Your notoriety is known to everyone.

"Luckily, I later witnessed you perfectly bewitching Princess Lufia and completing the gate test brilliantly. You even brought me an execution ceremony this morning that impressed me!

"Especially the vibration you emitted at the end of the ceremony! It was really too..."

When Montroy said this, it seemed as if he couldn't find any suitable adjective to perfectly express his thoughts at the moment.

His face flushed, his eyes sparkled with intoxication and excitement, and his face was filled with restlessness and admiration.

While the other party was stuck, Rogers finally found some useful text.

Saint Herte will hold a competition between colleges in a month, and by then, Alice will encounter the first major disaster in her life.

An underground society called the Harvesters Association will cast a spell to cut off the connection between the competition venue and the real world, and then try to dig out the various special items that Alice holds.

The person responsible for planning against Alice in the competition is the man in front of him, Montroy.

The Harvesters Association is an association that believes in the Abyss, and its members are extremely sensitive to the aura of the Abyss.

And he had been blessed by the bottomless pit, possessed a high-ranking fallen privilege, and held a fallen magic book...

No wonder the other party came to my door.

Just as Rogers was about to say something, he saw Montroy's face flushed, he kept licking his lips, and said in a very suppressed voice:

"My Lord, the most evil and wicked Holy Son, I am here for an important plan that will surely interest you!"

A plan that is doomed to fail, because the reason why you were able to successfully infiltrate Saint Herta was just the training arranged by the vice-principal for the saint.

Rogers kept complaining in his mind, but with a smile on his face, he motioned for the other party to continue.

Chapter 29 Help from Rogers

The plan Montroy mentioned was not too different from the plot development in the game. Rogers nodded in admiration from time to time, saying that this layout was perfect and could definitely pull the saint into the net smoothly.

"Thank you very much for your affirmation. These compliments are enough to make me happy for a long time!"

Montroy could not help but stand up again and saluted with his hand on his chest. After a slight hesitation, he continued with an expectant tone:

"Lord Rogers, are you interested in joining us? If you are willing to join the association, you will definitely receive the highest level of treatment!

“You can freely choose any trophies you like from this hunt. I believe that no member of the association will raise any objection.

"Even after the Saint is stripped of all her privileges, she can be left to you to do with as you please!"

Facing Montroy's passionate gaze, Rogers gently adjusted his monocle with his middle finger, looking thoughtful.

Although the Harvester Association appeared early in the game, its strength can put it in the first tier among various underground associations.

They call themselves the Harvesters, but are in reality bandits eager to plunder any special favors and magical feats they can lay their eyes on.

Senior members of the association are granted a special skill that can forcibly strip away other people's special privileges or skills and then turn them into magical items with the same abilities.

In his heart, Rogers actually coveted this skill, but unfortunately the timing was not right. Moreover, if people found out that he had joined an underground society, according to the laws of the empire, he would surely face endless persecution.

"It's not quite the right time yet, but I admire your plan and would like to make a small deal with you."

When he heard the first half of the sentence, frustration immediately appeared on Montroy's face, but the words that followed quickly cheered him up, and he straightened his expression and pretended to listen attentively.

“I will do my best to help you drag the Saint into the plan smoothly, and I can also secretly help you a few times when I think you need more help.

"And the bargaining chip is that after everything is over, I want to get some information and knowledge from you that I need." Rogers proposed slowly.

As expected, Montroy did not agree to this deal which was extremely profitable no matter how you looked at it. Instead, he showed some embarrassment.

It was not because the intelligence and knowledge were so valuable, but because Rogers' reputation made him too wary.

In addition to his great courage in imprisoning the Saint's brother and setting fire to the school entrance ceremony, what he was more concerned about was playing tricks on everyone during the trial in front of the gate, bewitching Princess Rufia, and the deceptive casting of spells during the duel with Caspar.

All these deeds undoubtedly revealed how cunning and deceitful this Son of God was.

Even after committing such a notorious act, he could still continue his studies in Saint Hert.

Such perfect character made Montroy admire him but also gave him a lot of fear.

He was afraid that the deal with Rogers would cost him as much as Caspar.

After all, this is not lobbying on behalf of an association, but individual to individual.

"In the name of Rogers Brid, I swear to my family and bloodline, as well as the deep bottomless pit. My sincerity is real and every character can show my sincerity."

Rogers stood up and faced Montroy, his expression and tone were particularly sincere.

