Your notoriety is known to everyone.

She emphasized the word "wounded" very much, and stared at Rogers so hard that he felt inexplicably guilty.

Because of the succubus's behavior, Rogers didn't have time to tell Elena yesterday what he was going to do, and he didn't know how to explain or respond afterwards.

“Before I came to see you this morning, I heard in class that the Saint had decided that she would return to her hometown during the holidays.

"Then many students expressed their desire to follow her and return with her to the birthplace of the Saint."

Elina retracted her gaze, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said lightly.

"Are many Saint Herte's students acting together..." Rogers lowered his eyes and continued to look at the letter, his tone quite complicated.

If he went somewhere else, he wouldn't care much, but the birthplace of the saint was in his own territory.

My father would probably have a headache when he heard the news. After all, the relevant reception etiquette is an extremely troublesome matter.

Students who are able to enroll in Saint Herta will gain the respect of the nobles even if they do not have noble blood.

The name of this school alone implies a lot, and being able to enter Saint Herte also means having a future full of infinite possibilities, making it an object worthy of being befriended by all forces.

"The Second Prince will also be visiting the East soon, accompanied by Earl Demont, and Prince Reuel and his wife."

Rogers put the letter away and took a deep breath.

The second prince was different from the first and third princes. He joined the Pantheon at a young age and became a priest.

When he served as a bridge between the royal family and the Pantheon, he completely lost the possibility of competing for the throne, so he would not be suspected by the nobles of the fiefdom and was a good visiting identity.

As for Count Demont, he is Caspar's father and also owns a territory in the East.

Finally, it was Prince Reuel, who came this time not in a sneaky way as before, but openly handed in his visiting card, and was followed by his Archduke wife.

"That sounds really confusing..." Elina held her chin and looked at Rogers again.

"Yes." Rogers nodded in response.

A group of Saint Herthe students, the second prince, the royal earl, Prince Reuel and a grand duke all went to the East at the same time, which was quite lively.

The court historians in the East Territory have probably seen such a scene many times.

Add to that a group of magic school scholars and cultists who came because of Rogers, and he could already imagine the chaotic scene when he returned home.

“I am your nominal fiancée, the future wife of Lord Breed, and the mistress of half of the East Territory.

"So we should discuss the relevant etiquette now, right? I don't want to destroy my image as a lady in the aristocratic world because of you."

Elina made the proposal to Rogers in a serious manner, as if she took it very seriously.

"You haven't even been engaged yet, but you've already considered yourself the future mistress of half of the East. Maybe when I go home, my father will see that Lufia and I have a very good relationship and decide to let me get close to the royal family and the Grand Duke." Rogers shook his head with amusement.

As soon as she finished speaking, Elina's eyes turned cold instantly. She turned over on the bed and pressed Rogers under her body, saying viciously: "The fact that I am your fiancée has long been spread throughout the territory of our family. If you dare to go back on your word, you are destroying my reputation!"

"I didn't say I regretted it, I was talking about my father..." Rogers put his hands in front of him, thinking about how to break free, and he just hated why Rufia was still in class at this time.

While the two were playing, someone suddenly knocked on the door, and Alice's haggard voice followed: "Excuse me, can I come in to visit?"

Chapter 73: Honesty (Two in One)

The curtains fluttered gently, like graceful tulle, dancing elegantly in the breeze.

Its swaying, faint shadow lingered over the paused Logos and Elena.

"Do you want to come down first?" Rogers glanced sideways in the direction of the door.

He had just been "severely injured" both mentally and physically yesterday. Even if the professors allowed him to recover, he would still show some weakness that is expected during the recovery period.

"What if I don't come down?" Elina bent her body even lower, with a rare mischievous look in her eyes.

The soft snow-white hair fell on Rogers' face, tickling his cheeks and making him feel slightly itchy.

"Then just pretend to be asleep. She can always come to see me when you are not around." Rogers casually brushed away Elena's hair and said indifferently.

These words were very effective. Elena just frowned slightly when she heard it, and quickly turned over and got out of bed, sitting upright on the chair beside the bed.

Rogers also stuffed the book under his pillow and pulled up the thin blanket beside him to cover himself. He instantly turned into a weak-looking young man lying on the bed.

He reached out and touched a small bell-shaped magic prop hanging on the head of the bed, signaling the person outside the door to enter the house.

The healing room will be equipped with different functions for different types of patients. For example, the room Rogers is in has a soundproof barrier for quiet rest and props to remind him of his condition.

As soon as the ringing sounded, Alice gently pushed open the door. She was not surprised to see Elena. She smiled and nodded to her, then her eyes fell on Rogers.

