The autumn sun is softening, the temperature is pleasant, and the trees are starting to decorate with red, yellow, and orange colors, like a colorful oil painting.

The leaves between the branches become sparse, allowing sunlight to easily penetrate and sprinkle on the ground, creating golden patches.

Rogers sat at his desk in the living room of the cabin, watching the breeze outside the window blow the dead leaves, and when he heard the faint rustle coming from outside, he knew that autumn had arrived.

After a moment's distraction, he looked down at the drafts on the table, most of which were about spell magic and his vision for the future.

Unlike him, the creator, at the beginning of the birth of the "Rogus language", in addition to influencing the "mind" and "spirit", he could reach an almost arbitrary degree in the general "things" and "things".

Others who want to use spell magic need to use a wand engraved with other occult languages, and second, after understanding the meaning of "Rogers' language", they need to further understand and explain spells, and practice casting them constantly.

But even so, the advantage of "Rogers" is still obvious, because in fact, it is much easier to understand than other occult languages, and after learning "Rogus language", to some extent, as long as you don't pursue the limits of the effectiveness of the spell, then you don't need to delve into any other occult language.

Because as long as you can speak everyday language, "Rogus language" can help link other occult languages.

This is the foundation of Rutgers's founding school, the beginning of learning.

"From linguistic learning to spell magic, more than a year has passed...... With this skill, even if you can't be promoted to professor right away, it's more than enough to become a mentor, right? ”

Alina supported her chin with one hand and gently rubbed the pages with the palm of the other, staring at the many drafts written by Rogers, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Time is such a wonderful thing, it's hard to tell if it's fast or slow...... Rogers sighed, leaning back in his chair.

After sorting out the draft a little, he handed it to Alina, who asked her to help him proofread it, and got up to finish today's teaching task.

I don't know when he was only a second-year student, but his daily life has begun to approach the direction of his mentor.

"The scroll of the levitation spell is in the sleeve pocket on the left, and there are a few annotations that are also caught in the scroll, and you are careful to fall to the ground while looking through them, and I will come to see you with food at noon, and ......"

After Rogus got up, Alina got up with him, habitually helping Rogus take care of his collar while explaining many things that Rogus might not have noticed.

Today, Alice has to discuss important matters with the vice principal, and Alina has to help Rufia with the final exam sprint these days, so it is rare for Rogers to go to substitute teaching alone.

"Understood." Rogers listened with a chin on his head, and when everything was ready, he got up and walked out of the house with his cane.

As he went, he magically took out the scroll in his sleeve pocket and pondered it.

The levitation spell is one of the classic must-learn spells of the silver level, and the element related to it is not gravity, but the wind in the four elements.

After being promoted to silver, the division criteria of the low, middle, and high levels are also a reflection of the mastery of the four elements.

After a solid grasp of the two elements, it can be assessed as the intermediate level, and if you master the four elements, it is the high level.

Most spells are either directly derived from or derived from the four elements, so this is not only a judgment of knowledge and experience, but also a verification of strength.

Rogers didn't think long before he retracted the scroll into his sleeve pocket.

He did not go to the spiral tower, but to the large lawn around the library of Hilmi.

Today he wants to teach not only the theoretical foundations of magic, but also his spell magic.

The classrooms in the spiral tower were clearly not suitable for him to teach these practical lessons, so he borrowed a large lawn from Professor Idrul.

By the time Rogus reached the Great Lawn, the first-year students welcomed Rogus to the fullest extent after the Cave Trial.

Now when many people see Rutgers coming, they just say hello with a flat expression, and there are even many students with thick complaints written on their faces.

Since Rogers invented the "homework" thing, many tutors in other subjects have been doing it for fun, or if they really find it useful, or if they just assign homework, and if they don't assign it, they may seem lazy.

Whatever the reason, the first year has already begun to assign homework, with the exception of practical subjects, which are extremely dependent on space, and if nothing else, this routine is likely to be established.

"Hello lecturer!" The little princess, Elias, smiled and waved at Rogus, the only one among the students who showed the same enthusiasm for Rogus as ever.

When Rogus approached, Elias also approached Rogus's side and whispered with a mysterious expression, "After the waiting meeting is over, I will tell you something." ”

"Okay, then I'll look forward to it first." Rogers replied with a smile.

He then summoned the magic guide book, took out many wands from the book, and handed them to the students on the lawn one by one.

Because Roggers's credits were far from being rich enough to squander them at will, and Professor Curly couldn't keep making wands just for him, the number of wands was only seventy so far.

Rogers randomly divided the group into a number of groups, allowing them to share one, and finally deliberately separated the extra Valedia and gave her a wand to use alone.

"The classmate with the wooden sword at his waist, yes, it's you."

After the distribution, Rogers walked towards the little sword Saint Ruka, and asked in a friendly voice, "Can you tell me about the nature of the wooden sword at your waist?" ”

When Ruka heard this, he wondered for a moment what this had to do with today's lesson, but without thinking deeply, he thought about it carefully:

"It's brown, it's particularly tough, and it's smooth to the touch."

"What else?" Rogers continued.

"It's light."

"What else?"

“……”

"What else? Can you try to finish it? After asking several questions in a row, Rogers went one step further and added one more question.

"I can always say something, but I can't seem to finish it......" Ruka shook his head in annoyance.

"That's right, even if you can finish talking about the 10,000 properties of the wooden sword, there may be 10,000 missing. We can't exhaust all the properties of something, and we can't grasp all the truths about something.

