Your notoriety is known to everyone.

"Death is the limit of a person's totality. As long as a person exists, it is impossible to reach his own totality.

“In death, people fall off from the crowd, and the crowd is just a concept that has neither birth nor death.

“So only when facing death can people experience their own history and face true life.

"Live towards death. Only by facing your own unique death can you more easily know how to live better..."

Rogers' face was slightly pale and his figure was slightly thin. He supported his increasingly fragile body with a cane and calmly narrated philosophy that might be a little obscure for lower grade students.

Suddenly, there was a burst of heart-wrenching cries from the audience. Luo Gesi looked around and saw the little swordsman Luca constantly wiping the tears that were pouring down with his sleeves. Ge beside him Ruoer also burst into tears as if he was infected.

Immediately, the crying sound spread quickly, and most of the students who had been taught by Luo Gesi and who had reached the second grade at this time began to sob softly. Occasionally, some like Luka and Gorol cried loudly.

Seeing this scene, Rogers just sighed softly, then turned around and returned to the long table to enjoy the banquet at the opening ceremony with the professors.

Professor Alanna pushed Professor Idrul aside and sat directly next to Luo Gesi. She solemnly made a promise: "I will continue to develop and pass on your spell magic."

"I will also intensify my efforts to continue researching the magic wand. Your glory will definitely grow higher with time." Professor Cooley on the other side pressed Rogers' shoulder and made the same solemn promise.

The outside magicians and scholars are all trying their best to get something from the dying Logos, while the professors in St. Helte are all trying to give.

Although one of the reasons why Logos was able to get close to them in the first place was because of their desire for glory, when it came to the end, these people valued him far more than glory.

"Then please leave it to the professors. In the decision-making meeting of the Magic Academic Community, there are enough seats reserved for Saint Helte, but no one has ever fought for it.

"You guys can hang around a little more then, and don't let the Demonic Community monopolize my research..."

Rogers spoke unceremoniously about where the professors could help, and even later listed in detail for them what to do and when.

"I really can't believe that a guy like you would give so generously."

Idrul grabbed his beard and stared blankly at Luogesi, who looked like he was going to knock their bones and suck out their marrow, chattering endlessly, and couldn't help but sigh.

“People are ends, not means, but many people confuse means with ends and cannot clearly understand what they want.

"As long as a person grasps his most fundamental desires, he can endure everything. And I am a person who knows very well what the means are, what the ends are, and what I want to pursue.

"So to me, death is just a major process of life, a continuation and supplement of life."

Luo Gesi sipped the black tea on the table, put on an old-fashioned posture, and told the truth that "he who hears the Tao in the morning will die in the evening."

This still immature appearance and tone, coupled with such contrasting sentiments and lines, made Alanna giggle, and the originally gloomy atmosphere also weakened a lot.

After the opening ceremony was over, Rogers rested for a night and then began his real intention of returning to school.

He took out all his credits and exchanged them for various useful materials and props. Then he met with Derek alone, gave him a space stone, told him to keep it well, and implicitly proposed that there would be more in the future. Opportunity to meet.

During the few days of his stay, Rogers also had a few drinks with the third prince. He listened to Richard openly explaining the series of childish plans he had made against him in the past, and he just clinked glasses with him. Turn everything into fodder for laughter.

"Don't worry, return to the original state. When I gain power, I will work hard to promote your teachings to the common people. When I show my wisdom and generosity, I will also help you fulfill your last wish."

The slightly drunk third prince held Luo Gesi's palm with both hands and said this frankly and solemnly.

Logos was naturally grateful for this, and then the second prince Lius and a group of students also made various promises with him.

Among them, Gorol even initiated the ambition to establish a college named after Logos in St. Helte.

With Gorol's ability at this age to simply sew "Rogos language" with runes, Rogos felt that the other party might actually be able to do it.

When he was in St. Helte, silence, sadness, crying and promises often followed Logos, which made him suddenly realize that he had left so many footprints and bonds along the way.

However, the play finally came to an end. On a sunny morning, Rogers cleaned his cabin for the last time, and then came to the White Teleportation Tower, ready to rush to the destiny he had planned for a long time.

Standing next to him were Alina, Lufia and Alice, but the look on Alice's face made him feel a little uneasy, because Alice had not yet made it clear whether she would agree to his request.

Chapter 4 The Curtain Rises (k)

In the late summer morning, under the boundless sky, there is thick fog.

Thousands of towers in various shapes are scattered in the drifting mist, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

The sun shines through the mist, casting colorful light and shadows, illuminating the vicissitudes of each tower's surface.

In the center of the city, on the top of a huge tower guarded by many towers, three people wearing pure white, jet black, and cyan were standing on the top of the tower, looking down at the city of magicians shrouded in morning mist.

"What exactly does he want to do? Although everyone knows that he cannot die in Saint Helte, but it is too strange to come to us all the way."

