The sound of dripping rain pounding on the high, narrow window lattices of the classrooms was fading away.

Rogers' hands folded over the handles of his cane, silently watching the students' state, waiting for the noise to be completely calmed down.

"You are fortunate that you have come to St. Herthe; But you are also unfortunate, because the guy who taught you your first magical initiation class in St. Helte was me, a new instructor with little teaching experience who was pushed up by the class leader.

"It's the first time for us, but I want to work hard and I hope everyone can work hard to cooperate."

His warm voice enveloped the room like a breeze, and he used a little magic to make his words clear to each student's ears.

"Before I start the course, I would like to tell you one more thing, that is, there is a big difference between knowing a certain concept and understanding a certain concept.

"Laziness is our root nature, and it can even invade our minds to trick us into not going to keep getting tired. It makes us satisfied just because we know, and prevents us from making knowledge clearer.

But there is a small way to help us realize whether we are lazy or not, and that is that we have only learned it when we can teach it to others.

"So while I teach, I'm also testing myself and forcing myself to re-learn.

"You can criticize and question me at any time, and if anyone can find my mistakes, then I will teach them a magical skill that I built last semester.

"As long as the mana is sufficient and the composition is stable, it can absorb attacks of any attribute, and if it is proficient, it can also use the absorbed mana and even spells for its own use......"

Rogers first gave a brief explanation of Feynman's old teachings, then raised his left hand and threw a magic ribbon into the air, turning it into a giant Möbius ring suspended above everyone's heads.

He slowly talked about how the spell could be practiced in bronze and what kind of overwhelming advantage it could bring during spell duels.

Since his real name was symbolized, a magical feat like the Möbius Ring could not be used to injure Rogus himself.

But he can at any time deprive a person of the right to use the skill, and he can also enhance the proficiency of the person in using the skill.

The little sword saint's hatred for Calamity is impossible to erase, and that little dragonborn girl, because of her own particularity, she fears her own bloodline while holding a distorted attitude of extreme resentment against Calamity.

It would be great if they, and more, could spend their time and energy practicing the magic they had created as a nirvana at the bottom of the box.

Rogers looked at the longing in the students' eyes, and a gentle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

It dawned on him that he might be able to develop more magical skills to pass on to these lovely students, and if possible, perhaps try to create a new occult language.

Anyway, there is Alina, a trial-and-error Ji with [Foreknowledge Bonus], so it would be nice to ask her to help me at that time......

"When we think of magic, the first thing that comes to mind is a spell, and what makes up a spell is the language of the occult.

"Before I give you a brief introduction to a language that must be learned, such as Landona, I want you to know that language is not only a tool for communication, but also an expression of culture and way of thinking.

"Some languages will focus on the tense of things, while others will be more inclined to describe the state, nature or relationship of things, which will directly affect your judgment of facts, so learning language is also to broaden the boundaries of your thinking, so that you can see the world more expansive and complex......

"Be careful, I'm just letting you know these words, not asking you to figure it out right now. Just bury it like a seed in your mind, and it will blossom as you learn......"

Later, after the magic ribbon drifted away, Rogers did not talk about the more abstract things, but honestly began to teach the occult language at the beginning of "The Fundamentals of Magic".

However, in the process, he is less like a lecturer who simply imparts knowledge, but more like a storyteller, constantly mixing rich events and interesting cases into his lectures.

In addition, he would occasionally project fragments of the Sage's Codex in the Magic Book with magical power, so that the students could transcribe it a little, so that they could combine it with what they were talking about at the moment and ponder it slowly later.

As time passed, the rain stopped and the sky grew brighter.

[Inform! You have triggered the Enlightenment Bonus Evolutionary Opportunity, and its progress is difficult to visualize, so it is impossible to show the specific progress. 】

The sunlight after the rain shines through the dense clouds and through the window lattices of the classrooms, filling with a golden glow.

The light is refracted by the glass and jumps in the air, casting dappled light and shadow, bringing a soft atmosphere to the whole classroom.

Rogers raised his hand and nudged his monocle as he informed the students that it was time for their lunch break.

He sat in the chair behind the podium, his elbows resting on the edge of the lectern, his fingertips pressed to his temples, wondering why the box had popped up at this point.

