Your notoriety is known to everyone.

"The transaction is established!"

Rogers waved his right hand gracefully, placed it on his chest, and leaned forward to salute.

There was no trace of affectation in the whole action, but it was full of sincerity, just like he had made a good friend who was worthy of his full trust.

The tentacles made of sand, stone and soil all collapsed, and the water mist dissipated along with them.

Kaspar fell to the ground helplessly. There was no joy of relief in his eyes. His gaze was dull and lifeless as he looked at the people in the audience.

"The winner! Rogers Brid!"

Idrul descended from the sky, declaring victory and patting Rogers' shoulder with satisfaction.

When he knew that the child possessed double intelligence bonuses and a magic book, he had already anticipated the inevitable victory, but he did not expect it to be to such an extent.

The usual congratulations and cheers for the winners did not rang out, and the freshmen in the audience fell into an eerie silence.

They didn't understand how Rogers did it, but they saw clearly the indescribable expression on Caspar's face.

Fierce? Fearful? Helpless?

Maybe there are struggles and sadness that they can't fully figure out.

Because in that short period of time, there were too many embarrassing expressions shown on that face that people wanted to forget.

And Rogers, who caused all this, could actually smile and whisper to the victim so easily.

The combination of that sincere and gentle smile and Caspar's miserable condition made many people present at a loss for words.

In the arena, no one knew about the existence of the [Li Ke Special], so no one knew what Rogers' purpose was in doing this.

So they naturally regarded all this as Rogers's interest.

"This guy is definitely a sadist! He is a sadist with extremely strong talent and strength, and he is likely to be proficient in mental magic!"

Many students came to the same conclusion.

"Kid, although geniuses always have some quirks that ordinary people cannot understand, I think you are still a little too extreme. You should restrain yourself when it is time."

After struggling for a while, Idrul couldn't help but warn. He had just clearly heard what Rogers whispered beside Caspar, and he felt that as a professor, he should say something.

After all, Rogers is only thirteen years old. If this bad taste is allowed to continue, he might develop a bad character.

"I understand..." Rogers nodded with a strange expression. He pressed hard on the magic book that kept vibrating on his chest without explaining anything.

"Well, let me take care of the rest. Go back and rest, and prepare yourself for the fight for the top spot."

Idrull looked at Rogers, who seemed to be somewhat wronged, and stopped talking. He waved his hand to signal him that he could leave.

Chapter 28: The Most Evil and Wicked Son of God (Two in One)

When Rogers returned to his cabin, it was not yet noon.

He folded his hands and stretched them towards the sky, stretching comfortably, while the magic book diligently stirred up its magic power and opened the door for its owner.

"Don't waste your magic power on meaningless things. You will have to compete with Alice for the top position soon." Rogers scolded with a stern face.

This magic book is good in every way. The only drawback is that it has intelligence, and the autonomy of this intelligence is ridiculously high.

Although the magic book would definitely not do anything that would harm Rogers because it had already recognized its master, the character of the spirit in the book was really too lacking in discipline.

【Follow your will! My great and evil master! 】

[I will definitely accumulate your magic power! And then inject it into the body of the saint! Help you complete a more magnificent execution! ]

The pages of the magic book were opened, and the lines on the pages twisted, quickly outlining two sentences filled with loyalty and expectation.

Rogers took a quick glance and knew that he understood what he meant, so he didn't try to correct him.

Over the past three days, he had tried countless times to correct the other party's terrible way of speaking, but unfortunately, he had achieved little success.

Pushing open the door, the girl's laughter as clear as a silver bell echoed in Rogers' ears. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Elena and Lufia sitting together on the sofa against the wall in the living room.

Rufia seemed to have heard something funny. She covered her mouth with her hands and her body trembled. Although she tried hard to restrain herself, laughter still flowed out from between her fingers.

However, Elina's expression was very confused, as if she was wondering why Rufia could smile like that.

"What are you laughing at?" Rogers closed the door, walked up to the two of them, reached out to pick up the pastry on the low long table in front of the sofa, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

He spent several days relying on Idrul's apples and almost forgot what it felt like to eat normally.

