Your notoriety is known to everyone.

Mrs. Braid would keep saying similar words every time she came. She was afraid that Rogers would feel resentful because of this, and she was also afraid that if she didn't send Rogers to Saint Herte, it would ruin his future.

Earl Braid often remained silent, sitting quietly beside the mother and son, listening to his wife nagging at her son.

"Child, bloodline will never bring glory. You must master enough strength and wisdom to glorify your own bloodline."

This was the advice that Earl Brad left for Rogers when he left last time.

Lufia's chess skills improved by leaps and bounds under Rogers's guidance. In the entire Earl's Mansion, no one could beat her, and they no longer pretended to lose to her.

Unfortunately, she still couldn't win against Rogers. Instead, she had a good relationship with Elena, and the two of them soon became good companions.

Elina has a mind beyond her age, but she is just a little girl after all, at an age where she longs for pure friendship.

However, when Rogers looked at how the two got along, he always had the illusion that an old mother was raising a silly child.

The peaceful days flow slowly and melt into peaceful years.

At dawn one day, Rogers held a letter with the emblem of Saint Hertus in his hand and stretched his body vigorously:

"The prologue is over, and the real drama is finally about to begin."

Chapter 15 Is He Rogers Braid? ! (Two in One)

Gusts of fresh breeze rushed past, as if to sweep people and things up, to crowd them together, and to throw them into the ever-moving torrent of time.

After a long time, Rogers stood in the bedroom of his own mansion, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes gazing at the flower garden outside the window, and at the observatory tower further away, where he had been imprisoned countless times.

"Hans, if I dye this thing green, my father won't be able to take me from Saint Hert to the Observatory Tower anymore, right?"

He raised his right hand, inserted his five fingers into his messy fluttering hair, turned his head and asked the personal attendant who was helping him pack his luggage.

"Master, no matter what color you dye your hair, it will not diminish your handsomeness in the slightest." Hans handed a black canvas bag to Rogers, no longer nagging about decency as usual.

A hint of reluctance and attachment was revealed on the servant's face, but he restrained himself well and did not say any useless words.

"I'm just going to school. I'm not not coming back." Rogers was in a complicated mood because of Hans. "You know my reputation. I'm thinking about changing my appearance to avoid being beaten as soon as I get to school."

After arriving at Saint Herta, it is inevitable that you will encounter some bad things. After all, Alice will also study there. You can imagine what will happen to those freshmen in the same grade in order to gain the favor and favour of the saint.

However, with various bonuses and pre-known plots, as long as he is promoted to bronze and gains magic power, he is confident that he can make those guys with bad intentions know what fear is.

"Oh, forget it. This is not something you should think about." Rogers stood on tiptoe and patted Hans on the shoulder, preventing him from worrying about these useless questions.

"Yes, young master." Hans smiled and lowered his head, touching his chest. After serving for a month, he believed that the current young master was capable of easily handling these trivial matters.

Rogers walked to the closet and chose a plain linen long-sleeved suit from among a host of luxurious and complicated clothes. He then put on his canvas bag.

When everything was ready, he picked up Saint Herte's admission letter and pressed his thumb against the seal emblem on the envelope.

Countless tadpole-like glowing symbols flew out from the emblem. They obeyed invisible commands, floated and rotated together, weaving an elegant melody.

In an instant, symbols gathered at Rogers' feet, forming a disc with a magnificent pattern.

There are also several nested and overlapping geometric shapes within the disc, which are constantly flashing, changing, separating and reorganizing.

"Tell my parents that I'm leaving. See you during the holidays."

Bathed in the light, Rogers waved goodbye to Hans.

Count and Countess Brad had given him many instructions last night. Perhaps they did not want to face separation today, or perhaps they wanted to let Rogers know that he would no longer have their protection, so they did not come to see him off.

In his previous life, Rogers grew up eating at many people's homes. Perhaps fate, in order to make up for his regret, gave him parents who loved him very much in this life.

The deep affection connected by blood, more than ten years of careful care and love, and countless times of patient listening and comfort in memory, have all turned into a subtle reluctance at this moment.

"Follow your will, Master Rogers!"

Hans also waved his hand and said goodbye to him.

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[The Saint Hert Admissions Notice casts a teleportation spell on you, and you are about to be sent to the Saint Hert Gate. ]

Rogers's vision quickly blurred, the scene in the room began to distort and deform, and then a feeling of dizziness, nausea and vomiting came over him.

With the flickering of light and the struggle, he seemed to have spent an eternity, and yet it seemed as if only a moment had passed.

His blurry vision gradually became clear, and a tall and magnificent door appeared in his eyes.

