The snow-covered Breed Collar ushered in a rare sunshine, and the snow under the sun reflected a dazzling light, like a shining Milky Way stretching.

The branches of the trees beside the road are covered with crystal clear ice cubes and white snowflakes, which sparkle in the light like strings of pearls.

The cold wind blows, the branches sway gently, and the falling snowflakes flutter silently on the snow like a dream, weaving into a gorgeous and colorful picture.

Rogers walked alone on the street, looking at the white sky against the clear blue sky, except for the first sight, the only thing left was cold, after all, a sunny day after snow is always more cold than when it snows.

He didn't have long to walk before he came to an imposing building not far from the town square.

The monumental portico is decorated with sumptuous reliefs, followed by arched windows and elegant domes that gleam against the blue sky and white clouds, and the road formed by the high colonnades is a testament to the Baroque beauty.

In addition to the exquisite and intricate style, there is also a stone monument standing next to the door, with the slogan "Do not enter if you don't know the language".

The building in front of us was built by Rutgers and Earl Brad after consultation last year, in the direction of the largest full-time research institute in the East.

The slogan next to the door is also a whim of Rutgers, who wants to pay tribute to a wave of historical memes in the previous life of Akaderma Academy, that is, "If you don't know geometry, don't enter".

In the previous life, many people thought that after Plato established the Akademmore Academy, the meaning of this sentence at the door was to tell the students to pay attention to geometry.

Rogers thought so at first, but after learning about ancient Greek history, he found that "if you don't understand geometry, don't enter", which is more similar to "the king of heaven covers the tiger, and the river demon of the pagoda town".

Because the "Akaderma" in the Akaderma School Park is the name of the nobility, and the original intention of the establishment of the Akaderma Academy is only to measure the land for the nobles, so geometry is particularly important.

In addition, the school garden in ancient Greece at that time was more like a combination of school valves, trade unions, and gangsters, and Plato was not only a mentor, but also a "godfather" who was a giant fighter.

After all, the reason why Plato is called Plato is because of his strong body, he deliberately changed his name, and his experience of defending the Olympic free fighting championship also makes the name more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people than the original name.

As one of the founders and pioneers of the history of Western philosophy, Plato is indeed similar to a certain master in the East.

The guards at the door saluted in unison when they saw Rogers, and had no intention of stopping or questioning him.

Rogers walked briskly out of the ornate arcade, past the water-dropped, joyfully jumping fountain, and into the wide hall before slowing down.

The dome is decorated with magnificent frescoes, intricate patterns and gold leaf, and the surrounding walls are covered with rich paintings and fine tapestries, and the sunlight outside the windows shines on the floor, reflecting deep warm tones, giving a sense of sacredness and solemnity.

After Count DeMonte pushed Rogus to the Sleepless Country, the archmage Curion, who had been waiting by his side, was standing here with more than a dozen middle-aged or old looking archmagicians or school leaders who were also dressed in magic robes, chatting and waiting for Roggers' arrival.

"The structure of the Coordination Council of the Demon Community has been completely finalized, and the Council can have thirteen seats, you will be the first chief for life, and the remaining twelve seats will be determined by voting, of which St. Helte shall not have more than six members, and you yourself may not be counted among the six seats."

After a brief greeting from the crowd, Curion and Rogers explained the council-like mechanism for selecting participants after a long period of mutual deliberation and compromise.

The Co-ordination Council is only the highest authority of the MO, and there will be a variety of administrative offices under it, which will require a longer period of planning and exploration.

Rogers listened to what the other party had to say, but he didn't give much comment.

Currion saw Rogers' strange appearance, stroked his gray beard, and asked in a kind tone, "Are there any other questions?" ”

"It's not about the mechanism of the council, it's about this." Rogers handed the envelope co-signed by many schools to Currien, and said slowly:

"I am very troubled by many of the demands in the letter, such as the expansion of their power, which must lead to a corresponding reduction in the power of other schools.

