I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

St. Petersburg, which Bennett had visited once, was impressive, a dead city, but no matter what, the people here were alive.

Now, there is no living person here.

People's bones piled up in the corners, the stench filled the entire city, and flies became the revelers here. Whether indifference or numbness, it had nothing to do with these people.

The church had no intention of dealing with this place, so they just let the bodies rot and stink. However, there seemed to be no point in dealing with it. In fact, people who knew about this didn't care whether these people lived or died.

People who might care about these people may not know about this, or even if they know, there is nothing they can do. For example, Beth knows about it, but there are so many dead bodies in a city, what can she do with them?

No, even to dig a pit to bury these people, she would have to dig for several months or even a year without rest.

Beth picked up a blood-stained indulgence and stared at the hand-painted pattern on it in a daze.

It was not until a gust of wind blew, bringing up the stench of the place, mixed with the black ash from burning, and rendering the world the color of hell, that Beth slowly woke up.

She turned her back to Bennett and said:

"Just say what you want to say."

Bennett pulled his hood down:

"Throw away that paper. It stinks."

"Yeah, it stinks."

Beth gently loosened her hand, and the blood-stained waste paper was carried away by the fishy wind.

"Bennett, I haven't seen your natural disasters yet. Release them here and bury them at the same time."

"Okay, why don't you pray for them? At least you can help them to be liberated."

Beth looked back at Bennett and said in a mocking tone:

"What are you doing? Are you trying to comfort yourself or the wailing souls? They don't need comfort, they need revenge, and the one who avenges them is me, not God."

"Yes, I'm sorry, I offended you."

The rune lit up, and Bennett pulled out a space crack from the side.

"Please, my natural disasters are not something a saint can withstand."

Beth looked at Bennett's sunken cheeks under his hood. He seemed to rarely show any expression in front of outsiders, and always looked like he was trying hard to suppress his anger.

"Okay, I also want to see what kind of natural disaster is worthy of the name 'Scorching Sun'."

Beth went straight through the space crack. If Bennett had any bad intentions, he could throw Beth into outer space at this moment, but Beth did not hesitate and gave Bennett full trust.

After closing the space rift, Bennett observed the city again and accumulated his magic power to the threshold that could destroy the city.

Whether these people are alive or not, St. Petersburg is a dead city, and the people who die here are not 'alive people', and death in this city will never change.

The stone slabs on its floor are always clean, the statues on its walls are never touched by anyone, and every corner of it will never be dirty.

It is so beautiful here, if it weren't for the people, it would be the ideal city.

But it is the people here that make this beauty seem so pale.

Without the people here, nothing here would ever be realized.

The city is always clean, the elderly have a place to rely on, the young are well cared for, there is no discrimination between jobs, and people are always equal.

It was not achieved through human virtue, but through human indifference and numbness.

Perhaps the world is inherently numb and indifferent.

A long sword with a rolled blade was stuck on a rotten corpse in the corner. Judging from his clothes, he seemed to be a wealthy businessman. He was holding a necklace in his hand, and next to him was the emblem of the St. Petersburg nobility.

It seems that he was venting his anger on the nobles.

Bennett opened his hands. There was no gemstone or gold on the necklace. It was just a small flip-up portrait mirror. The portrait was very small but very vivid. It would take a lot of effort to find a master painter to present it like this.

Above is a young businessman and a beautiful lady.

The beautiful lady held the arm of the handsome gentleman, and they both smiled happily, full of happiness.

The clothes on the corpse are exactly the same as in the portrait. The gentleman is lying here, and I don’t know where the lady has gone.

Bennett stuffed the necklace into the merchant's chest pocket.

Important things should be placed in the heart of the dead.

There were all kinds of people lying on the street, small vendors, farmers, mercenaries, knights, and the rest were people in white clothes.

Bennett stepped over their bodies and headed toward the center of the city.

He thought of the city infected by the plague. The people there used to be alive, but there was nothing that could be done. If they were not destroyed, the plague would migrate along the rivers and along with the animals arriving in the spring, affecting the entire empire.

This place is about to be baptized by natural disasters. All the people here are dead. Some have lived, and some have not. The people who have lived have killed those who have not lived.

Who is worse between the two?

Why kill each other?

Which one of them can be happy?

It's ridiculous and a pity that the ones who can gain benefits and happiness are not among them.

Fighting cannot change their world. On the contrary, the more cruelly they kill and the more they struggle, the more money those who actually profit make and the happier they are.

The center of the city seems to always look the same: a square, and then a statue of God. In St. Petersburg, there is a cross in the center of the square.

There are corpses everywhere here as well, and the stone crosses are tall and solid and will never collapse.

It certainly didn't collapse.

The light passed through the cross, casting a shadow on the body on the ground, as if covering up these sins.

But this cross is too thin and cannot stop the corpses scattered all over the world.

The accumulation of magic power is complete.

White light began to spread from Bennett's side, and the high temperature brought a shock wave, first passing through the cross. The moment it fell, it shattered, melted, and then disappeared.

The necklace on the merchant's chest, along with his heart, turned into ashes in an instant.

The white light spread quickly, and before the burning caused by the high temperature even began, it was integrated into the light, and everything turned orange-red, the color of the sun.

In the woods 50 kilometers away, Beth stood on the top of a tree and watched everything in the city begin to disappear from the center, and then a second sun was born in the world.

The high temperature and shock wave reached the woods where Beth was, and the woods instantly became a sea of ​​fire. Beth fell into the flames, but the flames could not hurt her. The golden light covered her body, and the flames became a foil and a stage to support her.

The sun gradually set, and the sun in the city also set.

Only the woods were still burning, and Beth's side was still burning.

A space crack appeared beside Beth, and Bennett walked out of it. A gust of magical wind blew, and the flame completed its mission and slowly dissipated.

"Let's find a place to rest."

"Without a wizard tower, my teleportation range cannot reach the city. Let's find a clean place to set up a tent."

"Row."