The door is hidden in a fog that is sometimes thick and sometimes thin, full of mystery and solemnity.

Rogers vaguely remembered that this door itself represented an entrance examination, and those with excellent results might even receive special grace.

He shook his head slightly and came back to his senses, and found that there was soft green grass under his feet, and there were many boys and girls around him who were about his age.

Some of them were dressed in gorgeous clothes, some in simple clothes, but all of them were filled with anticipation and excitement.

These people should be the classmates who will spend several years with him.

Rogers took several deep breaths. The fragrant and pleasant air relieved his dizziness and nausea. He habitually raised his hand and gently rubbed his temple.

"I think I understand Geralt's feelings a little bit."

Then he looked around carefully, searching for Erina and Lufia.

"Are you Rogers Brid?!"

A young girl with long fiery red hair noticed Rogers' gaze, and after glancing at his face, she instantly put on an aggressive look and approached him with a frown.

She was wearing a bright red dress of the same color as her hair, and she looked like a firework as she walked.

The girl's voice was quite loud, and many people around were attracted by her words, and they all cast scrutinizing glances at Rogers.

Seeing the girl's actions, several young men seemed to be encouraged and moved forward, ready to take action at any time.

Rogers was slightly startled when he saw this, and then began to think of a countermeasure quickly.

He knew that his reputation was bad, but he never imagined it was so bad that people would want to greet him with fists and kicks as soon as they met him.

Don’t these people consider what would happen if they lose their admission to the school because of fighting in front of the school gate?

However, he also knew the temperament of teenagers aged thirteen or fourteen, and it was probably impossible to convince them by reasoning.

Judging from the girl's demeanor, she should be a noble. She probably dared to reveal her identity after seeing her own portrait...

No matter what, we must not let down our momentum and try it out.

"What do you mean? Are you challenging me? How can a guy like you be qualified to enter the sacred Saint Herte?"

Rogers raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were cold, and he walked towards the red-haired girl unwillingly, as if he had been greatly slandered by his previous words.

"No... I..." Seeing that the other party was advancing instead of retreating, the red-haired girl was thrown into disarray by the unexpected questioning. She paused unconsciously, and her face gradually became a little confused.

"Nothing?! What on earth did you mean by saying that just now?!" Rogers' acting skills were getting better and better. He stared at her fiercely and said with gritted teeth.

"I heard that Rogers Brid is the son of an earl of the East. Judging from his attire, he doesn't look like a descendant of nobility."

"Yes, and according to rumors, Rogers is extremely lustful. It is impossible for him to have such a healthy complexion and body."

"Ah, look at how humiliated he is. If I were suddenly called Rogers Brid, I would probably be even angrier than him..."

The red-haired girl listened to the discussions around her ears, and her expression gradually changed from confusion to annoyance. She looked at the angry Rogers in front of her with shame, and bowed her head in embarrassment and apologized:

"My name is Eunice Hutton. I am very sorry for offending you with my arrogance and ignorance. I hope you can forgive my mistake."

Has my name evolved into a word that is unpleasant to the ear?

Rogers's face became increasingly uglier. Eunice noticed the change in his expression and became more and more convinced that the person in front of her was not the one she had pointed out before, and her behavior became more sincere.

"What if he dressed like this on purpose to confuse his identity?"

At this moment, an inappropriate voice of doubt sounded. Upon hearing this, everyone's faces changed from guilt to ferocity, and in an instant they stared at Rogers like hungry wolves.

Eunice's eyes gradually became unfriendly, and her face slowly turned red with shame.

Just when Roger was about to shout out the simple legal principle of "He who advocates, shall provide evidence", a pair of tender little hands covered his eyes and a joyful inquiry came to his ears: "Hey! Guess who I am!"

"Is it Elena?" Rogers replied deliberately.

"No! You are admitting your mistake on purpose!" Lufia put down her hands, jumped in front of Rogers, her cheeks slightly puffed with anger.

Unlike when they first met in the observatory tower, this time Lufia's clothes were much lighter and more comfortable.

The high-necked silk shirt fit her slender neck. Perhaps because of the previous action, the jewel-encrusted jacket could only barely fit on her shoulders, and her lower body was wearing high-waisted pants that matched the jacket.

The androgynous dress undoubtedly showcased Lufia's heroic qualities to the maximum extent. In an instant, all the eyes of the audience were focused on the young princess.

"No matter where you go, you always make people angry."

Elina lifted her skirt and came to Lufia's side. She was still wearing a plain long skirt, like a lonely and cold lotus, mocking Rogers with a smile.

