Your notoriety is known to everyone.

With a smile on his face, Rogers reached out and picked up the round bowl in front of him that seemed to be made of obsidian, and looked down at the misty liquid inside.

Knowing the later plot of the game, he understood that the thing before his eyes was not the Fountain of Wisdom in the mythical epic, but a diluted pseudo-sage's stone.

Moreover, the so-called Philosopher's Stone is not just any stone. The original Philosopher's Stone is actually just the blood of God.

Saint Herte transformed a false sage's stone into hundreds of cups of "fountain of wisdom", which symbolizes the ancient myth that the kings of ancient races shared the food of the god of wisdom in order to gain wisdom.

This promotion ceremony, which was formed by a crude imitation, was a "homeopathic witchcraft" derived from the most primitive "law of similarity".

“What has been is what will be again, what has been done is what will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.”

Inexplicably, the famous words from Ecclesiastes emerged in Rogers' mind. He listened to the "cheers" sounds echoing throughout the auditorium, and raised the obsidian cup with everyone else, drinking the "Fountain of Wisdom" in one gulp.

A restless breath slid through his throat and poured into his body with a sense of mystery and endless illusion.

His thinking instantly became clear and sharp, as if he possessed cognitive abilities beyond those of ordinary people. His mind could clearly depict the subtle connections between all the things around him, as well as the deeper original concepts.

Likewise, the acuity of his senses continued to rise. He heard tiny sounds that were normally imperceptible, and his vision became brighter, as if he could see the essence hidden behind objects through the refraction of light.

Finally, there is the all-important magic.

It is a mysterious, profound, indescribable, invisible, yet real power.

"Magic is a collection of symbols and the use of sympathy."

Rogers immediately thought of the proverb text that appeared in the game and began to carefully perceive the restlessness of magic.

The joy of the people's promotion and the symbol of gaining wisdom can be easily associated with the fire element.

He tried to block out the noise of the people around him, empty his mind, and focus only on his breathing and inner feelings. At the same time, he visualized something that was deeply connected to the element of fire - the phoenix.

The hot energy surged in his body, as if a ball of fire was burning rapidly. Realizing that something was wrong, Rogers immediately activated the [Enlightenment Special], which accelerated his thinking and assisted in the guidance of the restless magic.

Suddenly, tiny sparks burst out from his fingertips and quickly spread into a huge fireball above everyone's heads.

The red, orange and yellow flames complemented each other, and a deep and distant cry rippled out from the fireball, as if traveling through the rhythm of life and fire.

"not good!"

The effect of [Enlightenment Special] slowly faded, and Rogers gradually felt that he could no longer control such a huge and unstable magic power.

The sparks that were swirling like a dancer's figure began to embrace left and right, and the two heavy curtains above the head had already shown large blackened marks, as if they would catch fire in the next second.

Under normal circumstances, the steps of casting a spell must include chanting the corresponding spell composed of mystical language to ensure the stability and durability of the magic power.

Obviously, Rogers has not yet reached the advanced level of casting spells without spells.

Many professors on the podium had already noticed the abnormality here, and they all looked at Rogers with strange eyes, as he looked as if nothing had happened.

"My child, since you have just entered the school and may not have read the school rules, I will only deduct one thousand credits from you this time.

"You are the first freshman in my many years of coaching who is in debt at the induction ceremony..."

Rogers heard Vice President Avery's message in his ears and nodded obediently. Then he saw the fireball above his head explode like fireworks, setting off another round of cheers from the freshmen. They all thought that this was just a part of the ceremony.

"According to the guidance of fate, that child is already a student of my Hilmi Academy!" Idrul's antlers on his head shook, and he looked around at the academy presidents who were eager to make a move, and quickly announced it.

It is rare to find a genius who can communicate with magic power and even condense magic power just after awakening, not to mention that this genius's performance during the trial in front of the gate was so amazing.

"You old thing deserves to be fucked by a bull moose! Don't try to dictate the course of your fate!"

A dean who looked like an anvil dwarf blew up his thick beard, pointed at Idrull and shouted.

Several deans did the same thing, causing a commotion on the podium.

Chapter 23: Caspar's Decision

At noon, the sun rises to the highest point in the sky, and its light is like a sharp sword, piercing through the clouds and piercing down dazzling light.

After the entrance ceremony, Rogers, Elina, and Lufia walked out of the auditorium in a depressed mood. He just had a sudden impulse after being promoted and wanted to try whether the texts in the game were really useful. He didn't expect that it would lead to such a big mistake.

Obviously, when Alice visualized the Phoenix, she only made the magic power around her boil and greatly increased her vitality.

Could it be that the difference in the symbols present, or the difference in the caster's mentality, also leads to differences in the manifestation of magic power?

It would be great if it could be like in the game, where you can cast spells simply by clicking the mouse or typing on the keyboard.

