Your notoriety is known to everyone.

The third prince had a very calm expression since he came back from the competition, but when Kaspar came closer, his face was immediately filled with hesitation, and in the end he drove Kaspar away violently without regard for etiquette.

At this point, he felt that there was definitely something wrong with the Third Prince, because he had never seen the Third Prince express this kind of emotion in public.

Edith put his fingers into his hair, stared at the ground, and Rogers' smile kept flashing before his eyes.

There was some kind of contract imprinted in his mind, which prevented him from disobeying Rogers' orders, but he was unable to tell others about it to solve this problem.

He didn't understand why Rogers didn't let him go, and he didn't know what would happen to him in the future.

Would he tarnish his family's honor like Caspar? Or would he become a laughing, self-mutilating lunatic like Rivers?

Even the Third Prince couldn't escape this! How could I escape this? !

Edith's breathing became heavier, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes seemed to be bulging out with anxiety and fear. He began to regret that perhaps he should not have listened to the prince's orders and worked hard to get into the top 100.

"No matter what, at least I got through today safely..."

As the self-deprecating murmurs came out of his mouth, Aldrey immediately read out his name, as well as the name of Rogers Braid who followed.

"No! No! How could it be! Shouldn't today's duel be over?!"

Veins suddenly popped up on Edith's forehead, and he looked up and yelled in disbelief.

"This is the last game. Don't be afraid. Just hand in some credits after you go on stage and admit defeat."

"Yes, Rogers can't do anything to you. Just be respectful enough."

"Are you being too extreme? Are you really that scared? Rogers can't kill you."

The classmates around him saw his reaction and either comforted him or questioned him.

"You don't understand! You don't comprehend at all! What on earth is that!

"Don't be afraid?! Hahahaha! How can I not be afraid!

"I have tarnished my own family name! I have been tortured to the point of becoming a madman! There are even more unimaginable tragedies waiting for me!"

Edith was drooling and yelling hysterically at the people around him. He no longer wanted to care that the prince was beside him, nor did he want to pay attention to any strange looks. He just wanted to escape from this place as quickly as possible.

However, as if he felt that he was too slow, Aldrey directly used a magical power to wrap him up and bring him to the court.

Addis felt his body moving involuntarily, staring blankly at the sky that was painted orange and yellow by the golden afterglow, completely ignoring what happened next and Aldre's start command.

Something must be done, for the honor of the family, for one's own dignity, for more things, something must be done.

His thoughts were extremely confused, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and tears flowed down, leaving clear marks on his cheeks.

With those empty eyes looking at Rogers opposite him, he took extremely heavy steps and walked slowly to Rogers' front step by step.

"Student Edith? What's wrong with you?" Rogers felt that his opponent's condition seemed a little too abnormal, and asked in confusion.

puff--

Edith suddenly knelt in front of Rogers, clutching the uniform robe in front of him with both hands.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, like a shackle that could not be freed during his struggle. His entire body exuded a twisted and helpless aura, and finally he roared with all his might:

"Rogers Braid! Kill me!"

Edith's eyes were filled with despair and struggle, his voice was filled with uncontrollable crying, and more tears kept flowing out.

He wanted to be free, wanted to completely put everything aside, and didn't want to think about Rogers day and night anymore.

"Well... have you encountered any difficulties? Tell me, and I will find a way to help you." Rogers adhered to his own morals and asked with compassion.

The main reason was that the other party's inexplicable shouting was too loud, and now all the students in the audience were whispering about it.

Moreover, Aldrey in the air was also slowly descending, and I wonder if he wanted to find the right moment to interrupt the game.

"Freedom! Can you let me be completely free?!"

Edith choked and prayed loudly, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

“Student Edith, man is born free, yet he is everywhere in chains.

"It's hard for me to answer your question, but I believe that as long as you have passion and enthusiasm and follow your heart, you will definitely find your freedom."

Rogers smiled and stretched out his hand, trying to help the other person get up, and at the same time show his kindness and friendliness to everyone, so as not to cause any unknown prejudice.

As for the freedom that Edith mentioned, he probably wanted him to cancel the [Special Contract], but how could this be possible? After all, the other party had already gained the benefits, and it was impossible for him to run away without giving much compensation.

Confusion, fear, disbelief, and incomprehension gradually appeared on Edith's face...

