Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 187 Falling Like a Dream

As we enter a new stage, time seems to lose its meaning.

It was not until Luke suddenly discovered that there were many unfamiliar faces in the mansion that he felt as if he were in another world. He called the butler Charles to ask.

"Why did you change people recently?"

"The servants hired by the mansion are all hired for a term of thirty years, and they retire when the term is up."

"Oh, thirty years."

Unlike their masters who lived a life of luxury, thirty years was the maximum working time for servants. Any longer working time was torture. Such work only existed in sweatshops at the bottom of society, not in the homes of aristocrats.

Luke waved Charles to leave. When he first came, he was in the third year of a new batch of servants. Now that his thirty-year term was up, he was twenty-seven years old.

Six years had passed since the wedding day, and since nothing major had happened during that time, Lu Ke felt as if time had stopped.

He looked at the mirror. The person inside seemed to be frozen at the age of twenty, with fair skin, a slim figure, and handsome features. Except for the clothes that had become close-fitting silk clothes, nothing else had changed. He didn't look like a man in his late twenties at all.

In recent years, he has gradually reduced his physical training, focused on magic research, and achieved good results.

After completing the extremely difficult flying magic, it became easier for him to create some not-too-difficult magic. Even without Frelian's help, he successfully improved the basic attack magic and basic defense magic.

This naturally cannot be compared with the improvements made by the corrupt sage Guval of the Great Demon Clan who will be cracked with all the strength of the whole country in the future. He only increased the magic density and firing rate on the premise of basic magic.

Combined with the "aiming magic" he developed later, it can lock onto the enemy's vital points, and there is no way to escape unless the attacking magic is broken.

Perhaps influenced by his idea that "improving magic is the right way to go", a group of researchers who focus on improving magic began to emerge among the people, optimizing existing magic.

Although it was only in its initial stages, it was a good start. Under the guidance of the Magic Association, Luke was hailed as the "Father of Modern Magic" and was given the title of lifelong honorary mentor.

When the mayor of the city of Barum heard the news, he personally conferred a title on him, gave him the title of "Viscount", and granted him a territory of villages around Barum.

Luke was not opposed to this wealth that came out of nowhere, and he asked Trela ​​to find two trusted subordinates to take over the territory.

During these six years, news of victory after victory from the brave squad and the army continued to arrive, and the large army was approaching the Demon King's City of Erd. As more and more lost territories were recovered, the people cheered and felt that good days were coming.

Business began to prosper, people lived and worked in peace and contentment, a baby boom swept through, and the population almost doubled.

But Luke always felt that something was wrong.

The demons are too obedient. It's normal for them to lose more than they win, but it's weird that they lose every time.

But that is the fact. Now, all the lost territories that have been recovered have been set up with defensive barriers. Even if the demons pretend to be defeated, it will be difficult to take them back.

"Pretending to be weak, or is there something else that makes them afraid?"

Lu Ke was thinking when a clear and gentle female voice grabbed his attention.

"Why are you looking at yourself in the mirror and pretending to be beautiful?"

He looked up and saw Trela, wearing a black gauze dress, walking towards him.

Twenty-five-year-old Trela's appearance has not changed much. Her beautiful face is more rosy and radiant than before, and her figure has become a little more mature and slender, exuding a charm different from that of a young girl.

But at this moment, there was some visible melancholy on her face.

"nothing."

Lu Ke left the mirror and took her a few steps forward before leaving. "Have the monks invited for Ms. Luo Yin arrived?"

“It has been treated.”

At this point, Trela's expression was gloomy, and she hesitated to speak, but finally spoke out.

"The situation is not good. Ms. Luo Yin's illness did not occur suddenly. Older people will have these problems. The monk said...it may have happened in the past two days."

Luke pursed his lips and frowned.

Ms. Luo Yin is fifty-three years old this year, which is by no means considered longevity among noble ladies, but she is indeed aging faster than others.

Especially after Amir left home to join the army.

Except when Luke saw her, she could only smile and cheer up when she received Amir's letter, but this was only temporary.

"Have you contacted Amir?"

Luke continued.

As the northern countries were gradually recovered, correspondence became much smoother, no longer like before when only letters could be sent out but not received.

"No, he seems to have been promoted to captain. He is keeping secrets very strictly and his whereabouts are unknown."

Trela ​​sighed and also looked a little sad.

Hearing this, Luke's frown deepened.

Amir's correspondence stopped four years ago, and the content of the letters remained in the northern plateau area. However, he informed the public in the letters that he had been promoted and that the correspondence might become more regular in the future. However, he did not expect that there would be no news after that.

Considering the Demons' series of defeats, the possibility of death is small, but the inability to contact them is a big problem.

"I'll go see her."

