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Chapter 5: Hastily Wearing the Crown and Then Fleeing (k)

"So beautiful." Lufia leaned over to look at what Rogers took out from his pajama pocket, her eyes full of admiration.

It was a ring that seemed to be made of pure silver. Its design was simple and elegant, and its smooth lines outlined its beauty.

The surface of the ring is covered with fine lines, like a winding river, flowing and circling on the ring surface. It seems chaotic, but it actually conforms to an orderly and harmonious structure, forming a simple whole.

"A space magic item?" Elina also lowered her eyes to look. Because she had been studying space magic with Rogers in recent days, she could see the properties of the ring at a glance.

"Yes, if I don't take this, Alice will probably really follow me all the time." Rogers didn't hide much and responded very naturally.

“Ring…” Elina half-closed her eyes and murmured softly, then chuckled after a while and said slowly: “This is the only ring left, which is also good.

“But she probably didn’t say that this was a complete gift to you, and you have to return it when you return to Saint Herte, right?

"Otherwise, just like the silver medal that Earl Braid gave you, you might have tried to study it."

Rogers held the ring in his hand and rubbed the lines on it. After a moment, he said, "Don't look at me as a snob. But speaking of the silver medal my father gave me, I haven't told him that it has been destroyed. I don't know how he will react to this news..."

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Elina's inexplicable eyes, the way her tongue slid across her lips, and the canine teeth that appeared and disappeared in between.

"It hurts." Rogers put the ring back in his pocket and warned in a serious tone. He was afraid that Elena would suddenly bite him again.

Perhaps because of Lufia's presence, Elina knew that even with her friends trying to stop the fight, she might not be able to achieve her goal, so she didn't take any further action.

Then the three of them returned to Rogers' bedroom from the corridor. Rogers and Elena continued to study magic quietly. Lufia watched for a while and found that she couldn't understand it at all, so she simply fell asleep with a pillow beside her.

In the next two days, Rogers asked Alice who came to the Earl's Mansion and learned that the ring did have the function of two-way transmission and also learned its usage.

The only troublesome thing is that you need to notify Alice first, and then Rogers can respond before the transmission can be completed.

But Alice could actually come up with something like a one-time cross-border communication prop.

This made Rogers start to think about how many good things Alice had looted from Vice Principal Avery.

On the morning of Rogers' birthday, he stood in his bedroom, looking through the window at the blue sky that was so clean that it was almost flawless and without a trace of clouds, and could not help but sigh at the wonder of time.

It has been so long since I awakened my past life memories, and so many things have happened, but inexplicably it feels like the time has been so short.

"Master, you really look more handsome now." Hans smoothed the lapel of Rogers's collar and praised him sincerely.

Rogers thanked him casually for the compliment, while also trying to move his hands and feet.

The dress he wore was far more gorgeous and complicated than usual, but it also meant that his movements became more inconvenient.

Once they were dressed, he took Hans to the great hall in the front hall of the mansion.

The walls around the auditorium are covered with paintings and tapestries, and the floor is paved with exquisite marble, which reflects a unique luster under the sunlight shining through the tall and narrow windows.

In the spacious space, there were rows of exquisite round tables and carved chairs, and many guests were already seated there.

Some of them were dressed in gorgeous gowns, wearing jewels and feathers, exuding an aura of luxury; some were dressed in magic robes, presenting gifts of magic props or materials; there were also many young boys and girls dressed up nicely and gathered in a group.

The vassal states under the rule of Breed, the lords of all sizes from all over the East, the members of the magic school, and the students of Saint Herte gathered together, all arranged in a clear, harmonious and orderly manner.

Accompanied by his parents, Rogers thanked the visitors one by one and spoke various social etiquette. It was not until noon that the party officially began after he made some meaningless remarks and thanks.

"Taking out a ring that is destined to be taken back is really the Saint Lady's usual style."

Elina stood beside a huge round table, glanced at Alice, and teased her with an ambiguous tone.

She was wearing a plain white dress, her smooth hair was carefully tied up, and she wore a golden emerald necklace on her neck, which set off her snow-white skin.

"Things are always changing. I can deliver it more often in the future." Alice smiled and looked at Elena, speaking slowly and calmly.

She gently lifted her flaxen hair that was scattered on her shoulders. Her plain beige dress took on a unique sense of softness as she moved.

Rogers was standing next to the two of them, listening to the constant bickering, and picking up the fruit pieces that Rufia had pushed onto the plate with a fork.

"Did you ask for this outfit?"

He looked at the simple clothes on Rufia and asked curiously.

The other person was wearing a loose top with a simple lavender dress underneath, which was completely different from the gorgeous and complicated attire of ordinary nobles.

"Yeah, this dress of yours is so uncomfortable to look at." Lufia said with her mouth full of fruits and her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster.

"Indeed." Rogers nodded in agreement.

Maybe it was because they had been spending so much time together, but when Rufia changed into an outfit she would never wear before, he realized that the tomboy-looking girl actually had a bit of a girlish vibe.