All kinds of complicated emotions surged in his heart after he felt the gaze that seemed to come from behind Rogers.

Sure enough, this thing covered in human skin is simply the embodiment of evil...

He suddenly felt a little relieved, thinking that after death, his soul would be torn into pieces by the other party.

But what should we do? If death is inevitable, how can we continue to live?

In an instant, he recalled what Rogers had just said. All he had to do was follow his own heart and let his heart think about the other person completely naturally!

Yes! Such a simple thing! Why did I think of it just now? !

Edith's face was filled with surprise and piety. He slowly lowered his head and leaned forward, trembling as he slightly pulled Rogers' sleeve, hoping that the other's palm could be placed above his head.

"I thank you! I praise you! I sing praises to you!

"Because of your teachings! I have gained enlightenment! I have gained complete freedom!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly pressed his forehead to the ground, and kissed the dust in front of Rogers with his lips. Tears dropped to the ground, and wetness spread.

The afterglow gradually faded, and a dim blue color appeared in the sky. In this deep tone, sparse stars began to bloom, embellishing this peaceful scene.

Rogers's hand hovered over Edith's head, and he looked at him with a puzzled look on his face as he kowtowed and kissed the ground.

"I really didn't do anything."

He withdrew his hand and looked at Aldrey who was standing beside him. Facing the frowning brow of the referee, he spoke helplessly.

"You... are really amazing. Go to the top of the Sage Tower early this evening. Vice Principal Avery will be waiting for you there." Aldrey seemed to have heard some kind of voice transmission and spoke slowly to Rogers.

"Is there anything wrong?" Rogers asked, and at the same time he wondered why the vice principal would look for him at this time. Could it be because of some misunderstanding, and he wanted to give him some discipline or admonition?

Aldrey did not respond, but shook his head slowly, then announced that today's competition was over.

The students left in the increasingly dark night, but when they walked out of the competition venue, everyone deliberately avoided Rogers and did not dare to get close to him.

……

In Rogers's cabin, runes with the meaning of light are engraved on the roof, bringing soft light to the living room.

"Even the vice-principal can't stand your behavior. Is he going to lecture you?" Elena, who was curled up on the sofa, commented with emotion.

"I don't know what you want me to do. Besides, I follow the school rules, encourage my classmates, and help the professors...

"Perhaps the vice-president came to me to praise my achievements." Rogers retorted while flipping through the "New Notes on the Ancient Landona Language".

"Apart from the back of the head and the chin, what other parts of the body need to be hit?" Lufia thought for a moment, holding a half-eaten snack in her hand, and then interrupted.

On the way back to the dormitory, Rogers had mentioned to her that some parts of the human body could be targeted by offensive spells to facilitate a quicker victory.

"And here." Rogers raised his hand and pointed at his temple.

Unless one has high-level blood like the prince, or is an exceptionally gifted physique, once these parts are hit hard, causing severe concussion of the brain, it is very likely that one will fall to the ground immediately.

"You probably haven't received any knight training, so how did you get all this strange knowledge?" Elina rested her chin on Rogers' shoulder and read the contents of the book as he flipped the pages.

Seeing that Rogers was too lazy to answer, she continued, "That guy named Edith might become very troublesome in the future."

"What do you mean?" Rogers frowned and asked in confusion.

"What could a fanatic possibly do?" Elena asked back.

"I don't know what stimulated that guy's brain..." Rogers recalled what Edith did in the evening and sighed.

Then he wanted to continue asking in detail, but Elina told him that she couldn't see too many things that were too far away, and could only vaguely perceive the general idea, thus ending the topic.

After that, time continued to pass. Logos said goodbye to Elena and Rufia, who was already fast asleep on the sofa, and went to the Sage Tower alone.

Unlike the first time he climbed the tower, his physical condition now did not make him feel overly tired, and his speed was much faster.

He remembered that it was at that time that the entertainer cast his eyes at him. Perhaps ever since he made his first sacrifice to the bottomless pit, the gods had begun to pay attention to him.

When he arrived at the Sage's Tower, he found that not only the vice-principal was waiting for him, but Alice was also with him.

Thanks to the leader of Yipanchaofan for the tip! I really appreciate it!!!

I can't guarantee that I will be able to update more tomorrow, but I will try my best to update more in the next few days.

