Your notoriety is known to everyone.

Living with a liar who is good at cheating every day will always accumulate some strange experiences.

This is something she just realized.

"I also want to ask Rogers how to play chess." Kelvins thought that Elena's fatigue was a sign of boredom, and soon continued to state his true purpose.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't have much free time in the near future, but we can have a spell duel on the weekend. I will submit the relevant application to my instructor tomorrow."

Elina's face was full of impatience. After inviting Kelvins to a duel, she picked up the textbook with one hand, pulled Lufia with the other hand, and quickly left the classroom.

Only Kelvins was left standing there at a loss. He stared blankly at the two girls' backs as they walked away, not understanding why they were suddenly being asked to duel...

"Why do you want to challenge him to a duel?" Lufia couldn't help but ask as she accompanied Elena out of the spiral tower.

"Because if we beat him to the same degree as Caspar, we can save a lot of trouble in the future, just like what Rogers did."

Elina looked at the setting sun in the sky, her eyes glancing at several classmates wearing Augustus Academy uniforms, and responded in a resolute tone.

"Should we tell Rogers about this? Will he also be in a lot of trouble?" Lufia didn't quite understand, but she still instinctively grasped something.

"Of course I have to tell him, and describe it in a more serious way. I want to see how he reacts.

"And he's in enough trouble, isn't he? This is just the beginning." Elina stretched out her hand and pinched Lufia's little face, then seemed to think of something and continued:

"By the way, how much do you know about the third prince?"

……

The scene in front of Rogers kept changing and moving until it landed on a broad wooden board placed between the branches of a tall oak tree.

The dim light passed through the dense leaves, forming mottled shadows and falling on his body.

In front of him, there was a tree house made of logs and had a very simple appearance.

This tree house looks very quaint, with traces of time imprinted on the outside, and a faint woody scent emanating from the whole house.

When the breeze blows through the branches, the vines covering the eaves sway gently, bringing a unique charm.

"Professor Alana?" Rogers looked at the instructor beside him and asked in confusion.

This tree house looks like it should be Idrul's residence in the game. He thought Alana was going to discuss linguistics with him, but now it seems that something is wrong.

"Come in first." Alana didn't say much, just raised her hand to push open the door, and invited Rogers to go in.

The furnishings in the room were very simple, almost like an enlarged version of a temporary dormitory, with at most an additional bookshelf.

The first thing Rogers noticed when he entered the room was Caspar lying on the ground.

There was a straw mat under the other person, and his body was tightly tied up with vines. There was a black object stuffed in his mouth, which looked like some kind of fruit.

Idrul sat on a small wooden stool, staring at Caspar with a frown on his face.

"Haven't you found the reason yet?" Alana walked to Idrull's side and also lowered her eyes to look at Caspar.

"No..." Idrul sighed, turned to look at Rogers, and explained:

“He fell into a deep sleep for a long time after the duel with you. He finally woke up this morning, but he looked crazy.

“By noon, he even had manic symptoms and almost tore down my house.

“I really don’t understand the reason, but as the notary of your duel, I can’t just sit there and do nothing, so I asked Alana to bring you here.

"But don't worry, since this is a traditional duel, and with my notarization, you don't need to bear any responsibility."

Rogers touched his chest and saluted, then nodded to show that he understood. He slowly walked to Caspar's side while looking at the message that popped up in the prompt box.

["Shadow Rogers Brid" born in the sleepless town activates his perception instinct on you, and the ignorance bonus is passively triggered. Please choose whether to pass the judgment. 】

Chapter 40: To cheat, to sneak attack, this newly born cursed creature (two in one)

Rogers silently chose "no", then pinched his chin and looked at Caspar for a few seconds, then said to Idrul:

"Professor Idrul, I think I know where the problem lies."

Idrul slowly opened his eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead twisted into a ball, and his old face was full of disbelief.

This was a problem that neither he nor Alana had been able to figure out. How come Rogers was able to find out the reason as soon as he arrived?

He stared at the sincere Rogers, as if he had thought of something, and asked with trembling lips: "You kid, don't you have more than two high-level intelligence specials?"

"Two high-level intellectual specialties?" Upon hearing this, Alana looked at Rogers fiercely. Her lips were slightly parted and her breathing became rapid.

"Damn old liar! This kid has such great qualifications, why didn't you report him to the school?!"

Then she grabbed Idrul's antlers fiercely and began to shake him up and down and left and right.

