Chapter 50 July Flowers Go and See

"Your Highness, the person you chose is really not simple."

Luther leaned against the bookcase behind Ye Yanze and looked at his profile. He was sitting at the desk, holding a feather pen and drawing a magic circle on paper. There were only some basic patterns, and it was hard to tell what it was.

He was painting very attentively, occasionally flipping through the book at hand to take a look. He still had Hilt's ring on his hand, and it seemed that nothing could arouse his interest.

Within two months, subversive events occurred in the South that no one had expected.

The rebels occupied ten cities in the south, and it was Gaia's governor, Zelza, who accomplished this. Of course, he could do it so easily because Luther was working hard to suppress the Gene family.

He was a lowly pariah who rose step by step from a slave to the governor of a city, and then occupied ten cities in the south and swallowed up the territories of Jean to become a new noble. It only took him less than a year.

But now he is highly respected by the people. With his background in the Temple and his attitude of seeking benefits for the grassroots people, the ten southern cities have even opened trade ports.

Without the exploitation of the nobles or strict restrictions between regions, even the cities and territories in the north are now showing signs of stirring.

The only thing that is not so worrying is that the south still needs the purification of the Son of God and the magic circle of the royal capital, which puts them in a delicate balance.

"Zelsa delivered a letter to the royal court today, requesting to go to the capital to be awarded an honor."

Luther sat next to him, his chin resting on his hand, his face showing no sign of nervousness or uneasiness, as if he was just casually chatting about gossip.

"The noble families are now relieved and agreed without thinking. Do you think they are stupid?"

Ye Yanze pretended not to hear and kept working, not caring at all what Luther was saying.

Until Luther suddenly smiled and said, "Yesterday the housekeeper came to ask me what flowers to put on the wedding banquet table. I can't decide. What do you think?"

Ye Yanze paused his pen, looked up at Luther, frowned and thought for a while, and then decided: "Blue and gold tones will do, let them arrange it first."

Luther stared into his eyes, unable to find any falsehood in them. He suddenly put his arms around Ye Yanze's waist, leaned against him and took a deep breath: "Too cunning."

If you do this, I will really think that you are looking forward to it.

Ye Yanze just smiled and didn't say anything. The sun shone obliquely into the study, and he was shrouded in the soft and bright sunlight. The smile did not reach his eyes. He just didn't care about anything and was not really willing to stay for anyone.

Luther realized that he had not changed, but he and the servant had become increasingly greedy.

"Groot is in Zelza's hands now, and Dina has lost Jean's protection. What are you going to do now?"

Ye Yanze closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then made a decision quietly: "Of course, he should be punished for what he did wrong."

Before Luther asked him, Ye Yanze drew a simple blueprint on the paper. Luther recognized it as the Gene family's manor at a glance, and finally he circled the location of the garden.

"Find someone to dig it out. I believe the contents inside can help Gene on his final journey."

The capital on which Jean relied for survival was the largest territory, but now this capital is gone, Groot was captured when he was leading the team himself, and his heir is a paraplegic lying in bed. Jean only has the last bit of dignity left.

The nobles now hoped that Groot had died at the hands of Zelsa, or that Genn had been completely destroyed, because no one could predict what Zelsa would do with him.

But if it was a dead person, or if Jean had completely fallen, then this hidden worry would naturally not exist. Jean was abolished, and some of the resources and benefits in the capital could be divided up by them in advance, so that they would not wait until Zelsa came to take advantage of him.

Now is indeed the best time.

Ye Yanze was so sure and said it so clearly, obviously he had been preparing for a long time. Ye Yanze was like this, there was no reckless gambling or reckless behavior due to emotions.

He always waits, hiding behind the scenes and pushing gently, waiting for the best opportunity.

Luther didn't feel annoyed at being used at all. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed his lips, as if praising him: "So smart."

Ye Yanze watched him turn around and prepared to send someone to investigate. He smelled a familiar woody scent at the tip of his nose, and Ye Yanze didn't know why he stopped him.

But at this moment, he was indeed being casual.

He didn't look at Luther, but gently rubbed the edges of the pages with his fingers.

"There is a past out there that cannot change the present, maybe you would like to know."

Luther wanted to see his eyes very much, and the moment he called out to him, many random thoughts uncontrollably arose in his mind.

He had never concealed his curiosity about Ye Yanze's past in front of him, but he did not take any further measures to investigate, always holding on to an expectation that went against his reason.

"Go ahead."

Luther woke up as if from a dream, but did not dare to say a word. He only laughed at himself when Luther walked out of the room. There were times when he did not dare to say anything.

Not long after, a strange incident spread in the capital. People repeatedly saw a scarred young man wandering on the streets of the capital in the middle of the night, but when they approached, he quickly disappeared.

