Your notoriety is known to everyone.

"It is because of this characteristic that the Benedictine Monastery dared to hand over such a precious thing to a guy who was not even at the silver level. Unfortunately, they still underestimated how generous the world's gift to the Saint was."

After saying this, he looked up at the barrier that was constantly collapsing, took out the teleportation card given to him by Earl Brad, and slowly poured magic power into it.

Including the captured giant, there are just enough places for five people.

There must be more than one believer in the Benedictine Monastery, and the giant is not good at long-distance detection, positioning, and judging strength levels. It is very likely that he would come straight to the four of them after being informed by other members of the monastery.

But Rogers didn't want to continue cleaning. He felt he was tired enough.

As several people slowly disappeared in the gradually unfolding magic circle, the old butler Hurst, who was dressed in a formal suit, was standing at the edge of the barrier, watching their departure.

Hurst was holding a smooth head in his hand. The top of the poor guy's head had a deep dent due to the need to fix it.

Beside the upright figure of the old butler, there were more than a dozen corpses scattered around. All of these corpses were wrapped in hooded black robes, and their exposed skin had rune tattoos similar to those on the giant's body.

"Please tell me, have you and your companions come into contact with anyone other than your sect in recent days?" Hester raised the head in front of him and asked very appropriately.

The other party seemed to be not dead yet. His face covered with runes was full of pain, and blood was still dripping from his broken neck to the ground.

"Is it as the Earl thought?" Hester carefully observed the changes on his face, nodded with satisfaction, and then continued: "It is extremely rude to interfere with the children's hunting activities. I hope you can realize this, although it is a little late..."

After saying this, he threw the head aside, took off the white gloves on his hands and placed them on the ground.

A raging fire suddenly spread from under the old butler's feet, mercilessly burning everything around it into white earth.

……

After activating the teleportation array, Rogers felt that the magic power in his body seemed to have stagnated. The space around him seemed to become extremely sticky, making it difficult for him to move his limbs.

The hazy scene before his eyes gradually became clear, and dozens of fully armored knights came into his sight.

When the other party saw Rogers's face, they all took off their helmets and saluted in unison, beating their chests with their hands.

The leader took out a palm-sized shield-shaped silver plate and did something, but the sense of restraint on Rogers disappeared instantly. The same happened to Elina, Alice, and Lius.

"Secret room?" Rogers moved his body and looked around the dim candlelight, then instructed Alice: "Before my family finds a suitable method to extract it, I hope you don't cancel the special privilege. Someone else will do the magic to maintain the seal for you."

"I understand." Alice nodded obediently. At this moment, she didn't feel too much reality that she had just prevented a disaster.

A moment later, sleepy-eyed Hans came hurriedly and led them to the residence.

"We'll be at my residence soon. Hans will arrange a house nearby for you." Rogers yawned and said goodbye to the people around him, "It's almost dawn. I hope you have a good dream."

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked towards the direction of the flower bed in the backyard, where there was the back door of the mansion, leading to his bedroom.

Alice stopped and looked at the backs of Elena and Rogers walking together. She frowned slightly, pursed her lips lightly, and chased after them.

When she noticed that Lius, who looked puzzled, was following behind her, she gently reminded him, "Your Highness, please take care of Mr. Hans's mood. Don't you see that he is very sleepy and anxious at the moment?

"Please go with him to his residence as soon as possible and don't cause any trouble."

Lius rubbed his still aching scalp and asked Hans beside him in confusion: "Have you arranged a place for the Saint to stay?"

Hans's expression was complicated when he heard this, and he said respectfully, "I am not very clear about this either. Your Highness, please come this way."

He leaned forward to invite him, and led Lius, who was full of doubts and kept looking back, to another place.

……

"Lady Saint, is there anything else?" Elina pinched her sore shoulders. She had just stepped through the doorway supported by arch columns and entered the corridor. She glanced sideways at Alice who had followed her.

"Protect Rogers." Alice did not meet Elena's gaze, but just replied in a low voice.

"Are you planning to be a gatekeeper knight?" Elina chuckled and continued to ask.

"Okay, if Rogers is willing." Alice looked at Rogers who was retying the magic book with a cowhide belt in front of her, and answered firmly.

Rogers silently increased the strength of his hands. He knew that the best way to respond at this moment was to not respond.

Otherwise, once you get involved in this verbal dispute, you will probably soon become the center of the vortex, and become the target of cross-examination or even verbal attacks.

When the three of them walked through the long diagonal corridor and reached a circular gallery, Rogers quietly pushed open the bedroom door that stood there.

Alice watched Elena follow in very naturally. She was slightly stunned for a moment, the hesitation on her pretty face flashed away, and then she gritted her teeth and walked in.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the room still emits lighting light, not much different from before I went out.

"Be quiet, Lufia should still be sleeping." Elina reached out to close the door and hung the heavy cloak she used to keep warm on the wall.

After she took Rogers' cloak, she extended her hand to Alice, acting like the hostess of the place.

Alice took off her cloak and handed it to Elina. She saw a towel hanging on the hook on the wall. She slowly clenched her hands hidden in her sleeves, then looked at Elina with a slight smile on her lips and took a deep breath.