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Chapter 4: When Rogers gets angry, he will bite (k)

Gentle breezes blew from the top of the Sage's Tower, each wisp carrying the coolness of the night, brushing against Roger's hair and sleeves, making him feel a refreshing coolness.

Vice Principal Avery was still wearing a linen robe and leaning on a short wooden stick. Her old eyes glanced at Rogers and then she said:

"Right here, let's have a fight."

Rogers was slightly startled when he heard this, and looked at Alice standing next to Avery with a puzzled look. However, the other party seemed to be as stunned as he was, and did not quite understand the current situation.

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Alice brushed her fingers across the hair on her forehead that was disturbed by the wind. She seemed a little confused and took the initiative to ask.

"Defeat him right here, and use all your abilities. I will ensure that when he leaves the tower, he will be healthier and more energetic than before he went up to the tower."

Avery raised her hand and pointed at Rogers. Although she was short and hunched over when she spoke, her orders were full of authority and momentum.

Rogers thought Avery had called him here to reprimand him for his actions, or to discuss matters related to researchers, but he had not expected this to happen.

He guessed that perhaps the other party wanted to confirm his and Alice's strength, or perhaps wanted to polish Alice's character, but he didn't care too much about it. He just silently touched his chest and performed the student's salute, then summoned out the magic book.

The pages of the magic book in his hand were slowly turned. With each page, the magic power in Rogers' body became stronger. Alice's face was still full of hesitation. Light slowly gathered in her hand, revealing the shadow of a long sword.

"Alice, what is your duty as a saint?" Avery frowned, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, and there was obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Protect Luo...the world!" The lightsaber in Alice's hand suddenly solidified, and she replied quickly with a stumbling but firm tone.

Avery slowly withdrew her hand and pressed it on the top of the wooden stick. She took a deep breath, then let it out gently and continued to ask:

"If Rogers becomes a disaster and has the potential to overturn the entire world, how will you deal with him?"

Alice's expression remained resolute and determined, and she immediately replied, "I will imprison him myself and keep an eye on him at all times. I won't give him any chance."

The wind hummed softly, passing back and forth across the top of the tower, ruffling the hair and clothes of those on top.

Avery looked at Alice quietly. She had long anticipated that Rogers would become an obstacle to Alice, but she had never thought that it would appear in this way and to such an extent.

"Child, because of your existence, the Saint has achieved a growth rate far beyond destiny, and the exchanges in the magic world have become more prosperous. Even the students around you are amazing in their strength compared to previous students.

“But at the same time, the stars began to become confused, fate became unclear, the road ahead became more unpredictable, and the future seemed chaotic and vague.

"The empire's political situation is unstable, the cultists are becoming more active over time, and the magic community is in constant conflict due to academic differences. Even the Pantheon has sent its priests to Saint Herta to study...

“Intelligent people adapt themselves to the environment, while fools only insist that the environment adapts to them, but history is often made by the latter.

“You said so, and then you acted so, but is this the world you want, the history you want?”

Avery looked at Rogers with a serious look in his eyes and asked in a low voice.

Seeing this, Rogers silently closed the magic book again. He felt that there was no need for a duel at the moment.

This questioning pattern seemed very familiar. The guy who was thinking about biting him every day seemed to have asked this question before.

Do people who can see into fate like questions that tend toward grand narratives?

"To be honest, I just want to improve myself and move forward according to my own ideas. As for what you said, I may have some reasons for it, but it should not be my fault."

After thinking it over, Rogers decided to speak very sincerely.

"So this is just the dust you raised on your way forward?" Avery sighed in an inexplicable tone. She raised her palm, and a crystal clear crystal rune was floating on her palm. It was in a diamond shape, and it looked light and elegant.

She hesitated for a moment, then continued:

“This is a high-level space rune. It can be enchanted on your magic book, giving it the ability to store physical objects.

"Also, I have approved your application to become a researcher, and I can directly grant you the qualification to serve as a lecturer of Saint Herte.

"I'll use these to exchange for the ownership of the Shadow Demon, and you and Alice will go to the Southland in the early summer to help Eunice and Pasima deal with the cursed objects, okay?"

"At the beginning of summer? Okay, thank you for your trust and entrustment." Rogers agreed without much thought. At the same time, he simply took out the Shadow Demon from the magic book and threw it over, and the rune naturally fell in front of Rogers.