Gusts of wind rushed by, as if to roll people and things around, and throw them into the torrent of time that was constantly moving forward.

Rogers stood in his own bedroom for the first time in a long time, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes looking out the window at the flowerbeds, and beyond the stargazing tower that had imprisoned him countless times.

"Hans, you say that if I dye this thing green, my father won't be able to get me from St. Helte into the stargazing tower again, right?"

He raised his right hand, inserted his fingers between his messy and fluttering hair, and turned to his personal attendant who was helping him pack his bags.

"Young master, no matter what kind of hair color you dye, it won't make your handsomeness lose the slightest bit." Hans handed Rogers a black canvas bag, no longer nagging about decency as usual.

A faint reluctance and attachment were revealed on the squire's face, but they were all well restrained by him, and he did not say any more useless words.

"I'm just going to school, and it's not like I'm not coming back." Rogers was a little confused by Hans: "You know my reputation, I wonder if I should change my appearance, so as not to get beaten up when I first arrive at school." ”

After going to St. Herte, it is inevitable that some bad things will happen, after all, Alice will also study in it, and those freshmen of the same level can imagine what will happen with their heels in order to gain the favor and favor of the saint.

However, with various perks and pre-known plots, as long as he is promoted to bronze and obtains magic power, he is confident that those with bad intentions will know what fear is.

"Well, forget it, that's not what you're supposed to think about." Rogers stood on tiptoe and patted Hans on the shoulder, not letting him bother with these useless questions.

"Yes, young master." Hans smiled and stroked his chest and bowed his head, after a month of waiting, he believed that the current young master was enough to easily solve these trivial matters.

Rogers walked to the wardrobe, deliberately chose a humble linen long-sleeved suit from a crowd of luxurious and complicated clothes, and finally carried a canvas bag.

When everything was ready, he picked up St. Herte's acceptance letter and pressed his thumb to the clay badge on the envelope.

Countless tadpole-like luminous symbols fly out of the emblem, and they float and spin in unison at the behest of the invisible conductor, weaving an elegant movement.

In an instant, the symbols gathered at Rogers' feet, forming a beautifully patterned disc.

There are also several nested and overlapping geometries within the disk, constantly flickering, transforming, separating and recombining.

"Tell my parents on my behalf, I'm gone, goodbye on vacation."

Rogers, bathed in light, waved a farewell gesture to Hans.

The Earl and Count Braider had told him a lot last night, perhaps because they didn't want to face parting, or maybe they wanted to make Rogers know that there would be no more protection for them in the future, so they didn't come to see him off.

In his previous life, Rogers grew up eating hundreds of meals, probably because fate made up for his regrets, and in this life, he had parents who loved him very much.

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

"Follow your will, Master Rogers!"

Hans waved his hand in the same hand, saying goodbye to him.

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[St. Herthe's Letter of Admission casts a teleportation spell on you, and you are about to be transported to St. Herte's Gate.] 】

Rogers' vision quickly blurred, and the interior began to distort and distort, followed by a wave of dizziness, nausea, and vomiting.

With the flickering and struggling of the light, it was as if he had spent an eternity, and it was as if it had only passed for a moment.

The blurred vision gradually cleared, and a tall, grand door appeared in his eyes.

Hidden in a fog that is sometimes thick and faint, it is full of mystery and solemnity.

Rutgers vaguely remembers that the door itself represented an entrance test, and those who excelled might even receive special grace.

He shook his head slightly, and found that under his feet was a soft green field of grass, and around him there were many young men and girls about his age.

Some of them were dressed in fine clothes, some were shabby, but all of them were full of anticipation and excitement.

These should be his classmates who have spent years with him.

Rogers took several deep breaths, the fragrant air calming his dizziness and vomiting slightly, and he habitually raised his hand to rub his temples.

"I kind of understand Geralt's feelings."

He then scanned his surroundings carefully, looking for Alex and Rufia.

"You can't be Rogers Breed, are you?!"

A girl with long fiery red hair noticed Rogess's gaze, and after seeing his face, she instantly changed into a menacing appearance and leaned over with a frown.

She wore a long bright red dress about the same color as her hair, and she walked like a firework.

The girl's voice was not small, and many people around her were also attracted by this sentence, and they all cast scrutinizing glances at Rogers.