Lu Ke walked into Ms. Luo Yin's room and was dazed for a moment when he looked at the familiar furnishings. Past events emerged in his mind bit by bit.

Ms. Royin had always had respiratory problems. When he was a child, in order to practice his magic, Lanis would ask him to run to Ms. Royin's room to perform ventilation and dust removal magic.

It was also in this room that Ms. Royin 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 came 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 dehydrated apples, her breathing was weak, she looked extremely haggard, her eyes were shaking restlessly, as if she had dreamed of something bad.

Lu Ke silently extended his hand, and it was immediately grabbed.

As if she also felt the abundant life and pulse coming from her hands, the uneasy expression on Ms. Luo Yin's face eased a little.

Time passed slowly, the sunlight 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 dreamy murmurings echoed in the darkness.

"It's me." Luke answered in a low voice.

"No, that's not right. Roger is no longer here. You are Amir."

"it's me."

The same answer was given again, and Ms. Luo Yin followed up with a second denial.

"Amir isn't here, it must be Luke."

"it's me."

Ms. Royne gave a dull, breathy laugh. "Turn on the light, Luke. I'm awake."

Luke casually flicked his index finger, and the candle was ignited by a small wisp of magical flame.

The dim light reflected the faces of two people. The person in front of the bed was young, handsome, and tall like a pine tree. The person on the bed was old, skinny, and curled up in a ball.

The two people are in the same picture in space, but clearly separated in time.

"How long have I slept?"

Ms. Luo Yin asked after being stunned for a while.

"About five or six hours."

"As we get older, we sleep less." Ms. Luo Yin looked at Lu Ke for a few seconds, "You are still the same as before."

"The appearance of an elf will remain fixed at its peak, I told you so." Lu Ke replied gently.

"Yes, you told me, and Lanis told me too."

The corner of Ms. Luo Yin's mouth twitched, and after a few gasps, she patted Lu Ke's hand hurriedly. Lu Ke understood and moved the trash can on the ground closer.

She covered her face with her hands, coughed twice, coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm, gasped a few times, and then lay down again exhausted.

"Lenice shouldn't have changed much, but I have become an old woman."

"How could that be? You are still as beautiful and elegant as before."

"It will make me happy."

Ms. Luo Yin smiled, then suddenly trembled, lowered her head and tightened Lu Ke's hand.

"Luke, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Luke shook his head calmly, "I don't understand what you mean?"

"I really like you, and I really love you." Ms. Luo Yin's breathing became heavier, and she looked helpless, as frightened as a child who had made a mistake.

"But actually... I have always treated you as a substitute for Amir."

"I asked the servants to call you Master, watched you train, gave you a staff, and arranged your wedding. Besides liking you, it's also because I saw the shadow of Amir in you."

"I know." Lu Ke gently stroked Ms. Luo Yin's skinny cheek, "I always know what you think."

Luo Yin collapsed on the bed as if deflated, and uttered a weak voice, "No wonder, no wonder you don't want to be my adopted son, with the Campbell surname."

"It's not because of this. It's just that the name Luke means something else to me. If you just want to be my mother, you can do it now."

Lu Ke straightened her hair and smiled. "Do you prefer to hear 'mother', a common title between aristocratic mothers and children, or 'mom', a more popular title?"

Ms. Luo Yin grinned and shook her head, "I really want to listen, but I don't have the face to let you yell again."

"Can you, can you forgive me?"

"You've been very good to me, and you've been more responsible than Lanis. You've never done anything wrong. I don't need to forgive you."

Luke sighed, "But if you want to hear it, I'll tell you."

"I forgive you."

With a sigh of relief, the backbone of the Campbell family collapsed little by little.

……

When the morning sun shone into the inner room, Luke pried open the cold, stiff hands that were clasped around his.

He didn't feel it was real that the mother-like character had passed away. He didn't seem particularly sad or want to cry, but he just felt a bit of melancholy that couldn't be relieved.

Luke pushed the door open and went out. Trela, who was waiting outside, looked at him with some concern.

"How is Ms. Luo Yin?"

Luke shook his head and went downstairs, hearing Trela ​​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, floating and unreal, with dull senses and unclear consciousness.

As he walked out of the gate of the mansion, he heard cheers everywhere and people running around telling each other, as if something big and happy had happened.

"What happened?"

Luke caught a man and questioned him.

The man immediately became respectful when he saw Lu Ke, and nodded and bowed to him, "Master Lu Ke, you haven't read today's newspapers yet."

"What's the breaking news?"

Luke asked woodenly.

The man stuffed a newspaper into his hand, his tone excited and his expression excited.

"The brave team and the army have already reached the Demon King's Castle!"

"Erd will be conquered soon too!"

"Humanity is about to win!"

(End of this chapter)