If this can be regarded as an opportunity now, isn't the previous linguistics and gear structure more prominent than now?

Could it be that [Enlightenment Bonus] will also be divided into the difference between "informing" and "enlightening", just like the difference between "knowing" and "understanding".

Thinking about it this way, it is true that my former self has always been simply explaining and informing others, even if I ask questions, it is always with a strong purpose and utilitarian guidance, rather than trying to really teach and inspire.

[Enlightenment Bonus] is worthy of being a gift from a sage, this is rushing to teach everyone with his heart......

Rogers leaned back in his chair and let out a tired sigh.

During the lunch break, Princess Elias came to him and asked him why he didn't go to the cafeteria, whether it was because he didn't want to treat his classmates in his spare time, and because he was afraid of being treated differently during recess.

This was a nuisance to Rogers, who had already guessed that Elias was probably the ordinary-looking maid, and that was the only way to explain the unusual behavior.

He felt that although the personality differences between the emperor's heirs were quite large, they all had one extremely obvious thing in common - arrogance.

However, it also had a slight bonus, as some of the first-year students would be emboldened to greet Rogus instead of avoiding him like second-year students.

That's a good sign, Rogers thought silently.

At noon, he took out a few apples from the magic book to satisfy his hunger, and in the afternoon, after he had almost completed the scheduled teaching task, he used his magic to sketch out a few choices, fill-in-the-blanks, and quizzes over the classroom, which he used as a quiz for the students to complete in class.

Rogers got up from his chair with his cane, stepped off the podium, and slowly moved forward along the innermost hallway of the classroom near the window lattice.

When he walked to the first row, Miara, the little priest sitting by the window, frowned and stared at him closely.

[Miara has launched the Exploration Divine Technique on you, and the Ignorance Bonus is passively triggered, and the Detection Divine Skill judgment is invalid, and the activation is suspended.] 】

Rogers looked down at the child condescendingly, and suddenly remembered the second prince's violent reaction when he saw the succubus in the library, so he waved his hand to summon the magic guide book, and took out the "Succubus Research: Their One Hundred Secret Secrets" from the magic guide book, and specially turned out the page with the vivid illustrated book, and held it in front of Miara with one hand.

"What a blasphemy! Get out of the way! My eyes are going to get dirty! ”

The first moment Miara saw the picture, her eyes closed instantly, her cheeks flushed, and her face was full of shame, she could never have imagined that she would suffer such a thing.

"Don't you like to watch it? If you dare to explore again, you will be able to see enough at one time. ”

The corners of Rogers' mouth twitched slightly, he had set up a barrier of sound insulation and obstruction of vision before taking out the "Succubus Research", and only after everything was put away again and the magic book had melted back into the void did he withdraw his magic power, and he didn't care about Miyala, who kept rubbing his eyes, and continued to climb the stairs.

Until the last row, he looked at the little girl with her long messy scarlet hair, who was deserted and deserted.

In such a remote position, no one would sit in the first place, and in Rogth's grade, he, Alina, and Rufia would be crowded in the corner of the back row.

"Viredeja, that's the right name, isn't it?" Rogers raised his hand and gently touched the frame, asking softly.

Veredia didn't reply, staring at the light and shadow of the golden pendant on Rogers' monocle, swaying slightly on the paper in front of her.

The powerful spiritual sense brought by the bloodline kept telling her that the man next to her was dangerous!

Unlike the majesty displayed by those professors due to their great strength, the aura emanating from this lecturer only made her feel pure palpitations and a desire to escape.

She lifted her hand wrapped in a strip of gray linen and pressed down her messy hair, her posture with a tendency to curl up the whole person.

"I ...... I have a ...... of answering questions seriously."

A timid and soft voice squeezed out of Valedya's mouth, and there was a sense of expecting Rogers to leave quickly.

"I have no ill intentions, and I know your bloodline." Rogers raised a noise barrier and continued to speak patiently.

In addition to symbolizing power, the dragon also has the image of doing things its own way, doing whatever it wants, and being moody.

Most of the dragonborns who have inherited the dragon blood have also inherited these perceptions as a matter of course.

