The top of the spiral tower is in a dilapidated state, as if eroded by time, leaving countless cracks and folds.

It was immersed in a misty haze, as if it were a lost world, lost in the abyss of corruption.

A horde of strangely shaped demons invaded every corner of the ancient tower's roof, their bodies twisted and grotesque, exuding a suffocating malevolence.

Each demon has a unique deformity, some of them carry several wings covered with cold, thorny hairs; Some limbs are abnormally elongated, tightly wrapped around their bony bodies; Others have very large heads, with endless mockery and cruelty......

Their faces were hideous and hateful, and their eyes shone blood-red, like two burning stars.

The howl echoed through it like the sound of doom, sending chills through the heart.

Thackraison sat in the center of the chaos, his original brownish hair color had turned pure gray, and his eyes had become extremely black, without a trace of warmth and emotion.

A black robe embroidered with mysterious patterns and an eerie glow shrouded his thin body, and with his bloodless face, it gave people an eerie and terrifying impression.

When he heard Rogers' shouts and saw Rogers' anxious expression, Thackleson's originally empty eyes couldn't help but ripple, and they were full of doubts.

He wondered why this "Demon King" was so kind, but then the corners of his lips lifted slightly, revealing a playful smile, just because he would soon be able to completely ascend to the Holy Son, and become a veritable Demon King who was not in vain like Rutgers.

But as the demons at the top of the tower made a gesture to tear Rogus to pieces, many shattered memories gradually surfaced in Thackraison's mind, followed by a complex of emotions and his eager roar: "Stop! ”

Rogers' eyes were fixed on Thackraisson, who had just shouted to save the other party, not only announcing his own actions, but also with a part of his heartfelt impulse.

Using the Inspiration Bonus and monocles, he constantly reminisces about his friendly past with Thackleson in his dreams, trying to immerse himself in the emotions of seeing each other as true friends.

Because of this, all his expressions and postures have really entered the play, making it a little difficult for him to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"Who the hell are you......" Thackleson stroked his forehead, his expression extremely complicated, as if he was struggling and tormenting inside.

He felt that his memories were shattered, and the past was already a mess in his mind, but Rogess's presence seemed to allow him to grasp something important that had been lost in the chaos.

"I'm Rutgers, what about you?"

Rogers landed in front of Thackraisson, to his right, and behind him, a surging demon of malice, staring at him with hatred and greed.

"Thackleson, your best friend......" Thackleson whispered back as he looked up at Rogers, looking at the other's eyes full of worry and remorse.

Connected, many of his memories related to Rutgers quickly connected.

From the quarrel between the two of them when he was a child, to the peace and turmoil in St. Herte, and even the reason why he can sit here now is because Rogers helped him prevent the Holy Maiden from interfering, and it is also recalled.

"So, these demons?" After Rogers completely let go of the [Ignorance Bonus] that had been maintained on Thackraison, he closed his eyes and let go of his turbid breath, then glanced around and asked in a low tone.

"You shouldn't have come." Sacresen's words were full of indignation.

"But here I am." Rogers withdrew his gaze and looked at Thackleson again, more remorse streaming down his cheeks, "Do you know what you're doing?" ”

"It's too late, Rutgers, it's all too late." Sacresson shook his head slightly, and then said in an apologetic tone, "Do you regret that you once stopped the Holy Maiden?" I'm sorry to have caused you so much suspicion and trouble. ”

"No, Sakereson, it's not these inconsequential things that I regret at all." Rogers denied it very dryly, he looked at the other party squarely, gritted his teeth and said, "I regret all this, I could have not happened, if I could ......"

Seeing Rogers' appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, Sacresen couldn't help but chuckle out loud at this moment:

"It's not like you would say it, don't regret it, it's all my own choice, even if I need to feel guilty, then the person who should be guilty should be me.

"From now on, you will still be my only best friend, and I will still be the only person I can share in joy, and I will take good care of the memories between us.

"After ascending, I will return to my hometown and complete my long-overdue revenge, and then I will find a way to contact you.

"You are the one who wants to be a sage, and with my vow, work hard to get to the path you should be.

"Next time, the next time we meet, I will seriously tell you why I am here, and I will apologize to you seriously."

At this point, Sacraison slowly raised his right hand and pushed it towards Rogers, "And now, it's time for you to get out of this place, which is too dangerous for you." ”

Rogers felt a gentle thrust lift him up, and his body flew involuntarily towards the outside of the tower.

When he heard these words of Sacresson, he completely relieved his heart, and in the future, this false fetter would definitely reap the rewards that satisfied him.

The elements around him began to surge, and the whole space repelled Rogers, and the badge in his pocket began to tremble as he fell.

It wasn't until a glow completely enveloped him, and between the heavens and the earth spinning, he suddenly felt as if he was back at the top of the spiral tower.

Only this time the top of the tower returned to its usual appearance, and there was no longer a single demon.

As Rogers straightened his posture and landed firmly on the ground, his eyes caught a pair of antlers entwined with verdant vines.

"As a second-year student, I have been able to persist until now, and I deserve to be the most proud disciple of the old man." Idrul looked down at Rogers, and when he saw that he was unharmed, he stroked his beard with his hand and said with a smile.

At the top of the tower, in addition to him, there were the vice presidents, the deans of the faculties, and the professors, all of whom had more or less irritability and worry on their faces.

Rogers stroked his chest and bowed to a student, and he saw that he was the only one on the top of the tower, and Professor Idrull had specially dragged him over.

