Rogers had consciously told him everything he had to say, ignoring the different expressions of the freshmen, and said a brief goodbye to Alina and Rufia, and went straight back to his residence.

The change in circumstances made him have to change the plan he made a few days ago, and then he had to focus on sorting out the various plots that might appear in the future, and guess what kind of benefits he could seek in it earlier.

Time flows.

The evening sky is covered with a light orange-yellow veil, and through the sparse clouds, the afterglow of the setting sun is slightly revealed.

The wind blows through St. Herte, and everything on campus is like a watercolor painting sketched by soft brushstrokes, slowly exuding an air of calm.

Montroy stopped not far in front of Rutgers' hut, his feminine face full of tangles. When he heard that Rogers had earned the position of chief, he wanted to come and celebrate the glorious moment with him.

But last time, Rogers deliberately mentioned that he would have to wait for an invitation before he could visit again.

This, coupled with the resistance shown by Rogers before that parting, made Montroy a little unsure of what to do.

"Lord Straitton? What are you standing here for? ”

The clear voice instantly pulled Montroy back from his troubled thoughts, and he jerked back to see a white-haired girl standing behind him.

The other party was wearing a simple and elegant dress, the skirt fell elegantly to the ankles, and the whole body exuded a cold atmosphere that no one could approach.

Especially the indifferent amber eyes, which made people aggravate this impression a little.

"What are you looking at?" Montroy's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his gradually sinking face was filled with a layer of gloom.

He didn't know much about the girl in front of him, except that the other party's name was Alina Devyn, and he would often follow Rogers.

At this time, Alina carried a basket made of thin bamboo in the crook of her arm, and the contents of the basket were tightly covered with a white cloth.

Monteroy's nose twitched as he sniffed the aroma of pastry and fruit, and he guessed it was the dinner that Rogers had ordered Elena.

And Alina's eyes made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had a lot of important secrets being peeled off by Alina one by one.

And the other party was able to come behind him without him noticing, which also surprised and alerted him.

"I'm looking at Your Excellency, can't you even know this kind of thing?" Alina's tone was calm and cold, but the words that flowed through her mouth were tinged with the ultimate mockery.

"If I don't take those eyes off yours again, believe it or not, I'll gouge it out." Monteroy's voice became sharp and subdued, even a little indistinguishable between men and women.

His spiritual sense was constantly beating and sending out reminders, and if the other party looked at it, it would definitely affect the execution of many of his plans.

"So, may I ask you to get out of the way first?"

Before Monteroy could respond, a strong wind suddenly lifted and pushed him aside, and Alina walked straight to the door that he did not dare to approach, and skillfully pushed the door in.

"Damn shit! I swear I'm going to gouge out your eyes! Certain! Monteroy's teeth rubbed against his lips as he watched with a look of jealousy and resentment as Alina disappeared behind the cabin.

But then his expression changed again, and shyness suddenly appeared on his face, like a shy flower about to bloom, and his slightly lowered eyes blocked his flickering gaze, as if he was trying to suppress the emotion that was about to be irrepressible.

A whispering voice kept pouring out of his mouth:

"When I am with the Holy Son, I will ask the Holy Son to refine this lowly maid into a magic prop, as long as you can promise me, then it is not reasonable for the Holy Son to ask me to do something excessive......

"Ah~Holy Son-sama~ I wish time passed a little faster so that I could ......"

Montroy clutched his arms, his face flushed like a ripe apple, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

After a moment of madness, he dragged his somewhat limp body and reluctantly turned away.

……

Rogers was hunched cross-legged on a soft couch, reading a book titled "Succubus Studies: Their 100 Secret Secrets."

When Alina walked into the living room, he complained without looking up, "Isn't there such a thing as knocking on the door in the etiquette of the Devin family?" ”

"You can't pester the Holy Maiden anymore, and then you turn to these monsters, it seems that your nature is even dirtier than I expected."

Alina didn't answer the question directly, but frowned slightly at the book Rogers was holding, and her words were full of disgust.

