Your notoriety is known to everyone.

Do they think they are still children who cannot touch alcohol, so they deliberately avoid it?

But we are all thirteen years old, why do we have to be left aside?

Disappointment, doubt, sadness... a variety of complex emotions entangled in Lufia's heart, making her somewhat unsure of what she should do at the moment.

But then fear and guilt quickly took over my thoughts.

She was afraid that the bond between her and the two of them would slowly become fragile and easily breakable, and she felt guilty that she was perhaps too naive to have such bad emotions because of these things.

But Rogers and Elina were the first true friends she had ever met, and she didn't want to lose the friendship of either of them easily.

As long as I become more mature and better, Rogers and Elena will definitely not abandon me like this again!

Lufia thought so, she patted her face with her hands, tried to adjust her complicated thoughts, and soon forced out a bright smile.

Rogers also suddenly woke up at this moment. He sat up abruptly, holding his slightly dizzy head with his hands. He wanted to wake Elena up first, but he just noticed Rufia standing in front of him and the sky outside the house had already brightened.

"Good morning, please sit down first. I'm going to drink some water. I'm so thirsty..."

He woke up, spoke with a dry throat, briefly greeted Rufia, and then stood up and walked towards the bedroom upstairs.

"It's already noon." Lufia corrected in a low voice. She saw Elena slowly open her eyes because of Roger's actions, so she squeezed in next to her and greeted her with a smile.

Elina raised her hand and gently rubbed her temple. She looked at the sky outside the window and explained to Lufia with some guilt: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that bottle of wine would be so intoxicating..."

"It's okay. A hangover must be very uncomfortable. Do you need me to go to the cafeteria to get you some food?" Lufia responded nonchalantly, and then asked with concern.

“No, I don’t feel particularly uncomfortable, but my legs are a little numb…” Elina shook her head and gently kneaded her legs.

Rogers had already gone downstairs at this time and handed Elina a glass of water.

The tightly bound magic book kept circling around him, trying to move closer to its owner from time to time, but unfortunately it was still slapped away.

“This morning, Dean Idrul called everyone together again, this time to distribute the finished school uniforms and the textbooks to be used in the next class.

“Because the time for the call was very tight and I didn’t see Elina, I thought you had already gone to the lawn alone.

"But you didn't show up all morning, so I took the initiative to bring it back for you..."

Lufia explained the origin of the things on the table. Although she tried her best to cover it up, a hint of loss still leaked out from her words.

Elina was quick to notice the other person's abnormality, so she reached out and held him in her arms, apologetically comforting him, "I promise, this kind of thing will never happen again..."

She had intended to return to her and Lufia's dormitory shortly after nightfall, but the alcohol was a little too potent than she had anticipated.

Rogers ignored the loving mother and filial daughter. He took out a few textbooks and flipped through them casually, then unfolded his school uniform and looked at it.

The azure blue robe is made of fine fabric, and its delicate texture brings a hint of coolness to the touch.

There are not too many decorations on the robe, only the cuffs and collar are dotted with delicate silver embroidery. These delicate patterns are like twinkling stars when the robe is moved.

Although this high-quality robe has a feeling of simplicity and exquisiteness, Rogers still thought that it might look better if it was changed into a windbreaker style.

It seemed that Elina's comfort had a good effect. Lufia quickly got rid of her disappointment. She looked back and forth between Elina and Rogers several times, and asked expectantly: "So, have you reconciled completely?"

"No."

The two responded in unison, making Lufia seem even happier.

She could clearly feel the change in the atmosphere between the two, which had never happened before.

Because the first class for freshmen was to start in the afternoon, Elina and Lufia took a short rest and then rushed back to the dormitory to prepare.

After seeing them off, Rogers went to the bathroom to wash up, changed into his school uniform, and finally sat on the sofa to continue reading the textbooks.

Rather than being teaching materials, these textbooks are more like a sorted compilation of introductions to books.

Special emphasis is placed on the study and teaching of ancient classical literature, and the reasoning and proof process in logical thinking is also extremely cumbersome.

Without the guidance of a mentor, ordinary people would probably find it extremely difficult to learn them.

And most importantly, due to the complexity of the school, Rogers discovered several contradictory conceptual conflicts after just a quick flip through.

"It seems there is still a lot to do..."

He pinched the Jingming acupoint and murmured.

……

By noon, the dark clouds had grown thicker, covering the entire sky tightly and preventing most of the sunlight from coming through.

But this did not affect the excitement of the freshmen at all. They all rushed into the spiral tower happily with expectant expressions.

The classroom for the theoretical courses also happened to be where they took the written exams.