"No! You misunderstood me! I don't doubt you! I agree to the deal right now!" Montroy responded hurriedly in a panic.

He was afraid of being hated by Rogers, and since Rogers dared to swear by his family bloodline and the bottomless pit, his previous worries were no longer important.

Just as he agreed, an extremely familiar aura of corruption pierced into his mind, leaving a strange mark on his spirit.

"Is this? The mark of the contract?" Montroy's eyes revealed deep gratitude.

He could clearly feel the effect of this contract mark. As long as the mark existed, no one could easily violate the transaction.

He even felt a little ashamed of this, ashamed that he had shamelessly doubted the sincerity of the Holy Son.

"Yes, I hope we have a pleasant transaction." Rogers chuckled and admitted, inviting a handshake, hoping to celebrate the conclusion of the contract.

Montroy looked at the hand that was offered to him, his face unnaturally flushed. He kept licking his lips, swallowing his saliva, and subconsciously rubbed his right hand on his clothes several times.

Rogers felt a little uncomfortable with Montroy's strange condition. He thought about it and decided that there was no need to shake his hand, so he silently withdrew his hand.

"Lord Rogers! I must first state that I do not have any ulterior motives towards your hand. It is just that I am very excited about this transaction." Montroy saw Rogers pull his hand back and explained anxiously:

"And I have to state again that I am not excited by looking at your hands, but I am honored to be the first member of the association who can shake hands with you.

"Finally, I must continue to state that I am really not..."

"No need to explain, I understand." Hearing this, Rogers walked quickly to the door, opened it quickly, and made a gesture to see him off: "Today's duel consumed too much magic power. I am a little sleepy now and want to rest. I will invite you to visit again if there is a chance in the future. Please leave first."

Montroy moved his lips, wanting to explain something, but seeing Rogers's resolute attitude, he had no choice but to walk out of the cabin step by step.

After the door closed with a bang, he stood there in a daze, feeling confused and regretful, staring at the tightly closed wooden door.

"It's all because of this damn mission. I have to disguise my appearance. Otherwise, when the Holy Son sees my true appearance, he will definitely not be so ruthless."

The expression on Montroy's feminine face changed for a moment, and then slowly emerged into a shy smile. He gently entwined his fingers with the ends of his hair, and kept murmuring:

“Lord Saint has already engraved the seal of the contract on my spirit… so even if this body collapses after the mission is completed, he will definitely be able to recognize the real me!

"Will he be attracted by my beauty? Will he regret not getting to know me better? But if he likes me too much and can't help but make some excessive requests, what should I do?"

"If I agree too quickly, will it seem like I'm being careless? But if I don't agree, what should I do if he hates me..."

"..."

Chapter 30: Justice Report

The sun slowly set and gradually disappeared behind the horizon, and the sky changed from bright to dim.

As soon as Rogers stepped out of the cabin, he felt a gentle breeze blowing, bringing the rustling of leaves and a subtle coolness.

He looked up at the stars twinkling in the sky as the night fell, then slowly lowered his gaze and fixed his sight on the most magnificent tower on campus, the famous Sage's Tower.

"I hope Professor Idrul is still working in the Tower."

Rogers tightened his windbreaker with his hands and walked towards the Sage Tower.

He had not intended to come out so late, but for some reason, after he sent Montroy out the door, he stood outside the door muttering to himself for a long time, and only just now did he leave, looking back every few steps...

After a while, Rogers arrived at the door of the Sage's Tower. He calmed down his chaotic mind a little and walked into the tower.

The walls inside the Sage Tower are inlaid with complex and exquisite runes and patterns, all of which glow faintly.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the towering ceiling, emitting a soft light that illuminates the entire first-floor hall.

Rogers stepped on the marble floor, and as he walked, a regular tapping sound was echoed.

"Child, come to the top floor."

A gentle and old voice appeared in Rogers' ears. He recognized this voice. At the entrance ceremony, he was also warned by this familiar voice.

"Yes, Vice Principal Avery."

Rogers touched his chest and saluted, then walked up the spiral staircase and climbed towards the top floor without looking around.

He came here this time originally to expose the members of the evil society hiding in Saint Herte to the professor. Now that the vice-president called him, he might as well report it to the vice-president.

Moreover, these people from the Harvester Association were originally let in by the vice-president, and if they tell her, maybe they can achieve some unexpected results.

The Sage's Tower appears to be towering into the clouds from the outside, and the inside seems to be even taller than the outside.

