At the beginning of the school year, when Rogers returned to St. Herte, he left Brad with a seemingly endless carnival.

Because Rutgers had instructed Earl Braider to buy the Magic Crystal Mine a long time ago, more than half of the Magic Crystal Ore veins in the East are currently in the hands of the Breed family, coupled with the energy revolution brought by Rutgers, the price of the Crystal Mine has risen wildly, causing the Breed family to instantly grasp an unimaginable amount of wealth.

With the blessing of the Central Bank of the East, the bargaining power of some of the magic crystal mines is gradually converging in the hands of the Braiders.

And Earl Braider also took advantage of this to announce that he would inject a steady stream of funds into the research and development projects of the magic industry.

The school, built not far from the Municipal Square of Breeder, is also officially named "Rogers Academy", it is not like St. Helte or similar to the school of the Three Sages, which only teaches and develops magic, but openly raises mundane knowledge and invention to the same status as magic, and encourages all inventors to combine mundane things with magic.

Once a new invention appears, you will receive a large bonus that you will have to worry about for a lifetime, regardless of whether you can make a profit immediately or not.

This award was also officially named the Rutgers Award by Earl Braid.

The glory of history, the wealth that ordinary people can't reach, and the exchange of many cutting-edge knowledge have made batches of talents come one after another and keep running to that unprecedented ideal township.

The nobles who generously harvested the towns also added a handful of dry wood to the carnival in due course, so as to find their place in it.

But the great St. Herte was unfazed by the turmoil of the world, and Rogers could only glimpse the many changes in the outside world from newspapers and letterheads.

"My mom is angry at you for avoiding her."

Lufia sat on the couch in the Rutgers Club office, reading the letter and talking to Rogers, who was reading the newspaper next to her.

Rogers didn't reply, just shrugged his shoulders slightly in feigned helplessness, and then turned his attention to the headlines of the new issue.

The content of the Pantheon is that in response to the increasing appearance of calamities, the Pantheon took the initiative to hold a grand sacrifice to the gods of the Creation Mountain, and one of the gods responded by choosing a pious person to be its agent.

"The Substitute of the Judgment - Andy Pat, this name is really loud, but are you too loose in the Creation Mountain, when the Bottomless Pit and the Abyss of Disorder have elected the Holy Son, they actually just made a substitute to go out."

Rogers read the various praises of Andy Pat in the article and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Under normal circumstances, only the gods of the bottomless pit and the abyss of disorder will have a very small probability of actively watching the present world, and the only way for ordinary believers to get a response from the gods is to pay the price and hold a ritual to attract the eyes of the gods.

"Maybe it's because we've already been blessed by the world, so they don't care too much about this mess, and besides, we're just mortals, and we can't completely guess what the gods think."

Alina glanced sideways at the contents of the newspaper and continued to hold the magic book in her arms, studying the profound spiritual knowledge related to space.

"That's right."

Rogers bowed his head in agreement, and at that moment, the badge in the sleeve pocket of his uniform vibrated slightly, and when he picked it up, he understood the message from Professor Idrull.

After the opening ceremony, he took the strange blood from Alkan that he had collected to Idrul and asked him to help study it.

Unsurprisingly, Idrul concluded that the blood came from a vampire and that it contained an instinctive urge to transform a being named "Rogeth Breed" into a vampire.

It's okay to be targeted by the royal family, why are dark creatures also coming?

Rogers raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his forehead, thinking back to the only vampire he had ever encountered in his life.

Then he looked at the person who had executed the ruling in the newspaper and let out a light breath.

As noon approached, the blue of the sky became deeper and more vibrant, and the chatter of the students could be heard through the office window.

Today is the first lesson of the school year, and Aldley, as the first-year class teacher, seems to have awakened a sense of crisis, and asks him to teach this class, so he turns Rogers away.

"Derick should be here soon, let's go down and have a barbecue." Rogers put down most of the books, looked out the window at the sky, stretched his arms, got up and said to the two people next to him.