Many freshmen who had just entered the classroom saw a scene that surprised them: the seats in the middle and front were all firmly occupied by students from the Hilmi Academy wearing azure blue uniforms.

They all gave off a feeling that they had been sitting there for a long time, and each of them was diligently flipping through the "Complete Explanation of Magic Basics" that would be used in the next class.

"They are indeed the geniuses of Hilmi College. They are so hardworking." A freshman expressed his admiration to his companions.

"It seems that not all students in Hilmi College are like this." His companion motioned for him to look outside the door. There were still scattered freshmen in azure college uniforms walking slowly towards them.

"Hurry, let's find a seat. The little devil from Hilmi Hall is coming over." The freshman saw a figure in the corridor, grabbed his companion's arm, and walked quickly to the nearest empty seat.

Rogers was chewing on the apple given by Idruul, trying to fill his empty stomach a little.

He now really wanted to boast about Idrul's cultivation skills in person. These apples were not only filling and refreshing, but the taste had not changed at all after being stored for such a long time.

If he stocked up enough, there would be no need to go to the cafeteria at all, and it would also free up a lot of spare space in his tight schedule.

"I knew it would be like this."

Elina followed Rogers into the classroom, her eyes swept over her classmates who were occupying the front row and studying hard, and she sighed.

This was just the beginning. She could already gradually imagine how ferocious Rogers would push them in the future.

"Isn't this something that should make people feel gratified? We enjoy the best educational resources in the empire, so we should make corresponding efforts."

As Rogers spoke, he walked towards his own window seat in the back row, with no intention of competing with his classmates in the front row.

When the students, headed by Rogers, realized that he had entered the classroom, they all cast their eyes towards him.

Seeing his lazy look and the way he ran straight to the back row, many people looked at him with contempt or disdain.

The reason why these freshmen work so hard is not only because of the unreasonable and harsh credit allocation rules, but more of them also have the idea of ​​completely surpassing Rogers in terms of academic performance.

After all, Rogers himself said that his personal ranking was also taken into account in this ridiculous set of rules.

They all wanted to see the miserable situation of Rogers being suppressed at the end, so as to suppress the opponent's arrogance.

If I leave him behind for a long time, I might even ask the dean to replace him.

After all, no one wants to hand in all the credits they have worked so hard to earn, especially since Rogers has such a terrible personality that he might even embezzle the credits.

"It seems that the classmates who are forced to follow you don't like you very much..." Elina said to Rogers in a teasing tone after she took her seat.

"You say that as if those classmates who didn't follow me would like me very much." Rogers replied casually.

He put his gold-rimmed monocle into his left eye socket, spread out the paper, picked up the quill and began to write rapidly.

Because of the characteristics of this magic prop, he can achieve a photographic memory for all books, and what he is doing now is to roughly sort out the key parts of the textbooks and summarize them into a network relationship link map similar to the function of the obsidian software in his previous life.

By the way, I also wrote down a lot of conflicting concepts so that I can go to the professor to ask about them in person after class.

Elena watched Rogers scribbling non-stop. At first, she was confused about what Rogers was doing, but as the network knowledge structure unfolded, her brows gradually became more solemn and more confused.

Chapter 35 Although he is cunning, tyrannical, and dictatorial...he is indeed a good man

"I'm telling you, aren't you getting too close?" Rogers scratched Elena's cheek with the feather on his pen and reminded her helplessly.

He had noticed early on that Elena was carefully watching him write, and since what she wrote was nothing shameful, he didn't pay much attention to it.

At first, there was a moderate distance between the two of them, but as time went on, Elena got closer and closer, and at this point she was almost leaning on him, and they could almost feel each other's breathing intertwining.

"Teach me." Elina said briefly. She casually put away the feather pen, her eyes filled with curiosity and exploration caused by this new way of taking notes.

She paused for a moment and added, "Consider it as a thank you for reminding you yesterday. I knew from your expression that the information was very important."

Faced with Elena's self-righteousness, Rogers didn't know what to say for a moment. It was clear that there was a sense of distance between them a few days ago, but how come she suddenly became as curious as the day they first met?

"Come closer, so Lufia can learn from you too."

Seeing his silent reaction, Elina didn't say much. She moved the manuscript paper closer to her and pulled Lufia over to watch it together.

"Okay..." Rogers felt that the other party seemed to have been asking for things since they met, so it didn't matter if he taught him a little bit now. It wouldn't delay anything anyway.

“It’s a visual tool that can help you organize your thoughts and structure your knowledge.

“First, we need to extract a core theme as the starting point and center, and then list the relevant sub-themes and establish connecting clues with them.

