White clouds floated like cotton in the clear blue sky, the sun was warm and hot, and the grass was illuminated with a vibrant hue.

In the backyard of the villa, the attendants built an awning out of wooden poles and canvas, and a long table was placed under the canopy.

Rufia, who hurried to the green valley because she was worried about Rutgers, was pressed to the long table by Alina after figuring out that Rogus was not really incapacitated, and learned a lot about the second half of her second year.

Alice sat not far from the two of them, flipping through the study materials that the Vice Chancellor had compiled for her, as well as the notes Rutgers had given her on the linguistics of charms.

Rogers himself walked slowly around the backyard with a cane on his own, gradually getting used to walking with a cane.

In addition to walking with a cane, he also carried a piece of paper in his other hand, on which many things happened in and off the table in the East, which was a "newspaper" that the Earl of Breed had specially prepared for his son.

After being unable to withstand the pressure from many sides, the Santan tribe finally chose to deliver five hundred bronze-rank soldiers in exchange for the young patriarch Arkan.

The above is a reasonable and expected development, and after a little sweeping, Rogers looked at the more interesting things that he had participated in designing.

In order to cope with the expanding and bursting market, Earl Bred made a special initiative to unite the lords of the East to form a new institution, the Central Bank of the East.

In order to make the bank more formal, lest the public mistakenly think that this was some new aristocratic game, Earl Breed and Earl Derwin took the lead in organizing all the lords in the East who held the coinage power, and established the "Provisional Council of the Eastern Unified Association Minting Coinage".

In order to cater to the monetary reform, Earl Bred led the entire eastern border to abolish the law of imposing a certain percentage of taxes in kind on seaports, roads, and bridges, and instead invented the concept of eastern customs duties, and then established the "Eastern Import and Export Supervision and Administration Council".

In order to entertain those, because I heard that the eastern border was collecting coinage, organizing the unification of finances, and establishing customs, groups of parliamentarians and envoys came from the imperial capital.

Earl Braide generously announced that he would set aside an area in Braid's territory to build an "embassy" to house visitors to the imperial capital.

At the same time, Count Brad also responded to the Emperor's call to forgive Count DeMonte for cursing Rogus and pushing him to Sleepless.

In order to prove to the Emperor the sincerity of the Breed family, the Earl joined forces with many eastern lords to make a large-scale investment in the Drade Realm, and also planned an industrial area for it.

Just to ensure that the interests of the lords can be protected, the eastern border organized a "merchant corps" to station, in order to protect the industrial area in the territory of Demont from destruction, which is also very reasonable.

It is rumored that His Majesty the Emperor, who was far away in the imperial capital, stood up from his throne happily after hearing what had happened in the eastern realm, and his face was flushed with excitement from the vigorous development of the eastern realm, and he pointed to the councilors in the palace hall and praised the lords of the eastern realm for a whole afternoon.

If it weren't for the strong persuasion of several councillors and ministers, His Majesty the Emperor might have personally led the Royal Knights and the Royal Guards to visit and study in the East and commend the East Lords.

"His Majesty the Emperor's heart is really broad-minded......"

Rogers looked at the contents of the paper and couldn't help but let out a sigh that seemed to be holding back a laugh.

Rustle –

While reading, there was a sudden sound of something crushing over the grass in front of him, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw that it was the Shadow Demon rolling around on the lawn with a straw pole in his mouth.

Rogers frowned slightly, and was about to get around the other party, but the Shadow Demon suddenly jumped up, and it followed the example of Rogus's cane and slowly circled around Rogus, occasionally adding a few exaggerated movements of pinching his chin or holding his glasses.

Smack-

The cane turned into a pitch-black afterimage, and instantly slapped the shadow demon's ass.

"Ahh It hurts! Alice! Woowoo...... Rutgers hit me! ”

Shadow Demon's eyes moistened, his hands clutched his ass, his calves swayed faster and he ran under the awning, his mouth crying and slurring a complaint against Rogers.

