The day after the promotion ceremony, Rogers returned to his cabin.

It was a heavy rain in the early morning, and instead of bringing the steamer-like heat, it lightened the summer heat a little.

It wasn't until after noon that the rain gradually stopped.

There were still traces of haze in the sky, and a few gray clouds were faintly visible, but despite this, the sun was shining through the broken clouds, and the faint light shimmered on the water droplets left on the leaves.

A brilliant rainbow rises across the sky, connecting the sky and the earth with its enchanting and brilliant posture, and the seven colors are intertwined into a perfect arc, like an elegant bowstring, beautifully outlining the entire sky.

Rogers stepped out of his cabin and looked up at the increasingly colorful rainbow light.

Alina and Rufia are in class, and he is about to go to the seventh floor of the spiral tower to find the office of the St. Herthe's Student Council to try to register his own club.

Yesterday he had written to the Third Prince, asking Delik, who had come to visit him, to help pass it on.

The content of the letter was that on the condition that he agreed to the invitation to the spell showdown, could he ask the prince to help him mediate in the student council to help him successfully establish the club.

Unexpectedly, the Third Prince quickly replied to his request, and also used his lack of promotion as an excuse to inform him that there was no need for another duel.

Rogers was baffled by the Third Prince's sudden generosity, and Alina, who had learned the news at the time, commented on it, saying that it was only because the Third Prince was more and more jealous of him.

He didn't understand Alina's assessment very well, but as long as he could achieve his goal, he was not in the mood to delve into these trivialities.

Walking forward with his cane, he began to move towards the direction of the spiral tower.

Before leaving the second-year dormitory, there were many Hilmi students who had just finished their elective classes or were about to go to the Spiral Tower.

The moment they saw Rutgers, they all stopped and threw themselves over their chests.

Rogers couldn't help but think about this, and he noticed that the students were more fearful than ever when they saw him, especially the students who had been promoted to silver, and some of them even trembled slightly when his gaze swept away.

It stands to reason that the rank he is showing at the moment is not as good as silver, and silver has an insurmountable suppression of bronze, under normal circumstances, the courage of the students who have successfully promoted to silver should have become greater, why is it that they are more and more cowardly, and they are more cringed than those of the bronze rank.

"These guys, they're not going to start spreading any rumors again......"

The more Rogers speculated, the more he felt that this was the only possibility that would create the current situation.

In the midst of his thoughts, he had already stepped into the spiral tower and began to climb upward.

Once on the seventh floor, he walked down the arc corridor until he saw a wooden sign on a door that read "Brotherhood and Sorority."

The original student clubs in St. Herte were established in the form of fraternities or sororities, and although the structure of today's clubs has changed a lot over time, the student unions still retain this "wooden card" as a continuation of the tradition.

"I'm Rogus Breed from Year 2 Hillmy Academy, do you have a senior working in it? I am here for matters related to the registration of a society. ”

Rogers knocked on the door with his fingers and shouted in a moderately loud voice.

Squeak –

As soon as the words fell, the door slowly opened, allowing people to see the face behind the door.

The space is a little cramped and cramped, with a quaint desk piled high with loose papers and papers.

The wall next to the desk is covered with pigeon feathers, and next to it is a wooden board on which important meetings and events are recorded in charcoal.

There are also a few simple wooden chairs with cushions of faded fabric, and in the corners of the space, there are all kinds of books and scrolls of unknown use.

The open stone windows let the wind blow in from all directions, disturbing the rich smell of ink and books in the room.

"Ahem, sit, please sit, there's no tea here, no snacks, only me, a guy who can barely help you.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Akavin, fourth year, you should know which house I'm from when you see the costumes."

Sitting behind his desk, Akaven was dressed in the uniform of the Augustusian Academy, his body was emaciated, his face was pale, his eyes showed weakness, and there were deep pockets under his eyes.

He raised his hand to stroke his short, dry, dull brown hair, and weakly invited Rogus to take a seat.

"I'm not here to eat and drink, and I'm very grateful that my seniors can take the time to help me." Rogers sat across from his desk across from Akaven, his cane resting in his chair as the door to his office slowly closed.