Seeing the girl's movements, several teenagers also seemed to be encouraged, and followed forward to approach, making a posture that they would move at any time.

Rogers was slightly stunned when he saw this, and then began to think quickly about countermeasures.

He knew that his reputation was very bad, but he didn't expect it to be so bad that people wanted to greet him with his fists and feet as soon as they met.

Don't these people think about what to do if they lose their qualifications because of a fight in front of the school?

However, he also knows very well what kind of temperament thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers have, and I am afraid that there is no way to reason with reason.

The girl in front of her should be a nobleman, and it is likely that she dared to call out her identity like this after seeing her own portrait......

In any case, the momentum cannot be weak, and it is also reckless to dress up for a wave of temptation.

"What do you mean by that?! Are you provoking me?! How can a guy like you qualify for the holy St. Herte? ”

Rogers raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were cold, and he was not to be outdone, and he greeted the red-haired girl, as if he had been greatly slandered because of what he had just said.

"It's not...... I ......" Seeing that the other party did not retreat but advanced, the red-haired girl was disrupted by unexpected doubts, her steps stopped unconsciously, and her face gradually became a little confused.

"What is not?! What did you mean by that?! Rutgers's acting skills gradually improved, staring at her fiercely, gritting his teeth.

"I've heard that Rutgers Breed is the son of an Earl of the East, and he doesn't look like a noble heir."

"Yes, and it is rumored that Rogers is extremely, it is impossible for him to have such a healthy complexion and body."

"Well, looking at the humiliated appearance of others, I am afraid that I will be even more angry than he if I was suddenly called Roggerth Breed......"

The red-haired girl listened to the bursts of discussion in her ears, and her expression gradually changed from confused to annoyed, she looked at Rogers who was very angry in front of her with a ashamed face, and bowed her head in some embarrassment and apologized:

"My name is Eunice Hutton, and I'm sorry to have offended you for my arrogance and ignorance, and I hope you will forgive me for my mistakes."

Has your name evolved into an unpleasant word?

Rogess's face became more and more ugly, and Eunice watched the change in his expression, becoming more and more convinced that the person in front of him was not the person he had pointed to earlier, and his expression became more sincere.

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

At this moment, an inopportune question sounded, and everyone's faces slowly changed from guilt to fierceness when they heard this, and they instantly looked at Rogers like hungry wolves.

Eunice's eyes gradually began to become unkind, and her face slowly turned red with shame.

Just when Rogge was about to shout out the simple principle of jurisprudence that "whoever asserts, who adduces evidence", a pair of tender little hands covered his eyes, and a joyful inquiry came from his ears: "Hi! Guess who I am! ”

"Is it Alina?" Rogers replied deliberately.

"That's not right! You deliberately admit your mistake! Rufia lowered her hands and jumped up in front of Rogers, her cheeks bulging with anger.

Unlike the first time she saw her at the stargazing tower, Rufia was much lighter in her dress this time.

The high-necked blouse made of silk hugged her slender neck, a little because of the previous movements, the jewel-encrusted coat could only fit over her shoulders, and the lower half of the body was the high-waisted pants that matched the coat.

The neutral dress undoubtedly showed Rufia's heroic characteristics to the maximum, and for a moment, the eyes of the audience were focused on the young princess.

"Wherever you go, you're always going to make people angry."

Elena's skirt came to Rufia's side, she was still wearing a plain long dress, like a lonely lotus, smiling sarcastically at Rogers.

And Eunice seemed to recognize Rufia's identity, and immediately bowed her knees and saluted: "Your Royal Highness Princess Rufia, please allow me to pay you the highest respect. ”

The people around immediately bowed their heads when they heard this, and even knelt directly on the ground.

The teenagers who were about to do it just now were extremely scared, what did they just do? Trying to inflict violence on someone who can play with the princess?!

And how could someone who could be so intimate with Her Royal Highness the princess be the notorious Rogers!

After this trouble, many people have silently remembered in their hearts that Eunice, who was the first to attack, came.

"We're about to enter St. Herthe, there is no class in the school, everyone is classmates, and there is no need to follow those cumbersome etiquette!" Rufia smiled and waved her hand, signaling that everyone didn't have to.