Alice didn't ask for an explanation for the Shadow Demon, but reluctantly let the other party throw herself into her arms, reaching out to wipe the tears from the other party's face.

According to the normal timeline, the Holy Maiden should have been busy in the south at this time, dealing with the curse of Eunice and the minor plague of the Benedictine Pendiche.

Rogers looked back at the scene under the awning, his eyes reflected in the sun, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a faint smile flowed out.

Time flies, and for more than a month during the summer vacation, Rogers spends most of his time in the villa.

During this period, the first prince wanted to come to see him many times, or invite him to the imperial capital, but he refused mercilessly.

Towards the end of the holiday, Alice returned to St. Helte early, and she didn't know what urgency the vice-principal had summoned her.

……

As dusk fell, the orange glow pierced through the sparse clouds, turning the sky golden.

The villa is a juggling of light and shadow, with Rogers sitting alone on the grass in the backyard, a large parchment roll spread between his legs.

The dull sheepskin was covered with subtle wrinkles and mottled blemishes, but the only word in the middle was unusually clear - to give everything to Rogers Breed.

And around this phrase, there are blood-colored thumb prints.

The sixty-six fingerprints that were tightly packed around the words were from the cultists, and the remaining 600 fingerprints scattered around were from the Santans.

Rogers took out three small glasses from the floating magic book, each containing salt-sulfur-mercury, symbolizing body, spirit, and soul.

He placed three vials in front of him in a triangular position.

Then he muttered a slurred, blasphemous sentence.

The gist of it is nothing more than to praise the bottomless pit, so that the other party can bring down the promised gift.

The shadows around him faded as he murmured, and the light faded into obscurity.

"In the name of Rogers Breed."

Seeing that the time was almost right, Rogers tossed the parchment roll between the three vials.

Bang –

Without warning, a purple flame rose from the sheepskin, twisting and furious, as if it had a life force of its own, jumping and dancing in the air, making a slight crackling sound.

The bloody fingerprints on the parchment scroll were licked by the dancing tongues of fire one by one, and began to fade away, and a few wisps of smoke swirled around the parchment scroll.

The wails and screams of non-existence reverberated in the smoke, like the pain and grief of the victims, destroying the silence and blurring the boundaries between the present and the unsearchable.

Immediately afterward, the tongue of fire extended further, enveloping all three vials.

When Rogers saw this, his eyes narrowed, and he carefully observed the state of the vial.

Of the three bottles, the other two are not a good thing, except for the salt.

As time passed, fortunately, there were no accidents, and the flames surrounded and formed a strange circle of three rings nested with each other, and countless twisted characters rose and fell in them.

"Huh? It's over? ”

Rogers stared at the rapidly disappearing flames, the contents of the three vials were now gone, and the parchment rolls were now charred black, and the breeze blew, bringing up a cloud of broken and scattered ashes.

Although the older the ritual, the more simple it is, but this does not make me feel anything except sloppiness, and when the St. Herte Great Hall drinks the 'Fountain of Wisdom' to raise bronze, the feedback from the body is very strong.

As he pondered whether he had been trapped, a strong resonance suddenly emerged from his heart, as if a wonderful power was connecting his body, spirit and soul.

At this moment, he heard a sound, a real and familiar sound, as if coming from a distant memory, sweeping through every corner of his mind.

Emotions stirred deep in his heart, bringing a long-lost touch, and he suddenly felt a name, which was called "Rutgers", his real name.

Rogers ran his hand over his chest, and he could feel an indescribable power spreading from there.

"In the name of Rutgers."

After whispering, he spread out his palms, and a circle of Mobius ring-shaped magic ribbons appeared in an instant.

"My name, with a occult symbol?"

In general, the only people who can make their real names get symbolic bonuses, except for gods and demigods, are those who have achieved great feats.

Rogers' throat rolled, his eyes wide open, staring at the "perfect" Möbius ring.

