After recovering from the shock, Emil suddenly wanted to confirm something, so he ran in a hurry.

After about a few minutes, he came to a thatched house, which was his home.

The roof was covered with old thatch, the walls were made of large adobe bricks, and the door was closed, just like when he left.

He still remembered last night, when he first encountered the monster, the door was destroyed by the dark monster, but now it seemed to be intact.

After witnessing this scene, Emil became even more convinced that he was dreaming at that time. As for why the piece of paper was in his hand when he woke up, it was probably the magic released by the witch who rescued him.

So far, Emil has seen a lot of weird things, so it is reasonable for this kind of magic to exist.

He seemed to want to confirm something, so he walked over and opened the door. As a result, a burst of dust instantly poured out from inside, making him look disgraced.

"Ahem."

Emil coughed violently and quickly waved his hand several times before finally blowing away the dust.

At this time, the morning sunlight shines into the house, and you can see that the tables and chairs in the house are also covered in dust, as if they have not been cleaned for a long time.

Next, he walked directly in and found that his feet had left clear footprints on the ground.

He quickly understood that Ophelia had arrived here several days ago, and the monsters must have killed the villagers by then. In other words, these houses had been abandoned since then.

He did have a fantasy that when he got home, his grandma would come out to greet him on crutches.

But the more he thought about it, the greater the blow he suffered when facing reality. Emil looked at everything in the house. Except that his grandma was gone, nothing else had changed.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help the sadness welling up from the bottom of his heart, and his tears couldn't stop flowing down.

He sat on a dusty chair, crying silently, not caring if there were monsters hiding in the house, until Ophelia came to him.

"Ah, I found it, so you are here."

Emil quickly turned his back to her and wiped away his tears, but his eyes that were red from crying could not be hidden from Ophelia.

"...Is this your home?"

"Well, yes," Emil was still forcing a smile, "it's very shabby, isn't it?"

However, Ophelia just looked at him with sympathy, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated, and Emil also lowered his head in silence.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became awkward. After a while, Ophelia finally spoke.

"Although it may not be appropriate for me to say this, you should know very well that your relatives will not come back. No matter how sad you are, it will not help. It is just torture for yourself... And don't you think we are taking revenge? So,

I hope you cheer up, we still have something to do."

For a person who has just lost a loved one and is grieving, saying this is indeed a bit disrespectful.

But Emil did not blame her for being abrupt, but looked at her without saying a word. After a long silence, he finally nodded, his eyes becoming extremely firm.

When his father was still with him, he taught him a lot of principles of life, and his understanding was also very good. He could immediately understand even things that were obscure to his peers.

However, everyone knows the truth, but how many people can stay rational when they really face something?

Unfortunately, Emil is this kind of person. Not only does he understand many principles, but he can put them into practice most of the time, so he is more mature and steady than his peers from the beginning.

If the person who came here with him was a stranger, he would definitely not show his embarrassed side. Precisely because it was Ophelia, he would have no scruples.

"Thank you, Miss Ophelia." Emil quickly adjusted his emotions and did not forget to say thank you.

"It's okay, as long as you can recover." Ophelia smiled slightly.

"Well, let's go back." Emil nodded and walked out of the house first.

At this time, he actually felt a sense of relief in his heart. Of course, he did not feel that grandma was a burden, but the tragedy had already happened. It was meaningless no matter how depressed he was, and the most meaningful thing was to find a way to drive away the demons.

, to avenge grandma and Sean.

"By the way, don't you need to erect a monument for your family?" Ophelia suddenly asked.

Emil shook his head, meaning that it was not necessary, but seeing Ophelia's puzzled look, he still gave an explanation.

"This place has been occupied by monsters, and there is a disgusting smell everywhere. I will never let my relatives stay with these ugly things."

"Yes, that's true." Ophelia nodded.

After a while, the two of them were ready to return, but there was still a huge doubt that troubled them.

What happened to the last piece of paper? Was it really the witch they had never met who helped them?

Emil sat on Lilith's back. He took out the piece of paper and found that the pattern on it no longer glowed.

Based on his understanding of magic these days, this piece of paper may have stored magic power from the beginning, and it will be useless after the magic is released.

Ophelia also agreed with this view. Although she did not need to use a magic circle to release magic, she had dealt with human magicians a lot, so she naturally knew this kind of thing very well.

And coincidentally, when she was traveling in the royal capital before, she actually heard about a certain witch who was used to storing magic power on pieces of paper with magic circles drawn on them, and the magic would be released the moment the paper was thrown out.