Although it is rare to see snowflakes fall now, the climate is still very cold, there is not much feeling of warming, and even the sun in the sky has become a lot colder.

After Rogers went downstairs, he listened to the sound of the master, smiled at the young students who were constantly noisy around him, and patiently helped Tutor Aldre say good things, saying that although the other party's class was a bit old-fashioned, harsh, boring and boring, he was a good person after all.

"Master! This is a slate carved out of my holiday! I haven't even seen Professor Kuli yet!

"I simply linked your 'Rogus Language' to a lot of occult words, and then used some enchantment techniques to engrave your Jade Record!"

Little Swordsman's friend Goruel pulled out a small stone slab from under his uniform, squeezed through several people in a hurry, rushed to Rogers, and handed it over with anticipation.

After Rogers took the gray slate in his hand, he felt that it was much heavier than it looked, and the most traditional "Rogus language" was engraved on the slate, and when he slowly crossed the magic power, the four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire also surged, and even made him faintly aware of some feelings related to time and space.

"Did you do it alone?"

A little surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked seriously at the brown-haired boy in front of him and asked out loud.

"I did the production process by myself, but I wouldn't have been able to do it without the guidance of my master and Professor Kuli."

Goroel carefully observed Rogess's expression, and when he saw the surprise in his master's eyes, his face showed the pride peculiar to a young man, and he rubbed his fingers across his nose and replied with a bright smile.

"You have the potential to become a sage." Rogers reached out and patted Gorow's shoulder and commented solemnly.

He had long recognized Goral's unusual talents, otherwise he would not have recommended them to Professor Kuli, but the appearance of this stone tablet made Gozol's value in his heart more than a notch.

Gorol opened his mouth slightly, staring at Rogers in a daze, he never thought that he would be so highly recognized and praised by Rogers, and his face even unconsciously flushed with shyness.

Then excitement and pride came to his cheeks, and he swept his head high over his companions, and the show in his expression was palpable.

Little Sword Saint Ruka pursed the corners of his lips slightly when he heard this, although he hoped that his best friend could achieve certain achievements, but such a high achievement made him instinctively unhappy in his heart, especially when Rogers made a high praise.

After watching Rogers hand the slate back to Goroor, he hurriedly squeezed beside Gorole, interrupting the other party's desire to continue asking for praise, and instead asked Rogers with adoration:

"Master! Master! I've heard that you expelled a catastrophe during your winter break, right? How are you recovering from your injuries now? Can you tell us about how you solved the disaster? ”

"It's just some turmoil, it's not something to boast about." Rogers shook his head slightly, not wanting to talk too much about it.

"This matter was not done by my father, don't be fooled by those rumors." Illyath clenched her palms, and when she heard the topic, she said behind Gorol with a complicated face.

"It's okay, no matter what happens, you are my cherished student, don't bring the disturbances of the outside world to the academy." Rogers smiled, and when he saw Drake coming, he patted his hands:

"Alright, it's time to eat, let me and Delick prepare a long-awaited barbecue."

After that, there was not much to mention, and everyone enjoyed the skewers as usual, until the afternoon class time came, and the young students returned to the spiral tower in unison.

The only thing worth mentioning is that the little priest Miara said that the Substitute of the Judgment had arrived in St. Herte, ready to join the Holy Maiden and help in the event of a sudden calamity.

Rogers just nodded casually at this, he didn't have much thought about this agent, the people gathered around him, which one had no blessing and background, a agent was really not worth mentioning.

The sun slowly sinks, and the color of the sky gradually darkens, casting the last rays of afterglow on the earth.

Alice also arrived in the club's office at this time, and because of Rogers's request, she had left the regular course and devoted herself to following the vice principal to improve her magic skills in order to increase her strength at a faster rate.

Just as the four of them were sitting on the couch together, enjoying the apple pie brought by Alice, there was a sudden knock on the door.

