The dignity of the prophet is not weaker than that of the saints to some extent, and even more respected than the saints.

Because the role of the saint is only to maintain the stability and peace of the world, and there are too many things that the prophet can influence.

So, in the same way, for the prophets, many in power have more jealousy and fear than honor.

This fear transcends factions and estrangements, antagonisms and contradictions, and if they could, even if they accepted the birth of the Demon King, they would not be willing to let the prophet appear on this land where the gods had long since left.

Rogers stared at the old priest Herb calmly, not shying away from the other's scrutiny.

"Leave it to us here, presumably the saint is also tired, please rest."

Herb stroked his beard and turned to look at Alice, as if he was not expecting an answer, but just speaking the usual words.

After a brief exchange, Rogers and Alice left Rawa City, informed Vice Chancellor Avery of the Arey, and they were taken back to St. Herthe.

The breath of late spring is gradually dissipating, and early summer has quietly arrived.

The foliage of the trees in the school gradually became thicker, the green covered the entire branch, the breeze blew by, making a refreshing rustling sound, and the cicadas among the trees were high-pitched and continuous, as if announcing the change of seasons.

In the early morning, the sun slowly rises and the breeze blows through the wooden windows, bringing a touch of coolness.

"Don't worry, it will all dissipate soon." Rogers looked at Alina, who was frowning beside him, and whispered reassuringly.

Alina was holding a copy of the Imperial Capital Newspaper, and the headline of the newspaper was a series of speculations about whether there was a prophet in the shadow of the Holy Maiden.

Among them, the most discussed is Rogers, who has a close relationship with the saint and is the most popular.

"So you've made up your mind?" Alina gently placed the newspaper on the table, looked sideways at Rogers' relaxed expression, and asked softly.

"In fact, as time goes by, many things are no longer about whether I should make up my mind or not, but I have to do it this way.

"The magic energy mine that my family acquired in advance has brought countless riches, and my patents are constantly increasing, absorbing the benefits of many people.

"Looking at the history books, I am also a rare guy, as a great nobleman, I will definitely ascend to the position of a sage.

"The gaze on me will become more and more dazzling, and they will definitely want to look through everything about me and find out what they want secret, and I happen to be the one who can't dig too deep.

"This so-called prophet is just a warning before a storm."

Rogers shrugged slightly, his eyes filled with a detailed explanation of the magic of spells, how to make a wand, and a stack of annotated manuscripts.

With the Three Sages School settled and the Magical Academic Community Council officially established, Rogers also intends to release the knowledge he has promised, and at the same time step up the rapid spread of this knowledge through the Demon Community.

Among the four foundational symbolic calamities, he lacks only the calamity of the wind, and before he collects the four calamities and ascends, he wants to leave as many traces as possible in this world so that he can ascend higher at that time.

"I'll go to the Big Tree Library, and you can help me sort out these things into a book and publish them as soon as possible." Rogers pushed the manuscript to Alina, patting the other man on the shoulder.

Then he put on his trench coat and his cane, and walked out of the hut towards the center of the dormitory.

When he reached the door of the tree cave in the Great Tree Library, Edith, who was kneeling beside the stone tablet, opened his eyes and came to Rogus on his knees for the first time, stopping him in his path.

"Praise be to you! Please forgive my offense, and this time I would like to offer you a gift of your wisdom! ”

Edith first reverently stroked his chest and chanted, then he took a stack of papers from his sleeve pocket and placed them in front of Rogers with both hands.

"A congratulatory gift from my wisdom?" Rogers took the paper with a puzzled look, and from the initial slight reading, he slowly gathered his mind.

After the definition of basic linguistics proposed by Rutgers, Edith also extended the theory of the threefold function of linguistic signs: arbitrariness, rationality, and likeness.

And in the instrumental model of symbolism, it is also proposed that there are at least three elements of a relationship, namely, the speaker, the listener, and the thing.