Because she had to attend classes, she was not wearing casual clothes like Rogers who was recuperating or Elina who was taking care of the wounded, but was wearing a proper college uniform.

There was a deep sense of fatigue on the haggard face, a subtle shadow shrouded the slender eyebrows, there were traces of redness and swelling around the eye sockets, and the bright eyes seemed to have completely lost their former luster.

The breeze from outside the window blew inadvertently, ruffling her messy hair, but it did not bring a hint of liveliness, but instead made it more messy and entangled on her decadent face.

After Alice turned around and closed the door, she did not say anything else. She just silently picked up the wooden chair in the corner, placed it beside the bed, and sat down quietly.

Rogers was quite surprised to see the other party in such a depressed state.

He had never seen Alice show this kind of expression in the game. According to his impression, Alice might be sad, grief-stricken, or angry, but she would never appear numb like she did now.

Elina was no longer aggressive towards Alice as she had been in the past, but just quietly peeled the orange.

One by one, the carefully peeled oranges were placed on a clean tray by her.

After a while, Alice whispered in a hoarse and weak voice through her dry throat:

"Eunice is very sorry about what happened yesterday. She wants me to tell you that she will also go to Breed Territory during the winter vacation, and she has already notified her family to prepare generous gifts as compensation for hurting you this time."

Rogers shook his head and sighed, and said generously: "She was just controlled by an evil spirit. This has nothing to do with her. Just let her not feel guilty."

At the same time, he secretly guessed in his heart that the territory of Eunice's family, like that of Derek's family, was located on the southern border. Although the environment there was not as good as that of the eastern border, it controlled a prosperous trade route with foreign races. Since it was said to be rich, its value should not be less.

After all, he helped her to avoid the charge of harming the saint. If he wanted to appear too stingy, he would have to ask his father to come forward and ask for more.

Alice wanted to speak again, but somehow she fell silent again.

"Alice, regret does nothing more than dwell on the unbearable past.

"If you continue like this, sooner or later it will grow into a devil following you, holding a whip and thorns, and become a source of extreme pain.

"Do not let it obscure the echo of virtue, but strive to make it the source of resolution."

Seeing Alice's expression, Rogers said some irrelevant reasons.

He didn't want Alice to understand anything. What happened yesterday was enough to change a lot.

The reason I said all this is just to express my attitude towards Alice.

"It sounds like something an old sage would say." Alice forced a smile, forcing out an unnatural and stiff smile.

As if she realized the inappropriateness of this expression, her expression gradually returned to fatigue. After a moment of hesitation, she continued to speak slowly:

"I owe you a lot, the heaviest of which is three lives."

Rogers was startled when he heard that. Yesterday's incident could barely be counted as one incident. Given Alice's temper, she would probably also count the incident during the freshman competition. As for this remaining incident, the last one...

"I heard about the fate of the lock and key from the vice-principal a long time ago." Alice stared at Rogers with a wry smile on her face.

“At first, I was avoiding it, trying to bury it completely in my heart so I wouldn’t have to think about it anymore.

“But the more I don’t want to face it, the more it pops up in my mind, even in my dreams.

"After that, as I kept recalling the scene of that day, as I kept learning about magic, as I fought again and again in competitions or spell practices.

"I suddenly began to be afraid to think about what would have happened if you hadn't dodged my brother's punch by leaning sideways...

"So gradually, I realized that I couldn't resent you, or resent what the Breed family did.

"It was I who chose you, it was I who made you bear this shameful fate, it was I who turned into a devil holding a whip and thorns, and became the source of your pain.

"I want to apologize, but what's the point of apologizing? Like you said, it won't bring anything more..."

Alice's words floated in the space, as if the wind had stopped and did not want to disturb her narration.

She made no secret of Elena's existence and spoke seriously, clear tears sliding down her face, but she didn't notice it at all.

Rogers wanted to say that it was not her fault and that she didn't have to take all the blame on herself, but he knew that these words were of no value.

He didn't like heavy things, so he thought about using some witty words to distract from the current dullness and restore the previous atmosphere.

But reality never becomes easier because of jokes, it only makes it more cruel.

"Do you have any wish?" Alice asked suddenly.

Elina put down the orange in her hand and turned her eyes to Rogers.

"Wish? My wish is quite greedy. I want to live a good life, to live more easily, longer and more freely..." Rogers replied calmly.

"Then why are you still..." Alice's face was confused at first, and then her words seemed to be gentle as before, and also revealed a determination: "It will come true, I promise."