The first people who saw it thought it was an illusion, until common people, nobles, and even wizards all encountered the same thing. No matter what method was used, it always appeared and disappeared.

Without exception, they were all dressed in tattered white robes, with iron chains tied to their right feet, covered in blood and with dull eyes.

Several great wizards had no clue, and several great mentors of Saint Tobi could not find the reason. Finally, they had to ask His Royal Highness the Son of God to try to perform purification.

This incident was strange and terrifying, but no one was hurt. Moreover, most people in the royal capital had seen it, and it became the most watched event on the streets.

His Royal Highness the Holy Son agreed and allowed the people of the royal capital to watch from the sidelines.

Therefore, at dusk that day, the lights on the streets where ghosts most often appeared were as bright as day. The scene was even more lively than the purification ceremony. Civilians could not get close to the ceremony, and there were adults all around. But this time they could all get close contact with His Royal Highness the Son of God.

Luther always stayed by his side. There were not many nobles present today. They had seen ghosts in front of their houses almost every night recently, and they couldn't sleep well.

Ye Yanze turned his head and whispered to Luther: "How did you do it?" Luther also leaned over: "It's just a little trick of light and shadow, you just do it casually."

After dusk, the only source of light on the street was the hand-held lamps. The crowd grew larger and larger. Ye Yanze noticed that many of them were wrapped tightly. When they looked at him, there was a hint of timidity on their faces, but more of a hopeful look.

Ye Yanze glanced at the people who were infected with elemental erosion without making a sound. In a city like the royal capital, they were like rats crossing the street. No matter what kind of person they were before or how decent their job was, they would be driven away to Colin District in an instant.

No one knows how elemental erosion spreads, but human nature is to think of it as a plague.

"Look! It appears!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and gradually everyone could see that many young ghost figures with unclear faces appeared here.

They had different features, but they were all teenagers around seventeen or eighteen years old. If you looked a little closer, you could see a few teenagers whose faces were not injured.

Without exception, they all have delicate features, some androgynous beauty, and slender figures.

Ye Yanze looked at them quietly, his light purple eyes reflected the bright yellow light, containing tenderness and sadness. Luther subconsciously grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers.

Several great nobles around him came running over and begged him to deal with it quickly, but Ye Yanze just smiled and pushed them back lightly.

"We have to see what's going on. If we act rashly and fail to solve the problem, you will have to suffer."

Suddenly, a woman's heart-wrenching scream was heard from the crowd. The whispered conversations were choked. A woman in a plain long dress with disheveled hair rushed over. People didn't know what was going on, but they all made way.

"Yuya! That's my child! Yuya!" She spoke incoherently and looked crazy. Soon a man pushed through the crowd and came over to hug the woman, looking in disbelief at the young man with empty eyes wandering around.

Ye Yanze glanced at Luther and was about to go there, but the nobles on the side immediately stopped him in panic. They were kidding, it was the Son of God they invited, if something happened, no one could afford it, but Luther's half-smiley look made them swallow their tears.

"What's wrong?" Ye Yanze had already walked over to them, stopped the woman who was about to pounce on him, and said gently, "Don't disturb him."

This sentence gradually calmed her down, and she stared at the boy wandering not far away with tears on her face. Ye Yanze looked at the man with tears on his face and asked him directly: "Are you sure that is your son?"

The man was a little incoherent at first, but then he took a few breaths and explained the matter clearly. Their family was a civilian merchant, and they didn't have any elemental talents. Yuya didn't want to stay in the capital all the time, and always wanted to travel around.

After the college holiday, he said he was going out to find a job, but at some point he lost contact. After he disappeared, his family tried every means to find out that he had gone to work as a servant in the home of some noble lord, but there has been no news since then.

The search lasted for six or seven years, but because it involved nobles, no one was willing to help them. Now they have no idea where Yuya has gone, or whether he is dead or alive.

Now they saw their long-missed son again under such circumstances, which also meant that Yuya had passed away.

Civilians were everywhere, all showing expressions of pity and sighing.

The nobles behind him had changed their expressions, as if they had just woken up from a dream. Except for a few sheriffs, all the people guarding this circle were Hilt's men. They stared at the person in front of them, afraid to hear the name of any lord.

If he had known that he could get into such trouble, he would never have dared to do it even if he was scared to death.

He only listened to a few words and already knew what it was. This was not a new thing among the nobles. It was probably something that some master or young master had done.

Ye Yanze had already comforted them and promised to investigate thoroughly. His face was a little cold. The sheriff was hesitant to speak, and was trembling with fear and dared not say anything.

Ye Yanze stood in the middle, the closest place to the people, raised his left hand, and let Luther hold his right hand. Luther keenly felt that his fingertips were a little cold, so he closed his palm and wrapped it around him.

