later there will be the next Gottmoon or Haysie, and a new era will always start, sooner or later," Mr. Steward told Hernandez, "and we can always see that day , although bloodshed and death are indispensable.”

"Is that why you are called Observers?" Hernandez asked.

"No, it should be us," Mr. Butler corrected him with a smile, "This is our greatest joy, watching those new fires being ignited, although there are twists and turns, and it may even be extinguished for a short time, but it will always start a prairie fire day, and grow old, and be replaced by a new fire."

"It sounds beautiful and brutal."

"This is the charm of time, are you ready?"

Hernandez nodded without hesitation: "As long as it's with you."