In the club's office, Rogers sits behind a rustic wooden desk with a few books spread out and scattered papers.

He sat upright in his chair, quill in hand, and fell into deep thought, contemplating intently the knowledge of his past life that needed to be described and organized.

Drake, who sat across from him, stared at him intently, with a look of concern and concern in his expression.

After a long silence, Derick asked in a dry tone, "Why do you have to die?" And within this year......"

Rogers frowned slightly, his expression was deep, and his whole person seemed to be infected by a thinking power, and when he heard Delrick's question, he chuckled helplessly on his face, and explained again:

"Because of my merits, there are more and more people in the world who want me to die, not to mention the royal family and the Three Sages School, and the number of people who have offended me by proposing the "New Bill for the Protection of the People" and the "Anti-Monopoly Law" proposed to the eldest prince.

"What's more, my patent rights have been plundering everyone's goods all the time, and now I am gradually being branded as a prophet."

As he spoke, he looked sideways out the window, listening to the frolic of the young students with a hint of a smile on his face.

The smile was quiet, just natural and real on his face, like a breeze blowing.

"Derrick, whoever seeks true and lasting glory will give up worldly glory, and even more so I will be resurrected after death, but in a different form.

"But this face will be more hateful to the world, and all who are righteous will regard me as their enemy, and whoever has the will will will take me as their righteous path.

"You are deeply favored by me in the academy, and no one does not regard you as my eagle dog, I ask you again, are you still willing to continue to follow me, and continue to be associated with notoriety and crisis?"

Rogers' gaze looked back at Delrick, and he waited peacefully for his answer, with patience and trust.

As the room gradually became quiet, Delrick glanced sideways at the window not far away, and then at Rogers, and his tone brought a thick smile:

"I've answered this answer many times, and I always do."

He slowly rose from his seat, with a lightness of relief in his movements, leaned over his chest and bowed to Rogers, and went about his usual business.

As time passed, Rogers still copied and sorted out Newton's "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy", but he did not write the third volume of "On the Motion of the Universe", and added a lot of calculus exploration to it.

When he was almost done, he stretched out his arms, made a comfortable chest extension, got up and went to the low table in front of the sofa, wrapped a small pastry in magic and threw it into his mouth.

"Delick and Miara have been getting along very well lately, and the question he just asked should be thinking about what will happen after the two will be separated."

Alice on the sofa raised her head slightly, her eyes revealed an indescribable emotion, and in that subtle light, it seemed to silently tell the deep emotions and longings in her heart.

When she came to the club early this morning, she had heard about Rogge's plan to fake her death, and her mind didn't fluctuate too much at that time.

Because of too much foreshadowing some time ago, coupled with various speculations during the period, Rogers's plans were not too surprising to her.

It's just that after Rogers fakes his death, she will definitely not be able to stay by Rogers' side anymore, and Alina, who has always been by Rogers' side, will definitely follow Rogers' footsteps desperately.

Even the little princess who doesn't have a strong sense of existence is estimated to be hidden with Rogers.

"The curtain often ends for the next time to be able to make a better appearance, and the time is long in the future, and there is no need to worry about this moment.

"But their identities are a little awkward, and it should be quite delicate when they meet again, which is why I wanted to inform Derick about this early, I don't want him to carry too much burden with me."

Rogers swallowed the chewed pastry into his stomach, looked at Alice with a complicated expression, and said slowly.

Alice let out a long breath of turbidity, and nodded slowly with a slightly heavy expression.

Rogers didn't say anything to reassure Alice, he knew that too much comfort would only bring more weight to some things.

Then he saw that it was getting dark outside the window, so he went downstairs to the club and prepared a barbecue with Dellick.

On the expansive green meadows, steaming barbecue tables are filled with ingredients and enticing aromas of meat skewers, vegetables and seafood.

Everyone sat around the barbecue table, some were busy roasting delicious food, and some were tasting the delicacies that had been roasted, full of laughter and laughter.

It wasn't until Rogers opened his mouth that he might no longer substitute for the class, which made many young students stunned in disbelief.

The Inspiration Bonus had become a miracle, and the lessons that had been given to give rise to the Bonus were of little value to Rutgers.

A heavy and silent atmosphere gradually filled the air, and everyone couldn't help but stop what they were doing, their eyes meeting each other, their hearts full of worry and confusion.

All kinds of subtle emotions and thoughts intertwined in the air, laughter and laughter were drowned out by this sudden silence, and many people fell into helplessness and confusion.

"Master, did we not do a good job and make you angry?"

Little Sword Saint Ruka raised his hand to wipe the greasy corners of his mouth, and took the lead in cautiously asking questions.

"No, it's just that in the face of more powerful and frequent disasters, I have to focus on my strength as much as possible, and there are still a lot of external affairs that I need to deal with personally, and time is becoming more and more important for me, and I can't take care of the course." Rogers smiled and shook his head slightly to reassure.

Later, Gorol and Valedia the Dragonborn next to Ruka expressed their regret and regret, and it wasn't until Rogers said that he would occasionally appear in the club to teach them, and they were a little bit more disappointed.

Later, Rutgers gave Ruka, Goror, and Viledia a copy of his own thoughts and practice directions for them, and taught them one by one for a long time.

The white clouds in the sky float leisurely, gently brushing the distant sky, and the sun slowly slanted to the west, and the glow fell on the shadows of the trees and people, taking away the hustle and bustle of the day.

As the summer deepens, the climate becomes hot and dry, as if under an invisible flame cover, the air is filled with the breath of summer heat, and refreshing coolness has become a scarce luxury.

The breeze thinned out and didn't seem to bring any coolness, but rather like a heat wave blowing from a volcanic crater, making people feel heavy.

The hot sun makes people look for shade and cool places to try to withstand the scorching temperatures outside.

