Your notoriety is known to everyone.

What would happen if he was given some proper "guidance" in the future? What would the world usher in?

Idrul felt his scalp tingling, as if he had returned to countless years ago, when he was a child and first listened to the high priest explain witchcraft.

This is the trumpet sound of dawn!

"Um, Professor? You're a little too close..."

Rogers looked at Idrul who was slowly approaching him. The antlers were almost touching him, and he seemed to be able to feel the professor's hot breath.

"Oh, sorry, my dear child, are you hungry? This is a fruit I grew myself. Although it doesn't have any magical properties, it can at least fill your stomach."

Idrul raised his head with a smile, took out a juicy green apple from his sleeve, and put it into Rogers' left hand with a caring look.

"Thank you..." Rogers was a little bit unable to adapt to Idrul's increasingly "kind" attitude: "The other students should be hungry too, right? Don't I need to take care of their meals?"

"Hunger can keep them awake to a certain extent, increase their cognitive abilities, and help them answer questions. There's no need to worry about it." Idrul waved his hand nonchalantly, motioning for Rogers to taste it quickly.

Under the old professor's earnest gaze, Rogers took a bite of the apple. With a crisp sound, the sweet fruity aroma quickly filled his nose and taste buds.

The flesh and juice soaked into his tongue, giving him immense pleasure and satisfaction.

Not only did it make Rogers feel incredibly full, it also made his thoughts noticeably clearer.

Rogers thanked Idrul again, quickly ate his apple, and continued answering the questions.

The evening sunlight shines through the window, casting a warm glow that fills the entire classroom.

Idrul picked up the test paper written by Rogers, turned around and walked towards the podium with a red face. As he smashed the oak stick to the ground, all the students in the class regained their hearing and vision, and the test paper disappeared from each of their desks in an instant.

"I'm so hungry... How are you doing?" Lufia stroked her stomach, her face full of exhaustion as if her soul had been torn away.

"Not very good." Elina raised her hand and rubbed her forehead. She looked unusually tired, with a thoughtful gleam in her eyes, as if she was still struggling with the question just now.

She calmed down, looked at Rogers who was yawning beside her, and asked jokingly, "How do you feel? Future Chief."

"I just feel tired." Rogers replied listlessly, silently making a note of one more request.

Although he was doing subjective questions like stitching together dictation later, he was still tired after writing for a whole day.

There were many students complaining about being tired and discussing in the classroom. Idrul stroked his beard and smiled as he watched everyone making noise for a while before he asked everyone to be quiet and said slowly:

"Congratulations, you have completed all the admission tests. Next, you will rest in the temporary dormitory for one night.

"There is a form for applying for colleges in the dormitory. Before tomorrow morning, after the teachers have reviewed your test papers, they will evaluate you based on your overall qualities. At that time, the form will show the colleges you can choose.

"Of course, if a special college like Hilmi appears on the list, it does not mean that you can be selected directly. You must pass another test held by the college.

"In addition, tomorrow will be the entrance ceremony for new students. During the ceremony, there will be a communion ceremony that is enough to allow the Black Iron Rank to be promoted to the Bronze Rank..."

As Idrul spoke, cheers broke out in the classroom.

Before the sun completely set, the freshmen followed Idrul to the temporary dormitory.

This was a fairly large manor. After saying goodbye to Elena and Lufia, Rogers pushed open the wooden door of his room according to the instructions on the back of the admission letter.

The room was very simple, with only a single bed, a wooden table and bench beside the bed, and a separate small bathroom.

The brand new bedding was neatly spread on the bed, looking fluffy and soft.

Rogers threw the black canvas bag he had been carrying all day on the bed and looked at the things on the wooden table.

A book of St. Herte's School of Magical Rules, a campus map, several introductions and application forms of each college in the school, a plate of pastries to fill the stomach, and a bowl of salad that seemed to have been sitting for a while.

After browsing for a while, Rogers stretched his shoulders and opened the prompt box to check the results of the trial in front of the door.

