Soft snowflakes gently fall on the streets, enveloping the entire city in silvery white colors.

"It's snowing so often this year."

Rogers looked down at the snowflakes in his palm, thinking of the heavy snow that had been drifting in recent days, and sighed.

At this time, he was wearing a gray cotton cloak and a top hat with feathers, and he was strolling through the streets of the wealthy residential area with a cane.

Not wanting to attract too much attention, he pressed the brim of his hat very low, and his silver hair did not show much.

Beside him, Alina was dressed in a pure white canopy, with a ring of down on the collar to keep warm, and a few fluttering snowflakes quietly fell, dotting the ends of her hair, blending in with her long snow-white hair.

If you only look at her delicate and unwanted expression, and her indifferent amber eyes, others may only think that this is a dignified and cold girl, belonging to the type that is extremely difficult to approach.

But Rogers is well aware of the bad nature of the guy next to him, especially after Alice has been living with him again recently, and from time to time Alice will open her mouth to leave something on his neck when Alice is not looking.

"In the southwest, when snow and rain intertwine, huge waves and whirlpools will sweep in early." Alina looked sideways at the sky and said with a frown.

"At the beginning of spring, the disaster of the tide?" Rogers looked at Alina's gaze and asked in a loud voice.

In the original plot, the first catastrophe that Alice will come into contact with is the calamity symbolized by "water" at the beginning of spring, but that should be after the third grade.

"A lot of times I don't understand, you really know, you don't know." Alina looked back at Rogus and said with an inexplicable expression, "I thought you had let that succubus forcibly open the Ground Movement Plague to deal with this. ”

The Scourge of the Tide has an intangible and qualitative nature, and if you can grasp the authority related to the earth element, it will be much easier to deal with.

"It just so happened." Rogers shrugged slightly, not explaining much.

If you advance the script normally, you will first fight various small disasters to accumulate experience, and then wait for Alice to start conquering one disaster after another after she is sixteen.

But now, thanks to Rogers' intervention, they are just approaching fifteen years old, and two major calamities have already appeared.

"On the school side, after you finish sorting out the relationship, I'll take care of the rest, and first prioritize the plan for designing a symbol that can correspond to me."

Rogers reached out and patted the snow on Aliana's shoulders and spoke.

"I'm just providing assistance, and the finalization of the symbol will eventually come back to you." Alina's chin lifted slightly, revealing a soft neck, and replied in a nonchalant tone.

"Yes, I'm grateful for your help." Rogers knew what the other party wanted to hear at this time, and naturally answered.

The two then chatted a few words, and then came to the door of a palatial mansion.

The majestic gate in front of you is made of hand-made iron like the gate of the Earl's Court, and the façade is also cast with intricate patterns.

Rogers stopped in front of the door, carefully examining the lines, and there were many more speculations in his mind.

The mansion in front of him is the property of Cordell, the head of the Architectural Guild, and he has come to settle the reconstruction of Scallo once and for all.

The reason why Alice didn't come with her was because her identity as a saint was too sensitive, and she didn't know what kind of turmoil would be involved if she participated.

"Which one are you looking for, do you have an appointment?"

One of the two light-armored guards at the gate walked up to Rogus and asked in a gentle voice.

The doorman wanted to drive people away, but when he saw that Alina's temperament did not look like an ordinary child, he slowed down his voice.

"Is it Cordell's request to wear armor in such cold weather?" Rogers asked, raising the brim of his hat to reveal his face, looking at the doorman.

The guards in front of the noble mansion were not usually dressed like this, and they had carefully memorized the portraits of the noble lineage, and they should have pulled their legs and reported it when they saw Alina.

"Honor...... Lord Gui'an! Armor is a requirement of the great butler! The doorman was stunned at first when he saw Rogers' appearance, then immediately leaned over his chest, saluted, and replied in a loud voice.

"Open the door." Rogers didn't blame the other party for his panic, but just commanded in a flat tone.

"My lord, I ...... Have you accepted an invitation...... No, may I go and report to Sir Cordell first? The doorman straightened up and stammered.

"Am I not going into his bedroom, I just want to sit in the living room and wait for him? Do you have to stand outside the door and wait for his response? Rogersmo asked, rubbing his chin and speaking impatiently.

Seeing the embarrassed look of the other party, and the appearance of the attendant in the door hurrying towards the mansion, he didn't say anything more, and walked directly to the door.

The piercing sound of breaking the air suddenly erupted, and Rogers raised his foot and kicked at the large iron door with an awe-inspiring force that made ordinary people tremble.

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the air, and for a moment the snow flew and the iron door slammed to the ground.

"Why is it so crisp this time?" Alina asked curiously as she stepped forward with Rogus as she stepped through the gate.

Neither the attendants nor the guards had any intention of stopping the two from advancing, and they either stood stiffly in place or ran in a panic to report the situation to someone higher.

"So what's not? It's not something that needs to be thought about at all. Rogers replied in a casual tone.

He didn't want to think about it anymore this time, and he didn't plan to discuss anything with the other party, but to give a notice.

He had also talked to his father before he came, and the Earl of Breed only said with regret: I wanted to raise more fat, but if you really can't help it, just feel free.

Cordell thought he had a place in the aristocratic society, and was treated with courtesy and authority by many nobles, large and small.

But in reality, the aristocrats don't mind showing their decent and courteous side to anyone who can bring them benefits.

If Rogers had slaughtered Cordell himself, the Eastern Lords would have complained privately about how reckless and rude Rogers was, but that was about it, and they might be more willing to poke fun at the failure of Earl Breed's education than Cordell's violent death.

"You said that if I kill Kodel, the Imperial Court will be able to advance the New Conservation Act much faster." Rogers walked through the garden in the front yard towards the foyer of the mansion and asked Alina on a whim.

