Law of the Devil

(Today's Update, Two in One Chapter, 8,000 Words)

Chapter 141 [Heart as Abyss]

The legendary Magician Gandhoff's disciple, the youngest Bachelor of Magic in the Roland Continental Magic Union, the eldest son of the Reichstag, and the legal heir of the Roland family of Wuhun (although cold, at least by now the Count has not officially announced the abolition of him) - on top of this string of titles, which is already glorious, is now time to add a more awe-inspiring halo: the first member of the Reichstag Magic Academy. And from the standpoint of location, it's still the most important!

If not surprisingly, although he does not have any direct authority as a commissioner, his words can almost serve as a hammer in the Committee if there is a conflict of opinion between the official and magical union of the Empire, or if there are any official order letters or anything like that, from Dewey's point of view.

One vote for sure, or one veto!

Once established, the Magic Academy will completely change the thousands of years of traditions in which magician power is monopolized by magic unions on the continent, promote the magic culture and increase the number of the entire community of magicians (although the improvement in quality is still a question), but that alone is enough to push the young Master Dewey to a position at the tip of the wind.

“I just want to know why you're telling me this now.” Dewey looks at the silent father: “I know you were going to wait until after the Summer Festival before telling me that, right? Oh, no, no, let me guess, maybe you didn't want to tell me personally that such a big news, I'm afraid, would be announced publicly by His Majesty the Emperor himself at the Summer Festival Ceremony. Am I right? My lord father! ”

“Exactly.” Count Raymond nodded and looked deeply at his son, who saw the slightest indifference in his eyes. This indifference, in fact, was noticed in the eyes of the son when he returned from the triumph of the year. This time the son returned from the Rolling Plains to Emperor, this indifference has been carefully hidden in the depth of his eyes, and at this moment, it is finally revealed again!

Count Raymond sighed: "I will not answer your question, my son, before we have to have a good and honest conversation! Truly honest! ”

“as you wish.” Dewey shrugged her shoulders and smiled with a threefold smile.

Count Raymond appropriately “ignored” the derision in Dewey's tone, and he looked down at Dewey, and then suddenly a cold sentence appeared: "You are my son, and this is a fact that cannot be changed, and no one can change: you, a member of the Rollin family! ”

“… yes.” Dewey was silent for a while and nodded.

“The establishment of the School of Magic involves the attribution of such a huge amount of power in the future, such a big thing, you need to understand that now not only are you pushed to the tip of the wind, but you are also in an embarrassing state, as well as the entire Rollin family, and myself!” Count Raymond's tone is very serious: “Yes, as His Majesty the Emperor himself, or as Lord President of the Magic Union, you have been recognized as the most appropriate person to cushion the contradictions between the two sides, because you seem to represent the common interests of both parties and to be the most appropriate intermediary for your magician identity and that of your noble son. No smart politician would try to exacerbate the contradiction because it would be too dangerous to insure huge losses and upside down until they were sure enough! And now, His Majesty the Emperor and the President of the Magic Trade Union, both have this idea in mind. In this case, we all need a human being like you, and you can moderate your contradictions appropriately and create a delicate balance in the conflict, so that your position will not shake in the short term. It's a good thing for you. But..."

Dewey was smart, and he immediately understood what his father meant. Without waiting for Count Raymond to finish, he had sighed: "But for the Rollins, it was a bad thing, you mean? ”

“Exactly!” Count Raymond is gloomy: “Because of your presence, you have dragged your family to an extremely dangerous point! ”

Duvi silently.

“You are my son, and no matter what, you represent the Rollins! Now you should remember, the day you came back, right here, in this room, what did I say to you? ”

Upon hearing his father's question, Dewey replied without hesitation: "I remember, here you were, saying to me, 'Starting today, you are back in Didu, and every move you make represents the Rollins'. I remember that day when you were a little kind to me, something I had never enjoyed in my 14 years of life. ”

At the end of the day, Dewey deeply looked at his father, his eyes were not sharp, but Count Raymond couldn't help but slip past his face, as if he had avoided his son's eyes.