Rogers had been climbing the stairs for nearly an hour, but it seemed that he had only walked one-third of the way.

[Notice! Your behavior has attracted the attention of a being! ]

[The Laughing Artist of the Bottomless Pit casts his gaze upon you, asking if you are about to commit an act of betrayal.]

The prompt box that suddenly popped up made Rogers stunned for a moment, then he adjusted his expression, slowed down his climbing speed, and responded aloud in his heart.

"How can you call it betrayal? I am only fulfilling my deal with Montroy."

[The absurd artist of the bottomless pit burst into laughter at your shamelessness, and his two eyeballs were ejected onto the curtain of the world because of his uncontrollable laughter.]

[He thanks you for the joke. To show his gratitude, He generously offers to cover up your betrayal. The Harvesters will never know that this happened.]

[Notice! The world curtain is making corrections to the present world, and the entertainers in the bottomless pit will not be able to cast their gazes again for a short period of time.]

After silently closing the prompt box, Rogers quickened his pace.

This was the result of his oath to the Abyss. Unlike other gods, the god of the Abyss would never truly protect his believers.

They are either paranoid, psychotic, or fun-loving people. As long as you act according to their preferences, even people from the opposing camp are likely to receive corresponding gifts.

And most importantly, Rogers did not think that his current behavior had anything to do with betrayal. As an upright St. Herta student, he had the obligation to expose the existence of such insects.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally climbed to the top floor, panting.

Avery seemed to have been waiting for Rogers for a long time. She supported herself on the short wooden stick with both hands, and her eyelids drooped very low, as if they would close completely at any time.

"Vice Principal Avery?" Rogers called softly, breathing very rapidly.

"Oh, you are finally here, kid?" Avery slowly came back to his senses and said slowly, "Come here and look at the stars with me."

"Yes." Rogers lowered his head obediently, took the initiative to support the arm of the short old woman, walked with her to the edge of the top floor, and looked up at the starry sky as he was told.

"Tell me, why did you come to the Sage Tower?"

After a moment, Avery turned to look at Rogers with a smile in his eyes.

Rogers suddenly felt that the other party already knew what he was going to say next, but he still carefully considered his wording and reported the Harvester Association's affairs to Avery as usual.

At the same time, he also explained that the reason why the other party came to him was probably because he had a special book of the Fallen Attribute.

"Well... your report this time is enough to make up for the mistake you made at the induction ceremony. You don't need to be fined the 1,000 credits." Avery took Rogers' hand with relief, patted the back of his hand, and continued, "Child, are you used to Saint Hert?"

“There were some places I loved, but there were some places I really struggled to adjust to.”

Rogers answered seriously for once, because he knew that hiding and lying would be useless to the old woman in front of him. It was not because she had any ability to break through the [Special of Ignorance], but simply because her experience was too high, so high that Rogers' tricks could not have any effect on her.

"So what are you going to do? Will you try to adapt?" Avery asked, smiling.

"Smart people adapt themselves to the environment, while fools insist that the environment adapt to themselves, but I always believe that history is often created by the latter." Rogers responded sincerely.

“The first magical skill I came into contact with was astrology, and what I am best at is also astrology.

"But in my eyes, the stars tonight have become dimmer than yesterday's, and yesterday's stars were dimmer than the day before yesterday." Avery grabbed Rogers' hand and looked back at the starry sky again.

Her gaze was wandering, as if she was always pursuing something. The starry sky was reflected in her old eyes, but it could not hide the disappointment in them.

"Shouldn't this be a good thing?" Rogers said tentatively.

"Good news?" Avery was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth turned up, her eyes narrowed into slits, the fine lines at the end of her eyes became more obvious as the smile spread, and then she began to pat the back of Rogers' hand happily: "Yes! It's a good thing! Good news!

"You little brat! Thank you for making an old lady like me happy so late at night. Go back to bed!"

Just as Rogers was about to reply, the sight around him suddenly shifted. When he came to his senses, he was already in front of the door of his cabin.

……

"Can't you see anything?"

The moment Rogers disappeared, Idrul slowly emerged from the shadows, stroking his beard and saying with a smile.

"He will become the Saint's great enemy." The smile on Avery's face slowly disappeared, and he shook his head and sighed: "Regarding the rules of the competition for the top position of freshmen in Hilmi College, you should change them."

Idrul also lost his smile upon hearing this. Instead, he looked at Avery with wide eyes and asked in disbelief, "Do you think the Saint will lose to this kid?!"