After a parched mouth, Edith made sure that Fenna knew her true wisdom, and then straightened her clothes again, and set off for the Big Tree Library satisfied.

During this time, he followed Rogers' instructions and did not mention anything related to his faith, but explained the doctrine in as easy to understand as possible.

He believed that as long as he deduced from this kind of thinking, Fenna would gradually touch the threshold of true faith, and that in the future, when the name of the Triple Greater would spread all over the earth, the other party would immediately wake up to where the ultimate truth could be revealed.

Compared to that hateful heresy, the heretics didn't seem so disgusting.

Thinking about it, Edith's dull mood was relieved a little, and his steps became much easier when he walked.

Fenna, on the other hand, stood still, her eyes revealing a deep dazed and confused look, the breeze brushing her long hair, and the wisps of time passing by her, but unable to live her heart.

"The ......"

Fenna wanted to subconsciously call the gods and start praying, but when the words came to her lips, she could no longer blurt out as before.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, each breath seemed to reconcile the waves in her heart.

After trying to suppress the churning thoughts, she continued to walk towards her original destination.

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The spring light is like a momentary phantom, a cup of tea that brushes the lips and teeth, the breath is striking and elegant, coming and going like the wind, and the ephemeral is elusive.

Rogers has been learning about the fire disaster for several days, so he has sent the old man Jingam back to the side of the Paliv volcano to continue to "assist" Sacresen, so that he can complete some necessary tasks at the necessary time.

In the middle of the day, Addist came to him, and gave a detailed report on his progress in subsidizing the poor in the imperial capital, and kept asking tactfully and reverently when Rogers would give him the power to preach.

Rogers knew that Edith probably had a fighting spirit after seeing Ivan, but he also let the other party continue to wait as always.

After all, the imperial capital is completely different from the remote southern desert, and the chaotic believers are not easy to restrict, and if you are not careful, you may catch fire.

And it doesn't make sense to just gather a group of civilians to believe in him, at least not for him.

"Enlightenment...... What kind of merit is needed to truly transform [Enlightenment Bonus] into a miracle. ”

Rogers sat at his desk, writing his conjectures on paper with a quill in one hand, rubbing the corners of his forehead with the other.

He has mastered the spatial magic spell of short-distance unobstructed teleportation, but the effectiveness of the [Enlightenment Bonus] is still only growing with his teaching, and there is no sign of transformation.

Looking back, he pioneered linguistics, established the Rutgers language, and then created spell magic, as well as the sunset speech and a series of subsequent inventions, which almost made him the starting point and symbol of a new era.

The whole era is transforming because of his words, rushing towards the future in his eyes, and such a meritorious feat still failed to make [Enlightenment Bonus] have more surprising reactions.

On the contrary, only by teaching those little students with their hearts, this kind of insignificant thing can make them fluctuate a little.

"This is the information I put together in the south, and you may be able to use it then." Alina gathered the materials in front of her neatly and pushed them next to Rogers' draft.

"Thank you." Rogers thanked him softly, glanced at it, and put it in the magic book.

Because of all kinds of restrictions, in response to the fire catastrophe, neither he nor Alice can blatantly pass the past, and must hide their identities.

There happen to be two shadow demons, with the help of the vice principal, one pretending to be Alice and the other pretending to be Rogers, which can also play a role in hiding from the world.

When Alina heard about this plan, she did not take the initiative to fight for Alice's position, because she knew that compared to Alice, she could only really help Rogus stop all kinds of accidents that might happen.

And after all, Alice, as a saint, will help Rogers a little more in terms of combat power.

"Tomorrow, right?" Alina asked, staring at Rogers' face.

"It should be, if I really wait for the Pantheon to open the competitive competition, Sacresen's preparations are already complete, and if I want to intervene at that time, it will not be much more difficult, I must go over and pay attention to the movement in advance." Rogers put the pen on the paper and said in a deep voice.

Alina frowned slightly, but she didn't say much, she knew that she couldn't be by Rogers' side all the time.