After a moment of silence, the Count sighed: “That's exactly why! The Rollins are loyal to the royal family. In any event, the Rollins are the Wuhun family that guards the Roland royal family. The glory of our family, all the power, the very foundation of the entire family, rests firmly on the thorny flag of the Roland Empire! And now, in our family, there is such a marginal figure of yours… Indeed, your presence is recognized by His Majesty the Emperor and the President of the Magic Union. But this recognition is helpless and has to be done! So you were acquiesced. But... in this case, do you think His Majesty the Emperor will continue to believe me as before? Will you still believe in the Rollins like you used to? ”

Dewey didn't think much about it, and he shook his head quickly.

Answer, obviously no!

The Rollins came out of a guy with a deep "enemy camp” imprint on him, so as Emperor of the Empire, the old man who had just used himself and was very happy, would surely create a slight suspicion or even resentment towards the Rollins.

What do leaders want? What you want is your people's absolute loyalty to you, their absolute unreserved loyalty! Such subordinates are liked by most leaders, and such subordinates will be trusted by most leaders!

But now, the Rollins have come out of themselves, a guy who was helplessly acquiesced to the "double-sided character”, but has caused the emperor to have a slight doubt about the loyalty of the Rollins.

Even if the Emperor had trusted Count Raymond again, now that Count Raymond had raised a son who was "inclined” to rival camp forces, it would have been enough to make the Emperor feel a little disgusted with Count Raymond.

Your own son has become a member of the Magic Union. Do you want to continue to gain unreserved trust from me?

Perhaps that kind of inclusiveness can only be achieved if it is a leader of that great rank. Unfortunately… Augustine VI, the current Emperor of the Empire, does not seem like such a man!

“And you don't know... His Majesty the Emperor, his body hasn't been the same for two years now. Sometimes his sexuality has become very violent and isolated. In recent years, no one has dared to piss him off.” There is a slight apprehension hidden between Count Raymond's eyebrows: “And even more unfortunately, you must have read so many history books, and you should know that every emperor will consciously suppress some of the powerful figures of the military before he dies, on the one hand deterrence, and on the other hand, prevent himself from dying, the weakness of the subordinate lord, the power to overthrow the new emperor, which is a practice of emperor's art, unfortunately, after this has happened, we in the Rollins have been ‘looked at differently’ by His Majesty. Think, by then, who will the emperor choose to suppress a high military minister to demonstrate? ”

"It should be us," replied Dewey. ”

“Yes, and no.” Count Raymond laughs bitterly: “In this situation, to be precise, you will be pulled up and even promoted by His Majesty… and the entire Rollin family will be suppressed in secret. The Emperor dared not piss you off about your Magic Academy, and worried that your double-sided character would fall completely into the Magic Union, so you might get some benefits, but the Rollins would suffer some losses. Political matters, as it turns out. I'm not worried about that. After all, as long as you remain a member of the Magic Academy for a day, the Emperor will not go too far, after all, depending on your face. I'm worried about the long run! ”

Dewey understands that Father's fears are correct.

The image of the Rollin family has always been a central aristocratic house united around the royal family, a trusted Wuhun family of the royal family and one of the pillars of the empire… but all this has been built on an excellent tradition: centuries of loyalty to the royal family.

But now, out of Dewey, a “semi-treater," and still on such a big thing, it's enough to give the Rollins a big discount on their image of absolute loyalty, turning it into a stain.

“Actually, the Emperor doesn't have to do anything else, just wait for the end of the Magic Academy thing... after all, you can't be this thing forever, just wait for you to leave this position, then the Rollins are in real trouble. We don't even need the emperor to deliberately oppress us, as long as the royal heart hates us and no longer trusts us... we lose the trust of the royal family, the fall of the Rollins is not far away!” Count Raymond grins, "that's my biggest concern. ”

Dewey looked at his father and said, "Now that you've figured it out, you must have figured it out, right? ”

“Yes.” Count Raymond looked ugly: “To regain the royal trust… or to gain the emperor's ‘re-' trust, there is only one way to do it, and that's to do it! Let the royal family thank us and trust us again! But now the continent is too peaceful and there is no war. It is impossible for a Wuhun family like ours to make war. Therefore, there is only one way to achieve merit...”