When Lufia saw Rogers approaching, she glanced away guiltily and tried even harder to suppress her smile, causing both sides of her cheeks to bulge slightly.

"Although this plate of cakes is indeed for you, you should express your gratitude before enjoying it." Elina criticized this impolite behavior and then explained:

"I told Lufia the various reasons why you were imprisoned in the Observatory Tower by the Count."

"Oh, thank you Miss Elina and Princess Lufia for your hard work in bringing me these free pastries from the school cafeteria." Rogers sat down next to Elina, then threw a dessert into his mouth and started chewing.

"It's my fault. I actually expected you to feel a little ashamed." Elina shook her head and sighed. It was unclear whether the expression on her face was mocking Rogers or laughing at her own immaturity.

"Shame? What should I be ashamed of?

"If it was cakes, I'd have already thanked you. And you broke into my dormitory without reason, so according to school rules you have to compensate me for the credits.

"If it was something I did in the past, then it was a mistake made by my past self. Why should I be ashamed of it now?" Rogers' logic was perfect, and he refuted the other party's ridiculous remarks in a serious manner.

The magic book floated in front of Elina's eyes and opened its pages, criticizing the other party's rude words and deeds on behalf of its owner.

[Lost girl, you have the blessing lines imprinted on your body by your master, so you should always be grateful for your master's kindness! ]

[Don’t just bring cakes for the master, even if it means offering your whole body and soul, it is your duty! ]

[And you must respect everything the master has done! Practice everything the master says! ]

[Only in this way can you continue to receive the Master's gift! Only in this way can you open your body and mind like me, and be infused with the Master's magic that makes books crazy! ]

【And enjoy the master...】

Without waiting for the rest of the text to appear, Rogers grabbed the magic book and suppressed it skillfully in his hand.

However, Elena's face was already filled with shame and anger, her flat chest heaving slightly, her eyes fixed on the innocent-looking Rogers, as if she would pounce on him at any time.

"Calm down. Anger is just using other people's mistakes to punish yourself. If you are really angry, I allow you to vent your anger."

Seeing that something was wrong, Rogers raised the magic book to block in front of himself and slowly moved backwards.

"This book should be a magic book, right? Magic books will choose their own masters, and will only choose holders who match their own characteristics..."

As Rogers retreated, Elina leaned forward, her eyes locked on his every move, her snow-white hair falling from her shoulders as she moved.

Lufia noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, and the smile on her face quickly disappeared, soon replaced by a distressed look.

She raised her arms slightly, as if she could control Elina from behind at any time.

Obviously, these two good friends usually act very mature, but for some reason they always suddenly break out into conflicts for no apparent reason.

Lufia has gradually become accustomed to playing the role of a parent-like mediator when they are about to start a fight.

“I just experienced a duel, which consumed a lot of magic power, and I also have to prepare for the competition for the top position of Hilmi Academy.

"Are you going to murder my fiancé at such an important moment?"

Faced with Elina's relentless pressure, Rogers immediately put on a sad expression and complained sadly about the other party's despicable behavior that disregarded the overall situation.

"Heh, didn't you tell the Saint at the opening ceremony that we're not even engaged yet?"

Elina gritted her teeth and sneered. Although the anger on her face had not subsided much, she still sat up straight with hatred and did not try to attack Rogers again.

Seeing this, Lufia and Rogers both breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Rogers had been promoted to Bronze, for some reason, he always had a premonition that if Elena really pounced on him, he would be pinned down by her in the first place.

He is clearly just a minor character in the game, so why is the sense of oppression so much stronger than that of Caspar...

"If I hadn't needed to save my magic power, I wouldn't have endured such humiliation. I will definitely give her a good kick next time."

Rogers made up his mind.

"When I was leaving the arena with Lufia, a freshman from Augustus Academy stopped us and handed me a letter.

"He said that this letter was written by the Third Prince, and asked me to pass it to you.

"Also, I heard that the third prince has now become the head freshman at Augustus College."

Elina seemed to have remembered something important, and she took out a golden letter from her waist pocket and threw it directly on Roger's legs.

"The third prince? That's a real surprise."

Rogers slapped the magic book aside, warned it not to move, and picked up the gorgeous envelope wrapped in gold foil.

