Your notoriety is known to everyone.

“The magic energy mines that my family acquired ahead of time have already brought in countless wealth, and my patents are constantly increasing, reaping the benefits of countless people.

“Looking through the history books, I am considered a rare person who, as a great noble, will surely ascend to the position of a sage.

"More and more eyes will be focused on me, and they will become more and more glaring. They will definitely want to look through everything about me and find out the secrets they want, but I happen to be a person who cannot be dug too deeply.

"This so-called prophet is nothing more than a warning before the storm."

Rogers shrugged slightly. In front of him was a pile of manuscripts with detailed explanations of spell magic, methods of making wands, and many annotations.

With the Three Sages School returning to stability and the Magic Academic Community Decision-Making Council formally established, Rogers also planned to release the knowledge he had promised, and at the same time, he would step up efforts to promote the rapid spread of this knowledge through the Magic Community.

Among the four basic symbolic disasters, the only one he lacks is the disaster of wind. Before gathering the four disasters and ascending, he must leave as many traces as possible in this world to help him ascend higher.

"I'm going to the Big Tree Library. Please help me organize these things into a book and publish it as soon as possible." Rogers pushed the manuscript to Elena and patted her shoulder for help.

Then he put on his windbreaker uniform, held his cane, walked out of the cabin and headed towards the center of the dormitory area.

When he arrived at the tree hole door of the Big Tree Library, Edith, who was kneeling beside the stone tablet, opened his eyes, and for the first time he crawled on his knees to Rogers' side, blocking his way forward.

"Praise you! Please forgive my offense. This time I want to give you a gift from your wisdom!"

Edith first touched his chest and sang praises respectfully, then he took out a stack of papers from his sleeve pocket and held them high in both hands in front of Rogers.

"A gift from my wisdom?" Rogers took the paper with a puzzled look, and after briefly reading it at first, he slowly focused his attention.

Following the basic linguistic definition proposed by Rogers, Edith also expanded the theory of the triple function of language symbols: arbitrariness, rationality and iconicity.

In the symbolic instrumental model, it is also proposed that it contains at least three elements of a relationship, namely the speaker, the listener and the thing.

After Rogers finished reading the manuscript, he looked down at Edith, who was looking expectant, and was quite surprised.

He didn't expect that after being stimulated by Ivan, the other party could actually reach such a level of understanding in terms of language concepts and symbols.

The principle of abstract correlation written by Edith is very similar to Karl-Bulletin's principle of abstract correlation. There are indeed many of Karl-Bulletin's theories in the sacrifice of Logos' Ascension.

I don't know whether the other party's achievement was mostly due to Roger's blessing or his own deduction.

"This is indeed a good gift. You can further refine it and publish it yourself later." Rogers handed the paper back to Edith and encouraged him.

Edith looked at Rogers' face, which showed no joy at all, as if he had already understood all these theories, and his expression instantly became stiff.

His body suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably, and he vaguely realized how stupid a thing he had done.

With the wisdom of the Triple Great One, the achievements he had made were merely insignificant footnotes, but he wanted to use them to gain the favor and admiration of the great Ones. This was truly too arrogant and disrespectful!

"During the summer vacation, I will transfer my patent rights to you. Then you can use the money obtained from the patent to establish and expand the foundation to help open private schools throughout the empire."

Rogers didn't care about Edith's mood, he just calmly gave his orders.

Amid the other party's praise, he stepped into the Dashu Library and went to the ancient book area on the third floor, which contained many mythological epics.

Huge wooden bookshelves stood all around, filled with old books that had been preserved for hundreds of years. Some of the books had turned yellow and had damaged corners.

He focused on finding the origin and description of the God of Wisdom, wanting to better understand the symbolic nature of Saint Herte's ascension ceremony.

After all, when he reaches the gold level, he certainly won’t be able to wait until the school organizes the secret ceremony, and everything will need to be planned by himself.

"A grand ending always needs the support of carnival."

When an old man saw Rogers pick up "The Funeral and Rebirth of Wisdom", he sighed softly and said in a low and vicissitudes of life voice.

Rogers looked back and saw that the other person was wearing linen clothes, with a hunched body and his hands behind his back.

The old man's hair had turned as white as silver and was combed neatly and cleanly. His eyes were deep and bright, revealing a kind of calmness.

There was a kind smile on his slightly wrinkled brows, and his eyes exuded a peaceful and serene aura, which made Rogers, who was subconsciously on guard, unconsciously calm down.

Before the other party appeared, Rogers didn't notice anything at all, and the aura he exuded was very quiet, even a little plain like an ordinary person.

But how could someone who could appear silently in the Big Tree Library be an ordinary person?

"I used to be the administrator here. At that time, I read all the books in the library, but now a lot more have been added. In particular, I like your explanation of language and symbolism very much." The old man looked up at the bookshelf and spoke slowly in a calm tone.

