Your notoriety is known to everyone.

The Shadow Demon could originally be used as a sparring tool, but as his strength grew, it was no longer useful.

The incident involving Eunice should have happened during the summer vacation, but the vice-principal brought it up so early, perhaps because something unexpected had happened and it was a good opportunity to take a look.

However, she would have to bring Elina with her, and she would also have to let Lufia take a leave. After all, she had promised the prince to leave her alone in school. It was hard to say whether the royal heirs would make trouble for her.

[The gods in the bottomless pit felt bored that the battle had not yet begun, and they all dispersed their gazes.]

Finally, Avery waved his hand slightly and sent Rogers directly back to the door of his cabin.

"Alice! My Alice! I'm finally back to you!"

The Shadow Demon hugged Alice's waist and cried loudly, venting his endless grievances and surprises unrestrainedly.

"Thank you." Alice expressed her gratitude to Avery while stroking the Shadow Demon's hair.

"It has inherited your characteristics, and also some of Rogers' sage talents. As long as it is taught carefully, its future will be limitless." Avery looked at the kindness in Alice's eyes, sighed slightly, and then said:

"But besides being a sage, Logos also has the potential to be a prophet. Prophets can not only see the future, but also communicate with the gods.

"And he holds a magic book from the Abyss. When the world-destroying disaster struck the East, the Pantheon announced that there was also the aura left by the gods of the Abyss..."

Seeing Alice pursing her lips and keeping silent, Avery immediately confirmed his guess.

"Keep an eye on him and guide him. This is a responsibility you cannot escape."

Avery sighed and wanted to pat the back of Alice's hand to give her instructions, but when he saw Alice calming the Shadow Demon, he turned his gaze to the starry sky, and his eyes became extremely complicated.

……

In the dormitory on the second floor of the cabin, after washing up, Rogers sat in front of his desk in pajamas. He held the space rune in his hand and kept gesturing at the magic book, thinking about how to enchant it to achieve maximum effect.

"So you handed it over without hesitation?" Elina, wearing a plain white nightgown, leaned over and put her arms around Roger's neck, and asked in a very flat voice.

"The Shadow Demon has a contract mark on it. When I want to use it, the other party will have no way to refuse it. Besides, it is really useless to me now, and it makes trouble from time to time. It is better to exchange it for something better.

"Aren't you feeling cold in this? The neckline is too big, and don't you have rubber strings in your bra? Why does it look so baggy and flat...

"Ah! Damn it! Why did you bite so hard?!"

When Roger heard this, he turned his head to respond, but before he could finish, he felt a sharp pain on his neck. He had to put down the space rune and pushed the other person's cheek away with both hands.

"I've tolerated you for so long! Even the most docile rabbit will bite if it gets anxious!"

He stood up and faced Elina, saying indignantly.

"Why, do you want to have a taste too?" Elina chuckled and tilted her head slightly. Her slender neck was faintly visible against the backdrop of her scattered white hair.

There were also lighting runes engraved on the ceiling of the bedroom in the wooden house. Under the soft white light, the girl's face looked particularly gentle and beautiful.

As she tilted her head, the wide neckline of her nightgown slid to one shoulder, revealing a large area of ​​delicate skin and smooth lines.

Not far away, lying on the bed, Lufia, who was sleeping in a spread-eagle position, wrinkled her nose slightly. She tried her best to open her eyes a little, turned her head to look at the two people who seemed to be standing up and confronting each other, and muttered vaguely:

"keep your voice down……"

After saying that, she reached out and scratched her belly under her shirt, then pulled out the pillow from under her head and covered herself with it to block out the bright light that made her uncomfortable.

After hearing this, Elena didn't say anything else. She just shrugged slightly, gave Rogers a contemptuous look, and turned around to go to bed.

However, before she could take a few steps, she felt an extremely sharp pain in her neck.

"Ah! Damn it! You ate my hair too?! Your saliva is so dirty! I have to wash it again!"

She angrily grabbed Rogers by the back of the collar, threw him onto the bed, and prepared to move forward and start her routine.

Lufia listened to the sounds of the two people fighting, turned over and curled up into a ball, pressing her ears with the pillow, trying to avoid the annoying noise that disturbed her sleep.

As time goes by, the sun rises slowly from the horizon, covering everything with a warm and bright golden morning light.

Rogers yawned as he came into the arena and sat in the same seat as yesterday.

He beat Elina up for a long time last night, which not only caused him to waste a lot of sleep time, but also left him with a lot of soreness all over his body.

Not long after he sat down, Aldrey informed him that he could no longer participate in the competition and would not be included in the rankings, but he automatically received the same reward as the first place.

The school did not give too many detailed reasons, and Aldrey just casually said, "You should know the reason yourself," and said nothing more.

Rogers was delighted by this and immediately went to the library to borrow a number of books on space magic techniques and enchantments, then returned to the cabin to study them.

Without Rogers' participation, the style of the event has remained very stable, with the usual spell battles between magicians taking place.