He gently touched the monocle he was wearing in his left eye, and found that there was not much information about Akaven in the plot text, and then guessed that the other party's sickly appearance should also be the price of some kind of magic, just like his own inconvenience in walking.

Because if it was just a normal weakness, St. Helte would have cured it a long time ago.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince has told me about your situation, and I will not ask you to submit too cumbersome information, but the necessary understanding and review cannot be ignored." Akaven fumbled for a blank piece of paper from the messy pile of papers on his desk, and he took the quill, and asked in a formulaic tone:

"So, Luo ...... Ahem, junior, tell me, what kind of club do you want to build? ”

"Can you create a club with the theme of returning home?" Rogers asked tentatively, but when he saw Akaven's expression of wanting to speak, he immediately knew that this was probably not possible, and then went on to say seriously:

"He who has reciprocates with mercy and gives to those who are in need; Activities to help people in need are the clubs I want to create. ”

Akavin's eyes wandered when he heard this, as if he had a lot to say in his heart but couldn't speak, hesitation and anxiety intertwined between his eyebrows.

From the many rumors that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, he guessed before Rogers arrived that this junior brother was probably a very strange and difficult guy to deal with, but he didn't expect it to be presented in this way.

He pondered for a moment, and then added Fang Cai's words: "Can you tell us more about the club you want to establish, and what kind of activities will you carry out?" ”

"Ah...... Specific activities. Rogers groped his chin, thought for a moment, and then replied:

"My club can help students keep their credits, and then charge them a corresponding and appropriate management fee according to the size of the amount of storage.

"At the same time, I can also provide assistance to individuals in need, for example, by lending them credits for a low interest rate.

"If some students need to solve problems that are not credit difficulties, but social difficulties and disputes, then my club can also help solve disputes, or solve the problem of the guy who provoked the dispute......"

He explained his plan very frankly, after all, if the other party can take the initiative to mention the third prince, it means that there is no problem with the passage of this matter, if he is vague about the event, it may cause some trouble.

Yesterday, Delick complained to him, saying that many students are willing to take the initiative to increase the repayment of interest to extend the time of borrowing, but the interest rate given by everyone is different how much the interest increases.

There are even students who have already repaid the loan and have the idea of re-borrowing.

Due to the increase in numbers and the chaos of the situation, Dellick was already a little busy alone, so Rogers had the idea of using the club to help maintain the operation.

In addition, there has been an incident of credit snatching in Moloster Academy before, which may also be included in the scope of activities.

The most important thing is that if you lend students credits as the basis of the activity, you will definitely need a large amount of initial credits as start-up capital, and you can also use this as a requirement for students to get more credits down.

Akaven looked at the junior brother in front of him who was talking about something terrible in a serious tone, and he always felt that the other party did not want to establish a cadet club, but more like a gang organization of the dark side of St. Herte.

Even St. Herthe, for now, doesn't seem to have any so-called dark side.

"I probably understand what the junior thinks, His Royal Highness the Third Prince is precious, but the rules of St. Herte are also not light.

"Because of His Royal Highness, I will approve your application, but also because of the school rules, I will truthfully record your statement, and when your club is really established, there will also be relevant personnel to review it.

"If your club is not able to carry out the activities you said, or if the size of the membership is not up to standard, or if it receives a large number of student complaints, and the complaints are reasonable, it may cause your club to be banned immediately, and most of the credits issued by the student union will need to be returned, is it understandable?"

Akaven told Rogus very seriously, he didn't think that this society could really be established successfully and exist for a long time, anyway, as long as he satisfied the orders of the third prince first, and then found a legitimate reason to ban it.

Even if Rogers really had the absolute suppressive power to his peers and complete those bandit-like activities, he would definitely be dissatisfied with many students, and it shouldn't be too difficult to gather some witnesses to testify at that time.

"I'll take that to heart." Rogers bowed his head sincerely, and felt that things were going a lot easier than he had imagined.

In the end, he decided to name the club "Rutgers Club", he always felt that this club might be able to do more in the future than helping his classmates, but he didn't bother to think about the too formal name at the moment, so he casually said that this name might be changed again in the future.