A debt of one thousand credits, unless he made some contribution to the college beyond that of a normal freshman, it would take him more than a month to earn it, and that was assuming he took all he could.

Thinking of this, Rogers felt that he had to take down the top position in the academy, otherwise he would fall behind step by step.

In Saint Herta, you need credits to borrow books, purchase alchemical materials, rent a spell practice room, and even eat good meals...

He absolutely did not want to face nearly two months of poverty by tightening his belt and living frugally when school started.

"Rogers! I doubt whether your courage has transcended the constraints of reason. You dare to set fire in public during the entrance ceremony!"

Caspar suddenly stood in front of Rogers and shouted loudly.

He had passed the promotion ceremony held by the royal family long ago and reached the bronze rank. This time, Saint Herte's ceremony could only bring him some insignificant benefits, so he was just going through the motions the whole time.

During the ceremony, he kept observing Rogers and clearly saw the fire under the roof of the auditorium, which started from Rogers's side.

This also brought a lot of pressure to Caspar. After he was promoted to bronze, he spent three full days under the guidance of his teacher before he could barely condense magic power. However, Rogers had just been promoted and could reach this level directly.

He didn't dare to think about how much Rogers could grow if he was given more time.

Around them, the freshmen who were about to return to the temporary dormitory stopped and looked over with a look of surprise on their faces.

"So what? Are you going to punish me on behalf of the professors?" Rogers pinched his eyebrows. He was not in the mood to play with the other party at this moment.

"You have now been promoted to bronze! According to our oath, it is time to complete our duel!

"School has just started. I allow you to spend three days to deal with the trivial matters of the new semester. After three days, I hope you will stop hiding like a mole and come to complete our duel with dignity!"

Caspar threw a leather glove at Rogers' feet, straightened his back, and spoke resolutely.

People who don't know the truth might think he is doing something glorious.

"Caspar, it should have been more than half a year since you were promoted to bronze, right? And wasn't the original reason you challenged Rogers to a duel to protect the dignity of the Saint?

"After the Saint explained the truth, why did you do it again? Because of a personal grudge?"

Elina sneered at Caspar's despicable behavior with an unhappy look on her face, as if she had found a punching bag to vent her emotions.

"Nonsense, I'm clearly doing this for the honor of my family!" Kaspar responded harshly, feeling the piercing gazes from all around him.

"So how did you tell me about Rogers' insult to your family's honor? Because you called him a white-haired ghost?" Elina pressed on, as if she wanted to completely tear off Caspar's shameful side.

Rogers was a little surprised by Elena's reaction. He didn't understand why Elena was so angry when Caspar was clearly targeting her.

"Caspar, why do you hate Logos so much?" Lufia looked at her former page boy knight in confusion, as if she was truly getting to know him for the first time.

If it was because Rogers had once tarnished the Saint's reputation, she could still understand it a little, but the Saint had already explained the misunderstanding to everyone.

"Your Highness Lufia, I..."

Caspar didn't dare to look at Rufia's puzzled expression. He wanted to say loudly that it was because of you that all this happened.

But that would only make things worse and further away from your plan.

As long as I defeat Rogers in front of everyone, and let the classmates see him crying and begging for mercy without dignity... As long as I do this, everything will definitely return to normal sooner or later...

"Okay, in the name of Rogers Braid, I promise you..."

Rogers just wanted to end this boring incident quickly, not to mention three days. As he was currently promoted to bronze, he didn't even need magic. He could use his special privileges to treat the other party like a circus monkey.

But before he could finish his words, a beam of emerald green light swept him up and instantly took him away from everyone's sight.

The people around were all stunned, and then Kaspar laughed and said, "Even the professor can't tolerate his bad nature! He must be taken away to receive punishment for setting fire to the auditorium!

"And everyone should have heard just now that the despicable guy has agreed to a duel!"

"Is this all that your dwarf brain can imagine?" Elina seemed to have heard a funny joke. She stepped on the thrown glove and glared at Caspar with contempt.

"Descendant of the Devin family, I have tolerated you many times! If it weren't for your friendship with Princess Lufia, I would never allow you to be so arrogant!" Caspar's face, which had been smiling just now, slowly turned cold.

"What, are you going to challenge me to a duel too?" Elena narrowed her eyes and raised the corners of her lips slightly, creating an intriguing arc.

For some reason, Caspar instinctively felt a little bit of palpitations in his heart. The girl opposite him gave him the feeling of a poisonous snake that would bite anyone it wanted.

Following his heart's intuition, he quickly said, "Chivalry does not allow me to lay hands on women," and walked towards the temporary dormitory for boys without looking back.

"Damn guy, all he can do is dodge and escape, he deserves to be sewn into a camel's belly." Elina looked at the direction where Caspar left and said bitterly.

Lufia wanted to persuade her friend not to be so angry about Caspar, but she felt that this sentence didn't seem to be an evaluation of Caspar...