However, paired with the slightly layered soft blonde hair, it still has a somewhat cool feel.

This party was said to be for Rogers' birthday, but many of the Eastern Territory nobles seemed to be using this as an excuse to form a group for discussion and socializing.

Apart from the initial congratulations, they all gathered around the Earl and Countess of Braid, the Earl and Countess of Devin and the Prince and Princess and began a seemingly endless discussion in low voices.

Most of the students of St. Herta also gathered together to play, but occasionally they would come together to congratulate Rogers and chat with him again.

The same goes for the school of magic. After all, it would be a bit too rude to discuss academic issues with the protagonist on his birthday.

Rogers was enjoying his leisure time until night fell. He exchanged glances with the people around him, and after Alice, Elena and Lufia left the auditorium together, he went straight to the seat of the second prince in the corner.

"Happy birthday."

Lius was still wearing his priest robes at an angle, and his eyes were lifeless as he looked at Rogers. He congratulated him again in a dull voice.

"Why are you so listless? Do you want to go to the bathroom together?" Rogers put his arm around Lius's shoulders and invited him enthusiastically, "In the secular world, young men who are close to each other will go to the bathroom together."

"Ah?" Lius's dull eyes showed a trace of bewilderment again, and he was obviously very surprised by this kind of activity: "But I have no idea now..."

"Let's go, let's go." Rogers pulled Lius up directly and told Hans that if anyone wanted to see him, he should just say he was going to the bathroom.

When he had been thinking about the coronation ceremony these days, he always felt that he couldn't just run over to receive the miracle and then slip back. It would be better to have an alibi in case of any investigation.

As a priest, the words of Leus are more reliable than those of the saint. It would be even more perfect if both of them could testify at the same time.

As for the person to impersonate Rogers, he immediately thought of the Shadow Demon.

Unless someone is a great magician-level being with the person on a daily basis, it is impossible for ordinary people to quickly detect the difference between the Shadow Demon and the real person, which is just right to fool Lius.

"If you don't want to go to the bathroom, wait for me to get the Rogers chessboard and play a few games. You stay here and don't move."

After pulling the other party to the corridor in front of his bedroom, Rogers gave some instructions and quickly went into the house, leaving only the confused Lius sitting on the sofa in the corridor.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw the Shadow Demon hiding behind Alice with a wary and aggrieved look on his face, and Elina with a gloomy face.

"And that guy! He often abuses me, too! From time to time he'd team up with the witch Elina to beat me!" The Shadow Demon's voice was filled with crying and grievances. It wiped its tears on its azure magic robe while continuously making accusations.

The young face that resembled Alice in her childhood revealed deep pain and helplessness, and the slightly trembling body seemed to be carrying unspeakable suffering.

Alice half-knelt down with a look of heartache and hugged the Shadow Demon tightly in her arms. There was deep care on her face and her hand gently stroked the Shadow Demon's back, trying to give it a sense of peace and comfort.

"Alice, can you please let me follow you? I can do anything you ask me to do, as long as you save me from Rogers and Elina. Please..."

The Shadow Demon's tears poured down like rain, soaking its cheeks and flowing down to its chin.

Her lips were wide open, sobs choked her words as she spoke, calling for Alice's sympathy with all her might.

"I'm sorry, I tried to ask you for it..." Alice frowned and gently wiped the tears from the Shadow Demon's face, her words full of helplessness.

She and Rogers had made a bet during the freshman competition, but not only was there a huge gap in points between them, but in the end Rogers had to face the Spirit of the Game alone.

To date, Rogers has not asked her to repay the important request that does not violate the bottom line, let alone ask for the Shadow Demon.

"You once tried to usurp Rogers' throne. We were very kind not to eliminate you directly." Elena reprimanded coldly, her tone was flat and resolute, and her voice was full of intolerance.

Facing Elina's sharp and cold eyes, the Shadow Demon hid directly behind Alice. It held the corner of Alice's clothes tightly with both hands and said timidly but confidently:

"If Rogers hadn't pretended that survival meant feeling pain and asked me to usurp him, I wouldn't have taken action at all!

"I repeatedly asked him if he was sure about this, and he kept telling me he was ready to die. Later I realized he was just plotting against me!

"Even when I was usurping him, I tried my best to give him the beautiful dream he wanted. In his dream, he fulfilled his long-cherished wish and lived a life together with Alice.

"If I hadn't used up most of my strength to accomplish this task, I would have been able to escape before those two professors noticed!"

Seeing that Elina seemed to be about to explode, Rogers came up to the few people with a sigh, and cast his eyes directly at the Shadow Demon. He said in a fairly kind tone: "Now the business is urgent. You should have understood from Elina what you are going to do. Can you wait until the matter is done before making a fuss?"

He hoped that the Shadow Demon would listen to his advice, otherwise he would have to use the contract to force him, after all, there was not much time to waste at the moment.

Upon hearing this, Alice also tried to persuade the Shadow Demon. Fortunately, the other party knew the seriousness of the matter and nodded at Alice obediently.