Coupled with the temptation of Rogers some time ago, she understood Rogers' current state of mind, and also understood that for now, no matter what Alice did, it would never be possible to get a response from Rogers.

But after enduring it for a long time, she finally couldn't help but speak:

"Prepare a piece of paper with the same print, you can tell me any situation, I can also help think of some solutions, and I can also tell you more about the situation in the school, and you can also make decisions about the matters that need to be handled by you.

"You can also tell me about the journey at ordinary times, with our current strength, we don't need to sleep too much, and we can continue to deduce the progress of space magic together at night, after all, what you lack most at present is strength......

Alina said a lot of things, and arranged Rogess's daily actions clearly, and finally she suddenly got up, and let Rogers, who was listening casually, be stunned.

"What's wrong?" Rogers raised his eyes to look at Alina, who looked solemn, and asked curiously.

"I'll go to the Sage Tower to find Alice." Alina said a word, turned and left the desk, and hurried out of the cabin.

"Love is like eating sandwich bread, when it first comes out of the oven, it is hot, left for a long time, and it will become hard, only at the right time, can you eat the warmest and most desirable part, too early or too late."

Lufia held the half of the bread in her hand, and after burping, she sang this sentence with her crumb-stained lips.

Rogers turned his head slowly, staring at Rufia, who seemed to have seen through the fog of everything with her eyes, and had insight into the nature of the whole world.

In addition to the breadcrumbs on the corner of her mouth, there is also a smile, not joy, not sadness, but a kind of calmness and wisdom beyond the ordinary.

"That's a good feeling, and I'll tell her when Alina comes back." Rogers bowed slightly in agreement, and then made his own assessment.

Hearing this, Lufia suddenly became a little at a loss, and her original indifference dissipated, and she hurriedly began to pray to Rogers.

Rogers had no pity for the little princess who seemed to be about to give birth to a tail wagging and begging for mercy, and a sneer appeared on his lips, he wanted to let the other party know what the consequences would be if he casually ridiculed himself as a great sage.

However, when the sun went down, and when Alina returned to the house, Rogers was still soft-hearted and didn't let Rufia suffer the reward she deserved, and just washed up and went to bed as usual.

It was only on this night that his neck was ravaged again, as if Alinor was going to completely coat Rogus with the smell so that he could not wash it off.

As the night faded away, the dawn of dawn slowly shone through the clouds, reflecting the quiet and peaceful sky, and a faint morning light gently sprinkled on the earth, like a dreamlike golden veil.

Rogers looked plain in his linen-knit long sleeves and trousers, but Alina was still smoothing the collar with her hands to make him look more decent.

"Go and get back." Alina waited for her movements to stop, stared at Rogers earnestly, and spoke.

"If it goes well, it won't take long." Rogers replied with a smile.

A few more gossip followed, and finally Rogus rubbed Rufia's floppy blonde hair a few times before turning and stepping out of his dorm.

This time, he didn't go to the White Tower for teleportation, but climbed the Sage Tower for the first time in a long time.

The other teleportation towers connected to the portal tower are guarded by the military, and the identities of those who pass by will be checked, and this time the vice-principal will cast a spell to throw him and Alice to the south.

At the top of the tower, when he saw the little old lady Vice Principal Avery, Rogers leaned over his chest and gave him a standard student salute.

"I don't care what you think about the Fire Calamity, but you just need to make sure that the calamity doesn't spread and is cut off smoothly."

Avery raised his eyes slightly, stared straight at Rogers, and said in a calm tone.

Lately, Alice had been making excuses to delay and not wanting to go, and at first Avery thought that the boy was tired from running around to fight the disaster, so he thought he could take a break.

But it didn't take long for her to realize that it was Rogers who was getting in the way, so she kept delaying.

It seemed to Avery that the Holy Maiden could be influenced by a person to such an extent that her attitude towards calamity could not help but make her angry, but when this person was Rogers, it complicated her feelings a lot.

"Alright, I'm not stupid enough to be that old fellow."