“… standing.” Dewey sighs again.

He understands.

What's the greatest credit for an emperor? What do you like best?

The greatest credit is standing! My favorite prince is the one who supports him as Emperor!

“I have no hope for His Majesty the Emperor, the old man. My greatest hope rests with the Prince, and as long as we succeed in embracing a prince and winning the battle to win the throne, we can win the gratitude and trust of the new emperor! This huge achievement is the guarantee of the future long-term development of the Rollin family!” Count Raymond looked deeply at his son.

Dewey doesn't know this is his first sigh today, but he helplessly looks at his father: “Holding up is indeed the best way to look at it right now, though it's a big bet, but if you win, the gain will be huge too... I just don't know, on which prince did you put the bet on? ”

“First Prince. ”

Hearing his father's answer, Dewey couldn't help but feel a little dark, though he already guessed.

Grand Prince, you must be the one who sent someone to assassinate Prince Chen last night.

But it seems to have gone with Prince Chen again last night.

So it's like you're really “wrong." At this moment, Dewey suddenly had some guilt. Seems like this presence is really causing a lot of trouble to the Rollins.

Without their presence, the Rollins would not have been caught in the middle of this magic school. If it weren't for its own existence, the Rollins wouldn't be in the matter of the new emperor...

Looks like it's a scourge for the Rollins.

It is its own existence that puts the family in this awkward situation.

“Father, in your opinion, is the Grand Prince superior to Prince Chen in the contest for victory? I spent the night with Prince Chen, and I felt that this man...” Count Raymond had interrupted him before he was finished: “Prince Chen is young, smart, talented, admirable, affectionate, chest show, young but already very ambitious! I know all this. But unfortunately, if he was born ten years early, I would have bet on him. Unfortunately... he is so young! ”

Count Raymond shook his head: "The Grand Prince was born to His Majesty in his twenties. He is already fifty years old this year, a year older than I am. Until Prince Chen was born, His Majesty raised him as an heir! Prince Chen has only emerged in recent years, but the great prince is deeply rooted in the empire. He has been carefully arranged for decades. His power and influence in all aspects far exceed that of Prince Chen. Now in the Empire, many important ministers my age are close friends or old acquaintances who grew up with the Grand Prince, and many have even made friends since they were young! And Prince Chen is so young! Even in the Northwest War, more than two decades ago, the Grand Prince had been involved in the preparation of the war and had even personally gone to the front parallax. In the Imperial army, his influence was much deeper than that of Prince Chen. Especially if the Emperor is in close control of the Guards! The efforts of the Grand Prince for almost three decades have not been in vain. Although Prince Chen received court magicians and inner court guards, his overall strength was too low. ”

Dewey stopped talking. Although he greatly appreciated Prince Chen, he believed in his father's view that the empire minister who had spent half his life in politics was certainly a hundred times stronger than his own knowledge of the situation.

Dewey thought for a while, then looked at his father and his eyes were calm: "Father, I think I see what you mean. ”

“Just understand.” Count Raymond sighs: “The day you came back, I told Alpha not to go out... alas, you didn't hear me. Actually, I should have told you this myself, but..." Speaking of which, Count Raymond's eyes were filled with an extremely complex light.

Dewey looked at his father and his eyes were calm, but such calm was more disturbing.

Long ago, Dewey whispered, "Father, can I ask you a question? I hope you can tell me the real answer to this question and I will accept it no matter what the answer is! ”

“… ask.” Count Raymond's voice seems a little bitter.

“On my way to Didu.” Dewey's voice was steady, as if he was talking about something else: “Those who assassinated me...”

Without waiting for Dewey to finish, Count Raymond's eyes flashed with a resolute glimpse: "Don't ask, I sent it. ”

This answer, Dewey had already guessed, but at this moment he was surprised to find that there was no anger and resentment in his heart. Looking at the father in front of him, Lord Count, Dewey suddenly felt that there was only one feeling of emptiness in his heart, even such emptiness, which prevented him from provoking a little resentment!

He didn't even ask "why”.

Hmm... Do you still have to ask?

By the time I got back that day, Lord Count had actually hidden the answers to the instructions.