If the previous perception of Rogers by the deans of various colleges was that this child had a high probability of becoming a sage, then with the current information, this probability would directly approach 100%.

Not only the sage, but even the legendary great sage has become a reachable height.

Such important news is enough to excite any great magician.

No magician could resist the opportunity to have his name engraved in the glorious history of the magic world together with the Great Sage, especially when this Great Sage could be described as his disciple...

"Stop shaking! You damn girl! We are professors! There are students in front of us!

"Besides, after you know this news, will you selflessly tell others about it?

"And even if we tell others about it, the school won't make an exception for this child just because of his qualifications! Even the Saint hasn't made an exception!" Idrul argued angrily.

Alana shook the antlers less and less, and finally threw them away. She smoothed her dress with her hands and nodded in agreement with a reserved attitude:

"Indeed, such a high talent might harm him if it were to be spread out. We should be responsible for his safety and keep this secret firmly."

Rogers wanted to tell them that the instructor should put the safety of the students first. Caspar was still lying on the ground, half dead.

But he instinctively felt something was wrong. It was normal that Idrul could not find the problem. After all, the field he was proficient in had nothing to do with the current situation.

But according to Alana's performance in the game, even if she couldn't quickly figure out the reason completely, she should definitely be able to find out the general idea.

Facing Rogers's deliberate inquiring gaze, Alana's eyes were filled with admiration and she blinked twice very quickly.

When he saw the blink of an eye, Rogers understood that Professor Alana was deliberately not revealing the problem. She probably wanted to embarrass Idrull, or wanted to take the opportunity to test him, or maybe she had both of these motives.

As he pondered in his mind, he sighed imperceptibly. He really didn't understand why these professors were so cunning. Are they all like honeycomb briquettes?

"If we want Caspar to get better quickly, the two professors need to leave first. Otherwise, the Shadow Demon will never dare to show up if you are here." Rogers suggested.

"Shadow Demon?" Idrul's eyes suddenly became deep and sharp. He slowly fixed his gaze on Caspar's face, and a sense of indifference and coldness flowed in those old eyes.

Alana also frowned slightly, as if she had not expected the situation to be so serious. She opened her mouth and asked Rogers: "Is this shadow demon reflecting you?"

"That's right." Rogers nodded.

“Although the newly born Shadow Demon is not very strong, due to its insomnia characteristics, even great magicians like us would find it troublesome, and it might even slip away if we are not careful.

"Since it is a reflection of you and can make you feel something, then it should be almost unable to restrain itself and try to replace your spiritual instinct, right?"

Idrul spoke in a low voice, and the magic in the wooden house gradually became more full and lively, as if everything in the house was shrouded in an illusory halo.

He slowly raised his wrinkled old hand, and wisps of gray and murderous magic flowed between his protruding knuckles. His five fingers were wide open and were about to cover Caspar's face.

"Wait a minute, Professor! If you do this, it is very likely that you will severely damage Caspar's spirit, or even endanger his life. It would be safer if I could lure out the Shadow Demon."

When Rogers saw what Idrull was doing, he quickly spoke out to stop him. In the game, any character whose Shadow Fiend was forcibly removed would either go crazy or die.

Caspar could now be considered his property, so how could he be destroyed so casually?

And for him who has enough information about the Shadow Demon, this thing is actually not difficult to deal with, and can even be used as some precious material.

"You kid...you're a pretty nice person." Idrulton paused and looked at Rogers with a complicated expression.

According to the law, in the process of conquering the Shadow Demon, any harm caused to its host can be regarded as a legitimate action and no responsibility needs to be borne.

And Rogers' current suggestion is to exchange his own safety for Caspar's safety.

"Professor, you know the power of my special privilege. As long as I don't deliberately remove the power of the special privilege, this thing is unlikely to cause much harm to me." Seeing the other party's hesitation, Rogers continued to add.

"That's right..." Idrul nodded slightly. He always felt that this child seemed a little too kind.

However, if Rogers's talent was not so high, he would not be willing to take on the reputation of harming students in order to protect their safety.

After a brief discussion with Alana, the two of them carefully instructed Rogers on the relevant situation of the Shadow Demon, then stood up and walked out of the wooden house together.

After Rogers closed the door, the magic book slowly emerged from the void. He pushed the monocle on his left eye with one hand and returned to Caspar with the magic book in the other hand.

All the plot texts related to the Shadow Demon flowed quickly through his mind, and the [Enlightenment Special] was also accelerating his thinking, constantly filtering out information that was worthy of current attention.

