One day later, in the evening, in the wild wilderness, some temporary camp.

Amon handed the roasted beast meat in his hand to Roger by the bonfire. He watched him tear the food blankly, put it in his mouth blankly, chewing it blankly, looking like he was desperate. What should Amon think he should do?

That's right, at Rogue's house, Amon aroused the other party's hatred.

But obviously, as time goes by, Rogue Jr. has fallen into confusion. He doesn't know what he should do in the face of the behemoth of the Kingsley family? What can he do?

There is no direction or hope. This is the state of Rogue at this time. In this situation, Amon has seen a lot of experience in the nightmare world and has rich experience in handling it.

While eating food, he thought, and after a moment, Amon had a certain plan in his mind and finally spoke: "Little Rogge, are you an apprentice of the caster?"

"Huh?" Roger recovered from his daze. He smiled bitterly in response to Amon's inquiring eyes: "The caster apprentice is not considered a spellcaster apprentice, but I do have the talent to become a spellcaster.

As a native of Aldian City, I was inspected by the Grey Eagle Tower Spellcaster when I was born, and the result was that I had the talent to become a Spellcaster.

But you know, the Gray Eagle Tower only recognizes money, while the caster's practice and learning are even more costly.

Even though my grandfather has worked hard to help others lead business, over the years, I have only learned the most basic meditation methods. I still haven’t saved enough tuition for admission.”

As he said that, Roger sighed: "The caster is not a profession that poor people like me can desire."

Amon nodded, which made sense, and then he asked again: "Is it your own idea when you follow me around the city during this period? Or is it your request?"

The topic is too wide, and Rogue is a little confused. He looks at Amon, with doubts appearing in his eyes.

"Can you think about it carefully and then answer my question?"

Roger tilted his head and thought for a while, frowned and said, "I am happy to follow you around the city, but at first, it was my grandfather who asked me to come here.

Moreover, there were several times later, grandpa sent me to find you. What seemed to be busy with?"

"Sure enough."

Amon was slightly silent, then looked up at Rogue and said in a deep voice: "Actually, a long time ago, when we returned to Aldian City together that night, I had a private exchange with your grandfather.

What I mean is how to deal with this conspiracy of the Kingsley family after returning to the city?

At that time, I actually proposed a solution.”

"What method?" Rogue Jr. was attracted by the attention and couldn't help asking:

"Don't you all have trade unions for mercenaries and wilderness guides? Report directly and make things worse. You must make an explanation, and put the transaction between the Kingsley family and the Hungry Wolf Group on the surface.

At that time, the Kingsley family had to face the blame from the Seven Kings Hall, and naturally there would be hostile families who would extend their hands, wanting to scrape off a layer of flesh from them, or even take action directly to seek to destroy the Kingsley family.

And if you are truly exposed to the sun, there will naturally be the Seven Kings Hall and the Mercenary Union to protect you, which will make the Kingsley family afraid.

That way, at least for a certain period of time, you are safe.

I mentioned to your grandfather that he recognized this method, but unfortunately, it was obvious that he did not do this."

Roger Jr. was stunned: "You said my grandfather knew it? He also agreed? But why didn't he do this? Why did he make things happen in this situation?"

"Because he has selfish intentions!"

When Amon said this, he couldn't help but pull a curve, and a sneer appeared: "Do you think that the Demon Bull Mercenary Group is really smart and courageous to plot against the Kingsley family?

No, they are just the ones who are ahead, and the one who really gives advice from behind is actually your grandfather."

"My grandpa? My grandpa? How is this possible?" Rogue Jr. couldn't believe it:

"Your grandpa made a bet and made a big bet with his life. On the one hand, he convinced the Demon Bull Mercenary Group to let them stand out and threaten the Kingsley family to obtain a large amount of wealth.

On the other hand, he is also afraid that the gamble will fail and will implicate you.

So, he asked you to follow me, wanting to protect you with my strength, and take you out of this city after he failed to gamble.

In order to impress me, he took out the book he treasured, a strange magic book. In order to make me moved, he even demonstrated the power of this magic book with his own life.

He, even I am plotting.”

Even Amon didn't expect that at first, he realized something was wrong when he was at Roger's house, when he looked at the old hunter who had almost become a mummy, and the conversation completed the last doubt in his heart.

"But why? Why did my grandfather do this? No, it's not like this!"

Roger Jr. was almost hysterical and disbelief. He felt that his grandfather would not have the motivation to do this, but as he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, until he cried silently.

He finally knew the question Amon asked at first, and what was the reason?

Why did his grandfather do this?

Of course I want money!

But why does grandpa want money?

Of course, I saved tuition for him and wanted him to enter the Gray Eagle Tower, have the opportunity to learn spells and become a spellcaster. This is his dream and the purpose of his grandfather's struggle.

So, after doing so much and losing so many lives, is it all for him?

So, it's all his fault?

Suddenly, Roger looked up at Amon, and through the hazy tears, his pupils were bloodshot and red, as if he had chosen a hungry wolf to be eaten: "His Royal Highness Amon, you have said so much now and told me this. Do you just want to tell me that everything the Kingsley family does is what it should be?

The reason why those mercenary groups died is because of these mistakes and consequences, is my grandfather?

And my grandfather, he deserves to die. He blames all the consequences now!"

Amon did not avoid Rogue's eyes, and even the sneer at the corner of his mouth did not disappear. Instead, he became more and more arrogant: "It turns out that he is still a child!

Only in the world of children can we distinguish right from wrong, while in the world of adults, we only consider interests.

I told you all this, just to let you see clearly and understand clearly.

Then, if you really want to take revenge, I will give you a chance. When you arrive in Kelma City, whether you are learning spells or becoming a warrior, I will find the best teacher for you, but wherever you can go and where you are willing to go depends on yourself."

Roger, the little one, asked with red eyes: "Then why do you want to help me?"

"That book should be very valuable. Your grandfather gave me more rewards, so I have to do more."

"But, but, even if you leave now, that book is yours."

"I think I am still a bottom line. Or do you think I am now, what else is worth planning for?"

"This... is gone, I have nothing."

"Then let's have a good rest. Tomorrow, we will rush back to Kelma City at full speed.

Of course, if you don’t want to take revenge anymore, you can also part ways. Anyway, I have saved your life. In other words, it can be considered as completing the deal with your grandpa.”

After a long silence, Rogue Jr. finally replied: "I'll follow you."

"Okay, that's it."

After speaking, Amon no longer cared about Rogue. He turned around and filled in some dry firewood for the bonfire before returning to his tent.

Little Roger was still there and he curled up and looked up at the sky, as if he was missing his grandfather, but Amon was no longer worried about him, because he could see that the fire had already ignited in Little Roger's eyes, and the fire of revenge.

On the other side, Amon entered the tent, and in his heart, Red Dragon Autras sneered: "Hehehe, if you feel soft, you will feel soft. Why are you pretending to be a big-tail wolf?

I really didn't expect that you were such a kind-hearted person!"

Amon ignored him, but he was also reflecting on his handling of this matter in his heart.

Strictly speaking, he was close to Rogue Little and had only known each other for more than ten days, so he shouldn't have helped him like this.

But as a person who grew up in a blue world, many ideas have penetrated into his bones. He cannot bear the good or bad of the whole world on himself, that is too heavy.

But for the people around him, he is willing to give more "kindness" and within his ability, he doesn't mind helping him if he can.

And Rogue, he instinctively didn't want this young man to die rashly in a revenge.

Inside the tent, Amon shook his head, held the black book in his hand and groped, and asked, "Xiao Ao, have you recognized this book?"
Chapter completed!