[Name: Enlightenment]

[Type: Intellectual High-ranking Special]

[Source: Saint Herte's Gate]

[Effect ①: Temporarily speed up your own thinking process. ]

[Effect ②: Passively improve your perception of magic power. ]

[Effect ③: Strengthen the activation effects of various magic skills and special effects you possess. ]

[Effect ④: Grant your own skills and special privileges to others temporarily.]

[Note: This special gift is of growth type and has the possibility of evolving into a miracle. ]

Logos was not particularly surprised by this result, as this was the highest reward that the Gate of Saint Herte could give.

After a moment of inspiration and the effects of using other special effects, he walked into the bathroom, intending to wash up first and then have a good sleep.

Chapter 21 Goodbye Saint

The next day, as the night faded away, the sky gradually began to glow.

After Rogers met up with Erina and Lufia, he heard that both of them had qualified for the entrance test to Hilmi Academy.

Rogers was not surprised that Erina was selected, but what he did not expect was that Rufia, who usually looked a little stupid, was also selected.

Should we say that the royal family’s educational resources are really good?

With the guidance of the map, the three quickly found the location of the auditorium in the school.

The auditorium is located on the north side of the spacious campus. It is built of pure marble. The towering columns are carved with various intricate and exquisite patterns, supporting the magnificent and gorgeous porch. The roof above the porch is constructed with a gorgeous dome.

As you enter the auditorium, you can see the huge tall windows inlaid with colored glass. The sunlight shining in from outside is painted into dreamy colors, and its faint light is reflected on the floor.

There are also several thick curtains hanging down from the ceiling, adding a touch of depth to the space.

There were several long tables in the hall, and many freshmen with expectant looks had gathered around the tables.

Rogers and the other two found a corner and sat down, waiting with everyone else.

"The girlfriend you've been thinking about is coming." Elina seemed to have a premonition, and she whispered softly in Rogers' ear with an inexplicable look in her eyes.

"She and I are just friends." Rogers glanced at Elena strangely, not quite understanding what she meant.

Before his memory was awakened, he might have continued to pursue Alice, but this was a different time. For Rogers now, women would only affect the speed at which he pulled out his wand.

"What's with that look in your eyes? Don't you trust me at all? We are really just friends.

"Elena, why do you always get hung up on such trivial matters? Do you think the relationship between me and her is too dirty?

"Forget it. If you insist on thinking this way, there's nothing I can do."

Rogers shook his head, sighed, and shrugged helplessly, his expression full of disappointment.

Elina listened to Rogers's incoherent speech. Although these words seemed to be an explanation, for some reason, she suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart.

"It's the Saint!!! The Saint is here!!!"

A loud roar suddenly rang out in the auditorium, followed by overwhelming shouts, and thunderous waves of sound spread throughout the space.

Some people jumped onto the long table and introduced their names to the saint, some read aloud long poems praising the achievements of saints of all generations, and some cheered excitedly like wild beasts.

Rogers covered his ears in disgust and looked towards the source of the commotion.

It was still a girl with beautiful flaxen hair and wearing a beige dress.

"According to the plot, Alice should have changed her equipment and put on a magic robe now." Rogers muttered in some surprise.

However, the moment Alice seemed to cast her gaze over him, Rogers immediately lowered his head and pulled Elena over to help block his figure.

Now everyone in the auditorium is under the frenzy buff, so it is better to be careful.

"You might as well get under the table." Elina did not resist, but just sneered and said sarcastically.

"Good idea!" Rogers nodded in agreement, then lowered his head and hid under the table.

The ecstatic and unbridled noises calmed down after the climax, but Rogers still did not come out immediately, but continued to wait.

He had originally planned to wait until the principal arrived to start the entrance ceremony, but as time went by, the auditorium seemed to become a little too quiet...

Feeling uneasy, he leaned forward and looked upward, and a bright smiling face came into view.

"Hi, Alice, I haven't seen you in a long time."

Rogers stood up from the table calmly, straightened his collar, and then found that everyone's eyes in the auditorium were focused on him.

"Yes, although only a month has passed, it seems that a lot of things have happened to us, making this period of time seem much longer."

Alice's tone was as gentle and warm as usual, but there was something in her eyes that was hard to detect.

After a moment of silence, she continued, "I have been explaining to people that the Lord is not as bad as the rumors say. On the contrary, he is very considerate and gentle. Unfortunately, many people do not believe me."