According to the school history, the Big Tree Library of Hilmi College was erected along with the establishment of the college, and the first librarian here was the great sage Hilmi himself.

There are also records that Hilmi once served as the principal of Saint Herte. The outside world has been speculating that the principal of Saint Herte may have never changed since Hilmi.

Rogers looked at the old man beside him, not knowing what to say or do for a moment.

But for some reason, he didn't feel any pressure from the other party, just like he was facing a gentle elder.

"With your intelligence, as long as you have enough time, you can lead the entire magic world to a higher level. With such achievements, you can even be the principal of Saint Herta, let alone open a school."

While the old man was speaking, he looked back at Rogers, and his words did not seem to be a statement, but rather carried a hint of inquiry.

【inform! The gods of the Abyss cast their gaze here. 】

The old man's brows moved slightly at this moment, curiosity flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to look up at the top of Roger's head.

"Gods? The Mountain of Creation? Or some other pantheon... I didn't expect Avery to have guessed it right. You are truly a prophet."

The old man observed Rogers carefully, and said in a calm tone with a hint of regret: "What a pity, I thought you could take over from me, but this is not necessarily a bad thing. Take it, you are more suitable to see it."

The old man took out an unnamed book from his wide cuffs and stuffed it directly into Rogers' arms, whose heart was beating faster. Then he walked around the bookshelf without leaving any trace.

Trying hard to calm his complicated emotions, Rogers searched for a few large books in the library. When he had collected most of them, he left the Dashu Library and prepared to walk back to his dormitory.

【Notice! The task "Timed Sorting" has been released. 】

【Name: Timed sorting】

[Published by: Gods of the Bottomless Pit]

【Content: Please help many devout believers to preside over the rituals to arrange the time before the arrival of autumn. 】

[Reward: Improvement of Time Tracing Bonus]

[Punishment: None]

[Note: The gods of the bottomless pit expect you to complete a wonderful sacrificial ceremony.]

[Please choose whether to accept]

The prompt box that suddenly popped up made Rogers startle slightly while walking. Without much hesitation, he immediately chose to accept it.

When the gods withdrew their gazes with satisfaction, Rogers also returned to his wooden house. He put the books in order and focused on reading the nameless ancient book given to him by the old man.

The paper of this book is delicate and tough, as if it is made of parchment. It reflects a light golden hue under the sunlight. When you touch the paper lightly with your fingertips, you can feel the delicate texture and warm feel of the paper.

Every page of the ancient book was covered with ancient ink. Those mottled strokes recorded a lot of mythological knowledge that Logos had never seen. It focused on describing the feat of the God of Wisdom sacrificing himself so that the gods and all spirits in the world could gain wisdom, and also briefly described some related rituals.

"Where did you get this book?!" Elina squeezed next to Rogers, staring straight at the nameless ancient book, her lips slightly open, her expression showing surprise and shock, and an incredible look on her face.

"I seemed to have seen Hilmi when I went to the Big Tree Library just now." Rogers stroked the texture of the book and spoke in an inexplicable and complex tone.

"Hilmi? Which Hilmi? You're not referring to..." Elina took a deep breath and asked tentatively.

"Yes, it should be Hilmi, who founded Hilmi College, one of the four founding colleges of the school, and is known as the great sage." Rogers shrugged and replied.

Hilmi himself never appeared in the game's plot from beginning to end. Until he finished all the main quests, side quests and DLC, he still didn't know who the principal of Saint Herte was.

"Wow! Really?! Besides giving you this book, did he say anything else to you? Did he accept you as his apprentice?!"

Upon hearing this, Lufia jumped up from the stool and came behind Rogers excitedly. She grabbed his shoulders with her two little hands and shook them constantly, asking in a high-pitched voice.

"No, he never mentioned taking me as his apprentice, but he seemed to have asked me if I wanted to be the principal of Saint Herta."

Rogers raised his hand and lightly scratched his chin, then said something in a rather calm tone that stunned both Elina and Lufia.

"But he just asked me that and didn't show any intention of asking me to do anything afterwards, so you don't have to think too much."

He raised his hand and flicked Rufia's forehead, signaling her not to hold her hand so tightly.

Rogers was extremely surprised to meet Hilmi, but at the same time, he didn't seem that surprised.

But he couldn't help but wonder why it was at this time when he picked up "The Funeral and Rebirth of Wisdom".

Could it be that the other party saw that he wanted to escape from the secular world through the ritual, so he showed up on purpose? But why did he give him such a big gift after he gave up the idea of ​​not wanting to be contaminated by the prophets and the gods?

As Rogers flipped through the book, his doubts grew. As long as he studied the wordless book diligently, he might even be able to replicate a stair-stepping ceremony that was not much different from Saint Herta's, only slightly inferior.

Then, under the questioning of Elena and Lufia, he carefully recounted his experience in the library just now. Only after satisfying them did he put aside his messy speculations, concentrate his mind, and study carefully.

"A grand ending always needs the support of carnival..."