Count Raymond said, "Because of this robe on you! ”

This robe, Bachelor of Magic's robe! Because you've become a magician! Your arrival will drag the family into a fierce whirlpool! Therefore, in order to avoid the difficult position that is to come, in the interest of the peace of the family, this son can only be sacrificed! Without Dewey, the Rollins wouldn't have to be caught in the middle of a fight between the royal family and the Magic Union!

What can a son be compared to the future of an entire family?

Seeing his eldest son's face calm almost like death, Count Raymond suddenly trembled in his heart... This young man in front of him, this calm looking teenager, is his own son!

Knowing that my father was going to kill him, but he was so calm?

Hate? Or, hated to the extreme, already numb?

“Dewey.” Count Raymond suddenly gathered all his strength and said out loud: “There are two things that I did not deceive you about… The first is that I did prevent you from summoning you back to Emperor City, and even drastically delayed, but unfortunately I couldn't resist the pressure from the Royal Family and the Magic Union! The second thing is... I told you that when I banished you to the Rollin Plains, I really wanted to protect you. You were my son, and even though I thought you were mediocre and incompetent, I wanted you to have a safe and prosperous life at home! I'm not lying to you! ”

For a long time, as if a century had passed, Dewey raised her head slowly and looked at her father's face.

At this moment, this martial arts minister who scolded imperial politics for many years, the giant of the imperial military, seems to be really old.

Dewey suddenly laughed, his smile was so calm, and then he looked at his father and said in a calm tone: “Well, Father, let me tell you something too. The day I came back, I told you: I don't hate you. That sentence, now, remains unchanged. I... don't hate you. ”

After that, Dewey bent down deeply and bowed to his father, then turned around and pushed the door ready to leave the study. Just as his foot stepped out of the study door, he suddenly stopped again, and he didn't turn back, but with his back to Count Raymond, his voice floated slowly: “There's one more thing that I think you'll soon know, but it's a good idea to warn you first. Prince Chen... He possesses a magical treasure that seems to summon a powerful magical creature. That's what I learned last night. ”

This slightly changed Count Raymond's complexion!

After all this, Dewey really left and left his father's study without going back.

Leaving the shady courtyard of Count Raymond's study, Dewey felt his chest as if it had been blocked by something. When he breathed, he felt it sinking in his chest. He slowly walked into the Count's house and looked up at the sky.

“This life is so lonely as snow... hey, but unfortunately, it's summer, if you want to see snow, you'll have to freeze the forest. ”

At this moment, Dewey suddenly misses everything in the ice-covered forest!

At least in that place where there are killer warcraft everywhere, it's like the fullest and happiest day I've ever had since I came into the world.

Whether it's the old magician Gandhoff or Hussein, or Dardanelle of the Lester family, or those men of the Snow Wolf Mercenary Regiment who risk their lives all the time... there's a tough workout, an adventurous career there, an icy snow field there, camping in the snow forest, drinking spirits to keep the cold, and running on the beast... at least there, there's a bunch of life and death companions around me that I trust!!

Emperors are prosperous, but they're not my home!

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Perhaps human nature has escaped with a hint. In the moment of silence in Dewey's heart, the purposeless steps came, and when he raised his head, he suddenly discovered that he had come to the inner house of the Count's house unwittingly.

A tall girl dressed in a maid's costume was walking in front of her. She was the maid of the Countess of Mother. When she saw Dewey from afar, she bent down and waited for Dewey to get in front before raising her head and laughing. “Madame is asking me to come to you. I heard you didn't come home last night, but Madame didn't sleep. ”

Dewey smiled and walked in.

The Countess, from a prestigious aristocracy, is said to have received an aristocratic education since childhood when she was young and unmarried, like many young girls from aristocratic families. She has a gift for flowers and paintings. After her marriage, she was very affectionate with the Count. Count Raymond, who drowned his wife, opened a garden exclusively in the house to satisfy his wife's hobby for all kinds of strange flowers on weekdays.

As Dewey walked into the courtyard, she was seeing her mother standing next to a floral stream of flowers. The old Countess was still beautiful. She was standing next to the blooming rose in a light purple robe, but she had already lost some light to the delicate flowers.