Among the dragonborn, such as Veredya, who appears as a human, is more feared and hated by the world.

Since their birth, they have been called calamities, just because occasionally some of them will cause irreparable disasters because they cannot control the power of their bloodlines.

But neither the Empire nor the Pantheon have any special restrictive provisions for these existences.

Because the higher-ups all understand that the existence of a kind of Viledya itself will not cause any disaster, those people whose bloodlines are rampant are basically strong people above the silver high rank, and the existence of this level will be recorded, so there is no need to deal with the weak humanoid dragonborn.

But at the same time, citizens don't know how to screen at all, or they don't have the ability to do so.

The dragon pupil in Viledya's left eye is a symbol of calamity, an existence that must be defeated.

She was adopted and sheltered by a kind grandmother since she was a child, and has been hiding in her grandmother's house.

Every time I can't help but go out out because of curiosity, I will be beaten and even put my life in danger from the villagers, if it weren't for the fact that the old grandmother still has some prestige in the village, she may not be able to help her survive until now.

"When I first came to St. Herte, just by seeing my face, a group of classmates were going to come around and beat me.

"I have seen a lot of discrimination, difficulties, verbal insults, and mental bullying since then, and I have never stopped until this time.

"There are also many people in the outside world who say that I am the demon king of the troubled world, and there are countless big people who want to get rid of me quickly......"

Rogers sighed as he took out a green apple from the sleeve pocket of his uniform trench coat and gently placed it on the table in front of Veredya:

"This is the fruit that Professor Idrul has carefully cultivated, which I have specially left from last semester, and for some reason I am afraid to take the fruit he grows anymore, and this apple is one less to eat.

"If you have any difficulties, you can come to me at any time, don't rush to do it if you find it difficult, and don't be ashamed to ask ......"

He knew that it was impossible for Viledya to keep up with the progress of ordinary people's courses, because the vocabulary that the other party knew was limited to daily use, let alone use it as a basis to learn the language of the occult.

If it develops normally, sooner or later, the identity of the other party will be revealed, and then because of the combination of blood, loneliness and poor grades, some obvious plots will also happen.

Little Sword Saint will stop a few bullies halfway, which makes Valedya kindle hope a few times, but because of Little Sword Master's hatred for calamity, the relationship between the two is extremely awkward.

Viredeya's end is also very routine, and in the process of igniting and shattering hopes again and again, she completely bursts out because she can't suppress her emotions.

The rampaging Veredya is quite difficult to fight, not only a numerical monster, but also a mechanical monster, and Rogth thinks that it would be nice if he could nip it in the bud.

"We are all fooled by fate, so I can empathize with you to some extent, and I want to talk to you more......"

Viredya listened to the silver-haired boy's words of concern in a daze, and she didn't know that under the cover of her messy hair, the golden vertical pupil in her left eye was already faintly revealed.

Her spiritual sense was telling her that the other party really took pity on her and really wanted to help her.

Even for some reason she couldn't know, she couldn't instinctively sense whether Rogers had good intentions or bad intentions toward her.

But the sincere look on that handsome face should not be deceiving.

Tears crept down her eyes, then slid down the corners of her eyes, caressing her complicated cheeks.

Then she stroked her face with both hands, trying to wipe away the dripping tears, but the more the crystal tears were wiped, the more they were wiped, the more turbulent they became.

Rogers looked at the other party's state and shook his head slightly and sighed, he didn't think that a few words of appeasement could open the heart of this kind of person who had closed his heart for a long time, anyway, the days were still long, just take your time in the future.

As soon as he turned around to return to the podium, Viledia slammed into his arms, causing him to stumble involuntarily, and if he hadn't been able to lean back against the window, he would have been thrown to the ground.

Violent cries suddenly resounded throughout the classroom, and Rogers held on to his cane in one hand as he comforted Valedia.

The dragon's roar has a penetrating attribute, and Rogers didn't expect the other party to be able to awaken, and he also regretted that he was still too casual when he arranged the noise barrier, and it would be nice to consolidate it again.

"Ah, the first class made a student cry, I hope there won't be any strange rumors......

He glanced at the strange gazes cast by the students in the class, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

(End of chapter)