Rogers had just opened the door, and when he saw the person next to Idrull, he was slightly startled, and then took out his monocle from his sleeve pocket and slowly snapped it into his left eye.

The visitor was a young girl who looked about sixteen years old, and her posture and expression were extremely shy and weak.

The other was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, carrying a canvas bag cross-body, his long messy brown hair was tied back at the back of his head, a few light freckles dotted his softly contoured face, and a heavy pair of glasses rested on the bridge of his nose.

"Come on, come on, go into the house, this is Rogers Breed, and he is also the genius that the old man has worked so hard to cultivate."

Idrul tilted the antlers on his head slightly to make it easier to get in, then pulled Malacombe to give Rogus a brief introduction by name.

When the door closed, Idrul was not surprised to see Alina and Rufia, but kindly waved them to indicate that they did not need to be polite.

Rogers, Malacombe, and Idrul sat at the round table, and the wooden chairs were conjured up by Idrul.

Malacomb pulled out a pen and paper and placed it on the table, in front of her was the magic book that was shaking from the beating, and in her ears was Idrull's gushing words, telling the old man's value and cultivation of Rogers over and over again.

Behind Rogers stood two young girls, the white-haired one that made her feel inexplicably weak and uncomfortable, as if she had been completely seen through.

"Professor Idrull, can I interview Rogus himself a bit?" Malacombe listened to Idrull's nagging for a long time, and couldn't help but speak out loud.

"Ah, okay, it's time, have you written down what the old man just said?" As soon as Idrul finished speaking, his eyes narrowed, and he turned his head to look out of the house warily with an oak staff in his hand.

Before Malacombe could reply, there was a violent shaking outside the house, as if a giant was trampling the earth nearby.

"You old fellow who was wheeled by moose*! I can already smell your stench outside the house! ”

Kuli's majestic voice exploded, followed by several different forms of scolding.

After Idrul sternly instructed Malacombe to report truthfully to the citizens, he picked up his oak staff and hurried out the door.

After a terrible scream, several faces appeared outside the window of the wooden house, as if they were holding each other back and watching the reporter girl who came from outside the school.

St. Herte is the top magical academy in the entire empire, and even in the entire world.

It is filled with an atmosphere of discussion of magical knowledge and skills, and has given birth to one great magician after another, and even a sage.

This was Malacombe's guess before entering the school, so she was also excited to come here to meet the magical genius and many professors, and to interview Rogers, a strange man with many good names and notories.

As expected, everything should have been the way it should have been.

She first went to Moloster Academy, which had the largest number of students, but when she entered the hall of its first-year dormitory, any student she asked about her opinion of Rogers would cause panic in the interviewees, and some people even warned her that calling Rogers by his name would be cursed.

When she questioned a brown-haired teenager, he heard Rogers' name and began to laugh and self-harm with the Wind Blade spell, which was suppressed by many of his classmates.

Malacombe remembered that each of St. Hertes' houses had their own characteristics, and he thought that the geniuses of Moloster College might be a little neurotic, so he chose to go to the noblest Augustus Academy again.

However, before she could enter the dormitory, she was stopped by a teenager, who kept chanting at her the wisdom and greatness of Rogers, and handed her a flyer with quotations from Proverbs.

finally got rid of the other party's gradually crazy entanglement, and met the third prince who returned from the cafeteria, but when she just wanted to interview the highness for his opinion on Rutgers, she was asked gloomily "Do you like it?"

Before she could continue to ask why she had to answer so inexplicably, the followers around the Third Prince kicked her out of the quarters of the Augustus, and were told that the Third Prince did not like to be questioned.

Eventually, Professor Idrul rode the green light in front of her and forcibly brought her here.

"St. Herte is the ideal ...... for magicians," Malacombe muttered to himself, looking at the many faces outside the window.

She felt that she had always had some kind of misunderstanding about magicians.

"Maybe it's because newspapers and periodicals may be included in the literature......

