Isabella jumped up in panic and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not intentional about it."

Roger's smile was as gentle as the spring breeze: "It's okay, I'll give it to you. In the past month, if you were gone, Et would have suffered a lot."

The girl looked surprised: "You, do you know Mr. Et?"

"Yes, not only know each other, we are our best friends." The fat man paused and looked around the courtyard, but never let go of every detail. Although the courtyard was simple, it was elegant and natural. Even folk things like Roger felt a sense of peace of mind. Roger said to the girl softly: "Can I meet your grandfather?"

The girl hesitated a little and whispered: "Grandpa...is now angry."

Roger said: "It doesn't matter, I just want to meet him. But if you go there, you should take a look first, get familiar with the environment, and be able to work."

"But what should I do with my grandfather?"

"I will explain this to him, don't worry! Ah, by the way, you can say whatever medicine your grandfather needs for his illness. Even if the medicine money is better, your bonus will be better."

"But those medicines are so expensive!"

"So, you have to do it well!" The fat man smiled so hard that his wolf's tail shook.

"I will definitely do it!" The girl nodded vigorously, then left happily.

Roger saw that the sun was already a little west, and the old man was still sitting in the room and angry, so he laughed, kicked open the door, and got into the room.

The old man's thunderous voice immediately rang out: "Who are you? You can't even knock on the door when you come in? Ah, it turns out that he is a noble. I don't welcome you in the countryside yard, so I won't be able to afford it if you dirty your shoes!"

Roger looked at the room with a smile. The room was very small, with a bed support, a table and two chairs, and it was full. There was another small door, which looked like a kitchen. The fat man pulled over a chair and sat opposite the old man. He also picked up the teapot in front of the old man, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted it.

The old man's face turned from red to purple. If Rogge hadn't seen him as a nobleman, he would have thrown him out with something.

The fat man squinted his eyes and saw the old man from his head, and then from his head. Even the pervert looked at the stripped lamb, and he didn't have such careful methods. For a moment, the room was surprisingly quiet, and only the old man's breathing like a bellows were heard.

"Master Wuhuan!" The fat man's soft voice sounded like thunder in the old man's ears. He was so shocked that he jumped up and brought the teapot down.

Roger snorted lightly, as if there was an invisible hand in the air, the teapot turned over in the air and returned to the table.

The room was quiet for another moment.

"What are you afraid of?" The fat man said sarcastically.

The old man sat down heavily and seemed to have grown up several years in an instant. "Muhuan, Wuhuan. Oh, no one has mentioned this name for more than ten years. Master Wuhuan has long been dead. You nobles have forced Wuhuan's family to be destroyed. Even if he is still alive, he will never contribute any more to the nobles. If you have nothing else, please come back. The old man is old and has not had many days to live. In the end, he just hopes for peace and quiet."

"Hmph, this old man is so hateful. I will block all the roads first." Roger thought angrily, "I won't let you do it!"

The fat man turned his eyes and picked up the small teapot and observed it. After a while, he shook his head, "Oh, everything is like fog and illusion, it's just a frightening reputation. Just looking at this teapot, you will know that more than ten years of urban life, the foggy eyes have been painted with sewage and mud. It seems that I'm in vain. It's better to go to the Duchy Painting Garden and find some authoritative arts help."

The old man was furious and shouted, "You vulgar boy know what it means to taste again! Put down the teapot quickly! Don't blame the old man for hitting you out!"

Roger naturally didn't believe such harsh words. The crime of fighting aristocrats was big or small, and Roger didn't point out this point. The fat man rolled his eyes and looked at the sky, snorted disdainfully, saying, "I don't know anything, and I know that this word "art" emphasizes magical skills and ingenuity. Artists, if you don't create in a beautiful environment with a quiet environment, can you find inspiration in this place where sewage is everywhere and smelly smell is scented? What are you drawing some carvings? Can you beat a child? "

The old man was so angry that he said, "A one of the ways of art is to seek nature, and to talk about spirit! If you take each knife, don't follow nature and follow the way of heaven. No more, no more, no more, just right. When a knife falls, the spirit will appear. Everything in the world is natural. There are also great questions in this sewage, and children can even cry. How can you nobles who only know gold, pearls and jade understand?!"