"Follow your will." Eunice heard Her Royal Highness's sincere request and replied with a grateful face.

More and more people got up and kept surrounding, just hoping to leave a slight impression in front of Her Royal Highness the noble and kind princess.

Rogus asks how Alina and Rufia felt when they teleport, and learns that they are even more uncomfortable than she is, and complains that the teleportation magic must be renewed.

While a few people were talking, the atmosphere of the surrounding crowd suddenly became a little wrong.

Rogers looked for a feeling of discomfort when he saw a purple-haired young man in a delicate shirt and trousers and a black coat walking towards him.

The boy had a much stronger body than everyone around him, the position of the eyebrow bone was clean, there was not the slightest eyebrow, and the eyes full of cruelty were hidden in the deep eye sockets.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he was mocking or mocking, and the faint scar on the side of his mouth added a touch of hatred to his already tyrannical appearance.

Rutgers immediately recognized who he was at the sight of that iconic face.

Derick Earle, son of the Marquis of the Southern Frontier, is a character full of tragedy.

Contrary to his intimidating appearance, he is a super-kind old good guy by nature.

It's a pity that because of Delick's residual appearance, every time he wants to show kindness to others, he is often made up by his brain into all kinds of delusions of victimization, and finally turns into a mess of notoriety and rumors spread.

"This kid and himself are both brothers in distress who have been victimized by rumors......" Rogers sighed in his heart.

"Eunice, how long have you been here?"

Derick was the first to smile and greet Eunice, but against the backdrop of the thin white lips and the scar at the corner of his mouth, the smile showed a slight sense of the murderer discovering his prey.

"I'm sorry, but do we know each other?" Eunice frowned slightly, and she glanced at Rufia beside her without a trace, and resisted Delick's approach in a detached tone.

After Rogers saw this scene, he instantly recalled a lot of related plots, Delick and Eunice grew up in the South since they were children, and they often moved around because of their adjacent territories, and they were childhood sweethearts who had a good relationship to some extent.

It's just that Eunice, who entered the academy, didn't want to have a relationship with the scrupling bamboo horse, and then became estranged.

In the end, I don't know when, Delick frantically wanted to save his childhood friendship, and since then he has started the dog licking mode.

And it's much more ferocious than when Rogers licked Alice, and in the end, it seems that only a few branches have exchanged some favor for the other party.

Even if Drake properly pursued a girl with good character, why chase such a vain guy, those plots made Rogers feel quite worthless.

"People are not judged by their clothes, just as we can't judge a person by their appearance alone." Rogers sighed and walked over to Dellick's side, showing sympathy, and put his hand on his shoulder:

"Your Excellency is Lord Derik, I have heard many rumors about you, but I am convinced that rumors will die in the ears of the wise, and I have suffered from such evils."

Drake turned his head slowly, and there was some brightness in his gloomy eyes.

Only his parents had spoken to him of similar words, and it was the first time he had heard such heartwarming words from a stranger! It was also the first time that a stranger would dare to be so close to him!

"This friend, you are not understood? Have you ever been hurt by rumors? Derick asked as kindly as he could, in his sand-and-stone voice.

"I ......"

Before Rutgers could tell him the truth of licking the dog until he was left with nothing, a man suddenly squeezed into the crowd, pointed at Rogers and said violently: "Despicable Rogus Breed! I knew you would come to St. Herte! ”

Rogers searched for prestige, and it turned out to be Caspar, Lufia's former boy knight.

Delick's mouth opened slightly, his pupils gradually dilated, and he looked at Rogers on his shoulder in a daze.

The rumors from the mouth of this silver-haired young man could not be the bad incident that caused the public outrage of the entire empire that he harassed the saint from childhood to adulthood, and may even have defiled the saint and imprisoned the saint's brother until now?!

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

"You shameless liar!" Eunice's roar interrupted Delrik's thoughts, her hands clenched into fists, bruises on her forehead, and a suffocating flame seemed to burn in her body.

"Don't slander me, I've never denied calling myself Rogeth......" Rogus withdrew his hand, shrugged innocently, and slowly retreated to Rufia and Alia's side.

But looking at the scene of the surrounding teenagers and girls who were about to breathe fire and couldn't wait to rush up, it seemed that Her Royal Highness the princess might not be able to protect him.