Rogers finished flipping through the manuscript and looked down at Edith with an expectant face, surprised by this.

He didn't expect that the other party, after Ivan's stimulation, would be able to realize such a point in the concept of language and symbolism.

The principle of abstract correlation written by Edith is very similar to that of Karbil, and there are indeed many theories of Karbil in the sacrifice of Rogers' ascension.

I don't know whether the other party's achievement depends on Rutgers's blessing and enlightenment, or whether it is mostly self-deduced.

"This is indeed a good gift, you can refine it in the future and publish it yourself." Rogers handed the paper back to Edith and said encouragingly.

Edith looked at Rogers without any joy on his face, as if he had already understood these theories, and his face instantly stiffened a lot.

His body suddenly trembled, and he suddenly realized what a stupid thing he had done.

With the wisdom of the Triple Great, these achievements in his hands are insignificant footnotes, and it is too arrogant and disrespectful for him to want to gain the favor and admiration of the Great!

"During the summer, I will hand over my patent rights to you, and then you will use the money from the patent to establish and expand the foundation to support the opening of schools throughout the empire."

Rogers didn't care about Edith's mood, but calmly said what he was in.

In the praise of the other party, he stepped into the Big Tree Library and went to the ancient books area on the third floor, which contained many myths and epics.

Huge wooden bookshelves line the perimeter, filled with old scrolls that have been preserved for centuries, some yellowed and with broken corners.

He focused on the beginning and description of the god of wisdom in order to better understand the symbolic nature of the ascension ceremony of St. Herthe.

After all, when he ascended to the gold, it would definitely not be possible to wait until the school organized the secret ceremony, everything needed his own planning.

"A grand ending always needs the support of a carnival."

When an old man saw Rogers pick up "The Funeral and Rebirth of Wisdom", he sighed lightly, and said in a low and vicissitudes of life.

Rogers looked back and saw that the other party was dressed in linen, with a rickety figure and hands behind his back.

The old man's hair was as white as silver, neatly combed, clean, and his eyes were deep and bright, revealing a kind of calm.

There was a kind smile in his slightly furrowed brows, and his eyes contained a peaceful and serene atmosphere, which made Rogers, who was subconsciously on guard, unconsciously calm down.

Before the other party appeared, Rogers didn't notice it in the slightest, and the aura exuded by the other party was also very quiet, even a little plain like an ordinary person.

But how could the person who could appear silently in the Big Tree Library be an ordinary person.

"I used to be the caretaker here, and I read all the books in the library, but now I have added a lot, especially your explanation of language and symbolism, which I love." The old man looked up at the bookshelf and spoke unhurriedly in a calm tone.

In the history of the school, the Big Tree Library of Hilmy College was erected with the establishment of the college, and the first librarian here was the great sage Hilmy himself.

Later, there are also records of Hilmi serving as the headmaster of St. Herte, and the outside world has been speculating that the headmaster of St. Herte may have not changed since Hilmy.

Rogers looked at the old man beside him, and for a moment he didn't know what to say or do.

But for some reason, the other party didn't make him feel the slightest pressure, as if he was facing a gentle elder.

"With your intellect, as long as you have enough time, you are enough to lead the entire magical world to a higher level, and such an achievement, not to mention the opening of an academy, even to be the headmaster of St. Herte."

The old man looked back at Rogers as he spoke, and his words did not seem to be statements, but with a hint of inquiry.

[Inform! The gods of the bottomless pit cast their eyes on it. 】

The old man's brow moved slightly, his eyes filled with curiosity, and he continued to look up at the top of Rogers' head.

"Gods? Creation Mountain? Or is it something else...... I didn't expect Avery to guess correctly, this kid is really a prophet. ”

The old man observed Rogers carefully, and said in a calm tone, with a hint of regret: "It's a pity, I thought you could replace me, but this is not necessarily a bad thing, take it, you are more suitable to watch it." ”

The old man took out an unnamed book from his wide cuffs, stuffed it into the arms of the heart-pounding Rogers, and then walked around the bookshelf, leaving no breath behind.

