The battle between Alice and Alina continued, and the magic of the two of them seemed to be endless, and the blazing light and fierce white flames collided with each other, and the battle destroyed the stall in front of Scallo's big market.

This made Rogers wonder if he could have done this without the blessing of the Magic Book and with his own bloodline talent alone.

The light of the sky in the trial illusion gradually darkened, and everything was shrouded in a layer of mist, and everything seemed slender and ethereal.

Rogers saw Rufia's figure beside him become more and more hazy, until the faint silhouette disappeared completely.

[The Gate of St. Herte is trying to probe and obscure some of your memories, and the Ignorance Bonus is passively triggered, and you will not be affected by this effect.] 】

"Are you going to start the next round of Illusion?"

Rogers pinched his chin and waited for the scene to change, but gradually, he found that there was no reaction except for a thick mist drifting back and forth, and the magic was gone, as if the Gate of St. Helte had been abandoned.

Immediately afterward, several hazy figures floated in front of him, their colors and details so numerous that it was difficult to discern their colors and details.

Only a few figures can be roughly discerned, all of them wearing various robes, and occasionally some with limp peaked wizard hats.

"This kid is a little special, it's hard to evaluate......"

A hoarse, gentle voice sounded, as if looking at Rogers.

"How many years have I been in the ground? The starry sky is hard to see, and the fate is unclear, but there are many interesting things in this world. ”

"The grass under our feet has gone through more than 900 years of replacement, and the two of us have lost a lot of time."

"The little guy in Hilmy's house? looks good, only a little worse than the old man back then. ”

“……”

Rogers listened to the small talk and comments of the figures, raised his hand to his chest respectfully, and made a standard student salute to the sages of St. Herthe.

"Child, if you can wake up a few of us, it means that you not only have qualifications, but you have also done the deeds of sages in the past.

"You don't want to continue the trial, and we won't force it, tell me, what do you want?

"I'm not too stingy with this old man, as long as it's not excessive, and what I can give, I will satisfy you."

The figure that spoke first slowly floated in front of Rogers, who had his hands behind his back and asked a kind question.

Rogers saluted again and thanked him, and then fell into deep thought.

Before the final battle of the big boss, Alice also saw the afterimages of several sages at the gate of St. Herthe, but she only gained a lot of teachings and did not get any substantive items.

What he wanted most was to pry the scraps from the door, but that didn't seem to be a good request.

He had already obtained the most valuable enlightenment gift from the Gate of St. Herte, and the other party's sudden question was probably also part of the trial.

"I'm a greedy guy and have a lot of things I want from you.

"I hope that the Holy Maiden can also get the Enlightenment Bonus, so that her future journey will be a little easier; I also hope that the partners who have just tried with me in a fantasy world can get the best and most suitable foundation laying ceremony for them. ”

After a moment of thought, Rogus said slowly.

The foundation laying ceremony is not a prerequisite for advancing to Silver, but it can greatly increase the upper limit of the promotion.

When he returned home for the summer vacation, he and Alkan couldn't find an agent, but he could install some helpers.

Orthodox nobles like their own family have not been able to master their own foundation laying ceremony, and it is certainly even more impossible for a wandering people like the Santans.

Therefore, every additional bronze helper who has undergone the groundbreaking ceremony in the riding bucket is equivalent to one more winner.

"We're not going to snoop into illusions built from the memories of the Trialists, so you'll need to give me their names."

The old man chuckled, and behind his words it was clear that he was willing to meet these demands.

When Rogers uttered the names one by one, the figures did not dissipate, but told him to open the Magic Book.

"You little guy is really slippery, but the old man doesn't hate it, this is some of the old man's early research codex, I hope it can help you."

The sage in the form of Quarrogus walked to his side, raised his hand and sent a stream of light into the magic book.

Several figures did the same, and when the last one was granted, their figures slowly re-disappeared into the fog.

The outline of the large, majestic door appeared before Rogers' eyes, and he held the magic book in his hand, looked at the many ancient words circulating on the page, and snapped it shut with satisfaction.

The mentor in charge of the trial also noticed that Rogus had withdrawn, and after hearing that he had completed the trial and had received the favor of the sages of the past, the mentor was silent for a moment and sent him back to the dormitory of the Hilmi Academy.

The sunlight faded into the sky, giving the stars and the moon a chance to appear, and the star-covered black curtain was dotted with countless flickering flickering flickering flickers.

At night, he was the only one in Rutgers's cabin, and Alina and Rufia had not yet returned, and after their trials, they went straight to the groundbreaking ceremony.

Rogers sat at his desk in the living room, flipped through the magic book for a moment, and set it aside with some headache.

In the past two semesters of study, he has only mastered the Qulendora language superficially, so it is estimated that it will take a while for a while before he can read it smoothly.