"So you came alone just to trick me? You know these tricks are of little use to me. Rogers shrugged and sighed, frustrated by the perseverance.

"Oh, even the contempt of others must be avoided, and the Earl of Breed must be very worried about your cowardice that goes deep into your bones."

Alina took off the cover from the bamboo basket, took out the plate containing the pastries and melons and fruits, and finally took out a bottle that looked rather old.

After the food was neatly placed, she sat down with her skirt one position away from Rogers, and reminded in earnest: "That guy outside the door is dangerous, and it's not a good thing to be entangled by him." ”

Rogers' fingers paused as he turned the page, and he raised his eyes slightly to look at Alina, his brow showing thought.

Alina uses the word "entanglement", isn't Monteroy more detailed than the text of the plot suggests?

When he saw that Alina was silent, he also understood that the other party should not be able to provide more valuable information, so he thanked him equally seriously, and continued to look down at the book.

Then the silence slowly spread between the two, but they were not embarrassed in the slightest.

Alina took off her shoes without manners and sat cross-legged on the couch.

She munched on the pastry in small bites, occasionally throwing a piece at Rogers, each time being pinpointed into her mouth.

This is the tacit understanding that the two of them cultivated in the stargazing tower.

It wasn't until it was getting dark, and Rogers raised his hand and rubbed his somewhat sour eyes, that Alina spoke again:

"Now that you and the Holy Maiden have become the chief together, the story has spread throughout St. Herthe, and the freshmen of the same class as us have given you a bad name for this matter—the little demon king of the Hilmy Academy.

"Because you have the talent to oppose the Holy Maiden, and you have issued such absurd rules for the allocation of resources.

"You know, there has never been a situation where other colleges have to hand over private credits and have to rank.

"A lot of people are laughing and talking about the sad split of the first-year Hilmi Academy into the Holy Maiden Academy and the Demon King Academy."

Rogers placed the book on the long table in front of him, a playful smile on his lips, "That's pretty interesting." ”

For such a thing as fame, he has long put it aside.

And having a bad reputation doesn't have to be a bad thing, and in some cases, it can be a little bit more convenient.

"Professor Idrul should be very confused today, wondering why you haven't even faced off with the Holy Maiden, and you have already thought about what the Chief should do.

"To be honest, I'm also very curious, why is the Holy Maiden so likely to be defeated in your eyes? It was a saint who was high up and blessed by the world, not Caspar's waste. ”

As she spoke, Alina reached for the old bottle, pulled the cork with brute force, and tilted the bottle to pour the bright red wine into the two square glasses she had brought.

Rogers looked at Alina with some confusion, the other party's mind should be quite clear at the moment, why would he ask himself a question in confusion? Why did you bring alcohol with you?

After making sure that Alina was indeed sober, he pinched his chin with his hand and thought carefully before responding, "My existence is the cause of the defeat of the Holy Maiden. ”

People in this world are too superstitious about the omnipotent aura of saints, and Alice is a saint, but she is just a little girl.

The horror of the Holy Maiden lies in the bonuses that can be obtained continuously as the strength increases, and in the incomparably terrifying growth.

All in all, in the final analysis, the saint still needs to develop and grow.

Rutgers probably knows better than Alice herself how she grows up.

In addition, he will not be blinded by the so-called saint's aura at all, and naturally he will not be timid, so he can think about the strategy to break the game in a normal duel.

"It's cunning." Alina chuckled when she heard this, and handed Rogers a wine glass by the way: "This bottle of wine is treasured by my father for many years, and before I met you, he asked me to give it to the Breed family as a greeting gift.

"But I didn't think you were going to see me, so I didn't bring it that day."

"A lie needs more lies to make up for it, I'm a person who is afraid of trouble, so I never lie, how can a good boy with such an honest character be cunning?" Rogers took the glass, and the aroma of the wine invaded his nostrils.

He opened his mouth to sip slightly, and the sweet liquid gently slid into his mouth, quietly touching his taste buds, and the complex interweaving of fruit and spices made him take another sip.