The sleepless night is praised by many scholars as the cradle or destination of all spiritual things.

But no one has been able to describe exactly what kind of place it is. We can only assert that it is highly related to "spirit", and it may even be a pure spiritual world.

The Shadow Demon is a magical creature that was born from it and then roams freely in the world.

At first, it did not have much intelligence and would only absorb negative emotions instinctively, especially the negative emotions of magicians.

When a large group of magicians generate a lot of negative emotions at the same time, and these emotions are all directed at the same creature.

The shadow demon will be affected and begin to transform spontaneously. It will continue to move closer to that creature, imitate the creature's behavior patterns, and instinctively try to usurp the creature's spirit.

At this stage, the Shadow Demon transforms from a pure magical creature into a cursed creature, and also evolves sufficient intelligence.

Generally speaking, the hosts chosen by the Shadow Fiend are living beings that are targeted by emotions, rather than magicians who output emotions.

Or perhaps it was because Rogers had provoked Caspar too much during the duel, causing the Shadow Demon to be unable to resist the temptation and choose the wrong host.

But in this case, this shadow demon can only be considered a disabled child.

Because it only imitates the impression of Rogers by the people around it, and cannot obtain any information about Rogers himself through parasitism.

There is also the last point in the intelligence, which is also the most important one. All living beings can only be replaced by the Shadow Demon once. After the replacement ceremony, no matter what the result is, that creature will have absolute resistance.

A failed Shadow Fiend will never again have the chance to usurp the spirit of another, and will be trapped in a vortex of ever-harder efforts to imitate the chosen creature.

This feature can make the [Time Travel Special] that Rogers has always thought to be useless work wonders, because after being replaced once, he will be resurrected immediately, and the continuous spirit will also inherit the resistance to the Shadow Fiend.

Therefore, the most important thing now is how to let this shadow demon actively invade his mind.

Rogers sat cross-legged beside Caspar, chin in hand, eyes downcast as he stared at him, a smile of interest on his lips, he spoke softly:

"Come, let's see if you can bear my fate."

After a moment, there was no movement in the room, as if he was talking to the air.

"You are in Caspar's body, so you should know what he has signed. If you don't want me to light him like firewood and burn you to death, then come quickly.

"I'm so tired. I don't want to live in this world full of malice and prejudice. After you replace my spirit, even if you have to continue to imitate me out of inertia, you can try to make your life easier.

"Remember, I am actually a good person. All the comments about me by people around me are rumors and prejudices. I am so kind and upright, and I trust everyone so much...

"However, the malicious slander around me made me feel very uncomfortable, and even gave me a desire to be free..."

Rogers lowered his head, his eyes gradually became weak, and his narration slowly revealed a heavy sadness and resentment that was difficult to conceal.

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying the pain and confusion from deep within his heart. Disappointment spread across his face, as if a thick dark cloud had emerged.

“Then why do you have such a strict resource allocation policy?”

The clear and pleasant voice of a young girl rang in Rogers' ears. He looked at Caspar on the ground with a little surprise. This thing has a gender?!

Or could it be that he had knocked out the "female" in Caspar's heart, thereby affecting the Shadow Demon?

"I am not possessed by him. I am just manipulating him like a puppet."

As if understanding Rogers's surprise, he patiently explained.

This is not right! This Shadow Demon is not right! This is so wrong!

In all the lines in the game, there were a total of three Shadow Fiends, and each time the opponent would only imitate the chosen creature, but this one gave Rogers a very dull and stupid feeling.

How could I be so stupid? It's even more impossible for me to make a girl's voice!

But the conspicuous "Shadow Rogers Brad" on the prompt box was clearly confirming to him that this was indeed a Shadow Demon, and it was the Shadow Demon that reflected him.

After a moment of silence, he tentatively answered:

"I just made a distribution rule that I thought would allow everyone to take what they need and do their best."

Of course, what Rogers actually said was that he took what he needed, and those who followed him did what they could.

At the moment, he was not sure about the state and character of the Shadow Demon, so he subconsciously began to "speak half and leave the other half" in a guiding manner.

"Then why are you so dictatorial? If the students of the Saint's College feel that there is something wrong with the allocation policy, they can go to the Saint to discuss and re-establish the rules."

Upon hearing this, Rogers' face showed anger as if he had been severely slandered. He replied indignantly: "Who said I am a dictator?! Those who follow me can naturally come to me to discuss such matters!"

Well, if we are just here to discuss the distribution rules of the Saint's House...