Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens

Time will not stop flowing because of someone or something.

At first, Luke hung a calendar in his room and turned a new page every day, but he stopped after he went out with Trela ​​and never touched it again.

The calendar became a decoration in their room, blending naturally with other unchanged furniture and furnishings, until one day Luke found that it had been there for ten years and finally threw it away.

Today, Trela ​​chose a brown classical long dress, a top hat and a half-covered black veil, which is a very universal dress.

As she got older, Trela, who used to like dressing up, gradually lost interest in dressing herself up, and instead began to care about Luke's image. She chose a decent and complicated aristocratic costume for Luke and helped him dress up bit by bit.

"Actually I want to wear something simple."

"You've watched Anrui grow up, so his wedding should be grand as an elder."

Treila compared various men's hats, and finally couldn't bear to cover her elf hair, so she tied her hair into a ponytail with a red string.

"And dressing you is my pleasure... open your arms."

Luke followed Treila's movements and said softly: "But it's not good to steal the show on the wedding day, and Anrui doesn't like me very much."

"Why doesn't he like you? He has been sticking to you since he was a child, but the girl he likes dumped him after seeing you." Treila couldn't help laughing.

The expression on Amir's face when he heard his son complaining was so wonderful. He didn't expect that his son would encounter the same thing he encountered back then. The nearly sixty-year-old man almost shed tears.

"Is it true that all the immortals are born particularly well? It is said that the appearance of the demons is also outstanding."

"Appearance is a very subjective thing, and dwarves are not very popular among humans." Luke answered straightforwardly and glanced at Trela, "You don't seem to be very angry?"

"It's a bit difficult to imagine me being jealous of those girls in their twenties now."

Trela ​​buttoned up the last button and looked at Luke with smiling eyes, "Human emotions change wonderfully. When I was in my thirties and forties, I found that other women would feel angry if they looked at you for a second, but now I just feel proud. Maybe you can study this topic."

Hearing this, Luke turned his head and looked at Trela ​​with a strange expression: "You are not raising me as your son, are you?"

"Recently, when I went out with you, some people did mistake us for mother and son. Should I call you mom?"

Trela ​​said calmly.

At first, when the two of them went out, they would be regarded as a normal couple, and then gradually transitioned to a sister-brother relationship. Then, some people regarded Luke as her lover, and in recent years, they were more often regarded as mother and son.

Luke shook his head, causing Tleila to sigh.

"It's so unfair, I call you dad."

"I told you not to call me that a long time ago."

The two walked out hand in hand, got on the carriage prepared in advance, and staggered back to the Campbell Mansion, which was gradually becoming unfamiliar.

At the door, Amir and Sally were waiting for them.

"You are so slow."

Amir still had some moisture from the late autumn morning on his body, and it seemed that he had been standing for a long time. His voice became old and there was a bit of dissatisfaction.

"Aren't we the first to arrive?"

Luke raised his eyebrows. There was not a single carriage parked near the mansion.

"I've been waiting for you since early in the morning. I haven't seen you for five or six years. Can't you be more enthusiastic?" Amir complained and took the two people to sit in the inner room.

It has been twenty years since they moved out of the mansion. Amir is already fifty-eight years old. His once strong body has slowly shrunk, and his golden hair is also fading and turning white. In this world where the average life expectancy of humans is less than seventy years, he is already a pure old man.

Sally and Trela ​​were better. They both looked well and didn't age prematurely like Ms. Royne. Although they gradually developed wrinkles and their looks faded, they were in good health.

"We won't disturb you men from reminiscing about the past."

Sally and Trela ​​walked over and discussed some details of the wedding while chatting and laughing.

After they left, Luke touched Amir's head and felt that his son had changed a lot and was much older than before.

"I will come earlier next time."

"You'd better!"

Amir glared at him and complained to him, "Why are you dressed so beautifully? It's not enough to show off to me, you want to show off to my son?"

"Treila had to put it on me. If you are not satisfied, go and complain to her."

"I dare not do that. If I make her angry, I will make you angry. Then you will beat me up again."

"I dare not touch you easily if you are like this now. I won't beat you."

"Who are you looking down on? I can still beat you!"

Amir was a little annoyed by this remark. He pretended to stand up and gesture a few times. Seeing that Luke didn't stop him, he quickly gave up and reluctantly argued a few words.

"Forget it, today..."

Luke interrupted him and rarely had a little interest in teasing: "Today's weather is not suitable for competition. The grass is too slippery, and you are not in good condition..."