After saying this, she slowly stood up, wiped the tears from her face with her fingers, then said goodbye and left the house.

Rogers watched her leave, exhaled deeply, threw back the quilt, stood up, sat cross-legged on the bed, and rubbed his Jingming acupoint with his fingers.

"What's wrong? Are you heartbroken or regretful?" Elina handed him a slice of orange.

"It's so sour." Rogers chewed it for a few times and commented with disgust.

Elina did not say anything back. She skillfully rubbed off her shoes with her feet, returned to the bed, leaned against Rogers, and put orange slices into Rogers' mouth as he took out his book and continued to read: "Not all oranges are so sweet."

"Professor Idrul promised me that he would teach me plant magic next semester. From now on, I will definitely be able to make every orange that enters my mouth sweet." Rogers muttered while eating.

The sky outside the window changes with the passage of time, silently looking down at the passage of things and the changes in the world.

Lufia also chose to take a leave of absence in the next few days, and stayed with Elena in the room where Rogers was every day.

After a busy day's work, the professors came to Rogers to discuss various issues just when Elena and Lufia were returning to the dormitory.

Perhaps because Rogers will leave school after the holidays, their enthusiasm is much higher than before.

There are often many people gathered together to discuss various things, and at the same time, many breakthroughs in linguistics from outside the school academic community are also brought about.

Rogers is not particularly interested in linguistics, as it is still in the theoretical stage. He has been experimenting with the development of actual spells and has not made any breakthrough progress.

However, he was quite surprised by Professor Kuli's new achievements.

Based on the Möbius strip, Kuli made a launching rod that can infinitely absorb and convert magic power. Because it is mainly made of magic crystal ore, it looks like a rough, gray columnar object, but it can continuously spray pure magic power at the top.

In the past, to achieve this effect, one must have a complete magic array base, and the materials used were extremely complicated and expensive. But now, only this thing is needed to perfectly achieve a stable energy supply.

Apart from the fact that the shelf life is only one week, which is a bit regrettable, it is more exciting to have a bright future.

After Rogers initially understood its structure, he clamped the launching stick into the magic book and then fixed it firmly with a leather belt.

This way, the magic book can be continuously injected with magic power, allowing it to better assist you in the future.

By the end of the semester, Rogers had left the healing center.

The campus was covered with thick white snow, and the branches along the road were hung with ice crystals. Everything was dominated by the cold, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

The moment he returned to his dormitory, he immediately reignited the fireplace.

After cleaning, he put all the important items into the canvas bag.

There was a busy and orderly atmosphere throughout St. Herte. Students gathered together to say goodbye to each other. Some of them left small gifts or notes as souvenirs, and promised to keep in touch during the holidays.

Finally, after the vice-president and the professors finished their speeches in the auditorium, Rogers returned to the dormitory. Not long after, Elena and Lufia also came to meet him with their luggage.

Just as they were discussing their plans to go home, someone they hadn't seen for a long time knocked on the door.

After Rogers opened the door, a man about thirty years old, dressed in a simple and neat white shirt and black trousers, and dressed like a servant came into his sight.

"Oh, look who I see. Isn't this Hans from Count Brad's family?" Rogers smiled and invited him into the house.

Elina and Lufia had already known this personal attendant of Rogers in the Territory of Brad, so they did not need any further introduction.

"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have grown a lot taller." A sincere smile appeared on Hans' face. After bowing to the three people in front of him one by one, he said happily.

"Too high?" Rogers touched his head, then stood on tiptoe and patted Hans' shoulder, and found that it was indeed easier to pat than before.

"Yes, in addition to your height, you have also become more handsome and good-looking..." Hans's praises continued without any flattery. Instead, it seemed more like relief. After the praise, his expression gradually became more solemn:

“Regarding this journey, we will first return to the East Territory from Saint Herte’s teleportation array, and then take a carriage back to Breed’s territory.

"Ms. Elina's father and Prince Leid have both sent strong attendants and guards, and with Earl Brid's arrangements, there shouldn't be any major safety issues.

“But for some reason, more and more cultists have flocked to the East Territory at this time, and the worst of them are the Harvest Cult. They are shouting about the Son of God and wandering around the East Territory, causing the Pantheon to send many priests to the East Territory.

"Before I came to Saint Herte, I heard that they had all recently gathered in the Breed Territory. I'm afraid it was because they heard that the Saint had returned home.

“There are also some members of the magic school who seem to be plotting against you.

"Finally, your reputation outside the school is even worse..." Hans paused when he said this, and a little worry appeared on his face: "Master, I'm afraid that the slander against you this time..."