The old woman in a pure white robe lowered her head and lowered her eyebrows. She looked through the mist and looked at the cane walking on the winding road, leading three girls through countless spiers. Luo Gesi said in a strange and doubtful tone.

"Perhaps he wants to spread his school's ideas in the end. After all, the city with the most non-sect mages is ours."

The old man in black robe stroked his beard and answered casually, with deep emotion on his face, and said with deep emotion in his tone:

"I still can't believe that such a young sage could fall into decline so quickly..."

The middle-aged man in a cyan robe remained silent, but looked at Luo Gesi's every move with a gloomy expression.

In the past two years, the Haixin School he led has become increasingly unstable due to the impact of "linguistics". Occasionally, some members even voluntarily quit the school to study the spell magic pioneered by Luo Gesi, and many of them are quite talented. man of.

"His time is running out. Last time you deliberately drove the Parade School and tried to hurt him, it was already a bit too much. We can't wipe away the dirt every time. Let's not continue to mess around this time. ”

The old man in black robe looked at the gloomy middle-aged man and warned him in a serious tone.

"When the foundation of your theory has been dug out, can you still persuade yourself so enlightenedly?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and asked the old man. Without waiting for the other party's answer, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, leaving behind in a deep voice. One sentence: "I will not act randomly again."

……

The breeze blows, gently blowing through the fog. Under the rising sunlight, the white fog becomes more haloed and softer, and gradually disperses as time goes by.

Luo Gesi, who was walking on the street, raised his eyes and looked at the tall sage tower, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you so sure that things can go smoothly?" Alina walked beside Rogers and asked in a solemn tone.

"Actually, when we get here, we have all the firewood, and success is inevitable. It doesn't matter whether it goes smoothly or not." Luo Gesi replied with a chuckle.

In any case, his ascension is a foregone conclusion, and what he is doing now is just the icing on the cake.

"Although I have some conflicts with the Three Sages School, I didn't expect that they would not even pretend to receive me. This is really sad."

After feeling a little sad, Luo Gesi didn't find too much pickiness. He found a nearby hotel on the street and moved in with a few girls.

The bedroom of the hotel is unexpectedly exquisite. There is a simple wooden bed in the spacious and bright room, with simple and elegant patterns embroidered on the sheets.

There is an ancient oil lamp and a beautifully bound history book on the bedside table. There is a regular sofa by the window. There is a pot of blooming flowers on the window sill, exuding a light fragrance.

Sunlight pours into the room through the windows, outlining the shadows on the walls, making the entire room feel warm and peaceful.

The aroma of lavender and wood lingered on the tip of Rogers' nose. He walked to the window and looked at the scattered mage towers outside the window. He tried to straighten his back and took a deep breath.

It was obvious that he had not walked for long, but he was already tired. He felt as if he had traveled from youth to old age in this short period of time.

Alina went back to the house to tidy up a little, and looked at each other with Rogers, who was standing in front of the window, and turned around and left the house.

According to the plan when she came, after entering Orindalu, Elena was going to summon the magicians in the city to announce that Logos was going to give a public lecture.

"Can you not fake your death? We can stay in Saint Herta forever. The vice president and professors will surely help you avoid those troubles. Wouldn't it be nice to just live happily for the rest of your life?

"If it doesn't work, we can always find a secluded place where we can get away from all the troubles of the world."

Alice came to the window and stood next to Rogers. Her eyebrows frowned slightly, and after hesitating for a while, she asked tentatively.

"So you can't satisfy my request, right?"

Rogers also frowned slightly, ignored Alice's whimsical question, and asked back.

He has accumulated troubles and conflicts to this point, and there is no turning back. If Alice really can't help him complete one part of the ritual, then he must find a backup method as soon as possible, and his physical condition does not allow it. He and Alice were wasting their time.

"I……"

Alice's eyes flashed with an indescribable emotion, and her lips opened slightly, as if she was about to say something, but she stopped the flow of words.

The sunlight fell softly on her body, outlining her slender body. She gently clasped her hands, trying to find a suitable way of expression, but did not dare to let it go easily.

"It doesn't matter, I can go find..."

Seeing this, Rogers didn't want to force the other party too much, but in the middle of his words, Alice raised her hand and gently blocked Rogers' lips.

"I...I can..." Alice pursed her lips tightly and squeezed out her promise from between her teeth.

"That's good." Rogers took Alice's hand off and nodded slowly with satisfaction.

Being able to form a real closed loop of destiny without the need for clumsy substitutes is naturally the best result.

The sun gradually climbed up the tall towers, casting long shadows, and the streets were illuminated brightly and bustling with people.

Rogers hadn't eaten much all day. He sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a quill, constantly thinking about and revising the content to be used in his speech.

He was not going to tell the gathered magicians anything profound, or release something new, but he wanted to complete an "open source" project, open source the production of wands, or how to use "Rogoth language" fundamental way.

