Your notoriety is known to everyone.

"This is not something you should consider." Elena glanced at Rogers with disdain.

She admitted that Rogers was very cunning and his performance just now was amazing, but the content of the written test covered an extremely wide range. Even the sons of nobles who had undergone the strict imperial court education could not guarantee that they would be able to take the first place.

Chapter 18: The Mysterious Guy

Rogers didn't care about Elena's questioning, he just shrugged and didn't reply.

He looked forward along the gray-white marble road beneath his feet, taking in the scenery of Saint Herte ahead.

He had already memorized the map of this place by heart when playing the game, but when he was actually there, he felt a different kind of emotion.

"He won't really..." Seeing that Rogers was too lazy to respond, Elena frowned slightly. She suddenly had a premonition that was inconsistent with her previous judgment - this guy couldn't really do it.

During the trial in front of the door just now, the lingering sound of Rogers reciting the maxims would occasionally appear in her mind.

She initially thought that Rogers had simply read these words and phrases by accident in some ancient books, and happened to use them to solve the puzzle given in the trial.

But will the Gate of Saint Herte really produce such a grand vision just because of this coincidence?

Elina had wanted to ask Rogers this question before she entered the campus, but after asking Rogers the question before, the unbearable memories of being teased came flooding back to her, and she blocked the urge to ask the question in her throat.

At this moment, she looked at Rogers. Although he was admiring the scenery of Saint Herte like most of the students around him, there was something more indescribable in his eyes.

It seemed as if he was reminiscing, or searching with a purpose, but with the same sense of novelty as a new student entering Saint Herte.

Such a complex expression was magically blended together.

As they spent more time together, not only did Elina not get any answers from Rogers, but she discovered more and more puzzles, which seemed to be forming some kind of obsession in her heart.

Suddenly, Rogers felt his hair stand on end. He turned his head to look at the source of this ominous feeling, only to see Elena staring at him intently with a gaze that was extremely familiar to him and even more passionate than usual.

"I'm warning you, there's no trial fog covering this place, and we've already entered the school gate." Rogers tensed his whole body as he spoke, slowly approaching behind Lufia, having already thought of a defensive strategy.

Rufia's eyes trembled slightly when she heard that, and she pursed her lips tightly as she stood silently between the two friends. She didn't understand why the two people who were so harmonious just now seemed to be on the verge of a "conflict" again.

Seeing this, Elina snorted and gave up. She put her arm around Rufia and started talking to her about her future plans in Saint Herte.

"Fortunately, she still knows what decency is." Rogers breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the other party's reaction.

Just as the three of them were maintaining a delicate balance, Caspar suddenly walked over.

He bowed to Rufia, his eyes filled with determination and concern, and expressed his advice with an extremely sincere expression:

"Your Highness Lufia, I follow the guidance of chivalric ethics and stand before you as your most loyal squire and your most sincere friend. I beg you to stay away from Rogers Brid!

"Bad friends will corrupt good habits. Rogers' sinister nature may gradually erode your good qualities!"

Caspar's voice was loud to begin with, and it soon attracted the attention of everyone around him, and the atmosphere became weird for a moment.

Ever since the confrontation with Rogers at the observatory, Caspar had been disliked by Prince Reuel.

When the prince went up to the tower to see Rogers again, he actually ordered his identity to be revoked!

It was definitely because Rogers made shameful slanders against the prince that he suffered such humiliating treatment!

Kaspar had spent the past month fantasizing about returning this humiliation many times over.

He originally thought that Logos' reputation as a bad boy would definitely cause him to be spurned and targeted by his classmates in Saint Hert, and that they could even unite everyone to give this damned guy the punishment he deserved.

However, not only did Logos not receive the treatment he deserved, but he was able to be so close to Lufia, which made him unable to bear the surging anger in his heart any longer.

"Caspar, have you ever seen Rogers do evil?"

Lufia asked back slightly annoyed. This was not the first time she had heard the other party say this.

She had witnessed the beginning of all the rumors at the Skarlo Market. At that time, the Saint had no aversion to Logos. Instead, after her brother injured Logos, the Saint showed an expression of great worry.

In the past month, Rogers has not only been teaching her chess patiently every day, but also occasionally tells her some beautiful fairy tales that she has never heard of before.

Everything that happened between the two of them made her certain of how ridiculous the rumors in the outside world were.

"Your Highness Lufia..."

Caspar opened his mouth to speak, but another unexpected voice interrupted him.

"Is it your chivalrous ethics to disregard etiquette in front of your classmates and use despicable rumors to humiliate the person who just did you a favor?" Derek, with a fierce look on his face, took the initiative to step forward and support Rogers.

Rogers looked at him in surprise and gave him a look of gratitude.

