Your notoriety is known to everyone.

Afterwards, Gorol beside Luka and the dragonborn Viledya all expressed their regret and sorrow, until Rogers said that he would occasionally appear in the club to teach them, they slightly suppressed their deep loss.

Afterwards, Rogers specifically gave Luka, Gorol and Viledya a copy of his own insights and practice directions written specifically for them, and taught them one by one for a long time.

The white clouds in the sky drifted leisurely, gently brushing the distant horizon. The sun also slowly set in the west, and its glow fell on the shadows of the trees and people, taking away the hustle and bustle of the day.

As summer progresses, the climate becomes hot and dull, as if covered by an invisible layer of flames. The air is filled with the breath of summer heat, and refreshing coolness has become a scarce luxury.

The breeze became thin, and it seemed to bring no coolness. Instead, it felt like a heat wave blowing from the crater, making people feel heavy.

The hot sun makes people seek shade and cool places to try to resist the scorching temperature outside.

Unlike people who became lazy and tired because of the summer, Rogers continued to publish works to the magical and secular academic circles.

Many scholars were in ecstasy, and there were constant cheers that the sage had been born. Along with these cheers, there were also increasingly heated discussions about whether Rogers was a prophet.

While people like to create great things, they also have a desire to destroy great things. Even in a different world, there is not much difference.

Therefore, the overwhelming noise against Rogers's personal morality also rose along with his reputation.

All of Rogers' past "evil deeds" and the disputes he had participated in were dug up. People praised him, people cursed him, people worshipped him, and people hated him.

A despicable and shameless prophet, the source of evil that breeds conspiracy, a despicable sage with supreme wisdom, all kinds of titles came up, and for a time, they completely overshadowed the saint.

"They have been blessed by you..."

In the wooden dormitory, Elina sat at the desk, holding a newspaper that was all about talking about or slandering Rogers. Her knuckles turned slightly white, and she frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Human greed is like a rolling stone on a mountain. There is nothing to worry about. Besides, there is a reason why I told my father not to interfere."

Rogers raised his teacup, took a sip of the warm black tea, and responded indifferently.

Then he continued to study the wordless book given to him by Hilmi. Now he no longer needed to use this book to ponder the rituals. All he wanted was to feel the ancient verses in it and savor the path of the God of Wisdom.

At the time of the original creation, everything was in chaos. There was no light or darkness, no order or chaos. All the gods had was eternal instinct, and among them only the God of Wisdom was wise.

At that time, the God of Wisdom was extremely lonely and isolated. He revealed his wisdom to the gods and taught them order and chaos.

However, all the God of Wisdom got in return was numbness among the gods. He was enveloped in a long period of loneliness. Gradually, he understood that existence preceded everything and that thinking must be subjective.

Likewise, He also saw the future and saw His own achievements in dividing the powers among the gods.

To this end, He did not hesitate to initiate the first sacrifice, sacrificing His own essence so that everything that came after would have a name.

“He who gives names to all things will exist in all things.”

Roger's fingertips slid across the sentence that made his heart flutter, and he murmured it softly.

"Are we going back to the East this time? Or do you plan to go around giving speeches first?" Elena looked sideways at Rogers and asked softly.

"Go home and reunite with your parents." Rogers closed the nameless book and said.

……

Under the blazing sun, St. Herta also welcomed the regular graduation ceremony and the closing ceremony of each grade.

During the ceremony, Rogers did not stand among the second-year students, but sat on the podium in the auditorium with the instructors. This was Saint Herte's recognition of his long-term teaching achievements.

During the banquet, he was surrounded by deans and professors such as Idrul, Alana, and Kuli. Listening to their admiration and discussion, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion in his heart.

After drinking and chatting, Rogers returned to the dormitory, packed his luggage, and boarded the White Teleportation Tower the next day, entering the teleportation array back to the East.

The light shone brightly, and as the scene moved, Rogers, accompanied by Elena and Alice, the three of them got on the carriage that was escorting them back to the Earl's Palace.

In the car, Alice was memorizing a stack of papers that Rogers handed to her. On the papers were the possible locations where various disasters of varying sizes might break out, as well as the characteristics and weaknesses of these disasters.

After she slowly folded it and put it into the silver ring, she couldn't help but ask Rogers: "Did you foresee all this yourself? Are you really a prophet?"

Originally, she thought that Elina, who possessed the power of destiny, might be a prophet, and many of Rogers's foresight plans were the result of Elina's assistance.

But this incomparably rich information made Alice have irrepressible doubts.

"If you think this is prophecy, then I can probably be called a prophet to some extent."

Rogers rested his elbows on the windowsill, supported his chin with his palm, looked out the window at the familiar scenery of the East Territory, and answered casually.

He found that once he made up his mind to die publicly, many things that he had cared about before seemed unimportant. He could already foresee how much people would respect and fear him when he was alive, and how highly they would praise him after his death.