Although there was a precept in the original "Protector Act" that nobles were not allowed to damage the private property and health of citizens without authorization, the price that could be violated was only to pay a large fine.

Moreover, the nobles may feel that the act of paying the fine is a punishment for them compared to the payment of the fine, because it represents the damage to glory.

In the new "Citizen Protection Act", a penalty clause of imprisonment has been added, but this is also one of the biggest obstacles to the new law's real implementation.

"If you first publicly refuse the emperor's request for marriage, and then be tried by the new law, you will surely become a qualified martyr, and all the nobles of the quarry will feel heartfelt grief for you." Alina groaned for a moment before opening her mouth to make a reply.

"The new law can't adjudicate old cases, and I think the empire's legal system is still too backward." Rogers shook his head slowly and said in an emotional tone.

"It's that you're looking too far ahead, and you can't force the world to keep up with you all the time." Alina glanced at Rogeth, her tone rather subtle.

"Are you complimenting me, or are you sarcastic?" Rogers frowned slightly, and opened his mouth to ask.

As they spoke, the two of them also walked quickly to the front hall door, where a brown-haired young man in a black dress was standing in the doorway waiting.

Seeing the way Rogus and Alina were talking, the other party didn't wait for Alina to respond to Rogers's words, so he interjected and asked, "What are you two talking about?" ”

"You are?" Rogers looked up at the guy, who was about two or three years older than him, and asked back.

"My name is Ferenwa, the only son of the President of the Architectural Guild." Felenwa stroked her chest and returned the salute, with elegance and calmness in her demeanor.

"We're talking about whether or not to kill your father." Rogers replied crisply and honestly.

Ferenva's body stiffened when he heard this, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had just had an auditory hallucination.

"What about Cordell? Why did you come here? Rogus looked left and right, and saw that there was no one else but Ferenwa and the three slightly nervous squires behind him.

"My father is on official business, so he sent me to entertain two distinguished guests, if you don't mind, please come here." Felenwa took a deep breath, trying to calm her rising anger and stretched out her hand to please.

"I'm sorry for you." Rogers bowed slightly, and replied politely.

Ferenwa was stunned when she looked at Rogess's proper style and words, and thought to herself that maybe the other party just mispronounced it, or made a joke that was consciously funny, but extremely offensive.

Rutgers and Alina were led by Ferenwa into a reception room on the side of the vestibule, and when Rogus sat down on the couch and was about to say something, the silver ring in his pocket suddenly began to tremble.

"Clashes broke out in the Scarlo market, and many vendors were seriously injured, and Alice said that if she hadn't been there, there was a high probability that someone would not have survived this winter."

He rubbed the silver ring, and after sensing the message from it, he said to Alina, who was beside him.

"It's really not a good thing to get hurt at this time." Alina commented, stared at the ring in Rogers' hand, and asked, "When did it have a communication function?" ”

"I don't know, I won't know until Alice gives it to me after the holidays." Rogus shrugged slightly, tucked the ring back into his pocket, then looked at Ferenwa and asked, "You should also help your father with the affairs of the Guild Building, right?" What do you think about this? ”

Ferenwa chuckled lightly and spread her hands indifferently and said, "It's just a group of civilians who are in the way, and if it weren't for the fact that the Holy Maiden used to pick up goods in it, we would have driven them all away. ”

"I'm asking about your men wounding the vendors." Rogers leaned forward and smiled again.

Ferenva's expression was strange and confused, and he wanted to compliment the wisdom of the "sage" in front of him, and help his father reconcile the dispute over the reconstruction of Scallo's Great Collection.

But he never expected that this notorious young master would actually care about civilians, but then he directly denied this conjecture in his heart.

He felt that Rogers must be trying to make trouble about the matter, but this kind of trick was still too clumsy in his eyes.

"According to the laws of the Empire, we can compensate them with a sufficient amount, or we can increase the amount several times because of your kindness." Ferenwa clasped his hands on the table, seemingly sincerely responding to Rogers's question.

"We aristocrats will at least care a little bit about the glory of hypocrisy, and they can make a naked offer." Rogers was not too surprised by Ferenva's reply, and told Alina his thoughts and evaluations.

Alina thought back to the many theories about capital that Rogers had told her, and she looked at Ferenva as if she were looking at a strange object.

Ferenva was extremely uncomfortable with Alina's gaze, and he couldn't figure out what Rogers meant by those words.

"In the Bronze Age, Emperor Pertius III made a legal provision that if a nobleman killed a person and was not brought to justice, the noble family had to pay a large fine, also known as the ambush gold.

"Mr. Ferenwa, how much do you think you can worth? How many times more expensive than those civilians who get in the way? Rogers slowly raised the cane in his hand and glanced up and down at Ferenva, as if he was really assessing the value of the other party.

"Your Excellency, this joke is not funny at all." Ferenva tugged at the corners of his mouth stiffly, but when he finished shouting at the guards, a sharp pain came from his chest.

His face was contorted, his forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and the pain spread so much that it was almost unbearable, and every breath seemed like a needle slowly piercing his chest, making him even more painful and confused.

At this moment, Cordell slammed the door in, and I don't know if he was late or already standing outside.

He quickly ran to Ferenwal's side, waved his hand to open the cane against his son's chest, and when he saw that Ferenwa was still conscious and breathing enough, he poured a bottle of healing potion that he carried with him, and then turned back to Rogers, gritted his teeth and said, "Rogers Breed......"

Rogers put his staff back to his side, looked at Cordell in surprise, and said incredulously:

"I didn't expect you to know my name, so do you remember the land where you are standing now, what is your surname?"

(End of chapter)