"Oh?" Roger was intrigued and said humbly: "I have never heard of this before, so I have to ask for advice."

The old man was furious and only wanted to teach the boy to convince him, so that he could know that the word "art" is profound and profound, and there is a unique world. Those artistic authorities who seek fame and reputation are just deceiving ordinary people like Roger. During this preaching, the old man spoke so hard that he flew and pointed and touched his fingers until it was dark, and his wish was still over. He had drunk a few pots of tea to moisten his throat.

The sound of the courtyard gate opening came, followed by Isabella's sweet voice: "Grandpa! I'm back." The two of them woke up and calmed down. The old man had not finished his rest, and Rogue had been willing to end his hardships.

The fat man stood up and said goodbye. He snorted again, and said in a low voice: "I don't understand much after you talked for so long. If you are really profound, how could you not explain it to me? You know it yourself, but you can't teach it. The word "master" is like this, hum, hum." The old man was so angry that he was about to argue, but Roger left.

The next morning, the fat man appeared in the foggy courtyard again, and just met Isabella walking out of the door with red eyes. Roger immediately asked, "What happened? Did Et bully you?"

The girl almost shed tears again and said softly: "Grandpa never took medicine no matter what he said, saying he would rather die than eat the nobles' things. He even scolded me hard. Woo woo."

The fat man was also furious and said, "You can go to work, this old man... old man... I will deal with it myself!" The girl responded and went out.

This time, the nobles took a lot of scheming to deal with Wu Huan. Franco had the highest artistic talent, but was first slandered. The reason was that no matter how high his artistic taste was, he was not as high as Wu Huan. This old man had a weird personality and could he take him seriously? As for Rance, Ett firmly opposed it. Of course, Ett, who was big and thick, was not suitable for him to come forward. The old man saw the noble seducing his granddaughter, and he didn't chop him up to eat it. Only Kate and Roger looked like good people, and only Roger could adapt to the situation, make a fuss, speak nonsense, and behave in a normal way.

I think it is the most difficult thing to deal with the weird old man with rogue means.

Just like yesterday, Roger kicked the door into the house. The old man was about to curse, but when he saw it was him, he was excited and was about to preach. Unexpectedly, Roger made a start by attacking: "I originally respected you how old you are when you are in a weak age, but I didn't expect you to be as tough as a child! Isabella working hard and making money to buy medicine, what's wrong? You splashed the medicine, so majestic, why are you only using it to the little girl?"

"Hmph, what do you know? I would rather die than touch those nobles' dirty things!"

Roger snorted, "I want to ask, why are the nobles' things dirty? Where are they dirty?"

"There are no good things for these nobles, even you! Thinking of the past..." This memory of the past was never closed again. The old and the young kept fighting, and another day passed in a blink of an eye.

Day after day, Roger came here to report on time every morning and bickered with Wu Huan. The courtyard was no longer quiet, and the two shouted and sometimes fought each other. Wu Huan had long forgotten to ask Roger why he came here to quarrel every day. Later, the fat man left every day, and he was a little reluctant to leave. He tossed and turned around at night, just thinking about how to refute the boy to be convinced tomorrow, and he also calculated his anger for many years. Roger quarreled during the day and was not idle at night. Anyway, he was strong in his mental power, and he only wanted to meditate for a moment, and he was full of energy. Therefore, he studied hard every night, from ancient times to the present, gods, demons, immortals, Buddhas, and all schools of thought, and read everything. I hope that the old man could understand as soon as possible that after more than ten years of not hearing about the world, Wu Huan was just a frog in the well.

