The other party was really daring to think that way, but they probably didn't expect that there would be someone so bold in this world who would dare to enter the Demon Lord's castle alone.
The last person who caused a ruckus in the Demon Lord's castle was that shopkeeper who could never earn money, but even he came here with a team.
Roa sighed and didn't say anything else. He opened the system interface and started to return to the main world.
This adventure would end here. He would go back and deal with some of the things in that world first.
Almost the instant Roa's finger touched the system interface, a blue light enveloped Roa.
Roa felt like the back of his head had been struck by a blunt object.
Even with Roa's mental strength, he felt a slight daze. The next moment, a strong sense of weightlessness enveloped Roa. When Roa came back to his senses, he was standing on a somewhat barren ground.
Roa was wearing a long-sleeved shirt because the Grasping Heavens world was in autumn. However, it was already starting to snow here.
Was it snowing?
Roa reached out his hand, and snowflakes fluttered into Roa's palm, quickly melting from the warmth of Roa's palm, turning into a touch of coolness.
Roa looked at the artifact at his waist. The Fairy's Pocket was still hanging at his waist.
Roa took out the Guardian Cloak, a symbol of the Knight of Honor, and put it on. He looked around and finally walked towards the town.
The snow had enveloped the entire world, and everything was a vast expanse of white.
The exhaled mist rose into the air and quickly dissipated.
The biting cold wind blew, hitting Roa's cheeks. Roa didn't return to the Fittoa Territory, nor did he go to see Paul and the others. Instead, he headed to the Holy Land of Swords.
He still had some things to deal with.
But before that, he would adjust the time flow rate first.
After paying some Space-Time Force and thinking for a moment, Roa chose to adjust the rate to 5:1.
In other words, he planned to spend five months in the Mushoku Tensei world to deal with the subsequent troubles.
After dealing with the troubles, he would go back and take the artifact directly, and by the way, end the mission in that world, and conveniently collect a sum of mission story points and Space-Time Force.
Along the way, Roa was constantly thinking. He didn't know when, but the young man was already standing at the entrance of the Holy Land of Swords.
A series of footprints were left on the snowy ground.
A disciple standing at the door yawned, and frowned subconsciously when he saw someone approaching, preparing to scold them.
But when he saw Roa's appearance clearly, he instantly shuddered and quickly bowed, "Lord Sword God."
Lord Sword God.
The other party's voice pulled Roa's thoughts back to reality. Roa raised his eyes and looked at the young man standing at the door, nodded slightly, and then strode forward.
The heavy snow covered the outside world, and the Holy Land of Swords was no exception.
Roa didn't know how much time had passed, but it seemed that winter had come particularly early to the Holy Land of Swords.
The old Sword God was rarely merciful for once, giving everyone more time to rest in winter, but they still had to train and take exams.
Snowflakes fell on Roa's hair. Roa could use magic to prevent the small snowflakes from touching him, but he didn't do so.
It had been a while since he had seen such a snowy scene, and he felt somewhat nostalgic.
The sky was gray, and he didn't know what time it was. This kind of weather could be morning or afternoon. Winter weather was always like this.
Anyway, it couldn't be night.
At this time, the students were in twos and threes, quite lazy. Some were gathered to talk, some were playing cards (playing cards were made by Rudeus), and some simply started bragging about their deeds with some girls, hoping to gain the admiration of those young girls.
Roa walked past the gate and came to the courtyard of the dojo. Roa raised his eyes and looked at the evergreen tree in the yard.
The originally lush trees were now withered, leaving only bare branches.
Roa didn't speak. He just came to take a look, stood for a moment, and then planned to leave.
However, someone saw Roa and shouted, "Lord Sword God!"
This shout of Lord Sword God startled almost everyone. However, the young man sitting there playing cards casually said, "Isn't the old Sword God sleeping in the house? Where would he come over at this time?"
He thought it was a prank by his companions, so he ignored it and continued playing the cards in his hand.
However, he quickly realized that something was wrong.
The surroundings quickly quieted down, and the originally noisy sounds disappeared at this moment.
The young man playing cards swallowed and turned his head to look, just in time to see the young man in knight's armor in the center of the courtyard.
He swallowed and quickly bowed, "Lord Sword God."
The old Sword God had a very high reputation in the Holy Land of Swords. Although he had lost to Roa, the two had no grudges, and they got along very well. It was this harmony that made the Holy Land of Swords quite peaceful and comfortable.
And everyone was willing to call Gal the old Sword God.
Of course, Gal would usually scold them with a straight face when he heard them call him that.
But he couldn't stop everyone from secretly calling him that in private.
Over time, Gal saw that he couldn't control it, so he turned a blind eye.
The movements of the disciples stopped, and everyone bowed and saluted, "Lord Sword God."
Roa turned around and saw those young or mature faces. This was the younger generation of the Holy Land of Swords, the next generation.
The inheritance of the Sword God Style had always been passed down from generation to generation. This batch of Holy Land of Swords students were all valuable network resources.
Roa's eyes moved slightly, and he casually said, "You continue, don't mind me."
Then he walked towards the small house at the innermost part of the dojo.
That was Gal's house. The house wasn't anything special. If anything, it was much more spacious than the small houses outside.
Roa stood outside the door and knocked. A slightly old but strong voice quickly came from inside.
"Come in."
Roa pushed the door open and saw Gal sitting in a chair, staring blankly at the flames on the fireplace. He didn't seem surprised to see Roa, and pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit down."
Roa nodded, strode forward, pushed the chair open and sat down. The two sat face to face.
Gal casually said, "You are much more polite than that guy Paul. At least you knock on the door."
The first sentence he said mentioned Paul again.
It seemed that Gal really had a big opinion of Paul.
Roa was a little speechless and didn't pick up on this topic.
Gal just said it casually and didn't mean anything else. He turned to a serious expression and said, "What's the matter?"