Rogers shrugged to himself, then walked out the door, and the dean told the professors that Malacombe should go for an interview later, and then let them leave.

Closing the door again, he sat down beside Malacombe, raised his hand and slightly touched his monocle and said:

"The professors are gone, and they probably won't be paying attention to it anymore."

With that, Rogus glanced sideways at Alina, and when he saw the other man nod slightly, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Malacombe's neck, clasping the position of his throat.

Malacom's breathing became rapid and short, his eyes were deeply confused and incredulous, his face slowly turned pale, and his lips were losing their blood color due to lack of oxygen.

She raised her hand and grabbed Rogers' arm, trying to get up and flee, but she was pressed in place by the pain in her throat, and she had to do some useless struggles, and her face showed a pleading expression.

[Inform! The upside-down spirit of the Discord Abyss cast a stealthy gaze here. 】

[Inform! The gods of the bottomless pit cast a secret gaze upon you. 】

[The upside-down demon spirit of the Discord Abyss has lost its gaze. 】

"What's the matter with you kid? In order to avoid the attention of those terrible professors, I didn't show the slightest bit of unusualness. ”

Malacombe looked at Rogess's unchanged gaze, her originally weak expression quickly regained, and she reached out to remove the heavy frame of her glasses, revealing an interested smile.

Rogers slowly withdrew his hand, thinking that there might be a chance to send him into the bottomless pit, but unfortunately, as in the setting, facing a crisis will force the other party's hidden personality to wake up.

It's a pity that on campus, there is no way to easily use the lethal spell, otherwise it is likely to immediately attract the attention of professors and even vice presidents.

Malacombe, the one watched by the upside-down spirits of the Discord Abyss, is one of the secret followers of the First Prince.

However, these are all her second personality, and in the first person, she still considers herself to be only a travelogue writer, a troubadour, and a journalist.

"It's a nuisance." Malacombe leaned back in her chair, her feet folded on the table, her expression far more wild than before, she reached out and pulled two items from the cross-body cloth bag and threw them to Rogers:

"Well, this is the letter that the First Prince ordered me to bring to you before I came to St. Herte, and a small clock that the Prince had made with the master craftsmen."

Can this guy only feel the blessing and not the gaze of the gods?

Rogers took the things and put them on the table, and after a little hesitation, he asked out loud: "The first prince should have instructed you not to expose your hidden personality at will, even if you have to expose it, you shouldn't have too obvious a relationship with him, right?" ”

Malacombe was slightly stunned when he heard this, looked at Rogers with a little surprise, and then laughed and said, "Sure enough, he is worthy of being the person he values, how do you know this?" ”

But then her face changed, and she looked at Rogers viciously: "Are you lying to me? Although you are quite handsome, the end of the person who plays Miss Ben is not very good. ”

When trying to strangle the other person, the other party doesn't care, but will he be angry about this kind of thing?

Rogers stares down at the personal imprint on the letter, slightly surprised by Malacombe's personality that is not revealed in the plot.

The other party is a person who is born with a strong sense of spirit, and unlike Alice's bonus, the other party has an incomparably strong keen sense of smell for crises all the time, so it is difficult for the [Liqi Bonus] to launch it successfully.

But equally, this talent is also very threatening, especially when she is in the opposite camp.

Moreover, without the knowledge of the first prince, the other party did a lot of inhumane acts in order to help the first prince successfully complete some matters.

It wasn't until later that he was discovered by the first prince, and Rogers only felt that he would most likely be entangled by this mad dog in the future, after all, the other party was someone who even the saint dared to try to kill.

Judging from the fact that Alina didn't intervene just now, even Alina's physique alone estimated that she couldn't suppress the other party.

And the other party's attack on himself has no idea of using spells or physical skills to fight back, so there is no way to attract the professor's intervention.

But that's fine, after all, there is still a place to use this guy in the future, there is no need to deal with it in a hurry, Rogers thought.