It's just that some people often throw out some ordinary lime powder, and many male students will focus most of their attention on their lower bodies during the competition.

After the competition was over, Elina and Alice tied for first place, and Lufia unexpectedly ranked fifth, just behind the third prince.

As for the third place, it was even more surprising, as it was taken by Kelvins, the chief of Morost College.

The earth has completely awakened from the bleakness of winter. The trees are full of new green, the flowers are blooming, and all objects are glowing with warm light, forming a harmonious and beautiful picture.

Derek often carried a notebook in school, his eyes following the students from each house, crossing out the names one by one with a quill pen as the interest was collected.

Because of this, his classmates privately gave him a nickname that they felt was appropriate - the Devil's Evil-faced Hound.

Occasionally, Edith would help Derek complete the task of recovering credits. At the same time, he kept collecting all of Rogers' words and deeds at school, and kept copying the contents of "The Emerald Record" and "Ecclesiastes" that Rogers had said, making them into flyers, and distributing them to students in various colleges every day, making his classmates think that he had indeed become crazy again.

With the help of Kuli, "A Series of Ideas on Gears" was actually published, which led to a manufacturing and experimental movement called "Gear Tide" in the craftsman community.

Unlike craftsmen and inventors, many mathematicians are more concerned with the coordinate system used in the book to explain the composition more vividly.

A steady stream of letters from all walks of life were sent to Saint Herta, and Logos's name as a sage became more and more famous.

dong dong dong-

At noon, a series of banging sounds rang out in the living room of Rogers's wooden house.

In front of him was a wooden round table, on which was placed a square-structured machine driven by gears.

There is a pitch-black rod-shaped object inserted vertically on the top of this machine. It is the magic launching rod invented by Professor Curry.

As the gears turned and the mechanical arms swung, it hammered the magic book below hard again and again, as if it wanted to smash the space runes on the cover of the magic book completely into the book.

With each impact, a little magic would spurt out from the tip of the launcher, causing a fluorescent flash.

"It's so noisy. How long are you going to take to beat this thing until it heals?" Elena, who was sitting on the sofa, asked in a very impatient tone.

"According to Professor Kuli's estimate, it will probably be done in two days." Rogers replied, touching his chin.

"Two days... Can you turn it off tonight? It's so noisy." Lufia, who was sitting next to Elina, felt disappointed when she heard that and pouting pitifully.

Rogers carefully watched the space rune gradually dissipate. Before he could respond, there was a louder knock on the door, followed by Idrul's unique voice:

"Come and open the door! The reporter from the Imperial Capital Newspaper said that your invention of gears has greatly reduced their printing costs, so they came here specially to interview you, my most proud disciple!"

Chapter 4 Confused Reporter (k)

As soon as Rogers opened the door, he was startled when he saw the person next to Idrul. Then he took out a monocle from his sleeve pocket and slowly put it into his left eye.

The visitor was a girl who looked to be about sixteen years old, and her posture and expression seemed extremely shy and weak.

The other person was wearing a robe made of coarse cloth and had a canvas bag slung across his shoulder. His messy long brown hair was tied behind his head. A few light freckles dotted his soft-contoured face, and he wore a pair of thick glasses on his nose.

"Come on, come on, come in. This is Rogers Brid, the genius that I have devoted all my efforts to cultivate."

Idrull slightly tilted the antlers on his head to facilitate entry, and then pulled Malacom to give Rogers a brief introduction of his name.

After the door was closed, Idrul was not surprised to see Elina and Lufia. He just waved his hand kindly to indicate that they did not need to be polite.

Rogers, Malacom, and Idrul sat down at the round table one after another. The wooden chairs were conjured up by Idrul.

Malakum took out a pen and paper and placed them on the table. In front of her was the magic book that was constantly vibrating from the beating. In her ears was Idrul's endless chatter, repeating over and over again how the old man valued and cultivated Rogers.

There were two girls standing behind Rogers. The one with white hair made her feel inexplicably guilty and uncomfortable, as if she was completely seen through.

"Professor Idrul, can I interview Rogers himself?" After listening to Idrul's nagging for a long time, Malacom couldn't help but speak out.

"Ah, well, it's time. Did you take note of what I just said?" Idrull narrowed his eyes as soon as he finished speaking. Holding the oak stick in his hand, he turned his head and looked outside the house vigilantly.

Before Malacombe could answer, there was a violent shaking outside the house, as if a giant was trampling the ground nearby.

"You old moose-raped bastard! I can smell your stench from outside the house!"

Kuli's powerful voice suddenly exploded, followed by several shouts and curses of different styles.

After Idrul solemnly instructed Malacom to report truthfully to the citizens, he picked up his oak stick and hurried out the door.

After a shrill scream, several faces appeared outside the window of the wooden house. They seemed to be restraining each other while keeping a close eye on the reporter girl who was visiting from outside the school.

Saint Herta is the top magic school in the entire empire, and even in the world.