The wax pattern on the envelope was neither the coat of arms of Augustus College nor the royal pattern, but more like the personal seal of the third prince.

He tore open the side of the envelope, pulled the letter out, glanced at it briefly, and showed an amused expression.

"He invited me to Augustus College as a prince to assist him, and promised me many benefits, both inside and outside the school.

"As expected of His Royal Highness, the prince of the empire, he gave much more generously than the professors."

Rogers handed the letter to Elina and Lufia with a rather disdainful tone.

The third prince of the empire, Richard Augustus, has great ambitions, but carries an extremely embarrassing identity.

In nearly half of the main plot line of "Evening Bell Quartet", in order to ascend to the throne, the prince boldly and secretly relied on the power of the fiefdom noble faction.

However, after ascending the throne, he revealed his ambition to completely centralize power, just like other members of the royal family.

Unfortunately, his succession to the throne was the result of the joint cooperation of the fiefdom nobles. After he ascended the throne, he not only broke his promise, but even repaid kindness with enmity, which completely provoked revenge from the fiefdom nobles and brought the contradiction between imperial power and the fiefdom nobles to the surface.

As a result, of course, he was given only three tragic endings.

First, he was forced to be imprisoned in the black tower which was specially used to detain the royal family, and his young son was promoted to the throne by the royal family and became a puppet of the royal family.

Second, he was constantly attacked by assassinations while on tour. After being injured several times, his physical condition deteriorated. He had no choice but to stay behind the scenes and entrust power to the ministers in the emperor's court.

Third, the first prince made a comeback, personally imprisoned his foolish brother, and completed the normal succession.

After that, the first prince was no longer able to continue the old emperor's centralized policy, and devoted himself to being a paperhanger. Before his death, he barely restored the power of the imperial power and the power of the fiefdom nobles to a state of mutual checks and balances rather than an all-out conflict.

"Luffia, find someone to send a message to the Third Prince, and tell him that I am preparing for the competition for the position of the academy's chief. If I fail, I will seriously consider his proposal.

"Remember, this person must be commanded by you personally."

After hearing what Rogers said, Lufia nodded ignorantly and agreed without further questioning.

"It seems that you are very confident in the position of chief." Elina looked up and down at Rogers meaningfully.

Rogers did not comment on this and just shrugged slightly.

After all, no one in this world understands Alice better than him.

After burping, he stood up, stepped over Elina, came in front of Lufia, put his hands on the top of her head and rubbed it.

"Silly princess, you have to be a little wary of others. If I were a bad person, I would have eaten you up long ago."

Rogers was very dissatisfied that the princess agreed to his request without hesitation and did not even ask for the reason.

"Take your dirty hands away, I will take good care of her." Elena slapped Roger's hand away, and then used her hands to tidy up Lufia's messy hair.

"I'm not stupid!" Lufia looked at the two of them angrily. She had just been trying her best to stop them from having a childish fight, but she didn't expect that they would treat her like a fool.

"Yeah, you're the smartest." Rogers nodded perfunctorily.

There followed a few more arguments and jokes until the sun gradually sank toward the horizon, and then Lufia and Elina left together.

Rogers wanted to tidy up and go to bed, but there was a sudden knock on the door.

He opened the door suspiciously, only to see a feminine-looking student with long curly light brown hair looking at him nervously.

"Saint... Oh no! Lord Rogers! My name is Montroy Sterlington! I just entered Landona College. Please forgive me for my presumptuous visit!"

After introducing himself, Montroy immediately touched his chest and saluted, showing extraordinary respect.

Rogers frowned slightly. He could clearly sense that there was a faint aura from the bottomless pit on the other party.

"It's okay, come in and talk."

He extended his hand in greeting, wondering why this person came here, and took out a monocle from his pocket, tapped it on his left eye socket, and began to look for any text related to this person in the game.

"According to your will!"

Montroy carefully closed the door and sat on the edge of the sofa with a pilgrim look on his face.

He rolled his throat a few times, and after making sufficient preparations, he continued to speak with a trembling voice:

“After I heard about your defilement of the Saint, I have always wanted to meet you, but unfortunately I never had the chance.