Outside the spiral tower, a gentle breeze blows away wisps of dark clouds in the clouds.

Gradually, sunlight began to shine on the ground through the gaps that had broken through, dotting bright spots of light.

The color of the sky also slowly became brighter, turning from a gloomy gray to a soft blue.

As the clouds dispersed, the light passed through the tall window lattice, generously illuminating the entire classroom.

But the first-graders in the classroom became in a trance, and what they had just experienced seemed like a dream to them.

Many people discussed Rogers' Q&A with the professor as they walked to the cafeteria, ready for afternoon tea.

There are also students who simply go out of the tower to breathe, or run and jump to move their bodies, but they are undoubtedly thinking about the strange situation in the first class.

Rogers didn't leave his seat, he didn't have the habit of drinking afternoon tea, nor did he have the youthful energy to run and jump.

Just silently speculating on how many credits he would get for this contribution, and if Professor Alana could combine linguistics with the study of spells to help him speed up his magical learning.

It was also at this moment that Alinor was staring at Rogers with a lustful gaze, as if she wanted to drain him completely.

"I've tried my best to ignore you, but I'd like to ask you to control yourself a little if you can."

Rogers pressed his fingertips against Alina's smooth cheek, trying to push it aside with all his might.

"I really want to open your head and look through what else is in there." Alina snapped Rogers' fingers open and pressed forward menacingly.

"Rogers is amazing! Even though I couldn't understand the words 'signified' and 'signified', I was still shocked! Rufia clenched her hands into fists in front of her chest, a chivalric symbol of her inner excitement and praise for her friend.

"Well, okay...... Come to my dorm in the evening and I'll teach you. Rogers saw what the two men meant, and he held his forehead and promised a little speechlessly.

Although linguistics may sound like a study of language, it is ultimately classified as a subject that can only be studied at university.

Many of these aspects require the ability to think logically and understand concepts as much as philosophy.

When the two of them have a headache when they hear it, maybe they will just give up.

While the three of them were arguing, Alice was carefully jelling down what Rogers had mentioned in class, and then compared it with Eunice next to her.

She was very grateful to Eunice for taking the risk to save herself before class, and at the same time, she also added a little gratitude and recognition to Eunice.

"It's unbelievable that little devil has such wisdom."

Eunice looked at the notes on the table and couldn't help but sigh sincerely.

Having experienced an elite aristocratic education, although she couldn't recognize the meaning of this very well, just a few concepts that she could understand a little bit made her understand a little bit of what kind of knowledge Rogers had.

"Little devil ......," Alice murmured softly.

She remembered what Vice Principal Avery had said to Rogers during the trial in front of the door, and the other party had asserted with certainty that as long as he did not suffer misfortune, Rogers would become a sage, or even a great sage.

And this is only the first class, and Rogers is already showing a lot of momentum.

She looked back at where Rogus was, and wanted to step forward to say a few words, but when she saw Rogers and Alina playing intimately, she instantly suppressed the thought.

Every time she saw Rogers, Alina would stick to each other's side, like a parasitism on an oak tree.

She bit her lower lip slightly, and the palm on her lap unconsciously scratched and rubbed the college uniform.

"It's okay, as a saint, you, will definitely have a better moment than him!" Eunice thought that Alice had been hit, and after sorting out her notes, she relieved herself.

"Yes, as a saint." Alice turned her head and responded in an inexplicable tone.

A wave of helplessness and exhaustion came over her, and for some reason, she always felt an indescribable heaviness towards her sainthood.

She has been pondering and meditating, apart from the blood of the saint, in the eyes of others, what else can be her own characteristics?

The saint is a peerless glory in the eyes of the world, but for her, it comes with endless responsibilities and pressures.

But she also knows the meaning and mission it brings, and it is this identity that allows her to be the hope and strength of others.

Despite the heavy burden, she never had much to think of escaping.

It's just that every time I am mentioned and expected like this again and again, I can't help but have some negative emotions.

"Professor Alana should give us a good lecture in the future, and it is impossible to get entangled in the discussion with Rogers anymore.

"Let's hurry up and take a seat in the front row, don't be thrown off by the guys from the Demon King's Courtyard."

Eunice invited Alice, and after receiving an agreed, she picked up her book and notes and walked to the front row of the center seat.

At the same time, she did not forget to call out to the students around her, and when the others heard Eunice's intentions, they immediately expressed their support.

And several people took the initiative to go out of the tower to find the rest of the fellow students outside, beckoning them to come back quickly and occupy a good position.

Because of this move, the front row of the classroom gradually became noisy.

Many of the students who returned to the classroom saw that their seats were occupied and immediately went up to argue.

At first, it was just an argument among a few people, but as more and more students came to hear the voice, the confrontation between the Demon King Academy and the Holy Maiden Academy gradually formed.

The students who were forced to follow Rogers couldn't help but feel an unwarranted sense of urgency when they saw the talent he had shown not long ago.

This sense of urgency drives them to become better and earn more credits.

And the students who followed Alice felt that if they were thrown away by this group of guys from the Demon King Academy, wouldn't they be ruining the glory of the saint? What else qualifies me to follow a saint?

The two sides did not retreat because of their respective beliefs, and they tried very well to restrain themselves at first because Alice was not far away.

However, with the continuous expansion and spread of the conflict, as well as the continuous increase in the number of people on both sides, the strong smell of gunpowder can no longer be suppressed.

"As soon as the number of people who are emotionally intense increases, the emotionally boiling individual will have the illusion that he will feel as if he is invincible, as if nothing is impossible.

"And this will once again add fuel to the passion of the group."

Rogers nibbled on the apple, commenting with Alina about what was happening in the front row.

Until a harsh word rang in his ears, his face darkened.

"He is worthy of being a student of the Demon King Academy! You're almost catching up with Rogus Breed! ”

The moment the words fell, the scene was silent.

The face of the student of the Demon King Academy, who was accused of humiliation, turned red, his forehead was bruised, and his anger was outlined in every vein.

"You filthy bastard! How dare you humiliate me like this! You're more like Rutgers Breed! ”

His voice was low and he gritted his teeth, his muscles trembling slightly with anger, as if he was about to burst into action at any moment.

"Damn the scumbag, you're more like Rogus Breed!"

The students of the Holy Maiden Academy, who were rebuffed, could not contain the anger in their hearts, and roared indignantly.