"When are we going to deal with the wind disaster?" Alice was silent for a moment and continued to ask.

She could vaguely guess that when the Wind Disaster was in her hands, she would have to part with Rogers for a short time.

"It will be soon. We just need to finalize a few things. It may be before the end of summer or in the fall. In any case, it should not be delayed until winter."

Rogers took her into his sight, then turned to look at Alice beside him, and said with a smile: "This short separation is for a better reunion. We can keep in touch in the meantime. Maybe I will need your help in many things in the future. There is no need to be so heavy-hearted. This is not a true separation of life and death."

"I know." Alice nodded in response, but didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, the carriage shook and stopped noticeably. Rogers removed the soundproofing barrier inside the carriage and looked out the window in confusion. He saw Knight Commander Rekus, riding a tall horse and wearing shining armor, driving his horse to the window.

The other person's brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed a kind of conflict and entanglement, as if he was weighing important decisions and responsibilities.

At this moment, Elena suddenly grabbed Rogers' hand, with an obvious reminder in her eyes.

Alice seemed to have sensed something was wrong and became wary.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Rogers patted the back of Elena's hand, indicating that she need not worry.

He is now capable of fighting against gold. Captain Rekus, whether in his memory or the aura he exudes at this moment, is only at the peak of the silver level.

"Young Master, do you really have the ability to see into the future as the rumors say?" Captain Rekus asked in a stiff tone, his long crimson curly hair fluttering in the wind and his eyes flashing with hesitation under his thick eyebrows.

[Notice! Under the suppression of the God Binding Contract, Rekus passively casts the spell - Lie Detection on you.]

Chapter 4 Do you know what Rogce tastes like? (k)

The breeze blew, gently lifting Rogers's silver hair, which was like slowly swaying silver wool, shining faintly in the sun.

He looked calmly at Rekus's hesitant face, frowned slightly for a moment, and did not respond immediately.

Over the past several generations, the nobles have formed a set of mature, tacit rules of the game among themselves.

Once the rules are broken, it is equivalent to going against all those who abide by the rules. Either the person who breaks the rules has overwhelming power to re-make the rules, or he can only play within the original rules.

However, Recus's current situation is definitely not within the scope of the rules of the game. Even if the royal family hates him to the core, they should not do such a stupid thing.

Unless Frederick III had gone completely crazy and completely disregarded his credibility in the eyes of both royal and non-royal nobles.

After all, this kind of covert use of contracts to forcibly manipulate high-ranking officials in noble families is a completely traditional method that can only happen when facing a total war of life and death, abandoning decency and honor.

"Hey, Uncle Rekus, take a deep breath, it might be a bit uncomfortable."

Rogers stretched his arm out of the car window, with his five fingers spread out, facing Rekus, and gave instructions in a caring and considerate voice.

"Master, I..."

As soon as Rekus opened his mouth, he found that the blood in his body seemed to be ignited, boiling and surging uncontrollably.

The blood in his body seemed to be roaring, like a group of unbridled beasts, carrying a blazing fire, causing him to step into endless torment and torture.

This uncomfortable feeling is hard to describe. It is not painful, but it is more maddening than pain. It is accompanied by hypothermia and weakness.

But in the blink of an eye, he felt dizzy, his legs went weak, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The heavy armor made a crisp collision sound, mixed with the echo of metal, which was extremely harsh.

Rogers stared at Rekus, who was deprived of oxygen and fainted after he used the [Miracle of Enlightenment] to precisely manipulate the spirituality of water and fire. He was silent for a moment, then called several knights who were watching nervously not far away, asked them to take good care of Rekus, and then continued on his way as usual.

At the same time, he also used [Inspiring Miracles] to sense the surroundings of the convoy, alert to other possible accidents.

"It seems that the Knight Commander's mission is just to ask questions. He deliberately looked conflicted when he came to you. Deep down in his heart, he probably didn't want to betray Brad."

Elina looked at the knight accompanying her outside the window, raised the sound barrier, and spoke slightly.

"Do they want me to be a prophet, or do they not want me to be a prophet..."

Rogers leaned his back against the soft cushions in the car, tilted his head out of the window, squinted at the white clouds floating in the sky, and asked in a low voice.

"If you are not, it will allay their suspicions, and if you are, it will give them an excuse to unite against you.

"Whether it is or not, it is both a bad thing and a good thing for them, and these two ideas are not contradictory to them."

Elina's fingers stroked Rogers's flowing silver hair and responded softly to his murmurs.

"Well, people are really complicated."

Rogers sighed, straightened his back, and put his head back into the carriage. At the same time, he glanced at Alice and Elina, and the vigilance he had felt because of Rekus became even stronger.

After activating [Miracle of Enlightenment], he could vaguely sense that there was a faint aura of a dark creature following his returning convoy from a distance.

The breath was extremely faint, so faint that even Elina and Alice did not notice it and reminded themselves. It was only a miracle that could vaguely sense it.