The melodious and clear fruity flavor spreads on the tip of the tongue, as if it is one with the breath, and the wonderful taste that constantly reverberates makes him feel that this is indeed a good wine.

"Half a truth is often a big lie."

Alina sneered disdainfully, filled her glass again, looked down at the liquor that could not be seen in the dimness, and continued with a sigh:

"But I understand why you're doing this, because the rest of the truth is something that you can't say, right? It's a bit arrogant, but I can understand some of your feelings.

"I've been in this situation many times since I was a child, and when I was a child, I couldn't control the launch of the bonus, and from time to time I would see a lot of future that I didn't want to see.

"One of the things I learned at a very young age from those bad futures was to never tell the truth, never let anyone know what I was capable of.

"But it brought so much more than that, as I got older, the bonuses became more and more frequent, making my daily performance seem like a weird guy in the eyes of others.

"If it weren't for that, my loving father would never have allowed me to marry you, who had a bad reputation......"

Rogers listened quietly to the girl's complaints and complaints, and then poured himself a full glass.

Even now that she has control of the Prophetic Bonus, Alina can still be called a "weird guy".

Because she was too precocious, her forced maturity of mind made her incompatible with her peers, and because of her status, it was impossible for her to socialize too much with people older than her.

Compared to everyone else, Rogus was the only friend she could reach and the only one who could "socialize" with her, and the only one who knew of her Prophetic Bonus.

Coincidentally, Alina also knows Rogers' secret, and because the existence of the contract is enough for both parties to gain the most basic trust.

So Rogers has naturally become the only one who dares to talk about these complaints in Alina.

"If it weren't for Rufia's appearance, she would have wanted to tell herself these things that she had been holding back for a long time......

Instead of taking the opportunity to answer Alina's gushing questions this time, Rogers chose to silently accompany the other party to drink glass after glass of sweet wine.

"Don't you feel tired?" Alina exhaled a breath of wine and looked into Rogers' face, the pure curiosity in those eyes that seemed to bring Rogus back to the moment when they first met.

"You're either reminiscing, you're thinking, you're observing something that no one else can know.

"Also, it's the same with your life, either you're preparing for a plan or you're doing something.

"That's what it was like in Breed, and it's still like that when you come to St. Herte."

Rogers was stunned when he heard this, and he could suddenly feel the pulse of his heart clearly, as if he was responding to these words spontaneously.

Alina was not as arrogant as she judged herself, but she was able to truly understand his situation.

Since recognizing the situation he finds himself in, all of his decisions have become close to complete, and his thinking has become as if he was infected with cleanliness.

In addition to continuing this world to ensure survival, what Rogers craves most is power, enough power to bring absolute security.

After all, this is a magical place where you can realize "great power for yourself".

As Nietzsche said: There is no God in the world, and if there is, how can I bear that I am not God!

For this deepest desire rooted in his heart, Rogers began to squeeze himself desperately, to the point of unconsciousness......

"It's amazing that you can have such an expression."

The corners of Alina's lips were slightly curled and she lay down on the back of the sofa, her snow-white and smooth hair spread out, and at this moment a soft red glow appeared on her pretty cheeks, and her eyes were slightly hazy.

"Does your back still hurt?"

Rogers heard the girl's soft question, and replied casually, "Oh, I don't like belated kindness." ”

"I also hate hypocrisy anytime and anywhere." Alina's eyebrows stretched, her eyes slowly closed, and she whispered a little sarcastically: "So our physiognomy is really bad......

"Well, indeed, but you're probably a little worse drinking." Rogers' jaw.

He saw that the moonlight outside the window was like a wisp of silver veil gently covering Alina's body, and the other party's breathing became even, and his delicate lips opened slightly, as if he was constantly murmuring.

"Hey! You can't really sleep, do you? Aren't you going back? ”

Rogers tried to reach out and push Alina to wake him, but a feeling of vertigo rushed into his mind, causing him to fall forward uncontrollably.

"No, the stamina of this wine? Such a ......."

Before the muttering was finished, the boy was completely planted into the girl's arms.