Half a day passed by in a flash under the tip of the pen, and Rogus paused for a moment, rubbing his sore wrist, turning to Idrul and asking:

"Professor, this paper doesn't seem to be enough for me to write down the answers, do you have any extra paper?"

Perhaps inheriting the habit of water essays in his previous life, he would subconsciously elaborate on each argument from various perspectives, which led to the blank answers left by the subjective questions behind the test questions that were not enough for him to summarize.

"Yes." Idrul's gaze was still on the dense characters of the test paper, and when he heard this, he immediately took out a large pile of papers from his cuffs and handed it to Rogers: "Is it enough?" ”

"That's enough, I'm answering questions, not writing books...... Rogers took a rough estimate of a hundred sheets of paper, and he laid them out and continued to write smoothly.

"When are you...... Thinking about these? ”

Idrul would have wanted to ask Rogers how he learned these ideas, but he was certain that most of what Rogers had written was simply not learned.

"When I was a kid." Rogers replied casually.

Idrul was stunned when he heard this, his eyes were a little distracted and he looked in Rogers' direction, and his breathing began to rapid.

He originally thought that Rogers was one of those legendary gifted people who had been inspired by the gods, but what he looked at and wrote was simply "human knowledge".

And he's only thirteen! A thirteen-year-old boy said that when he was a child, he wondered what these represented.

What would have happened if he had been given some proper "guidance" in the future? What will the world usher in?

Idrul felt his scalp tingle a little, and he felt like he had gone back countless years ago, when he first heard the High Priest explain witchcraft.

This is the trumpet of dawn!

"Well, Professor? Are you getting a little too close......"

Rogers looked at Idrul as he approached, the antlers almost reaching him, and he seemed to feel the professor's hot snort.

"Oh, sorry, my dear child, are you hungry? This is the fruit I have cultivated myself, and although it has no magical function, it will always fill your stomach. ”

Idrul looked up with a smile and pulled a verdant apple from his cuff and tucked it into Rogers' left hand with a caring look.

"Thank you......" Rogers was a little unable to adapt to the increasingly "kind" Idrull, "The other students should be hungry too, right?" Don't you need to take care of their meals? ”

"Hunger can keep them awake to a certain extent, increase their cognitive abilities, help them answer, and don't need to worry about it." Idrul waved his hand nonchalantly, motioning for Rogus to hurry up and taste it.

Under the eager gaze of the old professor, Rogers took the apple and took a bite, accompanied by a crunch sound, and the sweet fruity aroma quickly filled his nose and taste buds.

The flesh and juice soaked on his tongue, giving people great pleasure and satisfaction.

Not only did it make Rogers feel incredibly full, but it also made his thoughts visibly clearer.

Rogers thanked Idrull again, and after a quick bite of the apple, he resumed his answer.

The evening daylight shines through the windows, casting a warm glow that fills the classroom.

Idrull picked up Rogeth's finished paper and turned to walk to the podium with a red face, and as he smashed the oak staff to the ground, the class regained full hearing and sight, and the papers disappeared from each of their desks.

"I'm hungry...... How are you doing? Rufia stroked her belly, her face filled with the haggard feeling of her soul being stripped away.

"Not so good." Alina raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her forehead, her expression was rare tired, and the light of thought in her eyes kept flashing, as if she was still struggling with the topic.

She calmed down, looked at Rogers yawning on the side, and asked in a playful tone, "How do you feel?" The future Chief Adult. ”

"I just feel tired." Rogers replied listlessly, silently jotting down one more request.

Although he has been engaged in subjective questions like stitching and silent writing all the time, he is still tired after writing all day.

There was no shortage of complaints and discussions in the classroom, and Idrul touched his beard and smiled at the noise of the crowd for a while before everyone was silent and said slowly:

"Congratulations on having completed all the tests for admission, and you will be resting for the night in your temporary dormitory.

"There is a form left in the dormitory to apply for the college, and before tomorrow morning, after the teachers have approved your test papers, they will evaluate you according to your overall quality, and the form will show the colleges you can choose.

"Of course, if there is a special academy like Hilmi on the form, it doesn't mean that you can be selected directly, and you will have to pass a test held by the academy again.

"In addition, tomorrow will be the entrance ceremony for the new students, and there will be a sacrament ceremony that will be enough to promote the Black Iron Rank to Bronze......"

As Idrul spoke, cheers erupted in the classroom.

Before the sun had completely set, the freshmen followed in Idrul's footsteps to the makeshift dormitory.

It was a large estate, and after saying goodbye to Alina and Rufia, Rogers pushed open the wooden door of his room according to the words on the back of the admission letter.

The room is simple, with a single bed, a wooden table and benches next to the bed, and a separate bathroom.

The new futon is neatly spread out on the bed, looking fluffy and soft.

Rogers tossed the black canvas bag he had been carrying all day on the bed and looked at the contents on the wooden table.

A copy of St. Herthe's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry rules, a campus map, several profiles and declaration forms for each of the school's houses, a plate of pastries to fill your stomach, and a bowl of salad that seemed to sit for a while.

After looking at it for a while, Rogers stretched his shoulders and opened the tooltip box to check the results of the trial in front of the door.

【Name:Enlightenment】

[Type: Intellectual High Rank Bonus]

[Source: St. Herthe's Gate]

[Effect (1): Briefly accelerates one's own thought process. 】

[Effect (2): Passively increases one's perception of magic. 】

[Effect (3): Strengthens the activation effect of various magic skills and bonuses that you have.] 】

[Effect (4): Temporarily bestow your own skills and bonuses on others.] 】

[Note: This bonus is for the growth type, and there is a possibility that it will evolve into a miracle.] 】

Rogers wasn't particularly surprised by this result, which was the highest reward St. Herthe's Gate could give.

After sorting out the effects of the other bonuses, he stepped into the bathroom, intending to wash up before going to sleep soundly.