"Really? There must be more than one such witch." Emil was noncommittal. He didn't believe there was such a coincidence.

"No," Ophelia shook her head, and then said, "It is not easy to release magic with pieces of paper, because it is difficult to lock the target, and it is very likely that the magic released will be completely empty, so to do this, you must

It has quite precise control. As far as I know, even the top magicians in the empire can only do it, and no more than ten of them can do it, and none of them use this method to release magic."

"But, this is strange. The witch left a piece of paper for me, and then asked me to release the magic. In the end, she destroyed so many monsters. Could it be that I also have a high magic talent?"

"Probably not. She may have made the pieces of paper into magic props that even ordinary people with no magic talent can use." Ophelia guessed.

Emil thought about it and thought it made sense, but he still felt a huge sense of loss. In fact, he now wanted to be a magician more than a knight, but he didn't know if he had any talent.

…

On the way back, the two of them kept discussing this matter, and they both agreed that the witch must have helped them.

Emil couldn't help feeling regretful that he couldn't meet the other party. However, he also thought that the other party must not want to meet them, so he chose to help in this way.

He also thought that when Ophelia rescued him, it was a similar situation. Since he didn't force the other party to introduce himself at that time, there was no need to feel depressed about it now.

Therefore, Emil had no worries at all. When he returned to Blackpool Town, he decided to start a new life.

He once thought that he might make meritorious deeds on the battlefield and then be named a noble, but in the end, he became the city lord based on his relationship with Lydia.

Although he knew that he did have some merit, how could such merit allow a commoner to become the lord of the city?

It was only because Lydia asked him to do it, and there were not many people left in Blackpool Town, that he reluctantly took on this important task, because if he didn't stand up, the remaining people wouldn't be able to survive at all.

Of course, he had no intention of escaping from the beginning, not because of Lidia, but because his father had taught him that the more capable a person is, the more responsible he should be.

He just didn't expect that he would become the city lord. After all, other identities can also help.

"Miss Ophelia, as the city lord, what should I do next?" Emil suddenly asked.

This was his first time as a city lord, so naturally he didn't understand many things, so he had to ask Ophelia, who was well-informed.

"Well," Ophelia thought for a moment and answered seriously, "Of course we want to find ways to let the people live a better life, develop the economy, and then expand the population. At least let Blackpool Town return to its original state.

level."

However, Emil was in trouble as soon as he heard this. Although it was easy to solve the basic survival problem because there were ready-made supplies.

But these are limited. If people are unable to engage in production work, then one day supplies will be exhausted, and chaos will inevitably occur.

But how can he get these pampered people to work voluntarily? After all, they would rather die than obey if they are allowed to be slaves.

They were willing to try if they were left to fend for themselves before, but was it just a temporary novelty or a whim?

If this is the case, if they are allowed to engage in production work, they are likely to resist. By then, let alone economic development, it will be difficult to guarantee basic life.

"...So, are they really worth living?" Emil said suddenly.

However, as soon as he said it, he was startled by his own thoughts. Is it necessary to deny the value of their existence just because they don't want to work?

Sure enough, Ophelia looked in disbelief. After a while, she spoke.

"Indeed, if you are not willing to work hard, no matter how others try to help you, it will be of no use."

To Emil's surprise, Ophelia actually agreed with this view, but when he thought about it carefully, there was nothing wrong with this.

So next, it is necessary to let the people work. This is of course not for the city lord, but for themselves. If someone doesn’t want to do anything but stays here to eat and drink for free, then he must be ruthless.

Drive such people away.

At this time, Lilith had already flown over Blackpool Town, and she landed quietly outside the city lord's mansion.

It's morning now, Reina and Paglis have already started working, and they haven't noticed that the Lord of the City is not in the room yet.

In order to avoid being noticed, Emil decided to sneak in through the back door. As he was about to do so, he saw a familiar figure standing at the back door.

He couldn't help but frown, because that person was Greya who should have left long ago. When the other party saw that he was back, he ran over to greet him with a smile on his face.

"Oh, Lord City Lord, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"What do you mean? You know I'm not home?"

Emil heard something was wrong. In order not to be discovered, he deliberately chose to go out late at night. So how did this kid Grea know?

This can only mean that he must have secretly entered the mansion and visited Emil's room.

"No, no, I..." Greya hesitated, hiding his hands behind his back unconsciously, "By the way, Lord City Lord, I have good news to tell you."

"Stop changing the subject for me. What are you holding?"

Emil rushed over without waiting for his answer, grabbed his hand, and found that he was holding an exquisite small vase, which seemed to belong to the mansion.
To be continued...