Eunice seemed to recognize Lufia's identity and immediately knelt down and bowed her head, "Your Highness Princess Lufia, please allow me to pay you my highest respects."

The people around immediately lowered their heads upon hearing this, and some even knelt on the ground.

The young men who had just made a move to attack were extremely frightened. What had they just done? How could they actually attempt to use violence against someone who could play with the princess?!

And how could the person who could be so close to Her Royal Highness the Princess be the infamous Rogers!

After this incident, many people have secretly hated Eunice who was the first to cause trouble.

"We are about to enter Saint Herta. There is no class distinction in the school. We are all classmates and there is no need to observe those cumbersome etiquette!" Lufia smiled and waved her hand, indicating that everyone did not need to do so.

"I'll follow your will." Eunice replied with gratitude after hearing Her Royal Highness the Princess' sincere request.

More and more people stood up and gathered around, hoping to leave some impression in front of the noble and kind princess.

Rogers asked Erina and Lufia about how they felt when they were teleported, and found out that they felt even worse than he did. He complained that the teleportation magic needed to be updated.

As they talked, the atmosphere of the crowd around them suddenly became a little strange.

Rogers looked in the direction with a rather uncomfortable feeling, and saw a purple-haired boy wearing an exquisite shirt and trousers and a black jacket walking towards him.

This young man had a much stronger body than the people around him. His brow bones were clean without any eyebrows. His eyes, filled with cruelty, were hidden in his deep eye sockets.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was mocking or ridiculing, and the faint scar on the side of his mouth added a hint of ferocity to his already brutal appearance.

As soon as Rogers saw the iconic face, he immediately recognized who he was.

Derek Earley, son of the Marquis of the Southern Border, is a tragic character.

In stark contrast to his frightening appearance, he is actually a very kind and nice guy.

Unfortunately, due to Derek's miserable appearance, every time he wants to show kindness to others, people would often think of him as being victimized, and eventually his bad reputation and rumors would spread.

"This child and I can be said to be brothers in distress who have been harmed by rumors..." Rogers sighed in his heart.

"Eunice, how long have you been here?"

Derek was the first to greet Eunice with a smile, but against the backdrop of his pale thin lips and the scar at the corner of his mouth, his smile looked a bit like a murderer discovering his prey.

"I'm so sorry, are we very familiar with each other?" Eunice frowned slightly. She glanced at Lufia beside her without leaving a trace, and resisted Derek's approach in a distant tone.

After seeing this scene, Rogers instantly recalled a lot of related plots. Derek and Eunice both grew up in the southern border since childhood. Because their territories were adjacent, they often visited each other. To some extent, they were childhood sweethearts with a good relationship.

However, after entering the college, Eunice did not want to have anything to do with her ugly-looking childhood friend, and thus became estranged from him.

In the end, I don't know when it started, but Derek frantically wanted to restore the friendship of his childhood sweetheart, and he started to act like a bootlicker.

And he licked Alice much more ferociously than when Rogers licked her. In the end, it seemed that he only won back a little favor from her through a few branch lines.

Even if Derek properly pursued a girl with good character, why did he chase after such a vain guy? Those plots made Rogers feel that it was not worth it.

"A person is not defined by his clothes, just like we cannot judge a person by his appearance alone." Rogers sighed and walked to Derek's side, showing a sympathetic look, and put his hand on his shoulder:

"Your Excellency is Lord Derek, right? I have heard many rumors about you, but I firmly believe that rumors will die immediately in the ears of wise people. I have also suffered from such evil things."

Derek turned his head slowly, and a light flashed in his gloomy eyes.

Only his parents had said similar words to him. This was the first time he had heard such heartwarming words from a stranger! It was also the first time a stranger dared to get so close to him!

"My friend, are you also not understood by others? Have you ever been hurt by rumors?" Derek asked as friendly as possible in his voice that sounded like the collision of sand and stones.

"I……"

Before Rogers could tell him the truth about how a dog who licks others will end up with nothing, a man suddenly squeezed into the crowd, pointed at Rogers and shouted, "Despicable Rogers Brid! I knew you would come to Saint Herte!"

Rogers looked in the direction of the voice and found it was Caspar, Lufia's former page knight.

Derek opened his mouth slightly, his pupils gradually dilated, and he stared blankly at Rogers who was holding his shoulder.

Could it be that the rumor that the silver-haired young man was telling was about the heinous incident that caused public outrage throughout the empire, in which he had harassed the Saint from childhood to adulthood, and possibly even defiled her, and imprisoned her brother to this day? !

Could it really be a rumor?! No matter how much I have been misunderstood, I have never been evaluated like this!