"You old liar who was fucked by a stag! Don't even think about monopolizing the great honor of being the Sage's Teacher!"

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard in the auditorium, and a dean who looked like a dwarf walked out and glanced at the freshmen in front of the auditorium, as if he was looking for someone.

Then, an elegant woman in a moon-white robe walked out from behind him. She held a round purple crystal ball in her hand and stared at it for a few seconds. Then, she said to the deans who walked out one after another, "We found his location."

In the blink of an eye, all the deans disappeared from the spot.

The inexplicable development of events left everyone in front of the auditorium confused. They looked at each other, marveling at the deans' superb magical attainments, and returned to their respective residences in twos and threes.

Chapter 24: The competition among the school presidents and the deviation of the plot (two in one)

In the temporary manor dormitory, Rogers stood in front of his room door, facing Idrul.

"As I remember, I was probably in front of the auditorium door just now..." Rogers hesitated for a moment and looked at the old professor in front of him with a puzzled look.

If we want to discuss the arson in the auditorium, it should not be Idrul's turn to negotiate with me, and there is no reason for him to bring me back to the dormitory to discuss it.

"Well, kid, go and pack the things you need. I will take you to the dormitory area of ​​Hilmi College so that you can choose a bedroom you like as soon as possible." Idrul cleared his throat and urged Rogers to pack his luggage quickly.

Rogers did not move immediately. Instead, he stared at Idrul in silence. After thinking about it for a while, he probably understood the old professor's intention.

Hilmi Academy is strong, but not strong enough to completely dominate all other academies.

The colleges shown on the application form used by Rogers cover almost all options, which means that he can go wherever he wants now.

Coupled with his previous series of performances, it can be said that all the deans of the colleges will most likely come to compete for him as a precious student, and will even be willing to pay enough chips to get him admitted.

Rogers had seen all the means that universities in his previous life had used to compete for high-quality students. At the very least, they would have to provide some scholarships.

And the old professor in front of him, who looks very friendly, is obviously trying to get something for nothing!

Seeing that the kind expression on Idrul's face gradually became a little more anxious, Rogers reached out and pushed open his door. He first politely let the old professor enter the room, then he followed suit and opened the canvas bag unhurriedly. , slowly measure the remaining space inside to see if it is enough to fit everything.

"Child, if you feel that you have too many things and it is inconvenient to carry them, I can put them away for you.

"After choosing your dorm, we still have to go to lunch. For an old man like me, if I can't take in nutrients on time as soon as possible, my physique will become very susceptible to illness!"

Idrul glanced out the window, as if he couldn't stand Rogers's slowness. He could no longer conceal his anxious look and began to urge him on.

Luo Gesi's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this. He felt that his IQ had been seriously insulted.

For someone who can serve as the president of Saint Hert's College, not eating for a whole year would not necessarily make his physique weakened.

However, he also understood that some things should be kept in mind, and it would be bad to say them out loud.

"Professor Idrul, if I go to Hilmi College, can I be the head teacher?" Rogers asked as he stuffed the school rules, forms, maps and other items on the table into his backpack.

This was the question he had asked the other party during the entrance exam, and he also wanted to express briefly that if he could not become the chief, he would have to consider again whether he should go to Hilmi.

Idrul immediately understood the meaning of Rogers' words, and his eyes became a little strange.

This child not only has outstanding talent, but also has a thorough understanding of the ways of the world. He actually realized his intention from the beginning, so he is not in a hurry or slow...

Idruer suddenly sensed that the other deans had begun to work together to quickly break through the various barriers he had set up along the way.

His face instantly showed great sincerity, and he said to Rogers in a bewitching tone:

"We can discuss the matter of choosing an academy later. Now I want to ask you a very important question: Are you willing to be my disciple?

“As long as you become my disciple, you will enjoy better treatment than the head of the grade in the academy. I will teach you personally and provide you with any resources you need.

"In the entire Saint Herta, except for the headmaster who has been missing for a long time, I am the most powerful magician..."

Idrul went on and on about the advantages of being his disciple, constantly boasting about his extensive knowledge.

But Rogers just listened quietly most of the time, occasionally uttering a few words of praise and compliments without much emotion.

In the game plot, Idruel is indeed very strong. Apart from the headmaster, he is the best in plant and transformation magic among all Saint Herte.

But he only had two departments, Plant and Change. The other deans also had their own areas of expertise. As for knowledge, he didn't seem to be able to surpass the vice-president.

Finally, the matter of becoming a disciple is a bit too serious. Under normal circumstances, only when students have entered the senior grades and are about to graduate in one or two years will they choose to formally become disciples.

Most students will choose the mentor of this college. If they can become the disciple of the dean, it is indeed a great honor for most students.

But once you choose a master, you can only have one master and accept teaching from one person.