"Alice can take a rest on the sofa first. There are some fruits in the bedroom. You are welcome to fill your stomach with them.

"Elena, go put down the bed curtains. Lufia probably doesn't like others seeing her sleeping.

"I'm going to go wash up first. You guys..." Rogers looked at the two of them and slowly opened the bathroom door: "You've worked hard tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he went straight into the bathroom and closed the door neatly.

A long time passed, until the sky turned pale and there was a regular knock on the bedroom door. He changed into a short-sleeved shirt and shorts and came out.

When he pushed open the door, he saw Hans anxiously reporting, "Master, the Imperial Court has filed a complaint against you. I heard it is related to the case of the Saint and her brother half a year ago.

"Moreover, the judge chosen to try this case is Lord Caspar's father, Earl Demont. He came to the East not just to accompany the Second Prince!"

"I understand." Rogers looked back at Elena and Alice who were sitting on two small sofas by the window and eating fruits, and responded casually.

"It seems that the Earl has other plans this morning. I hope you can get a good sleep as soon as possible." Hans touched his chest and bowed. After completing the task, he tactfully left.

Rogers stretched lazily and walked to the table between the two small sofas. He picked up a bright red apple and took a bite, only to find that the taste was far inferior to the one grown by Idrul.

As he was considering whether to speak to the two silent people in front of him, there was a sudden violent knock on the door, followed by Prince Reuel's irritable question:

"Rogers! Are you there?! Don't hide inside and keep silent! Come and open the door!"

Chapter 4: Rogers' influence and engagement scandal (k)

Rogers put the apple back on the plate, crossed his fingers, and stretched lazily.

"The fact that the prince knew to knock on the door shows that he is still sane at this moment."

After letting out a long breath of comfort, he muttered something without changing his expression, then turned around and opened the bedroom door.

Prince Reuel's golden hair looked more messy than usual, veins were faintly visible on his forehead, and in his deep eye sockets, there was an anger that was difficult to conceal.

Rogers only felt that the other party's aura was like that of a lion ready to roar and kill at any time, bringing him tangible pressure.

"You kid..." Prince Reuel squeezed out a few words from between his teeth and reached out to grab Rogers' shoulder. However, before he could grab it firmly, an expression of unbearable pain slowly emerged on Rogers' face.

The prince frowned and looked at the other person's hand that had not yet been firmly grasped. He pretended to lift it up a little, and the unbearable look on Roger's brows gradually eased. His mouth, which was slightly open and ready to shout, slowly closed again.

When the prince slowly put his hand to his shoulder again, the expression on Roger's face became slightly ferocious as if time had gone back.

At this point, Prince Reuel suddenly recalled what happened when he first met Rogers in the observatory tower. At that time, he did not use any force, and the other party started crying instantly.

And now, this damn acting seems to have become even more sophisticated.

"Your Highness, Lufia is still sleeping. I hope you can speak softly and not disturb her." Rogers put his index finger in front of his mouth and reminded her kindly.

Prince Leid's cheeks turned red in an instant, his lips trembled with anger, and his eyes were wide open, filled with unspeakable anger and grief.

"The Duke is not here? She doesn't know about this yet?" Rogers stuck his head out of the door and saw only Hans with a sad face standing aside, and no one else.

Then he withdrew his gaze and continued, "You don't want the Duke to know about this, do you? And if it gets out of hand and spreads to the outside world, it will be even worse.

"I already have a bad reputation, and it doesn't matter if my reputation gets worse, but Lufia is different. You must think about her."

Prince Reuel looked at Rogers's patient and instructive appearance, and his breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest heaved violently.

But the appearance of Alice and Elena afterwards made his breathing stagnate again. His fingers trembled as he pointed at Rogers' forehead. He wanted to speak and express his inner emotions, but his throat was blocked by overwhelming anger.

"Your Highness, we went out last night and just came back not long ago. Lufia just wanted to come to Rogers' room last night, but she fell asleep before we left because she was sleepy." Elina lifted her skirt and saluted, explaining softly.

"Yes, I can testify for them. It was me...it was the Second Prince who took us out." Alice added after saluting.

"What?" Prince Leyed asked in surprise, but perhaps he was really afraid of disturbing Rufia, so he forced the tail end of his words down.

The anger on his face had not yet subsided, and he was shocked by the news. His expression suddenly became extremely strange.

"Can we go to the hall to talk?" After Rogers suggested, he instructed Hans, "Go prepare some breakfast. His Royal Highness probably hasn't had his meal yet, so it's a good time to entertain him."

Prince Reuel nodded slightly with a complicated expression and agreed to the request.

The circular corridor in front of Rogers' bedroom has a strong classical atmosphere. The towering columns surround the corridor, giving people a sense of solemnity and magnificence.

A gorgeous bonsai is displayed in the circular open space in the center, dotted with bright flowers and emerald green plants, adding vitality and vigor to the corridor.

Rogers came to the floor-to-ceiling window covered with carvings, feeling the freshness brought by the morning sunshine. After Reud sat down on the sofa, he also sat down on the sofa opposite the prince and leaned against the soft backrest.