"There's also the requirement for me to give regular academic lectures in the Magical Community, you should know that I'm still a student, and that will inevitably affect my academic ......"

After spitting out a lot of bitter water, he looked up at the dome, and his face was full of loneliness and anger, like a child who had been hit hard.

He deliberately chose to throw out this troublesome matter at a time when the structure of the Coordination Council was about to be completed and many participants were gathered.

"This matter can be discussed slowly, and there is no need to worry too much." Currion passed the letter to the people beside him, patting Rogers on the shoulder and smiling.

The old man easily saw that this matter was just a problem of the Three Sages School, and it was not a big problem.

The other great magicians who had read the contents of the letter also smiled and said similar comforting words.

"Grandpa Curion, and all the seniors, can I just kick these greedy guys out of the association? I want to build an organization that aims to spread wisdom and research and development, rather than a council of magicians who intrigue and calculate with each other. ”

There was a longing in Rogers' expression, and there was a sincere glint in his clear eyes.

He wanted to openly eliminate and resist so many magical schools, and he also wanted the remaining schools to cooperate with him, which was undoubtedly creating antagonism.

Most of the magicians didn't like this kind of inexplicable strife, so for a while, no one answered Rogers' request, and the look on Curion's face was a little complicated.

"Oh, child, what do you think you are, don't say that you haven't become a sage yet, even if you get the title of sage in the future, don't want to do whatever you want in the wizarding world."

There was a sudden sneer from the crowd, and a middle-aged woman wearing a blue and white magic robe and a wizard's hat with a somewhat fat figure stepped out of it and mocked Rogers' behavior.

Rogers knew each other, and after Alina's make-up lessons, he easily recalled information about the great magician named Susimita.

Later, there were also many magicians who spoke or accused, or yin and yang, and they were all like Susimita, who were lone great magicians close to the Three Sages School.

Without waiting for Currion and several magicians who were about to lose their patience to help reply, Rogers glanced at the men with a smile and said with a humble expression:

"The magic of the past was just a series of footnotes to witchcraft, and I thought that I could build a new magic tower, and from now on, all the newcomers on the path of magic will become my footnotes.

"Those who follow me will step through new doors and see new worlds, while those who do not follow me will only be left behind in the old world.

"I am such a person, a person who is destined to become a great sage, and now, in my own name, I sincerely ask all of you seniors to think carefully about my request.

"Either kick those worms away, or I'll go back to St. Helte and never join the Demon Community again."

Many people instinctively frowned at Rogers' arrogant rhetoric, but when they saw Rogers' pure eyes, which seemed to have seen the future, they were all shaken.

None of the people present were inferior to gold, they all had strong spiritual awareness and intuition, and Rogess's perfect self-confidence, and the deeds that Rogers had accomplished, made them uncontrollable to begin their reverie.

"Seniors, you can think slowly, I still have a lot of urgent things to deal with, so I won't stop here for now." Rogers leaned over to say goodbye, then turned around with his cane in his hand, and walked steadily out of the hall.

The magicians under the dome all watched the silver-haired boy's back, their faces shining differently, until he disappeared into the frame of the arched door.

The sky grew dark, and the stars and moon shimmered in the infinite darkness, like glittering jewels adorning the curtain of the night.

The streets of Breed Collar have quieted down, and people have returned to their warm homes, leaving only the lights of a few shops brightly lit.

The snow-covered houses and trees emit a pale sheen that appears clearer against the backdrop of the night, and the drops of water dripping from the roofs, condensing into ice in the cold night wind, make a faint cracking sound.

Rogers drew the curtains of his bedroom to hide the cold wind outside, and he and Alina washed up and sat cross-legged on the soft bed.

After hearing the news of the Haunted Son of Discord yesterday, Alice hurriedly left the Braider Territory due to the constraints of her duties.

Listening to the news from afar, Rogers also roughly guessed that this was the revenge of the two viscounts after Thackleson ascended to the Holy Son.