Rogers chewed over Hilmi's words and began to think about what kind of carnival his funeral could become.

Chapter 4: The One Who Names Thousands of Things (k)

In the club office, Rogers sat behind a rustic wooden desk, on which were several open books and scattered papers.

He sat upright in the chair, holding a feather pen, lost in thought, concentrating on thinking about the knowledge from his previous life that needed to be described and organized.

Derek, who was sitting opposite him, stared at him intently, with an expression of concern and worry.

After a long pause, Derek asked in a dry voice: "Why do you have to die? And within this year..."

Rogers frowned slightly, his expression was deep, and he seemed to be infected by the power of thinking. After hearing Derek's question, he smiled helplessly and explained again:

"Because of my achievements, more and more people in the world want me dead, not to mention the royal family and the Three Sages School. I have offended countless people with the 'New Civil Protection Bill' and the 'Anti-Monopoly Law' I proposed to the eldest prince.

"What's more, my patent has been plundering everyone's wealth all the time, and now I am gradually being labeled as a prophet."

As he spoke, he glanced out the window, listening to the students' laughter with a smile on his face.

The smile was very quiet, it just appeared naturally and truly on his face, like a touch of comfort brought by a breeze.

"Derrick, anyone who pursues true and lasting glory must give up worldly glory. Moreover, I will be resurrected after my death, but in another form.

“But this face will surely be even more hated by the world. All righteous people will regard me as the chief enemy, and all those with ambition will regard defeating me as the righteous path.

"You have benefited a lot from me in the academy. Everyone regards you as my lackey. I ask you again, are you willing to continue to follow me and continue to be accompanied by notoriety and danger?"

Rogers looked back at Derek, calmly waiting for his answer with patience and trust.

The room gradually became quiet. Derek glanced at the window not far away, then looked at Rogers, his tone full of smiles:

"I have given this answer many times, and it remains the same now."

He slowly stood up from his seat, his movements seeming to carry a sense of relief. He leaned over and touched his chest to salute Rogers, then went about his business as usual.

As time passed, Rogers continued to copy and organize the contents of Newton's "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy", but he did not write the third volume on the motion of the universe, and he also added a lot of explorations in calculus.

When he was almost done, he stretched his arms, did a comfortable chest expansion, then stood up and walked to the low table in front of the sofa, wrapped a small cake with magic power and threw it into his mouth.

"Derrick has been getting along well with Miara recently. His question just now must be because he was thinking about what will happen after the two of them part ways."

Alice on the sofa raised her head slightly, her eyes revealing an indescribable emotion. Her subtle gaze seemed to silently tell the emotions and desires deep in her heart.

When she came to the club early this morning, she heard about Roger's plan to fake his death. At that time, she was not too upset.

Because of the excessive preparation in the previous period and the various speculations during that time, the plans that Rogers mentioned were not too surprising to her.

But after Rogers faked his death, she would definitely not be able to stay by Rogers' side anymore, and Elena, who had always been by Rogers' side, would definitely follow Rogers' footsteps at all costs.

Even the little princess, who has a weak presence, will probably disappear along with Rogers.

“The end is often to prepare for a better debut next time. There is a long time ahead, so there is no need to worry about this moment.

"But their identities are a bit awkward. It will probably be quite delicate when they meet again. This is why I wanted to tell Derek about this as soon as possible. I don't want him to travel with me with too heavy a burden."

Rogers swallowed the crumbs of pastry, looked at Alice with a complicated expression, and spoke slowly.

Alice let out a long breath, and nodded slowly with a slightly heavy expression.

Rogers did not say anything more to comfort Alice. He knew that for some things, too much comfort would only bring more heaviness.

Then he saw that it was already noon outside the window, so he went downstairs of the club and prepared a barbecue with Derek.

On the wide green lawn, the steaming barbecue table is filled with various ingredients, and the skewers of meat, vegetables and seafood give off an enticing aroma.

Everyone sat around the barbecue table, some were busy flipping the delicious food, some were tasting the already cooked delicacies, all in the air with laughter and joy.

It was not until Rogers announced that he might no longer substitute teach that many students were stunned in disbelief.

The Enlightenment Special has transformed into a miracle, and in Rogers's opinion, the lessons originally given to give birth to the special have little value.

A heavy and silent atmosphere gradually filled the air. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at each other, their hearts filled with worry and confusion.

All kinds of subtle emotions and thoughts intertwined in the air. Laughter and laughter were drowned out by the sudden silence. Many people fell into helplessness and confusion.

"Master, did we fail to do something well and make you angry?"

The young swordsman Luka raised his hand to wipe the grease from the corners of his mouth, and took the lead in asking cautiously.

"No, it's just that in the face of increasingly powerful and frequent disasters, I have to focus on my own strength as much as possible. There are also many off-campus affairs that I need to deal with personally. Time is becoming more and more urgent for me, and I can't take care of the courses." Rogers smiled and shook his head slightly to comfort him.