As for the neighbors, they had long ignored the quarrels and turned aside. Every time Roger came, he would greet everyone, always bring some candy to the children, and also helped the aunts and aunts a lot of fun. During this time, two new breads were delivered to each household, which were steaming white bread. After a while, the street residents felt that Roger's fat face became more and more amiable. The old people who lived here for the rest of their lives also said that they had never been in their lifetime.

I have seen aristocrats who are willing to come to this place, and I have never seen aristocrats who really care about these poor children. The old Peter, who was always drunk, stood in the street with a bad wine one day after seeing Rogue walk into the fog yard, holding a bad wine, and shouted: "This Mr. Rogue is a real good person. I, Peter, have lived for seventy years, and I think about how many countries I went to when I was a seafarer. Don't think I was drunk. I will never be wrong in my eyes to look at people!"

Since the people's will have settled, Wu Huan's life opposite Roger is not very good. The neighbors initially whispered, but later they secretly grabbed Isabella and asked her to persuade her grandfather. The girl was shy and anxious, but she had no choice. Later, the neighbors heard the content of the two quarrels during the day, and when Roger left, they simply argued with Wu Huan again. The aunts and aunts had their own trivial reasons, and they were unreasonable and confused. Their parts were much better than Roger.

Poor Master Wuhuan was having sex with Rogge during the day and quarreled with his neighbors at night. His granddaughter looked over and became more and more dissatisfied. The bowl of medicine was boiling harder and harder. Wuhuan could only hum a few times and expressed dissatisfaction with his granddaughter's daily work at Et's house, and he no longer dared to say anything more.

The debate between the two also Roger gradually gained the upper hand. First, Roger defeated Wu Huan and lost the loss when he was "never aristocrats were good people". Fatty people's methods of buying people's hearts are getting worse, and they often become a living example of neighbors' refutation of Lao Wu Huan at night.

The next conclusion is naturally "The nobles are good and bad, are they good or bad?" Roger did not get too entangled with him. The topic changed, and he came to "Since the nobles are good and bad, then the nobles' things are not all dirty." That is, with the foundation in front, Wu Huan was soon defeated. But Roger refused to let go, and then he was "regardless of the source of the things, as long as you work hard and get it right, it is good." This topic won again, and since then Wu Huan can only drink medicine honestly every day.

Wu Huan's eyes felt worried when they saw that his position was becoming increasingly loose. But Roger would never let the dog fall into the water, and soon realized Wu Huan's oath of "not working for the nobles". Without any effort, Roger made Wu Huan realize that he was full of everything. His small mind was actually too inconsistent with the master's name.

On this day, the two of them sat opposite each other in the yard to taste tea, looking leisurely and leisurely. I don’t know how many people who were suffering from the daily life of camping and service.

Wu Huan's axe flew in his hand, and cut out neat fine firewood like a quick knife cutting tofu. Roger was not out of weakness. He was as powerful as a cow, and at this moment he blessed himself with a "power of a mana bull". His fingers were as colorful as falling flowers, and he tore the wooden piers like ripe chickens, and pulled out firewood with empty hands.

The two were fighting to the most important point, which was what this God was, and whether he had to guard it with God.

Rogge tore the wood viciously, his eyes showed fierce light, and said, "Let's not talk about whether there is God in this world. Even if there is really a God, so what?" In fact, Rogge knew that there was God, and those angels were not empty. The fat man continued, "Are there still fewer all kinds of unfair things in the world? Since there is God, why doesn't it care? If it can't control it, it means that its power is limited, and even God is not omnipotent. At best, it is much stronger than you and me, but the essence is not different!"

Wu Huan disagrees: "The reason why God is called God is because he stands at the top of all things in the world and looks down on all living beings. What God sees may not be able to see, and what God hears may not be able to hear. The earth in this world is just the work of the Creator God. It took me a lifetime to realize a little bit of God's rules. That is, what the mysterious Eastern continent calls the Tao. The oath made in the name of the highest existence is of supreme effectiveness and worthy of life."