After a little washing, he went back to his bedroom and went to bed for a rare restful night's sleep.

It's just that the daily noise and figure are missing, which makes him occasionally feel a little unaccustomed to it.

Following.

When Rogers woke up and received a letter from Alkan, he sat down at the living room table and opened the envelope, only to find that the words coming from the letter were much more intense than ever.

For example, Arkan promised to suppress his strength to the bronze level to mount a fight, ridiculed Rogus's bad reputation known to everyone in the outside world, and finally even insulted Rogus for his cowardice to ruin the glory of the family and St. Herthe.

"Radical Method? How much you want to fight me......"

He scratched his head, and became more and more confused about Alkan's intentions, and after a little thought, he spread out the paper, and felt that according to etiquette, he should reply to the last letter anyway.

Immediately, he took "Mom" as the center, "Eighteen Generations of Ancestors" as the radius, a certain organ as the main weapon, and obscenity as the main skill, and made an all-round three-dimensional radiation polite greeting to Alkan.

"Nomads seem to attach great importance to ancestor worship, and I hope that the young patriarch of Arkan can feel a strong sincerity from my beautiful writing."

After appreciating the literary brilliance of his previous life after the trial of the Internet, he took out the envelope and wrapped the paper, and finally pressed the fire paint, ready to go to Professor Idrull to help send it, and by the way, he took some things from the professor that he could use after the holidays.

Rogers walked out of the cabin, took out the academy badge, and injected a little magic into it, and before long, an emerald green light enveloped him directly.

When his vision returned to clarity, he heard the cries of many animals, including the melodious and low cry of a deer, the increasingly fierce howl of a wolf, the sharp and cheerful cry of a fox, and the roar of a lion that seemed to be venting......

These creatures are carrying out their most primitive activities in a dense and green jungle, dappled with light and shadow cast by the sun through the dense foliage.

A unicorn wolf with fiery red fur is now connected to a huge Rafflesia, which has been swept into the soil with the unicorn wolf's movements, but it is still moving in a strange squatting posture.

There is also a gray deer with huge horns attacking the trunk of a small tree beside it, and a white lion pressing a large black mushroom......

Rogus walked silently to a large tree that more than a dozen people couldn't hug, and on top of it was the treehouse where Idrul lived.

The current Idrul stood at a large table under a tree, fiddling with an emerald stalk that had been cut out of nowhere, trying to graft it onto a large Devouring mushroom.

[Inform! The Lord of the Feast cast a bewildered gaze at the place. 】

"Does the Vice Chancellor know what's going on here?" Rogus walked over to Idrul and couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Idrul's palms trembled slightly, and instead of directly answering Rogers's question, he pointed to the demon devouring mushroom in the earthen pot, and said very proudly: "Look! The old man didn't use magic to help, and he succeeded in combining them! ”

"Professor Idrul is so powerful, you are worthy of being the most powerful archmage in St. Herte except for the headmaster.

"I need a lot of food and fruit that looks normal, but can cause long-term diarrhea and vomiting in the person who eats it, preferably the kind that can't be detected by either magic or magic."

Rogers praised in a flat tone, and then made his own request.

"Give the old man a month." Idrulmo rubbed his beard and stared at the results of his grafting with great satisfaction.

"Can you please do it before the summer vacation? There is an emergency. Rogers said sincerely.

"Okay." Idrul groaned for a moment, and slowly bowed his head reluctantly: "Every time you kid takes the initiative to find the old man, he will only ask for things, and when you write your memoirs in the future, don't forget to mention more of the old man's help to you." ”

"I will remember your kindness to me." Rogers bowed solemnly, his eyes glancing at the chaotic scene behind him, but he didn't say much, but asked for help in sending the letter at the end.

……

When Rogus was sent back to his cabin by Idrull, he found that Alina and Rufia were already nestled on the couch, and instead of continuing to get angry at him, Alina squinted at him and thanked him.

In the days that followed, Rogers was much quieter when facing Alina, and he knew the difference in rank between the two of them, and his behavior became much more serious.

The sun hanging high in the clear blue sky grows brighter with the passage of time, and the breath of the sun becomes hotter.

St. Helte had a busy time, with the first-year students attending the seniors' graduation ceremonies, the graduation ceremonies, and the various presentations of the mentors......

With the ubiquitous chirping of cicadas, Rogers and Alina, guided by Hans, returned to the Breed through the teleportation array.

Before stepping into the carriage home, Rogers listened to Hans's account of the many changes in the outside world and the harassment of his people by Alkan himself, and asked the goddess of the Santa clan to meet him before the cavalry began.

Rogus reacted merely, but Alina, who was beside him, slowly sank his face.

The old rules...... or2

(End of chapter)