He spread out his palms, his eyes filled with mixed thoughts. He wondered whether he should take the risk and try to catch the other party and attract other strong men to encircle and eliminate him.

Although his current abilities were more than enough to protect himself, he still hated having unclean things follow him home.

However, just as he was thinking, when the convoy was about to enter Brad Territory, the aura seemed to suddenly stop and gradually faded away as the carriage moved forward.

In the evening, the three returned to the Earl's Mansion and had dinner with the Earl and Countess Braid and the Earl and Countess Devin.

Afterwards, Rogers briefly told Count Brad about the situation of the Knight Commander, and then returned to the bedroom with Elena and Alice. He told them about his discovery on the way. The two were surprised at first, and then both revealed a subtle complexity.

More than a year ago, when they went with the Second Prince to deal with the minor disaster, Rogers's detection and exploration abilities were still very weak, and he did not show much improvement in this area afterwards.

But without making any sound, he had actually left them far behind.

The stronger Rogers is, the less they can help him. The two of them thought about this problem at the same time and fell into a subtle silence.

Dang Dang Dang——

There was a knock on the door. Hans saw Rogers outside and immediately conveyed the instructions from Count and Countess Brad to ask Rogers to come in and talk.

"This is the bedroom where I grew up, so I hope that you can get along well with each other while I'm away, and don't fight."

Before stepping out of the door, Rogers stopped and turned back to give serious instructions to Elena and Alice.

"I thought you lived in the observatory tower most of the time, but now it's in your bedroom?" Alice opened her eyes wide unconsciously after hearing Rogers' instructions, as if she had heard some news that overturned her past memories.

"When I met him, he had indeed been living in the Observatory Tower." Elina said slowly, with an expression reminiscing about the past.

Rogers' mouth twitched slightly when he heard this, but he did not start a debate on this. Seeing that the two girls did not seem to be in a mood for conflict and after receiving their solemn promises, he continued to walk out of the bedroom.

Gradually, a silent atmosphere filled the room. Elena and Alice stood quietly in front of the tall window frame.

There seemed to be an invisible, insurmountable barrier between them, making them silent and not talking to each other.

The breeze flowed slowly through the gap in the window, and the curtains on the side made a slight friction sound, supporting the dullness of the two of them.

"Are you a prophet?" Alice was silent for a while, her tone soft and slightly hesitant, but she finally chose to ask directly.

"Yes." Elina's eyes did not move. She answered without hesitation and admitted it very straightforwardly.

Alice's expression froze, as if time had stopped. After a moment, she exhaled a long breath and continued to ask, "What about Rogers?"

"I don't know, I don't understand him." Elina shrugged slightly, imitating Rogers's example, and replied perfunctorily.

There was another silence. Alice gently pushed open the window and leaned against the windowsill. She raised her head and looked at the twinkling starry sky that seemed to be covered with shining diamonds. Her thoughts drifted in the vastness with the starlight.

"You once told me that water that has sunk into the sand cannot be retrieved. Some things, once they are gone, are gone forever.

“No matter how hard you dig, you can’t find it again, because it has fundamentally dissipated and no longer exists.

"At that time, I didn't care about your words at all, and I didn't even take them to heart, but as time went by, I suddenly understood what you meant.

"At the beginning of summer, when Rogers told me that he was going to fake his death, I could sense his indifference to the matter.

"In the past, Rogers would have cared about many things. He would not be so careless and indifferent after making a decision that would affect so many people."

There was a hint of deep melancholy and emotion in Alice's eyes as she looked towards the sea of ​​stars, as if she was immersed in the heaviness of the past, and she spoke slowly in an inexplicable tone.

She sighed softly and brushed away a few strands of hair from her forehead, as if she was recalling some old times, some untouchable memories.

Elina glanced at Alice, who was illuminated by the starlight, and her quiet and haggard look. Then she leaned over the window sill, resting her chin on her hand, staring at the distant sea of ​​stars, and whispered slowly:

"But you know, when I first met him, he was even more indifferent, even more cold, and even more reckless than he is now.

"Even if you don't want to admit it, you should be able to sense how tired he is when facing you and facing his future destiny, right?

"When I was with him, I often wondered, if your brother had been more ruthless, if I hadn't been by his side at the beginning, using foresight to make up for his lack of security, if he hadn't gone to Saint Herta, but had directly involved himself in politics, or led a cult...

"Will he become a real monster? A true calamity that can overturn the entire world?

"After all, it's not surprising that a cunning guy who can peek into the future, possesses wisdom unrivaled in his time, can connect with the gods, and frantically seeks a sense of security can do anything for himself."

Alice said nothing, her long eyebrows slightly wrinkled, listening to Elena's narration attentively, subtle expressions alternately appearing on her face, sometimes thinking, sometimes touched, every change showed the surge in her heart.

When Elina finished speaking, she pursed her lips, her eyes became deep and solemn, revealing an unspeakable contradiction and confusion.