Rogge secretly left a god for this "Tao". In the knowledge that Rodriguez brought to himself, there is a description of this "Tao", which is called the foundation of heaven and earth, the source of all things, and the origin of the gods. How can people understand these few sentences make it clear? It seems that this old guy was also unclear during his lifetime. With the strength of the old thing, it was not impossible to go to the mysterious Eastern continent, but he was too anxious and killed at the Oedi Temple early, but it attracted the light of judgment. Thinking of Rodriguez, I don’t know what happened this year, and I can no longer feel his activities, as if it had disappeared.

The fat man thought about it, but he was not idle: "Even if God really has the supreme power, it is because of our own limitations that we cannot see the world outside of God. Just like a bug that only has touch and can only crawl, there is only the concept of length and width in its world. It is probably a bit difficult to make it understand what height is, right? It seems that an ant will not understand your work, so that you, the old antique, understand the world outside of God, hehe, hum!"

"I don't understand, do you understand?" the old man said angrily.

"I'm so sorry. It seems that I know more about the laws of operation in this world than you these days." Roger said shamelessly.

Wu Huan, who had not had a good rest for half a month, finally couldn't bear it and shouted: "Okay! OK! Now it's really the world of young people. Old man, I have lived for a lifetime and studied the way of nature for thirty years. All I can do is just chopping wood. If your firewood can chop better than me, the old man will have nothing to say, and this life will be yours. You don't have to try so hard to compete with the old man every day. If you lose, you will be quiet!"

Roger sweated in his forehead and gritted his teeth, "I swear in the name of the Supreme God, we have a decision!" But he thought to himself: "You big-headed ghost. The name of the Supreme God has nothing to do with me. I can't cut wood, and I have other ways! You old guy, you have many flaws! It turns out that you have been pretending to be stupid with me for the past half month. It's a bit of a trick. Let's take a look!"

Over the past few days, Roger had seen Wu Huan chopping firewood countless times. The fat man used all kinds of detection methods. When he saw that the old man had no fighting spirit or magic power, he felt relieved. But at this moment, he saw that his thin arm, like a firewood stick, swung a rust axe, and was weak, but he easily cut off a few firewood. The fat man felt that something was wrong.

Roger picked up a piece of firewood, looked fine, and slowly sweated down his forehead. Seeing that the fine firewood was neither straight nor even, but the texture of the wood on his body was not broken, and it was natural. Roger picked up the rust axe, hugged the wooden pier, and then gently axed it, but with a sound, the wooden pier did not even mark it. Roger took a deep breath, and said, and the spell was chanted, and several different halos flashed on his body, but

He blessed himself with the "power of the cow", "agility of the cat" plus an acceleration technique. He used the axe again, but still learned Wuhuan and slowly fell down. This time, the rust axe broke into the wood, and it turned out to be lightly disappeared, and there was no wooden pier. It was just that the fat man gritted his teeth, and blue veins all over his body appeared, and wood chips flew everywhere when the axe passed. If Wuhuan's axe was a life without fire, Roger's move was to burn the forest with fire.

After finally getting a piece of firewood, Roger was about to pick it up and look carefully. The fine firewood was banging and turned into a sky full of wood chips.

Roger wanted to cry without tears. After more than ten days of hard work, he got stuck at the last level, but was fooled by Wu Huan from beginning to end.

But Wu Huan never expected that Roger had another move, called paranoia.

Roger never waved an axe, but just held the wooden pier and thought hard in the courtyard, turning a blind eye to the surroundings and turning a blind eye.

It was already dark, and Isabella came over to call Rog, but the fat man was like a stone sculpture and didn't move. The girl had no choice but to put the food next to Rog. In a blink of an eye, it had frozen into a lump of ice, and the soup bowl was so ice-breaking.