"These subtopics can be expanded and cross-linked, such as..."

The three of them leaned their heads together. Elina and Lufia were telling Rogers' story very seriously, observing the characters on the paper carefully, and occasionally they would speak out to discuss a few words.

"Poor Lady Lufia, she was actually bewitched by that despicable scum. I don't know when she will wake up..."

Eunice, who had just stepped into the classroom, looked at the three people huddled together by the window in the back row, not knowing what they were doing, and said to Alice in front of her with regret.

During the trial in front of the gate, she was the first one to identify Rogers' identity, but she failed to enforce justice in time. Instead, she was repeatedly fooled by Rogers.

Even though Alice later made a special clarification, saying that Rogers was not as bad as the rumors said, Eunice still did not let go of her prejudice against him.

The subsequent developments were just as she had expected; Rogers's bad character could not be concealed.

"Although he is a bit cunning, seemed very tyrannical during his duel with Caspar, and seemed very dictatorial towards the students who followed him, he is indeed a good person."

Alice looked in the direction of Rogers, her eyes revealing an elusive and complex emotion, and her voice was slightly low and soft as she responded.

"Lady Saint, your brother is still imprisoned by his family. You must not be so easily bewitched by him!"

When Eunice heard these words, she immediately became extremely anxious. She looked at the saint eagerly and advised with concern.

If the Saint was also deceived by Rogers, then no one in the entire grade would be able to compete with her.

In this way, all the students will be corrupted by him sooner or later and succumb to his tyranny.

Alice stood there quietly, her lips slightly parted, but no sound came out, or rather, she didn't know what to say at this moment.

As if she had fallen into a whirlpool of thought in an instant, her eyes were always fixed in the direction of Rogers, as if she was looking for an answer and thinking about how to respond.

Then the second student who was standing beside her made a similar suggestion to Eunice, and then the third, the fourth...

Less than a minute had passed, but Alice felt as if a long time had passed. She moved her lips a few times and smiled as she looked at the students who followed her. "I understand your painstaking efforts, but please don't call me Sir anymore. Please just call me by my name."

Eunice did not get the response she expected. She wanted to continue giving a few more reminders, but she saw a boy with an elegant and dignified gait coming up to the saint.

The other person had shining golden hair and his face showed some baby fat lines, but at the same time he had a temperament that was inconsistent with his age, and his bright blue eyes were full of enthusiasm.

Looking at the simple yet gorgeous purple robe, Eunice confirmed the man's noble identity without hesitation - the third prince of the empire, Richard Augustus.

"Your Highness, I am very happy to spend the rest of my time on campus with you. As an honor, please allow me to extend my warmest greetings to you."

Richard had a perfectly friendly smile on his face, and his whole temperament was proud and confident. He greeted Alice sincerely, and when he was about to take Alice's hand for a kiss, she dodged him without leaving a trace.

"Your Highness, class will start soon. Now is not the right time to talk too much. I would like to ask you to allow us to find our respective seats first."

Eunice gritted her teeth and moved closer to Alice, and asked Richard in a very respectful tone.

She could clearly feel Alice's resistance and discomfort. Although she didn't want to offend the respected prince in front of her, she gritted her teeth and stood up when she saw the hesitation of her classmates around her.

"Of course, I'm sorry to waste your time." Richard was not angry at all when he heard this, and seemed to not mind Eunice's rudeness and resistance of suddenly interrupting him.

He remained quite calm and decent, slightly turned sideways to make way, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Let's go, Saint...Alice, everyone in the Demon King's House has started to work so hard, we can't fall too far behind." Eunice knelt down to Richard, then gently took Alice's wrist and walked quickly towards the stepped seats.

Richard looked at Alice's back with interest, then looked deeply in Rogers' direction and commented in an intriguing tone, "It's really interesting."

"Your Highness, even if she is a saint, she should not be so rude to you! If it weren't for the permission of the empire, how could she have such a reputation today? Do we need..."

The faces of the students following Richard were full of indignation, and one of them couldn't help but make a suggestion.

But before he could finish, Richard glanced at him and the other party immediately stopped talking and lowered his eyebrows to show respect and obedience.

……

After all the students arrived, a moment passed before the instructor in charge of this course slowly walked into the classroom and onto the podium.

"My name is Alana. In the next year, I will be responsible for teaching you the basic theoretical knowledge about magic."

Alana is tall, with smooth blonde hair neatly combed and draped over her shoulders.

She was wearing a light, flowing moon-white robe that perfectly accentuated her mature and graceful figure.

Rogers recognized the other person at a glance. This was one of the deans who had run to his temporary dormitory to compete for his position on the day of the entrance ceremony.