Saying goodbye to Akavin, he went straight back to the cabin and began to make more preparations for the ritual of sacrificing to himself.

Most of the things he has brought to the world at present are biased towards natural philosophy, and they are all theories and inventions, and there is a bit of a lack in art.

In general, it seems that only chess and costume design can be counted.

Rogers sat at his desk in the living room, spread out the paper, picked up a quill, and retraced his past memories, starting to write such as staves, Leonardo da Vinci's golden proportions of the human body, and linear perspective drawings that create three-dimensional spatial effects......

It's a pity that he didn't know much about the manufacturing method of pianos in his previous life, otherwise he would have gone to Professor Kuli to help make a piano.

Maybe you can think about it slowly in the future, but there isn't much time for him at the moment.

The sun slowly sets, and the sky gradually softens, revealing an orange-red glow.

Alina and Lufia return in the evening, bringing fruit pie and pastries for dinner.

After filling their stomachs a little, the three of them began their respective tasks.

Rogers was still busy planning her important ritual, and Alina looked at the various papers scattered around Rogus's desk that carried some of her slightly understandable, some hazy, and some completely unclear, her eyebrows slightly raised, her face full of curiosity, showing an urge to explore.

But Rutgers repeatedly emphasized the importance of that "opportunity", and she tried her best to resist her instincts, took the "Landorne Dictionary", and began to flip through it.

Rufia, on the other hand, continued to work on her test papers numbly.

When night fell, Rogers caught a glimpse of Alina's tired look and the stacks of drafts in front of her, and took the initiative to get up behind the girl and take on the task of rubbing her shoulders and back.

He knew that the expressions he had invented were not words at all, and to give an inappropriate example, they were more akin to the strokes that make up Chinese characters, or the letters that make up words.

Alina's job is to take these "strokes" or "letters" to form a language with corresponding meanings.

Many of the symbols in the Lambrona language have a clear and clear opposition, such as heaven and earth, light and darkness, water and fire, which makes it a suitable one of the occult languages for apprentices.

What Alina had to do was to use the symbols created by Rogers, to use a Morse code of writing to correspond to the linguistic symbols in Landorne.

This sounds very simple, and expressions such as "heaven and earth" are also very easy to give, as long as one is prescribed, and then the other is written in a completely opposite way in order to conform to its opposing symbols.

However, after the end of natural symbols, there are many humanistic symbols, and many of these humanistic symbols are derived from natural symbols.

As beginners who can only use Landona, rather than in-depth researchers, neither Rogers nor Alina are in a position to directly determine the origin and specific classification of humanistic symbols.

However, it is not without solutions, because the symbols created by Rutgers only have "being" and "absence", so theoretically, Elena, who has the [Foreknowledge Bonus] and can judge right and wrong by this, can use rough methods to constantly, continuously, and constantly trial and error until she finds the right way to express it.

If you go to professors who have studied the Lambrona language in depth, the job will be much easier, and it will not take long to complete.

But Rogers didn't want to divide the credit for creating the language, because the benefits were unimaginable.

As the stars in the night sky grew brighter, Rufia couldn't bear the onset of sleepiness any longer, and took a nap on her desk.

"Then use a little bit more force." Aliana frowned slightly, raised her hand to grab Rogers' palm kneading her shoulder socket, she looked at the manuscript paper that was once again plastered in front of her, and then asked, "Do you have to teach a few more first-year classes before you go to the exchange meeting?" ”

"That's right." Rogers bowed slightly, and his hand also lightened a little, wondering why the other party suddenly asked this.

"I'll have to take time off to stay in the dorm and focus all my energy on designing your new language, otherwise I probably won't be able to finish it before the meeting, so I won't be able to work as your assistant lecturer in the meantime." Alina exhaled slowly, and replied in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter." Rogers replied unconcernedly.

"No, it matters!" Alina gripped Rogeth's palm and looked back at his inexplicable expression.

I couldn't help but think in my heart, if there was really no way, I would have to go to Alice......

(End of chapter)