"I believe you." Rogers replied immediately without caring.

After all, these rumors were not spread by Alice herself, and so far they have not really caused him any actual harm.

On the contrary, Alice herself was also a victim of this rumor, and the destruction of a girl's reputation is also a very bad thing.

"Do you trust me so much?" Alice pursed her lips and asked back with a complicated tone after hearing the answer without hesitation.

"Why don't you believe it?" Rogers answered immediately. Whether in the game or in reality, the other party was worthy of the title of saint. Rogers had never doubted her kind nature.

"Thank you for trusting me so much. I have just explained it to everyone here. No one in the school will harbor ill will towards you because of those groundless rumors." Alice lifted her skirt and saluted as she spoke, as if she was apologizing or expressing gratitude.

"We are classmates now, there is no need to use honorifics." Rogers glanced at the faces of the people around him and probably understood what had just happened.

But he always felt that he couldn't quite understand the girl in front of him, or rather, he could sense a hint of disharmony in the atmosphere of their conversation.

And the matter of Kevin being imprisoned is not just a rumor...

"Okay, do you remember the last question I asked you?" Alice raised her head and looked directly into Rogers' eyes.

Rogers was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts quickly returned to that night. Everything that happened then was still clearly engraved in his mind.

"Just remember it." Alice smiled and said, "I'm sorry for saying these awkward words in front of your fiancée. I wish you a wonderful time on campus."

"We are not engaged yet, so don't worry about her." Rogers responded nonchalantly, watching the saint disappear among the crowd surrounding her.

The other party's reaction gave him a bad feeling, and the idea of ​​improving his strength as quickly as possible became increasingly prominent in his mind.

"Rogers."

Elina beside her suddenly called out Rogers' name word by word, her eyes were cold, and her two tender white hands were clenched into fists and placed on her knees: "I don't know why, but I really can't help but want to beat you up right now."

Chapter 22: Back to school with debt

"Then you'd better bear with it for a while, because the professors are here." Rogers sat up straight and motioned for Elena to look at the podium in the auditorium.

There was a long table covered with a tablecloth with intricate patterns placed horizontally on the podium. At some point, several professors of different appearances had taken their seats behind the table.

In the center was a short old woman with a hunched figure and a short cane. She stood on her chair, stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers with a smile on her face.

The crisp sound of finger snapping rang in everyone's ears. After everyone noticed the scene on the podium, they all quickly found a nearby seat and sat down.

The basic upbringing of the nobility also allowed Elina to calm down quickly at this time and no longer care about Rogers.

"Please allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Avery Greywood, and I am currently the vice-president of Saint Hert."

Avery smiled amiably as everyone hurried to their seats. He placed his hand on his chest and began his freshman orientation speech cordially:

"Dear children, I believe that the nagging Idru has already introduced to you what kind of school Saint Herte is.

“You either have glorious blood or have an amazing talent, which is why you can come to Saint Herte.

“From this we can see that this world seems unfair. You are born with the ability to get rewards for your hard work. How lucky you are.

"But don't forget, this is Saint Herta. There is no shortage of geniuses here. Everything that once made you proud will become a mediocre starting point, and so-called hard work will become a daily routine..."

Avery's words, which seemed to be a blow to the students, did not make the freshmen present feel depressed. Instead, many of them showed firm confidence and determination on their faces.

The lazy Rogers held his chin, as if completely independent of the boiling atmosphere. He observed the blushing cheeks of many people around him, and sighed that it was great to be young. Just a few boring words could arouse their immature emotions.

As for what Avery was talking about later, he picked out the really useful information and memorized it.

It wasn't until the epilogue that he regained his spirits.

"Finally, I sincerely wish you all a happy visit to Saint Herte!"

The moment the vice-president's words fell, applause surged like a huge wave.

At this time, the table in front of the freshmen was filled with mouth-watering delicacies accompanied by dots of fluorescent light, filling the entire long table.

Carefully prepared lobster soup, colorful salads, an array of exquisite pastries and desserts...

And most importantly, everyone has a cup of "Fountain of Wisdom".

"The wait is finally here."