He had a faint feeling in his heart that all the magical techniques he created could be powered by his real name and increase the power of all aspects of his spells.

This is not a blessing from the world, but an ability that will naturally awaken after the foundation is successfully laid.

The afterglow faded, and the sky began to take on a gray color, leaving only a faint halo of light struggling on the horizon.

Rogers quickly gathered his mood as he tossed three empty bottles into the Magic Book as he admired the production of the bottomless pit in his heart.

Before he knew it, his strength had increased a lot, and when he used his cane to support his body, it was obviously much easier than some time ago.

It was only with the growth of strength, and the ability to skillfully control this power, that Rogers did not immediately notice the changes in his body.

Before the sunset dissipated completely, Rogus returned to his bedroom in the villa.

Rufia was sitting at her desk with a sad face, as usual, while Alina was lying on the bed, flipping through a book with her hands held high.

"What's the deal with that look on your face?"

As Rogus closed the door, Alina placed the book on the bed and looked sideways at Rogers.

"Oh? What emoji? Rogers reached out and rubbed his face, silently driving the magic to light up the crystal chandelier under the ceiling, and then closing the curtains.

Like an arm! Go with your heart! This wonderful sense of magical control is as enjoyable as Alice's special gift of helping to bless precision manipulation.

Is this the power of the Silver Tier...... He just felt like a kid who had been given a lot of new toys, and he couldn't get enough of it.

"A look of rebellion." Alina stretched her arms slowly, feeling the muscles that awakened with the movement.

Then she got up and slowly got out of bed, flicking her snow-white hair with her fingertips to bring it back to order, while her eyes kept scanning Rogess's demeanor.

"Really?" Rogers stood with his head held high with his cane, his posture full of haughtiness, his eyes flashing with contempt, and a disdainful smile outlined at the corners of his mouth.

The raised chin seemed to signal a defiant signal to Alina, and there was a dismissive tone in response.

"The foundation stone was laid successfully? Awakening and rebelling again? Alina pointed her chin, her curious eyes wandering back and forth on the other side's face.

"Get out of the way." Rogers didn't need to look at the girl in front of him at all, just waved his hand indifferently and ordered in a commanding tone.

Rufia's eyes widened in surprise at this, her mouth slightly open, and her expression revealed an unconcealable shock.

She couldn't help but raise her hand and pinch her cheek, and only after getting an incomparably clear sense of pain did she be sure that she was not dreaming.

The next moment, her whole body seemed to be enveloped by a cold touch, and she unconsciously stepped between Alina and Rogers.

"Isn't it good to be alive? Are you sick? How does your body feel? Rufia looked at Rogers with disbelief and confusion in her eyes, and asked him numbly.

"Feelings? It's like wearing new underwear to welcome the morning of the new year. Rogers craned his neck slightly, speaking casually.

Rufia swallowed silently, and when she saw this, she no longer persuaded her, and reluctantly returned to her desk to continue working on the question at Alina's suggestion.

"Why, do you want to dance too?"

After Rogers saw Alina, whose eyes became more and more cold, grabbed his arm, he immediately released the [Incomplete Tribute], and the power of blessing plus the power of the silver rank, the other party was just a paper tiger.

"Oh? I didn't expect your strength to be small......"

Soon, he sensed a hint of disobedience, and it stands to reason that he should be able to easily pull his arm out of the other party's hand at this moment.

can feel the power from the other party, although it has not reached the point where it can suppress him, and even has a feeling worse than him, but it does have the strength to be able to fight against him at this time.

"Have you had dinner? It's a great night tonight. Rogers' face quickly turned to mildness and friendliness, and he asked the expressionless Alina.

"It's true that your strength is greater than mine, but how long can you last it?" Alina half-closed her eyes, her white palm tightly clamped Rogeth's arm, and said in a cold voice.

"Can I reconcile?" Rogers struggled to put on a sincere gesture and squeeze out a pure and harmless smile, hoping to break down the thick barrier between the two and return to a harmonious relationship.

(End of chapter)