The original version of the wand simply had most of the occult languages ​​engraved into it, and then used "Logese" as the activation and triggering condition.

And when he has mastered the spirituality of the four basic elements and then ascended and merged them, he will no longer need to resort to other mystical languages, as "Logos" itself can already touch the essence of the basic elements.

Coupled with the extremely powerful and high plasticity of "Luogesi Language" itself, it is enough to derive countless branches, and then establish countless mystical languages ​​​​based on "Luogesi Language".

As the symbol that activates the "Luo Gesi language", Luo Gesi also thought of the triple spiral that could symbolize and point to him.

However, all these ideas must go through another ascent.

"He who gives a name to thousands of things will surely exist in thousands of things..."

Logos kept pondering the history of the God of Wisdom, and pondering his own future in his mind.

As evening approaches, the sky gradually turns orange-red, and the outlines of buildings form silhouettes in the afterglow.

Rogers suddenly clenched his left hand into a fist and put it to his mouth. A weak and heavy cough hit him. His voice was low and weak, with an uncontrollable hint of choking.

Every cough made his body shake violently, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. As the coughs became more frequent, a trace of blood flowed from his mouth.

He pressed his chest hard, trying to control the frequency of coughing, but to no avail, every cough made his body tremble.

Alice was lying by the window in a daze as usual. After hearing a violent cough, she suddenly turned around and saw Lufia anxiously supporting Rogers' elbow, with a look of confusion on her face.

Without too much thinking, she immediately came to Luo Gesi's side and launched the special healing system at Luo Gesi with all her strength, suppressing Luo Gesi's injury that was obviously deteriorating rapidly.

"It seems that Alina is very successful. It's only the first day, and they are already so impatient..."

With the help of Alice, Loges tried to calm down his breathing rhythm. With the [Enlightenment Miracle], he could clearly detect the surge of earth elements underground in the city, constantly stirring up the catastrophe in his body.

At this moment, Alina also opened the door. When she saw Rogers sitting on the sofa, his face was pale and he looked like a sickly young man, he didn't have much surprise, some just couldn't hide it. It hurts to live.

"Do you want to leave for a few days? Anyway, I can give a smooth speech then." She came to Luo Gesi and proactively suggested.

"It's okay. Only by letting the world know that I'm here can we attract more people. When you really can't hold on, just start giving a speech. Everything else will be troublesome to you."

Rogers shook his head slightly, rejected Alina's proposal, and spoke firmly.

In the following days, what Luo Gesi did was the same as what he had done in the Magician's Mansion in the Imperial Capital some time ago.

It's just that there are fewer scholars among the people who come to visit, and most of them are magicians.

During this period, Rogers would deliberately reveal to these people, consciously or unconsciously, the achievements that he would publish in the last days of his life.

"So what you are saying is that as long as there is sufficient magic power, even ordinary people can control the 'Rogoth language'? And it is also a 'Rogoth language' that can be expanded independently without the help of other mystical languages?"

Over the past few days, Rogers would often face this question in various astonished tones, and every time he would answer firmly with a smile.

Panic, an uncontrollable emotion of panic, rapidly spread throughout the magician capital.

Many magicians find it unbelievable that the knowledge they have spent their entire lives researching only requires abundant magic power and a "Rogos language", which is enough for ordinary people to master the secret of releasing magic.

This news was like a thunderbolt, shaking the hearts of countless magicians and making them realize that the boundaries they once thought were unbreakable were actually so fragile.

Confusion is everywhere, permeating every corner of the city of magicians. Some people even begin to reflect on the majesty and power that were once taken for granted.

As for the doubts about whether Rogers was exaggerating, they were completely drowned out by more discussions.

After all, Logos had created so many miracles that there was no need for him to tarnish his honor like this at the moment of his death.

"Now it's not just the magicians. It's rumored that the Imperial City has also sent officials. This pressure is about to turn into reality. Even I can feel it clearly."

Alina frowned, holding a stack of paper to record appointments, and said in a deep voice.

Rogoth asked her to exclude anyone who might try to dissuade Rogoth from publishing his results publicly, but by doing so, she found that there seemed to be very few people left.

"How is the situation in Sanxian Square?"

Rogers stood up from the sofa with difficulty, holding on to his cane. Lufia frowned and supported his arm, helping him stabilize his body.

"After I spread the news that you might be in the square a few days ago, many people have been gathering in the square waiting day and night, and some people even set up tents.

"But most of them are wild mages and unsuccessful little inventors, because people with a little bit of fame will directly ask me for information about you, or make an appointment with me."

Alina sighed deeply, threw the paper on the table, raised her eyes to look at the haggard Rogers, and instantly knew that these things were no longer needed.

Alice also stood up. She walked silently to Rogers' side, suppressing the countless worries and worries surging in her heart. She tried her best to control the slightly trembling fingertips in her clenched palms.