Trying to calm his complicated mind, Rogers searched for a few more tomes in the library, and when he was almost complete, he left the Big Tree Library and prepared to walk back to his dormitory.

[Inform! The task "Scheduled Sorting" has been published. 】

[Name:Timing Sorting]

【Publisher:Gods of the Bottomless Pit】

[Contents: Before the autumn comes, please help many devout believers to preside over the timed rituals.] 】

[Reward: Enhancement of Time-Traveling Bonus]

[Punishment: None]

[Notes: The gods of the Bottomless Pit expect you to complete a wonderful sacrificial ritual.] 】

【Please select whether or not to accept it】

The sudden pop-up prompt made Rogers slightly stunned when he walked, and without too much hesitation, he immediately chose to accept.

When the gods withdrew their gaze in satisfaction, Rogers returned to his cabin, and he laid out the books, focusing on the nameless ancient book that the old man had given him.

The paper texture of this book is delicate and tough, as if it was made of parchment, bathed in sunlight and reflecting a faint golden hue, and the delicate texture and warm texture of the paper can be felt when the fingertips touch the paper lightly.

Every page of the ancient book is covered with ancient ink, and the mottled brushstrokes record a lot of mythological knowledge that Rogers had never seen, focusing on the merits of the wise gods sacrificing themselves in order to give wisdom to the gods and all the spirits of the world, as well as a brief description of some related rituals.

"Where did you get this book?!" Alina huddled beside Rogers, staring straight at the nameless tome, her lips slightly open, her expression showing surprise and shock, and a look of wonder on her face.

"When I went to the Big Tree Library just now, I seemed to see Hilmy." Rogersmo rubbed the texture of the book and spoke in an inexplicable and complicated tone.

"Hilmy? Which Hilmy? Do you mean ......?" asked Alina, taking a deep breath and tentatively.

"That's right, it should be the Hilmy Academy that established the founding four academies, and is known as the Great Sage." Rogers shrugged back.

Shirmmy himself never appears in the game's story from start to finish, and until he has played all the main story, side quests, and DLC, he doesn't know who St. Herte's headmaster really is.

"Wow! Are you sure?! Did he say anything to you other than give you this book? Are you being taken in as an apprentice?! ”

Rufia jumped up from her stool and came up behind Rogers with excitement, her two little hands grasping his shoulders and swaying in a high-pitched voice.

"No, he didn't say anything about taking me as an apprentice, but he seems to have asked me if I wanted to be the headmaster of St. Herthe."

Rogers raised his hand and gently picked his chin, and said something in a rather flat tone that made both Alina and Rufia stunned.

"But that's what he asked, and he didn't show any idea of what he wanted me to do after that, so you don't have to think about it."

He raised his hand and flicked Rufia's forehead, signaling for the other man's hand not to grip so tightly.

Rogers was extremely surprised to meet Hilmy, but at the same time, he didn't seem to be so surprised.

It's just that he can't help but wonder why it was at this time period, when he picked up "The Funeral and Rebirth of Wisdom".

Could it be that the other party saw that he wanted to break away from the world through the ritual, so he deliberately showed up? But why do they give themselves such a big gift after rejecting this idea because they don't want to be tainted with the prophets and gods?

As Rogers flipped through it, his doubts grew, for as long as he studied the wordless book diligently, he was even sure that he would be able to reproduce the ascent ceremony that was not much different from St. Herte's, but only slightly inferior.

Later, under the repeated questioning of Alina and Rufia, he carefully recounted his experience in the library, and it was not until he satisfied the two of them that he put aside the messy speculation, calmed his mind, and began to study carefully.

"A grand ending always needs the support of the carnival......"

Rogers chewed on Hilmy's words and began to think about what kind of his funeral could turn into.

(End of chapter)