After Rogers magically pulled the door open, a young man in a white robe, fluttering clothes, neatly combed back of his head with yellow-brown hair, and eyes as green as a pool, seemed to be only slightly older than Rogers, and stepped into the house.

"My name is Andy Pat, the Substitute of the Adjudication."

Andy Pat tilted his head slightly, holding his head high, as if supporting some kind of transcendent posture and calm aura.

He leaned over, and after his eyes swept over a few people, he looked straight at Alice sitting on the sofa, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked straight to the opposite side of Alice, and invited through the low table:

"I have come by oracle in the hope that the Holy Maiden will take the opportunity to discuss something with me about the future."

Alice frowned slightly, and looked sideways at Rogers beside her, with an inquiring meaning in her eyes.

Andy Pat frowned when he saw this, and he was a little dissatisfied with the gesture shown by the saint.

"Your tone is so strange, my father was not as upright as you when he was pretending to be at a banquet, or did he have some kind of problem with his voice and had to speak like this?"

Rufia, who was on the edge of the sofa, swallowed the food in her mouth, looked at Andy Pat in front of her curiously, and asked in a sincere tone.

"Are you strong?" Alina stared at Andy Pat, she didn't take a sip of the apple pie on the table in front of her, and she was still upset with the "apple pie" that Alice had deliberately brought, and Andy Pat's appearance exacerbated her irritability.

"I am a substitute chosen by the gods, blessed like the saints." Andy Pat took a deep breath, lightened his tone, and tried to squeeze out a gentle smile.

"Don't be so hostile to the Acting Person, the bad guy represents the will of the gods, and you have to give people some decency." Rogers tugged at Aliana's sleeve and said to Andy Pat with a smile:

"You should be able to see that we're having dinner right now, could you please wait a moment if you can?"

"Yes, you wait." Alice immediately chimed in.

Seeing this, Andy Pat's chest couldn't help but rise and fall slightly, and the gentleness on his face that he had tried to maintain became difficult to maintain.

When he first arrived at St. Herte, whether it was the mentor who received him or the third prince who invited him to talk, neither of them was polite and sincere.

But when he got here, no one seemed to take him seriously.

The saint is just a saint, the princess who has no etiquette and the white-haired student are both girls, and they don't need to worry about it according to etiquette.

But why did this Rogers let him stand and wait for them to finish eating, and the even more excessive saint actually agreed.

"Rogeth Breed, I've heard many rumors about you, and I'm impressed by your expulsion of the Calamity, but I don't need your work anymore, just leave it to me and the Holy Maiden.

"With the power of the world's and gods' favor, we can definitely protect ourselves, not only to expel calamity, but also to defeat it completely."

Andy Pat weighed his words, still didn't want to lose his dignity in front of the saint, and his words kept revealing his particularity, hoping to exchange this for the saint's respect for him.

He felt that the Holy Maiden would rely on Rogus so much because the other party had extraordinary wisdom and extraordinary merits, but these things were insignificant when the divine grace came into the world.

Rogers glanced at Andy Patter imperceptibly, the person of this agent did not have the feeling of gold, although the other party may have the ability to temporarily confront the weak gold by relying on blessing, but the catastrophe cannot be uprooted by this strength alone.

Whether it was the second prince or the two small sacrifices he met later, he had a sense of superiority when he first saw him, and he didn't know if the clergy were all virtuous.

Seeing that the saint did not react to his words, Andy Pat continued to try to steady his breath, and with a decent smile on his face, he walked around the low table and slowly walked to the sofa, and when he was about to sit down beside the saint, he was greeted with an extremely disgusted admonition.

"Go away, go away, this is not a place for you to sit, even Delick won't take the initiative to sit here."

Alice was chewing on the apple pie, and when she saw that Andy Pat was about to sit down, she hurriedly waved her hand to drive away.

Andy Pat's face suddenly turned red when he heard this, and he felt that he really couldn't hold it anymore.

(End of chapter)