Then he watched Kaspar's performance with great interest, as if he were watching a clown in a farce.

To be honest, this kid is a bit annoying, but at least he can help kill some boring waiting time.

Kaspar clenched his fists, looking at Derek approaching step by step and his fierce and cruel eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little retreat in his heart.

"I hope you haven't forgotten what I said. After you are promoted to bronze, I don't think you can have any excuses."

He gritted his teeth and said something harsh to Rogers, then turned around and walked away angrily in front of everyone's gaze.

"What is that? A green shooting star?!"

Among the crowd watching the melons, someone suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted.

Rogers also looked up and saw a ray of emerald green light arcing towards them from the sky, and in the blink of an eye it landed in front of everyone.

After the light faded, an old man with brown-grey hair appeared.

He was wearing an old-fashioned cloak and leaning on an oak staff that was taller than he was.

What attracted everyone's attention most was the pair of spectacular and exquisite antlers towering above the old man's head.

They are thick and winding, covered with emerald green vines that twist around the antlers, creating a vibrant picture.

"My name is Idrul. I am the professor who will be taking you to the examination room, and I will also be the invigilator of your entrance examination."

Idrul tried his best to use his most friendly tone and introduced himself to the freshmen with a smile.

Many professors of St. Herte had not expected that this gate trial could be concluded so quickly. After seeing Rogers's performance, they were extremely excited. In the end, they even had a dispute over who would serve as the receptionist for the new students.

The professors each insisted on their own opinions and refused to give in to each other. It took a long time for them to choose Idrul, which led to the situation that Rogers and others had to wait for so long.

After Idrul finished speaking, he would occasionally glance at Rogers with a "kind" look, causing the latter to feel a shudder inexplicably.

Chapter 19 Special Examination Papers and Recommended Nominations

Idrul's words made the people at the scene temporarily put aside their attention on Rogers and his group, and they all became nervous and expectant, preparing themselves mentally for the upcoming exam.

They followed Idrul's footsteps, gradually leaving the Saint Herte Gate and passing through towering towers, exquisitely carved columns and magnificent palaces of various styles.

Occasionally, seniors wearing colorful magic robes would pass by them hurriedly. Some of them would even stop to say hello to them or make a few gestures to encourage them.

Rogers silently glanced at the school emblem on the chest and appearance of the person who came, looking for any plot characters that had appeared in the game.

Soon, the freshmen, led by Idrul, entered a spiral tower. The walls of the corridors in the tower were decorated with various lifelike drawings and murals.

Among them are exquisite portraits and magnificent sights.

Many freshmen were attracted by the ancient and solemn atmosphere in the painting and stayed there. They slowly came back to their senses after Idrul coughed lightly. Then they followed the professor with embarrassed expressions, not daring to look around casually.

Finally, they walked into a spacious and bright stepped classroom. The entire space inside the classroom was like a staircase stage, with seats of different heights distributed upwards. Each level of seats had a comfortable curvature and soft fur cushions.

The sunlight shines through the tall and narrow window frames, casting a golden glow.

Rogers consciously sat down in the second to last row of the classroom, right next to the window.

He squinted his eyes and leaned back in his chair. A familiar feeling quickly came over him, as if he could fall into a baby-like sleep at any time as long as he lay down on the long wooden table in front of him.

Memories of his school days in his previous life kept flashing through his mind, causing him to sigh.

He didn't expect that after traveling through time, he would still have to endure the torment of studying, but he didn't hate this feeling. Instead, he was somewhat excited to be able to experience his youth again.

However, the gaze that followed him like a shadow made Rogers feel a little complicated. He stared at Elena who was sitting next to him with caution, and he wanted to wrap a piece of cloth around the girl's eyes immediately.

"You walked straight to this seat as soon as you entered the classroom." Elina's snow-white eyelashes cast a layer of shadow on her amber eyes, and her pupils were filled with scrutiny.

"Shall we make a bet? As long as you win, I will answer your three questions seriously. If I win, you have to correct your bad habits according to my suggestions." Rogers was a little scared by being looked at, and suggested.

"No bet." Elina sneered: "Anyway, you will definitely either play some tricks to make me spend my time on meaningless things, or you will only tell me part of the truth, and this part of the truth will definitely lead me to the wrong path."

Rogers opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Seeing that Rogers was at a loss for words, Elina said no more. She chuckled disdainfully, took out a hairband, tied up the hair that was scattered on her shoulders, and turned to talk to Lufia beside her about the upcoming exam.

“What about trust between people?”

Rogers sighed imperceptibly, wondering when the trust between them began to collapse.

thump—

The sound of Idrul's oak stick hitting the ground was clearly heard throughout the classroom. He cleared his throat and began to talk about Saint Herte's educational philosophy and the deeds of the sages who had come out of Saint Herte in the past.