Seeing this, he did not forget what Professor Idrul had told him, and took the initiative to report the scene of the arrival of demons in that alien dimension, and the scene where he spied on the top of the Sage's Tower, where Thackreson was sitting on a stone pedestal, surrounded by a group of demons.

Vice Principal Avery glanced at Rogers when he heard this, then sighed and sighed, "That's true. ”

The expressions on the faces of the other professors gradually became difficult to see, a holy son from the evil realm, actually held a crown wearing ceremony in St. Herthe.

Not to mention that this is a shameful thing that has never happened in the history of St. Herthe's school, the most important point, and the most uncomfortable thing for these great magicians, is that this matter is so big that there is no way to hide it.

"Child, how do you feel about life in St. Herthe?" Avery asked, leaning on his staff, staggering to Rogth's side, looking up at him.

"Pretty good." Rogers replied earnestly.

"Then I sincerely hope that you can help the Holy Maiden well, and in the future, you will be able to stand with us old fellows, and even start an academy in your name.

"A great shame that needs to be washed away by several times its glory, and I look forward to your becoming one of the glories of St. Herthe, and I sincerely look forward to ......"

Avery tapped the back of Rogers' hand and turned to discuss with the professors what to do with the aftermath of the incident.

Rogers looked at the dwarf old man's rickety back, and there was a hint of emotion in his heart, it was indeed a great honor for St. Herter to be able to teach the Holy Maiden, but teaching a Holy Son of the Abyss of Discord was enough to wipe out this glory.

At the same time, in addition to these two, St. Helta also taught him......

After complimenting Rogus on his bravery and contributions, and promising a generous credit award, Idrul waved him back to the residence halls of Hilmy, where Idrul needed to get busy with the professors.

There is no more fog in St. Herte today, only the campfire is still burning.

After this incident, the originally planned exorcism night event naturally could not continue smoothly.

When Rogus returned to the cabin, Alina and Rufia were already nestled on the couch waiting for him to return.

"Everything went well, much better than expected." Rogers met Alina's probing gaze and spoke.

"Do you regret it?" Alina stared at Rogers' demeanor and replied curiously.

Rogers hung his trench coat uniform on the hanger, slowly calmed his mind, and replied flatly: "I only regret it when I need to, just like I need to wash my hands when they are dirty." ”

The cold wind howled outside the house, causing the snowflakes to fall on the branches of the trees not far away, and the light of the stars seemed to dim without the light of the moon.

The entire night sky was filled with a dull gray, swallowing up every minute detail in the darkness.

In the days that followed, an article in the Imperial Capital newspaper swept through the empire, about the incarnation of a world-destroying calamity, named Thackleson, who happened to be a student of the Moloster Academy in St. Herte.

St. Hell's was thrust into the limelight at this point, and countless critics began to question St. Hella from all angles.

This is only because St. Helte has shown a detached attitude towards the world in the past, and if it were a royal family or a pantheon, I am afraid that there would not be so many brave and righteous people.

In the days leading up to leaving school during winter break, Rogers gave the books that should have been returned to the library, made up for what he might need, and taught a few first-grade lessons before he was free.

Many members of the Rutgers Club had mentioned to him that they wanted to go with him back to Breed to visit his and the Virgin's hometown.

But when it comes to the various things that need to be dealt with during the holiday, he simply refuses.

"Before the Coordination Council was officially established, there were already signs of forming a faction, and they even ordered me in turn." Rogers leaned back on the couch and handed the letterhead to Alina, sneering.

The letter was a joint letter from a number of schools, asking Rogers to expand their power to intervene in the Council, and hoping that Rogers would regularly give academic lectures in the Community of Magic to better demonstrate the progress of his magical research, otherwise the schools would carefully consider whether or not to continue to participate in the formation of the Council.

One of the biggest reasons for Rogge's idea of establishing a community of magic was to spread his own research, and the demands of these schools did not make him feel embarrassed, but this attitude made him extremely unhappy.

"Today they can ask me to give a regular speech, but what about tomorrow?" Rogers pursed the corners of his lips slightly, reached out and rubbed Rufia's fluffy hair on the other side a few times, and said in a dissatisfied tone.

"Nearly half of the schools in this list are either branches of the Three Sages School or are closely related to the Three Sages School, while the other small half schools have various connections with these schools that are close to the Three Sages......

With a slight glance, Alina judged with some certainty, and then she reached for another letter on the table, her brow thoughtful.

Rogers also looked at the other party's movements, and the letter Alina was holding had been sent from the East the day before.

The story is that although the Santans have not forcibly moved into the green valley since the fight between Rogus and Arkan, the harassment in the surrounding area has become more frequent after late autumn, and the barony of Rogus is one of the hardest hit areas.

Moreover, Arkan also threatened to have another duel with Rogers, no longer the traditional cavalry fight of the Santans, but a one-on-one duel of honor in the imperial tradition.

Rogers had no interest in the slightest benefit, but he wondered where Alkan's confidence came from.

After all, he is a student of St. Herte, and the other party is only a nomadic son, and in the same rank, this disparity in identity also represents a huge gap in strength.

Even the students of the Moloster Academy, who are the most mediocre in the Silver Rank and the most mediocre in St. Herthe, can still use the regular Silver Intermediate Blaster Hammer outside the school, not to mention the top students of the chief level like Rogess.

"Too many coincidences may no longer be coincidences, could this be that the emperor is urging you?" Alina stirred up the letterhead a few times and looked back at Rogers.

"Being too anxious is not a very good character for an emperor."

Rogers replied as he took the letter from Alina's hand, his gaze scanning the message of the Santan attack and Alkan's name, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up into a friendly smile.

(End of chapter)