The familiar words made Amir stunned for a moment. He did not laugh or change the subject awkwardly as Luke thought, but stared at Luke closely and spoke for a long time.

"The mansion has aged badly in recent years. It was renovated a while ago, and many places have been demolished. The lawn where we competed when we were young is gone, but there are still some things left in the utility room. Let's go and see it after the wedding?"

Luke, who was a little confused by his reaction, nodded, "Okay."

After sitting for a while, the noise outside gradually became noisy. The guests came together. Seeing that it was almost time, the two walked out of the house and came to the wedding scene.

Treila and Sally were jointly giving careful instructions to a young man in a groom's suit. The young man had dazzling blond hair and handsome features, and he was 50% similar to Amir when he was young. This was Anrui when he grew up.

Anrui's face was obviously a little impatient, but he still suppressed his temper and listened. When he saw Luke, he showed a trace of joy, and then seemed to think of something and turned his head away with a sullen face.

Amir was unhappy at the time. He walked up to the young man and slapped him hard on the head regardless of the fact that his child was getting married today.

"Your uncle came back specially to attend your wedding. Who is he showing his disdain to? Call someone!"

An Rui looked at Amir fearfully and called "Uncle Luke" reluctantly.

Luke didn't care about the child's impoliteness and smiled and took out a voucher and handed it over.

"This is a gift for you. Happy wedding."

An Rui took the voucher and glanced at it, slowly opening his mouth, "The patent share of the basic attack improvement magic?"

"As long as I am alive, the Magic Association is still there, and the basic attack improvement magic has not been replaced by a new one, you can keep receiving money. It should not be a problem to cope with the daily expenses of the Campbell family."

Without the threat of the demons, the Magic Association probably won't change easily, and the corrupt sage is hiding in Erde like other big demons. The next magic improvement is a long way off. This patent will become the most solid foundation of the Campbell family.

"No, this is too expensive."

Amir shook his head and wanted to return it. An Rui was unwilling to accept it and apologized sincerely.

"Uncle, I'm glad you can come. You don't have to give me such an expensive gift." An Rui glanced at Luke's outfit and his face fell. "It would be better if you could dress more simply. You're going to steal my limelight."

"He's right about that."

Amir, who had the same experience, nodded in approval.

Under Luke's insistence, the patent was finally given out.

This wedding was very formal, meticulous, and the process was so normal that it made people sleepy.

Watching An Rui and his shy new wife exchange wedding rings and kiss each other, the master of ceremonies announced that the ceremony was over and the two were officially married, and Trela ​​sighed.

"I suddenly think a normal wedding is not bad."

"Most people should agree that the half-century meteor shower and the flower field magic are more romantic than this."

Trela ​​smiled and lowered her eyes, "That's right."

After the wedding, Amir took Luke to an empty room.

There were some sundries stored inside, but it wasn't messy, probably because someone had carefully cleaned it up. In the most conspicuous place, there were two wooden swords that looked small and were probably for children.

He picked up one and handed the other to Luke, chattering like the older Luo Yin back then.

"This is what I left behind. One for you and one for me. Remember to take them with you when you leave tomorrow."

"Yes."

"I wanted to keep the steel sword I used later, but it was broken and Uncle Arnold disposed of it. Do you remember Uncle Arnold? He was our housekeeper, the one who was always serious."

"I remember."

"You couldn't get used to the food at home before, so you taught Chef Bal some strange dishes. Later, it should be Trela ​​who cooked for you. Are you used to it?"

"Thirty years, no matter how unaccustomed you are, you will get used to it."

"A while ago, a painter said that my mother had booked a maintenance for your painting. Now it looks like a new one. I will take you to see it later."

"Okay, I will go and see it later."

"The armor and sword my mother prepared for me are damaged. Is your rosewood staff still intact?"

"It has always been there."

As he spoke, Amir sighed and touched a peculiarly shaped ornament on his chest.

This is the graduation certificate that Lanis gave him when he left home to join the army.

"I miss teacher Lanis a little bit, but I sent many people to look for her but she is nowhere to be found. She hasn't come back to see me for thirty years. Even if she doesn't come back to see me, she should come to see you."

Luke replied calmly: "Thirty years is nothing to her."

"I know, but I just feel that I will probably never see my teacher again in this life."

Amir looked at this playmate who grew up with him, recalled the baby appearance when they first met, the boy appearance when he and he fought swords together, and then looked at him as a young man forgotten by time, his eyes were a little sour.

He turned around, raised his hand to wipe his face, and quickly put it down, with his back to Luke, his voice was a little trembling.

"Luke."

"Come back to see me often, I won't live long."