"Boy, do you have an idea for me?" Malacombe slowly lowered his feet and grinned:

"I want to ravage you, too, but not because of your malice towards me, but because of your unrepentant disposition for teasing me, and the arrogance of not being grateful for the prince's gift, and not immediately respectfully opening the letter to check its contents.

"I will wait for you outside St. Herte, so that you may remember the kindness of the prince."

As soon as she finished speaking, Malacom's pupils dilated, and her gaze seemed to be unable to focus, and she raised her hand to fumble for the heavy glasses on the table, and hurriedly put them back on.

Rogers sighed imperceptibly when he saw this, thinking that it was no wonder that the bottomless pit would be so disgusted with the Abyss of Discord, this kind of mess was indeed troublesome.

"I'm so sorry, I sometimes forget what I was doing, and I didn't expect to have a seizure at this point." When Malacombe saw the letters and the small clock on the table, he hurriedly got up and apologized, adding that the First Prince had ordered her to take them with her before she came to the school.

"Don't worry, just sit down and continue the interview." Rogers smiled and stretched out his hand to please, and replied softly.

Malacomb looked at Rogers' elegant and proper demeanor, and the confidence and gentleness on his countenance, his heart beat much faster unconsciously, and his cheeks were slightly hot.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Rogers's words were full of concern, and he spoke very thoughtfully.

"No, no, let's get started." Malacombe hurriedly sat down again, trying to stabilize his emotions and ask the prepared questions one by one.

It's nothing more than Rutgers' vision for the future of linguistics and gear structure development, as well as his feelings about his own achievements.

As she answered, Malacomb grew to admire Rogess's humility and erudition, and at the same time, unspeakable emotions grew in her heart.

After a while, she asked all the questions without stopping, and continued to interview Rogers' hobbies and daily life.

"Miss Reporter, we still have a lot of important things to do, can you wait and come back later?" Alinor interrupted with a frown.

"I'm sorry." Malacom's cheeks flushed when he heard this, and he quickly stood up and bowed in thanks, and then said his goodbye very quickly, and hurried out of the cabin.

Rogers watched Malacombe's departure, picked up the envelope and slowly tore the edges, pulled out the letter paper and asked, "See?" ”

He went to pinch Malacombe's neck, just thinking about whether Alina's prediction would show a different fate because of the other party's personality changes, and he would suddenly make a move after seeing Alina's nod.

"Because of you, I can't see it clearly." Alina rubbed Rufia's head with a blank look on her face beside her, and replied casually.

Rogers bowed slightly, Alina said that he knew everything he should know, and then his eyes fell on the letter, the content was basically praise and wooing him, and the small clock, or more like a pocket watch, was a gift from the first prince.

"Waiting for me in the South? Did Pasima tell him......"

Just as he pinched his chin and pondered the intentions of the First Prince, Alina suddenly said goodbye and walked out of the cabin.

"I guess Alice was interviewed." Rogers chuckled as he watched Rufia grow more and more dazed.

"Oh, that's fine." Rufia's face was abrupt, she hesitated a little, but still asked, "That strange guy just now, will it cause trouble?" ”

"Who knows? I can't be sure. Rogers shook his head slightly, looking at the round pocket watch on the table.

It wasn't exactly gears inside, but it was also driven by a faint glow of magic, the sound of which was mostly drowned out by the thud of smashing into the magic book.

"Then she'll be tortured and crazy by you, right?" Rufia's eyes lit up, and she guessed with certainty.

Before Rogers could correct Rufia's inexplicable thoughts, a quest prompt popped up in front of his eyes.

[Inform! The quest "Clean Up the Filth" has been released. 】

[Name:Removal of filth]

【Publisher:Gods of the Bottomless Pit】

[Contents: When you travel to the South, please help the devout believers to sacrifice the creations of the evil people of the Discord Abyss to the great bottomless pit.] 】

【Reward: Groundbreaking Ceremony of the Silver Person】

[Punishment: None]

[Note: The gods of the bottomless pit expect you to complete a wonderful sacrifice.] 】

【Please select whether or not to accept it】

(End of chapter)