Avery caught a glimpse of Alice's gesture of wanting to explain, paused his wooden staff, and stopped Alice's movements in a tone of hatred.

Then an impatient look appeared on her face, urging Rogers and Alice to put on a hooded cloak that could hide their breath, and with a wave of her hand, she drew a ripple that swept towards them.

Rogers felt as if he was in an upside-down world, space spinning around him.

Every bump, every turn, was like a thump, mercilessly disturbing the fragile balance of his inner ear, and the nausea almost engulfed everything inside him, like a giant beast churning in his belly, provoking bouts of spasms and tremors.

Countless images rush by, everything is quickly thrown behind you, and the loss of focus and vertigo of the line of sight are intertwined, making it impossible to tell whether the front is real or dreamy.

All the senses are violently stimulated, and under this whirling motion sickness, time seems to be extended several times, and every second is an endless torment.

After a few moments, with a pop, Rogers sat down on a piece of sand, and then he put his hands on the ground and instinctively retched a few times.

"Ahem...... Why, why is it so bumpy, it's much more disgusting than the teleportation tower, and the silver can't even be exempted, I thought the vice principal's strength was enough to make us land......"

After coming back to his senses, he couldn't help but start a series of complaints, until he raised his eyes and saw Alice, who looked confused and didn't feel anything unusual, his face became a lot more ugly:

"It seems that the vice principal has a lot of opinions about me."

Alice sat next to Rogers with her legs bent, because she had received a lot of favors from the vice principal, so she couldn't help Rogus say bad things about the vice principal, but silently ran the special gift of the healing department, quickly eliminating the discomfort for Rutgers.

"Use this white paint to paint a few random strokes on the face, a little more, the desert people in the south often wear this kind of makeup, just to help us cover our faces.

"And this white bandana, wrapped like me, it helps to block the sun and shelter from the wind and sand, although we don't have to care, but it is still a little more comfortable."

Rogers took out a jar of paint from the Wizard's Book, applied it to his face a few times, and placed it next to Alice, then took out two turbans and put them on the same way as Professor Alianor did, demonstrating them to Alice.

"Can you put it on for me? Sorry, I didn't learn much just now. After applying her makeup, Alice used magic to dispel the paint on her hands, held her headscarf in both hands, and said slightly apologetically.

"Okay." Rogers looked at Alice deeply, reluctantly posed for her, and quickly put it on.

He then stuffed the paint into the book and took out two large backpacks before putting it away.

He then stood up with his backpack on his back, looked around at the vast sandy area around him, took the map that Alina had prepared from his waist, and followed the sun's position to determine his position.

"Further south is the border territory of the Delik family, and we need to walk a little northwest to get close to the Palifu volcano.

"But this is a trade route, there should be caravans passing by, let's walk on foot first, and try not to use spells.

"If you want to use it, you have to activate the Stealth Bonus without causing too much reaction, after all, we don't know how much mess is gathered in front of us......"

Rogers made all kinds of advice to Alice, who was carrying her bags, but there was only a soft smile in the other party's eyes, and I don't know if she listened to it.

"Why do you look so stupid, like Rufia?"

He frowned slightly and opened his mouth to complain.

"The little princess will definitely be upset to hear this." Alice tried to make herself more serious, and reminded herself.

Rogers wanted to take a casual reply, but the next second he looked at the dust in the distance that had been kicked up by several gallops, and it was coming straight at him and Alice.

In a few moments, a dozen men on horseback, dressed in dark robes peculiar to desert peoples, with turbans on their heads, and white patterns on their faces, came up to the two of them.

"Yo, it's pretty white, are you separated from the caravan?"

The leader licked the corners of his dry mouth, looked at Rogers and Alice incessantly, and at the same time slowly pulled out the shiny scimitar behind his back, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Lucky mercy, let you meet Uncle Ben, obedient, if you can make me happy, maybe you will give you some water for the water bladder, otherwise ......"

As the words fell, he made the scimitar in his hand cut through an arc, and the meaning was self-evident.

(End of chapter)

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