"Okay, then dress up as me and go out to play chess with Lius, and try to keep him as long as possible." Rogers walked to the side of the sofa, avoiding the view of the door, and took out the teleportation rune given by Melusi from his arms.

As a saint, Alice has the ability to distinguish the real from the fake. She can fully testify to Roger's true identity without worrying about being troubled by others using the excuse of being a shadow demon.

With the double insurance of Alice's [Intuition Bonus] and Elina's [Precognition Bonus], it shouldn't be a problem to fool Lius.

Alice did not ask too many questions about what Rogers was going to do. Just like the last time Rogers attracted the attention of the gods in the bottomless pit, she just silently supported Rogers' decision.

Before going out with the Shadow Demon who had transformed into Rogers' appearance, Alice handed Rogers two small transparent beads. She crushed the first one to remind Alice that Rogers was about to come back and asked her to find a deserted place to meet him in advance. The second one meant that the teleportation would be initiated immediately.

"It's so hard to receive a miracle..."

Rogers sighed, then held the two beads and the ring in his left hand, and transferred magic power into the teleportation rune with his right hand, after which the rune vibrated and hummed slightly.

In an instant, the surrounding scene kept changing, until the deep purple sky covered with twisted runes and lines came into Logos's eyes.

However, unlike the strange sky, the platform where he was at the moment looked extremely solemn and ancient, surrounded by tall and magnificent milky white stone pillars, on which were carved murals full of epic feeling.

There are also layers of platforms leading down around the platform, and each layer of steps is decorated with fine patterns or carvings.

The cheers suddenly exploded like thunder, and the sound of thousands of horses galloping filled every corner of this space.

Continuous praises came from around the steps, coming from the vast sea of ​​people.

They were all wearing intricate robes of various colors and strange masks of the same shape, which seemed to be made of obsidian and had double horns on their heads.

"Glory brings blessings! The Holy Son is crowned!!!"

A hoarse old man's shout resounded through the sky, and then the crowd kept repeating the deafening words.

Thick smoke suddenly spread out from the void, and the strong smell of sulfur instantly penetrated into Rogers's nostrils, and the air seemed to become thick and suffocating.

The twisted and wriggling runes and magical patterns were faintly visible in the smoke, exuding an extremely ominous atmosphere.

But the strong smell of sulfur did not cause him any discomfort, and the diffuse smoke did not make his eyes feel strange. Everything was so natural and harmonious, as if he was born to adapt to it.

【inform! The gods of the Abyss cast their gaze upon you. 】

The moment the prompt box popped up, the voices of the cultists below the stage became increasingly frantic.

Some believers tore open their robes and pounded their chests hard, making a sound like drums as bones broke and blood spurted.

Some believers knelt on the ground, constantly chanting blasphemous words, and slammed their heads against the ground again and again, smashing the obsidian masks into pieces.

Some believers took out torches and set themselves on fire, their hymns to the bottomless pit overlapping with their screams, continuing to emit ear-piercing praises.

Some believers took out various sharp or thorny props and began a bloody and self-mutilation dance.

More and more indescribable behaviors and rituals emerged, and the blasphemous runes floating in the smoke became increasingly clear along with various worships and hymns.

Rogers's eyes quickly shifted away from the crowded, strange and eye-catching scene where demons were dancing wildly.

[The gods said that they hope you can sit on the throne behind them at this moment. ]

Seeing this reminder, he turned his head and found that there was a dark purple stone seat behind him. There was no pattern on the surface of the stone seat, only a backrest and armrests.

As Rogers slowly sat down, the runes in the space gathered into a huge vortex like a flock of birds, surrounding his head.

It was not until I touched the cold stone handrail that I felt a little more real at this moment.

As time passed, Rogers felt an extremely powerful force gradually surging out of his body.

His heart beat more vigorously, his blood flowed more rapidly, and every part of his body seemed to be injected with a hint of magical power, as if endless energy was surging in his body.

It was as if he was omnipotent and had the confidence to tear the earth apart with a wave of his hand, which made his breathing become a little heavier.

The interwoven black and red streams of light gathered above Rogers' head, forming a flickering halo.

Illusory horns and thorns protruded from the halo, and they continued to coil and condense into the shape of an ancient crown, depicting an indescribable distorted order, floating quietly above Roger's head.

He suppressed the emotions that were surging with power and crushed a transparent round bead in his hand.

It was at this moment that a strong light burst out from the horizon. The countless lines on the horizon quickly dissolved like snowflakes encountering fire, and the purple sky also cracked into several dark cracks in an instant.

"The Pantheon is coming! Lord Saint, run!!!"

It was still the hoarse old man's cry. Countless magical lights indicating teleportation lit up under the platform, and Rogers crushed the second round bead quickly without hesitation.

A glow like a raging fire swept over quickly, and wailing and shouting suddenly became the main theme of the place.

Chapter 4: There Are Still Many Good Gods in the Abyss (4k)

Rogers responded to the vibrations coming from the ring in his hand, and the scene before him instantly melted and flowed like watercolor.