It is filled with a mysterious atmosphere of exploring magical knowledge and skills, and has nurtured one great magician after another, and even a sage.

This was Malacombe's guess before she entered the school, so she was also excited like a pilgrim, wanting to come here to see the magical geniuses and many professors, and to interview Rogers, a strange man with many good and bad reputations.

Everything was going as expected.

She first went to Morost College, which had the largest number of students. However, after entering the lobby of its first-year dormitory, any student she asked about their opinions on Rogers would become panic-stricken. Some even warned her that calling Rogers' name directly would result in a curse.

Until she asked a brown-haired boy, the other party heard the name of Rogers and started to laugh and self-harm with the Wind Blade Spell on the spot. He was suppressed by many classmates before he stopped.

Malacom remembered that each college in Saint Herte had its own characteristics, and thought that the geniuses of Morost College might be a little neurotic, so he chose to go to the most noble Augustus College again.

However, before she entered the dormitory area, she was stopped by a young man who kept chanting to her about the wisdom and greatness of Logos and handed her a leaflet filled with proverbs.

After finally getting rid of the other party's increasingly crazy entanglement, she met the third prince who returned from the cafeteria. But when she was about to ask this prince what he thought of Rogers, she was asked gloomily, "Do you like him?"

Before she could continue to inquire why the answer was so inexplicable, the followers around the third prince drove her out of the dormitory area of ​​Augustus Court and warned her that the third prince did not like being asked questions.

Until finally, Professor Idrul landed in front of her in a green light and brought her here by force.

"Saint Herte is the utopia for magicians..." Malacom muttered to himself as he looked at the many faces outside the window.

She felt that she had always had some misunderstanding about magicians.

"Perhaps it is because newspapers and periodicals may be recorded in the literature..."

Rogers shrugged and muttered to himself, then walked out the door. After the dean and professors told them that Malacom would interview everyone one by one later, they let them leave gradually.

After closing the door again, he sat down next to Malacombe, raised his hand to slightly adjust his monocle and said:

"The professors have all left. They probably won't pay attention to this place anymore."

After saying this, Rogers glanced at Elena, and when he saw the other party nod slightly, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Malacom's neck, tightly holding his throat.

Malacombe's breathing gradually became rapid and shallow, his eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief, his face slowly turned pale, and his lips gradually lost their color due to lack of oxygen.

She raised her hand and grabbed Roger's arm tightly. She wanted to get up and escape, but the pain in her throat held her down. She could only struggle in vain, with a pleading expression on her face.

[Information! The inverted demon spirits of the Abyss of Disorder cast a secretive gaze towards this place.]

[Notice! The gods of the bottomless pit are casting a secret gaze upon you. ]

[The inverted demon spirit of the Abyss of Disorder dispersed its gaze. ]

"What's wrong with you? In order to avoid being noticed by those scary professors, I didn't show any abnormality at all."

Malacombe looked at Rogers's unchanging eyes, and her originally weak expression quickly recovered. She reached out and took off her thick glasses frame, revealing an interested smile.

Rogers slowly pulled his hand back. He was still thinking that there might be a chance to send him into the bottomless pit, but unfortunately, as the setting said, facing a crisis would force the other party's hidden personality to wake up.

Unfortunately, he was on campus and couldn't easily use lethal spells, otherwise it would probably immediately attract the attention of professors and even the vice-president.

Malakum, the one being watched by the inverted spirits of the Abyss of Disorder, is also one of the First Prince's secret followers.

However, the above are all the identities of her second personality. In her first personality, she still thinks of herself as just a travel writer, wandering poet and magazine reporter.

"What a hassle." Malacom leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs and placed them on the table. She looked much more wild than before. She reached into her cross-body bag and took out two things and threw them to Rogers:

"Here, this is the letter that the First Prince ordered me to bring to you before coming to Saint Hert, as well as a small clock that the Prince made with the master craftsman."

Can this guy only feel the blessing but not the gaze of God?

Rogers took the things and put them on the table. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "The First Prince should have told you not to expose your hidden personality at will. Even if you have to expose it, you shouldn't have an overly obvious relationship with him, right?"

Malakum was slightly stunned when he heard this, and looked at Rogers with a little surprise, then laughed and said, "You are indeed worthy of being someone he values. How did you know this?"

But then her expression changed, and she looked at Rogers viciously: "Are you deceiving me? Although you are quite handsome, the fate of those who play tricks on me is not good."

When you try to strangle someone and they don't care at all, will they become angry about it?

Rogers looked down at the personal mark on the letter, a little surprised that Malacombe's character had not been revealed in the plot.

The other party is a person who is born with extremely strong spiritual perception. Different from Alice's special feature, the other party has an extremely strong and keen sense of crisis at all times, so it is difficult to successfully activate the [Liqi Special Feature] on him.

But at the same time, this talent also poses a great threat, especially when she is in the opposing camp.

Moreover, without the First Prince's knowledge, the other party had committed many inhumane acts on his own in order to help the First Prince successfully complete some tasks.