Unlike the lazy and tired people who become tired from the summer, Rogers continues to publish to the world of magic and secular science.

In the ecstasy of many scholars, there was also a constant cheer that the sage had been born, and along with this cry, there was an intensifying discussion of whether Rogers was a prophet or not.

While the crowd likes to create great things, they also have a throbbing desire to destroy great things, even in another world, there is not much difference.

So the overwhelming, noise-driven against Rogers' private morality also rose along with the fame.

All the "evil deeds" that Rogers had held in the past and the strife in which he had participated were unearthed, and people praised him, people spat on him, people worshipped him, and people hated him.

The despicable and shameless prophet, the source of evil that breeds conspiracy, and the inferior sage with supreme intellect, all kinds of names came to the face, and for a time completely overshadowed the limelight of the saint.

"They have been blessed by you......"

In the cabin dormitory, Alina sat at her desk, clutching a newspaper that was all about talking about or denigrating Rutgers, her knuckles slightly white, and she frowned in dissatisfaction.

"People's greed is like a rolling stone in a mountain, there is nothing to worry about, not to mention the reason why I signaled to my father that there is no need to interfere."

Rogers lifted his teacup, took a sip of warm black tea, and replied nonchalantly.

Then he continued to bow his head and study the wordless book that Hilmi had given him, and now he had no need to use it to refine the rituals, but only to feel the ancient verses and savor the path of the god of wisdom.

At the time of the primordial creation, there was no light or darkness, no order and no chaos, and all the gods had was eternal instincts, in which only the wise gods gained wisdom.

The God of Wisdom at that time was extremely lonely and lonely, and He showed his wisdom to the gods, teaching them order and chaos.

But what the God of Wisdom gave in exchange for all was the numbness of the gods, the long loneliness that enveloped Him, and gradually He understood that existence precedes everything, and that thinking must be born of subjectivity.

In the same way, he saw the future and his own merits in dividing the authority of the gods.

For this reason, He did not hesitate to begin the first sacrifice, sacrificing His own essence so that everything after that would be honored.

"He who makes a name for thousands of things will exist in all things."

Rogers' fingertips slid over the phrase that made his mind flutter, muttering in a low voice.

"Are we going back to the East this time? Or are you going to go around giving presentations first? Alina asked softly as she glanced sideways at Rogers.

"Let's go home and get together with my parents." Rogers closed the nameless tome and spoke.

……

The blazing sun is shining, and St. Helte also ushered in a regular graduation ceremony and a graduation season ceremony for each grade.

At the time of the ceremony, Rogers did not stand among the second-year students, but sat on the podium in the Great Hall with his instructors, a recognition of St. Herte's long-standing teaching achievements.

During the feast, he was surrounded by Idrul, Alana, Kuli and other deans and professors, and while listening to their admiration and discussion, he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart.

After pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Rogus returned to the dormitory, packed up, and climbed the teleportation tower the next day, and entered the teleportation array returning to the east.

The light shone brightly, and the scene shifted, and Rogers, accompanied by Alina and Alice, got into the carriage escorting them back to the Earl's Court.

In the car, Alice remembered the stack of papers that Rogers handed her, showing the locations of various calamities that could erupt, as well as the characteristics and weaknesses of those calamities.

After she slowly folded it into the silver ring, she couldn't help but ask Rogers, "You foresaw these for yourself?" Are you really a prophet? ”

Originally, she thought that Alina, who had the power of fate, might be a prophet, and many of Rogers' foresight plans were the result of Alina's assistance.

But this incomparably rich information can't help but make Alice have irrepressible questions.

"If you think this is a prophet, then I can probably be called a prophet in a way."

Rogers rested his elbows on the edge of the window, his chin resting on his palm, looking out the window at the familiar eastern landscape, and replied in a casual tone.

He found that once he made up his mind to die publicly, many of the things he cared about became less important. He could already foresee how awe and fear the world would be when he was alive, and how high the world would be able to hold him up after his death.

"When are we going to deal with the Wind Plague?" Alice was silent for a moment, and continued to ask.

She could vaguely guess that when the Wind Catastrophe arrived, it would be the day when she and Rogers would be separated for a short time.

"It's almost there, just a few more things to finalize, maybe before the end of summer, maybe in autumn, in short, it shouldn't be delayed until winter."

Rogers took his gaze, turned to look at Alice beside him, and said with a smile: "The short separation is for a better meeting, and we can always keep in touch in the middle, maybe I still need your help in many things in the future, I don't have to be so heavy all the time, and it's not a real parting of life and death." ”

"I know." Alice responded with a glutinous bow, but didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, there was a noticeable jolt and pause in the carriage, and Rogers removed the noise barrier and looked out the window in confusion, only to see the head of the knight Recus, riding a tall horse and wearing shining armor, driving his horse to the window.

The other party's brows were tightly locked, and his eyes revealed a kind of contradiction and entanglement, as if he was weighing important decisions and responsibilities.

It was also at this moment that Aliana suddenly grabbed Rogers' palm, and her eyes overflowed with obvious reminders.

And Alice also seemed to sense something was wrong from her instincts, and her expression became wary.

"Is there anything you can do?" Rogers patted the back of Aliana's hand, signaling that there was nothing to worry about.

He now has the strength to fight against gold, and Captain Rekus, whether in his memory or the aura he exudes at this moment, is only the pinnacle of the silver rank.

"Young Master, do you really have the ability to glimpse the future, as the rumors say?" Captain Rekus's long, crimson curls fluttered in the wind, and his eyes flickered with hesitation under his thick eyebrows, and he asked in a stiff tone.

[Inform! Lykus, under the pressure of the Godbound Pact, passively used a spell on you, Lie Detection. 】

(End of chapter)