“Purification.”

This time the golden light was soft and scattered, like little fireflies flying in the dark night, flashing. They scattered among the crowd, fell on the people, and some of them merged into the wandering teenagers.

When everyone was immersed in this scene, the wandering teenagers suddenly stopped. The scene was really scary because they began to float away into the distance.

Everyone followed, but after a few steps they were about to enter the noble area. At this time, even a fool could guess something. But the people did not dare to express their dissatisfaction loudly, but only looked at the noble lords and sheriffs with a hidden gaze.

"Go and have a look. Everyone who has seen these young men deserves to know the truth."

Ye Yanze allowed them to enter in a calm voice, and Luther also nodded slightly. No one dared to say anything now.

The person who took the lead in inviting the Son of God knew that this was going to cause trouble and immediately came out to stop it.

"It's inappropriate to bring so many civilians directly into the adults' residence."

Luther laughed directly: "If you have any opinions, you can publicly impeach me at the joint meeting tomorrow."

With what he said, what else could he say? He could only pray silently that it wasn't Eli, or that it was some big family that was not easy to mess with...

But if it was Gene... He suddenly realized what was happening, and his expression changed immediately, even smiling. He immediately took small steps forward, walked up to the two of them, and said.

"It seems like these young men are heading towards Gene's manor?"

His acting was poor, but the people heard it and began to speculate. Ye Yanze ignored his temporary retreat and just looked at their backs, letting the light particles accompany them and illuminate the road.

There would be no surprises in the outcome, but the nobles on the side still breathed a sigh of relief when they really saw those young men floating into Gene's manor.

When the interests of these people stand together with justice, they must be the ones who are most committed to upholding justice.

Soon, the boy's skeleton was dug up in Gene's back garden, and the digging lasted for three days. Ye Yanze did not watch them digging the body, but stood in front of the dilapidated wooden house beside the garden.

Luther stood beside him, unable to understand his eyes, but only saw a hint of a relieved smile.

The usually foolish and incompetent sheriffs suddenly investigated quickly and thought quickly, and soon got the answers from their servants.

As the only son of the Gene family, before he became like this, Dina ordered his subordinates to collect some good-looking young men for his entertainment. Of course, many of them were not willing, so the means were cruel, and those who were killed became fertilizer for the flowers.

Later, this matter was heard by Groot, the head of the Gene family. He was of course furious, but what he could not accept was that his own son could not even handle such a matter properly, and had someone report it to him, which was a dishonest act.

Then something happened to Dina, and he became a complete disabled person. Groot then "dealt with" everything for his son in his own way.

When the nobles who were preparing to impeach Luther heard about this, their attitudes immediately changed and they urged for a severe punishment. The noble families argued for several rounds over the trial and sentencing, but they were only concerned with the distribution of property and the handling of the remaining members of Gene's faction.

In front of them, Dana was just the guy lying on the bed waiting to die.

Ye Yanze propped up his head and listened to their quarrel with a cold expression. Luther saw his emotions and took his hand to leave early.

But who dared to say anything? Zelza was coming with such force that if they couldn't reach an agreement later, Hilt would have to use force to suppress the enemy.

Outside the Joint Conference are beautiful and sacred towering columns and arched carved pillars. The flower beds are filled with flowers that are suitable for blooming at this time of year, exuding elegance and sacredness everywhere.

But in reality, it’s just a group of greedy hyenas sharing food every day.

Ye Yanze looked into Luther's eyes. It was the first time that he looked at him for such a long time. His dark blue eyes were calm and elegant. He was used to smiling, and had some arrogance of a person who was used to being in a superior position.

But lately he seemed to be looking at him more and more with a look that concealed pleading.

Ye Yanze reached out, grabbed his hand, and slowly placed it against his forehead.

"I saw what you did that day in the royal court."

Luther's fingers touched his forehead and he trembled a little. He looked at Ye Yanze and finally asked him: "Am I..." to you?

He smiled and stopped talking before he finished. He was not Zelsa. He always knew Ye Yanze's degree and would not force the other party to give something.

Ye Yanze slowly closed his eyes, Luther also closed his eyes, and a light blue light lit up.

Luther opened his eyes, and saw darkness in front of him. He could only barely see a little moonlight leaking on his face through the gap in the wooden board. He saw "himself" stretching out his hand and trying to grasp the soft moonlight. His arm was frighteningly thin and covered with old wounds.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of stones hitting the ground, and a small stone hit him. He subconsciously looked over and saw a young man in a white robe lying at the door and calling him softly.

"Hey! Are you...are you dead?"

The light was dim, and he turned around to see a face that was a mixture of anxiety and fear. The candlelight moved slightly, and Luther recognized that it was Yuya.