"Aren't you afraid that they will really put you back in St. Herthe? This also happened to be in line with the mind of the Three Sages School. ”

Alina gently combed her long snow-white hair with both hands, and then she gathered the strands of hair, and tied a ponytail with strips of cloth neatly, before spreading out the books related to the mysterious symbols, picking up the quills used for sketching, and asked Rogers curiously as she prepared to continue her work.

"Great magicians are human beings, and just as nobles seek power and glory, they also have a thirst for knowledge." Rogers replied casually, sitting beside Alina, looking at the symbols drawn in the book, and muttered for a moment:

"The triple is a very important symbol, and the spiral is also essential, and we must try to get as close to this as possible."

Alina's expression was calm and focused, sometimes nodding in understanding, sometimes asking for a discussion.

The two of them continued to deliberate on the real name that corresponded to Rutgers, and the symbol to match the "Rogus language", until it was late at night, when the two of them stretched out their arms together, stretched their bodies, and prepared to rest.

"When the Earthquake breaks out, are you going to summon Alice back?"

The lights went out, and Alinor pulled on the quilt, looked at Rogers in the darkness, and asked.

"No, not long after I refused the emperor's invitation to marry, the holy maiden was immediately attracted to leave the eastern realm, and then a great calamity broke out in the green valley, what a wonderful order, it is best to go with the flow."

Rogers put his hands behind his head, his gaze wandering in the darkness, and replied in a flat tone.

"Once this kind of thing starts, there is no way to stop, and no matter what the purpose is, it really starts a great calamity." Alina sighed silently and reminded in an inexplicable tone.

In the past, Rogers had done everything he had done to stop the catastrophe from erupting, but this time he took the initiative.

Wherever you go, you will leave traces, and if someone finds some clues in the future, it will definitely increase the risk of Rutgers's exposure.

Like a rolling rock in a mountain, Rogers must gain more and more power quickly and constantly before the crisis reaches a certain point.

Rogers didn't reply immediately, the premise of ascending to gold was to have a firm grasp of the four basic elements, and in addition to that, he also wanted to control the four calamities that symbolized the four elements.

The Ground Plague was just getting started, and when he decided to use the succubus, he had already weighed in on the succubus.

Gathering the four plagues, sacrificing the merits that changed the world and the magical world, and overcoming the fate of the ascension, this is how Rogers prepared for his golden position.

"I'm supposed to be a villain, and of course I have to do something that a villain needs to do to be in line with my identity." Rogus chuckled suddenly, and said playfully back to Alina.

"Don't you care about the notoriety? I remember when someone called you the Demon King at first, you were very indignant, why are you starting to identify with it now? Alina's curiosity was aroused by this reply, and she asked a series of questions.

"We're not talking about one thing." Rogers shook his head slightly and replied, he was lamenting the setting in the plot, but what the other party said was reality, and they couldn't be contacted at all.

"Is it decent to call you a coward these days and constantly provoke you in various newspapers and magazines?" Alina was silent for a moment, then turned her direction tentatively.

"He's just experience, not to the point where he can distinguish between good and bad." Rogers replied without thinking.

"What is the experience? Can he help you grow your strength? Alina frowned slowly, staring straight at Rogers' face in the darkness.

"Go to sleep, I'm going to beat Arkan in the green valley tomorrow." Rogers knew he couldn't explain it, so he turned to the side and turned his back to Alina.

"Perfunctory me?" Alina slowly propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Rogus condescendingly.

"Lie down and sleep, the cold air is coming in, it's uncomfortable." Rogers yawned and urged.

Alina's eyes sank at this, and she lunged straight at Rogers, her hands scratching the tickle on his waist.

"Alia!? What are you doing, Alia! I still have to wake up early! Rogers asked, with an irrepressible smile in his tone.

He knew that the other party would not stop at all, so he immediately turned around and liberated the [Devouring Accumulation Bonus] and began a counterattack, and for a while the bedding was tumbling, and the bed sounded incessantly.

(End of chapter)