The world outside the window was white, with large flakes of snow gently covering the earth and trees. Behind the vegetation, servants in thick cotton coats were wearing gloves and using tools to clean up the snow.

Rogers took a quick look and then looked away, saying seriously, "We were attacked by the Benedictine Monastery last night. They even tried to unleash a disaster in the Territory of Breed."

Prince Reuel frowned when he heard this. When these words came out of Rogers' mouth, he knew the problem in the saint's words just now.

The Second Prince might have participated last night, but the one who led the others out must have been the boy in front of him.

"You told me this so bluntly..." Prince Reuel paused for a moment. He glanced at Elina and Alice beside Rogers. Seeing that Rogers did not evade his reaction, he continued, "Are you saying that there is a high possibility that other forces are involved in this matter?"

"The Imperial Court has filed a complaint against me, and even the judge is coming to the East to try me." Rogers shrugged slightly, his words clearly directed at the royal family.

"Do you know how worrying you are right now? The Saint favors you, many magic schools want to win you over, and it is rumored that Derek, the son of the Marquis of the southern border, also has a very good personal relationship with you.

"Besides, because of your relationship with the daughter of the Devin family, and because I have protected you from disasters many times, my wife and I have been tacitly regarded as forces that lean towards the East.

"This is just what you have done in the past six months, before you have fully grown up.

"If you continue to develop and these relationships can still be maintained normally, then your influence on the Imperial Parliament will..."

Prince Reuel said no more at this point, but just looked at Rogers with a frown.

He knew that Rogers possessed the ability of a "prophet", but most of his actions did not fall into the category of a "prophet".

Especially for his academic achievements, he was praised as a "little sage". If he was just an ordinary "little sage", it would be fine. The most complicated thing was that Rogers was the bloodline of an orthodox nobleman.

The Imperial Parliament is divided into four levels: priests, nobles, magicians and citizens.

Among them, because the magicians' schools are scattered, their greatest desire is to further their research on magic. Saint Herte is obviously not interested in politics, so magicians have always appeared as dependents of various nobles, and most of them have no interest in participating in politics and promoting bills.

But the emergence of Rogers is likely to change this balance. With his call, he may be able to unite some magic schools into a faction that cannot be ignored. Coupled with the support of his own family in the East, if it is allowed to develop, the future will inevitably become unpredictable.

“Your Highness, it’s not necessarily a bad thing that I attract hatred, especially for your wife and Lufia.

"A fisherman near the sea once said that the bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish. And for some things, you need to grasp the most accurate timing to get the biggest profit."

After Rogers finished speaking, he looked at the cheese platters, toasted sandwiches, stews and other breakfasts being brought to the long table in front of him by the servants one by one.

Prince Leyed, who had asked for permission and was lost in thought, began to eat with Elina and Alice, using their knives and forks.

"Then you should prepare to get engaged to Lufia." Prince Leid thought for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a deep voice.

Rogers choked when he heard this. He swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty. Before he could respond, Elina beside him said:

"Excuse me, Your Highness, but the engagement between Rogers and me has already been made. I hope you know this."

"Child, you and Rogers are not officially engaged yet, right?" Prince Leid did not care about Elina's impoliteness and continued to speak kindly:

“As long as you haven’t been engaged, it won’t be considered a breach of contract. Moreover, as a noble, you also know the nature of the marriage. This matter has nothing to do with feelings.

"All I want is a guarantee, a stable investment. He can just hold a wedding ceremony with Lufia in the future."

Rogers took the napkin and wiped his mouth. He felt that what Prince Leid wanted was just for him and Lufia to have a wedding ceremony. Doing nothing else would be the prince's wish.

The other party was able to make this decision, probably because he was stimulated by the violent reaction of the royal family to him, both openly and covertly.

After all, Lufia's royal blood, combined with her father who is a prince and a noble, and her mother who is a duke and a noble, intuitively seem to be no less threatening than herself.

Fortunately, Rufia is a girl and has not shown too much of her edge. If she showed signs like Rogers, the result would probably not be just a minor disaster or accusation.

"I won't eat anymore. Enjoy your meal." Prince Reuel glanced in the direction of Rogers' bedroom and sighed slightly.

Then he stood up and thanked Rogers for his hospitality, and without giving Rogers a chance to react, he turned and left.

"So that's how it is..." Alice watched the prince leave, with an inexplicable light flashing in her eyes.

"The marriage of nobles is a connection of interests, nothing more. It is rare to see aristocratic couples as loving as my parents. Most of them will find lovers in private. Knights are especially popular. Many noble ladies and noble lords like them very much."

Rogers touched his half-full stomach. He was afraid that he would feel sleepy if he ate any more, so he casually told Alice some anecdotes about the aristocratic circle.

Then he saw Elena cutting the stew with a dinner knife expressionlessly. The blade scraped against the plate, making a sharp and piercing sound.

"Praise my nobility, bravery and wisdom to Earl Devin, and ask him to discuss the marriage with my father.

"My father is known for being cunning... and thoughtful. Once Prince Leid takes the initiative to approach him to talk about marriage, he will definitely start to consider many things and will definitely not make a decision in a short period of time.