After a long while, the rules and content of the exam were finally mentioned.

He would use magic to block the examinees' vision and hearing to a limited extent, so that they would not be able to whisper to each other or peek at other people's test papers.

Secondly, there is no specific regulation on the duration of the exam. As long as you submit the test paper issued by him before sunset, it doesn’t matter even if you can’t finish it.

Or as he said, it is normal not to finish the work.

Finally, Idrul explained every detail carefully to the candidates. As he tapped the ground with his oak stick again, dozens of test papers, pure white feather pens and small bottles of ink magically appeared in front of each candidate's desk with emerald green fluorescence.

However, not everyone received their own test paper. Rogers only had pen and ink in front of him, and he did not encounter the so-called limited closure of vision and hearing.

Just when he was wondering if there was a bug in the professor's magic, a figure suddenly appeared beside him, completely blocking the sunlight coming in from the window.

Rogers looked up and saw Idrul standing beside him. His weathered old face was filled with a loving expression, as if Idrul was not supervising the candidates at the moment, but looking after his own grandson.

"Child, you are different from them. This is the test paper I prepared specially for you." Idrul took out a stack of papers from his wide sleeves and handed it to Rogers affectionately:

"I am the dean of Hilmi College, and I have a quota for college nomination. As long as you do well in these papers, you can directly enter the college I manage without going through tedious assessments."

It seemed as if Idrul was afraid that Rogers didn't know the status of Hilmi Academy in Saint Hert, so he kept talking about Hilmi's long history and glorious past, as well as the many benefits of joining the academy.

"If I do well, can I be the chief?" Rogers took the paper, glanced at it, and asked respectfully.

He understood why he received special care from the old professor. After all, the "Ecclesiastes" and "The Emerald Record" he recited during the trial in front of the gate were, according to legend, one the works of King Solomon and the other the aphorisms of Hermes, who was thrice as great.

These two need not be called sages; they can even be called founders and pioneers in their respective fields of mysticism.

"You answer the questions first, and I promise to give you a chance to compete for the first place." Idrul said with a smile, stroking his beard.

Rogers nodded obediently. In fact, being able to enter Hilmi Academy was already beyond his expectations, but he always hoped to get more.

There are a total of twenty-four test papers, and the first ten cover metaphysics, logic, mathematics, etc., which are science-oriented questions.

The next fourteen questions were all subjective questions on ethics and morality.

The former is easy to explain. As a small town test-taker who has studied hard for more than ten years and finally got into a prestigious university, these "backward" science questions are not taken seriously at all. He can even write different solutions for many questions under different thinking modes.

When it comes to metaphysics, he can talk about the various doctrines of many philosophical schools; when it comes to logic, he can talk about everything from syllogistic formal logic to classical symbolic logic; as for mathematics, there is even less need to say.

However, Rogers still planned to keep a low profile. If he was too ahead of his time, some unexpected events that he could not predict might occur.

As for the ethical and moral questions that followed, he thought about it and decided to use the ideas of the great men during the Enlightenment. After all, these were the things he had learned most thoroughly and had been tested on most in his previous life.

Rogers held the quill, absorbed enough ink, and began to answer without stopping.

Idrul stood silently beside him, watching him write. As time passed, Idrul's old eyes widened...

Chapter 20: The Horn of Dawn

Half a day passed in a flash under his pen. Rogers paused for a moment, rubbed his numb wrist, turned to Idrul and asked:

"Professor, these papers seem to be insufficient for me to write down all the answers. Do you have any extra papers?"

Perhaps he inherited the habit of writing a watered-down paper from his previous life. Every time he had an argument, he would subconsciously elaborate on it from various angles. This resulted in the blanks left for the subjective questions at the end of the test being not enough for him to write a watered-down summary.

"Yes." Idrul's eyes were still on the densely packed characters on the test paper. Upon hearing this, he immediately took out a large stack of papers from his sleeve and handed it to Rogers: "Is that enough?"

"That's enough. I'm answering questions, not writing a book..." Rogers took over hundreds of sheets of paper. He spread them out and continued writing smoothly.

"When did you...think about this?"

Idrul wanted to ask Rogers how he learned these ideas, but he was sure that most of what Rogers wrote could not be learned from anywhere else.

"When I was a child." Rogers replied casually.

Idrul was stunned when he heard this. He looked in the direction of Rogers with his eyes somewhat out of focus, and his breathing couldn't help but become rapid.

He originally thought that Rogers was one of those legendary gifted people who had received divine inspiration, but what he wrote seemed to be nothing more than "human knowledge."

And he is only thirteen years old! What does it mean that a thirteen-year-old boy said that he had figured out these things when he was a child?