"But in the same way, if you can control all the phenomena that something reflects, then you are almost in control of the essence of that thing."

The conversation between Ruka and Rogers was in the ears of the first-graders on the lawn with the breeze of magic.

Rogers then explained this to the students so that they could better understand the meaning, until finally, he took the wand in his hand and taught his "Rogus language" for a long time, and then asked the students to recite the "blazing flames" in everyday language, and then infuse the wand with magic power to try to cast a spell.

Students are also asked to visualize and mentally describe the nature of the "fire" as much as possible when casting the incantation.

He wanted to teach the description of the information he was cringing in the book "Introduction to Spell Magic" that he was writing, that is, information is the reduction of uncertainty about an event or message, and asked the students to try to quantify the information to assist in spell casting.

But the thought that these children were only thirteen years old after all quickly dispelled the idea......

Suddenly, a sound of explosion and cracking resounded throughout the lawn.

An orange-red light rose up, and the whistling of flames continued to echo in the air, exuding an unbearable burning sensation.

Rogus looked at the tornado of flames that shot out of Valedya's wand and soared into the sky, and he couldn't help but sigh that he was worthy of being a dragonborn.

"When the old man actually saw this scene of the apprentices casting spells in everyday language, he still felt a little unbelievable......

Idrul walked slowly to Rogeth's side, and he watched as the many students released their wands into the sky, large and small flames, and then raised a noise barrier, and said to Rogus in a complicated tone.

"The times of magicians are about to change, Professor." Rogers propped up his cane and rubbed his chin with his hand in reply, meaninglessly.

"Yes, the era of plant magic will also change, and we will join forces to create a new ......," Idrul was stunned for a moment, and then agreed in agreement, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Rogers.

"No, no, no, Professor, that's all your own work, and it doesn't have much to do with me." Rogers shook his head repeatedly, even if he was already notorious, he didn't want his reputation to have anything to do with Idrull's research.

"The world of magic is a ...... that pays attention to teachers, schools, and interconnections"

Seeing Rutgers' reaction, Idrul began to elaborate on his own experience, hoping that Rogers would understand his good intentions.

However, Rogus only kept doing this perfunctory, and it was not until he was about to send Idrul away on the pretext that he wanted to mentor the students, that Idrul finally said what he really wanted to do.

"Avery is also watching your lectures, and she said that you have been able to officially promote to the position of tutor and create elective courses, so you should prepare for this."

Rogus thanked him for this, and then watched as Idrul turned into a green light and disappeared in front of him.

Becoming a mentor means gaining the approval of St. Herte, so the matter of continuing to promote the academic community of the wizarding world may be officially promoted with the release of spell magic and this somewhat weighty identity.

After pondering for a while, he packed up his mood and began to guide the many students who were on the rise one by one.

The sun slowly moved across the sky until it reached its zenith, signaling that noon was coming, and Rogers withdrew all his wands and told everyone to take a lunch break.

"His Majesty the Emperor invited me to celebrate Harvest Day?" Rogers looked at the little royal princess beside him with half-constricted eyes, and couldn't help but confirm out loud.

"Yes, you have made great achievements, both in the secular and magical worlds, and this time I not only want you to participate in the Imperial Capital Celebration, but may also give you a special reward!

"I have praised you many times in correspondence with my father, and I have also clarified for you that neither your character nor your talents are at all as bad as the rumors have stated."

Illia straightened her graceful posture, her eyes revealed confidence and pride, and the corners of her mouth rose up a slight smile, showing bright teeth, and the smile contained pride in what she had achieved.

"You have written to His Majesty the Emperor many times to compliment me?" Rogers was stunned and couldn't help but continue to ask.

"yes, what's the problem?" Illiath had a smile on her face.

"Thank you for your kindness......" Rogers replied with a sincere face.

At the same time, he was also thinking in his heart, this should be the reason why the emperor couldn't wait to let him go to the imperial capital, right? Shouldn't his old man be able to hide his murderous intentions anymore?

It is said that in this year's Imperial Capital Harvest Day celebration, Alice should also be invited to commend her for her many achievements in solving disasters, and there will also be a small event during the period.

And since the emperor sent the message orally through Elias, instead of directly summoning him to the imperial capital, it can be regarded as leaving him enough room to find an excuse to refuse.

And to a certain extent, going to the imperial capital will not necessarily encounter any danger, because at that time, the last thing he wants to be killed in the imperial capital should be the emperor himself, even if the emperor dreams of wanting him to die early.

"It is my honor to be personally invited by His Majesty the Emperor, and it is also an honor for the Braider family, and I have no reason to refuse this honor."

After thinking about it, Rogers leaned over slightly and accepted the invitation.

The imperial capital was the heart of the empire, and whether it was to gather scholars from all walks of life who were interested in his theories for activities, or to give lectures on the spot to win over factions, it would be far more convenient than other places, and the influence would be much greater than in other places.

Thinking that many ideas could be better developed by this, he couldn't help but smile when he looked at Elias.

Viledya looked at the scattered classmates, and was about to ask Rogus about his experience under the pretext of asking questions, when she saw that Illia was already around Rogus.

Seeing this, a sense of loss and helplessness appeared on her face, and after a faint sigh, when she was about to find a corner to nibble on bread to fill her stomach, a white palm rested on her shoulder, and then a cold voice sounded.

"If there's anything you want to ask, just go ahead and come with me."

Alina's eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked straight at Rogus and Elias talking and laughing, and said to Valedia.

(End of chapter)