Countess is looking quietly at the flowers in front of her, as if she were out of her mind.

Dewey walked over and smiled softly: "Mother, are you looking for flowers? Or do you think about painting in your heart? This summer flower is so gorgeous, why don't you record their beauty on the drawing board and watch it when winter arrives? ”

The Countess looked back at her son with a slight apprehension on her beautiful face: "Dewey, come here. I heard your father called you back... he was very upset last night, didn't he just punish you again? ”

Dewey shook his head, just quietly laughing.

The Countess sighed, walked away gently into the flower bush, came to her son, then gently hugged Dewey's shoulder, softly said: “Your father has been in a bad mood lately... I know that the burden of the family has been on his shoulder for decades, although I rarely ask him, after all, I can hear some wind during the week in Didu, it seems that the family has recently encountered some trouble...”

Saying, the beautiful Countess's eyes fluttered, staring quietly at her son, then lifted her hand gently, as if waving a little dust on Dewey's forehead, frowned: “Where were you last night? Your clothes are all dirty. ”

Of course Dewey wouldn't say he almost died last night in a war with a powerful black magician, just smiling: “Nothing, just messing with friends. ”

“Well, you finally have friends. I'm relieved, too.” The Countess smiled gently and caressed Dewey's face gently. Dewey felt her mother's fingers, warm and delicate. She couldn't help but hear the Countess whispering to herself: “You are my son and my first son. Although some things have been said and some injustice done to Gabriel... but for the three years your father has been gone, you are the only one in the family who has been with me, in fact, in my heart has always loved you more. ”

Dewey was silent, just looking at her mother.

“Dewey, can I ask you something?” The Countess sighed softly, like a grudge, faintly into Dewey's ears, making one feel compelled by the grief in the heart of this beautiful woman.

“Mother, say it.” Dewey smiles: “Any wish you have is the will of the Supreme Spirit for me! ”

“Shh...” The Countess changed her face and quickly stretched out her soft palm to cover Dewey's mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with gentle reproaches: "You're not too young, but don't say such blasphemous words, understand? ”

Oh... I almost forgot that my mother is a devout believer. Dewey sighed in her heart, her mother kneeling in the temple to pray for herself on the night of the great illness, the storm.

After a pause, the Countess looked at her son with a request in her voice: "Dewey, actually, I know that you're not what people say, you're my son, and I love you, and I know you very well. You're a very smart man, and your ability is absolutely unimaginable! And your father... I don't know why, but your father and son have never been in peace, and I know that. But now... your father works hard every day and I'm worried... Dewey, at home, your brother is only eight years old, a young child. Only you can help your father with his worries. After all, you are talking about my blood and the blood of the Rollins. I just beg you, don't envy your father for all these years, if you can... can you help him more..."

At the end of the day, the Countess' voice was already filled with soft pleadings, tender eyes, and a futuristic look.

Looking at the mother in front of her, Dewey suddenly remembered when she was young, she came to her bedroom naked at night in her robe, singing that lovely song and sleeping with herself.

“Mother...” Dewey took a deep breath and slowed down: “For your sake, I am willing to do anything, even challenge the gods! Rest assured, with me, the glory of the Rollins will never fall! ”

The teenager stood in front of his mother and his voice seemed calm but unusually resolute!

The beautiful Countess smiled and looked at her son with comfort in her eyes. But gentle and kind, she doesn't know what kind of heavy, what kind of pain she is carrying inside this son she loves most at this moment. And under such great pain, this seemingly simple promise actually represents an oath of near-piety!

When summer is empty, Dewey feels like an abyss!

In this chapter, I would like to express something about family affection, which, without a doubt, should be complicated or even unhappy.

I've spent a lot of time thinking about it, and this chapter is incredibly slow and difficult to write, but I'm already feeling like I've written everything I can, and as for how it works, I think I've written what I want to express, which may not be YY and cool enough, but I hope it's touching.

The last “Summer is empty, the heart is like an abyss.” I smoked a cigarette before I hit it hard on the keyboard. I always feel a little uneasy at the moment.

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