At night, heavy snow fell from the sky, and Roger, who was sitting still, became a snowman.

In the early morning, Isabella exclaimed, took out a soft cloth, wiped away the snow from Roger's body in finely, turned around and left, but a drop of crystal tears fell.

Wu Huan was drinking tea freely in the room. The girl came in and begged. Wu Huan said slowly: "I can't persuade him back, he has entered a dead end. Besides, one of these nobles died, and only one of them was." The girl said angrily: "Grandpa, you did it on purpose from the beginning! Didn't you?"

Wu Huan didn't say anything again.

After the girl left, Wu Huan muttered to herself in a low voice. The voice seemed to have been aging for decades: "Grandpa is not a god, how could he have expected such an ending? Alas. Grandpa's hot temperament will cause you to implicate."

At night again, Franco, Rance, Kate, Ett, and Fis all came to the courtyard. After seeing Rogue who was not talking at all, he had no choice but to do anything and did not dare to deal with it. Everyone had never said a harsh word, but there was a kind of resentment in their eyes that stared at Wu Huan. The old man was not afraid, but when Isabella came back and saw the nobles looking at her, the old man began to be frightened.

It was dark, the sound of thunderous horse hooves sounded in the alley, and the golden light of Dou Qi scattered in the courtyard. Orpherok walked into this small courtyard that could hardly stand.

Wu Huan was very surprised. He never thought that a lower class nobleman with an ordinary face would actually alarm the arrival of the only son of the Grand Duke of the Duke of the Duke of the Kingdom. But now that things have come, everything can only be left to fate.

Orpherok frowned and sat quietly across from Roger.

This sat for a night.

In the early morning, Orpherogue stood up and ordered a small shed for Roger, leaving two Golden Lion Knights to protect Roger's safety, and then left with the nobles and scum.

At sunrise and sunset, Rogue is like a statue, not eating or moving.

Isabella still works at Et's house every day, but seeing Et's face thin, his beard grows, and he just drinks every day. The girl secretly shed tears and never talks to Wuhuan again after returning home.

Sometimes the nobles I had seen that day would come over. During the meal, everyone just drank silently and looked at the girl but made Isabella frightened. That night, the nobles quarreled fiercely in Et's study. The girl felt that the matter was related to it. She was about to eavesdrop, but she ran into Et's door and came out. Et was stunned and waved her hand to let the girl go home.

It was another dull night. The thick lead clouds had already covered the moonlight in the sky. Seeing that it was going to snow again, Isabella walked out of the house with a quilt and wanted to cover Roger. As soon as she opened the door, a gust of sculpting wind almost made her frozen. She finally gritted her teeth and stepped out of the house. Suddenly, her cherry lips opened wide, and the quilt in her hand slid to the ground, but she was shocked.

The yard was filled with black fog, and a skeleton walked out of the fog silently. The skeleton was dark. If the purple-red light that moved around the body was constantly illuminating its figure, the girl would have never seen it.

The two golden lion knights in the yard felt something strange. Just as they were about to turn around, the skeleton flashed with lightning, and two black shadows in their hands hit the back of the knight's head like lightning. The two knights groaned and fainted on the ground.

Under the purple-red fireworks, the scenery in the courtyard is vast, just like the demon realm on earth. The skeleton is the demon god from the depths of hell!

Isabella was extremely afraid, but she couldn't move at all. She felt a flash in front of her eyes, and the two golden lion knights had fallen down. The next moment, a huge sickle appeared in the air and quietly rested on her snow-white and pink neck. The blade was almost half a person taller than her. The knife aura caused a thin red line to appear on the girl's neck, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down.

The girl was so scared that she was already numb.

The skeleton looked at the quilt that had slid down to the ground, and the sickle disappeared quietly and appeared in the skeleton's hands the next moment.

The skeleton stretched out his hand and the wooden pier that Roger was holding tightly floated into the air.
To be continued...