Rogers didn't know why they were so energetic, like two predators fighting for territory.

The movements of the two girls were light and vigorous, their eyes were extremely determined, and their long and silky hair fluttered in the battle, as if they could never stop and never die.

However, under them, Rogers, who carried this battle, did not have much of a sense of taste.

He had to dodge the soft feet that would suddenly come at some point, and he had to move his body to prevent being suffocated by the press.

In addition to these unpleasant feelings, he could sense in the lines of the nightgown taut by the various movements that Alina seemed to be developing well, at least a little bigger than it looked.

Recalling the feeling he inadvertently caught when he was woken up for the first time, he unconsciously felt the passage of time.

Although it seems to be a lot worse than the Holy Maiden.

"What's that?"

When the two girls wrestled with each other's hands, trying to push each other away from Rogers, Alice suddenly looked at her in confusion.

There was Rogeth's lower abdomen, and Aliana's leg was pressing against a distinctly vertical bulge.

Alina was puzzled for a moment, and then her cheeks turned red, and her earlobes turned into pink cherry blossom petals.

"Don't make a fuss, I need to go to the bathroom."

Taking advantage of the two of them's distraction, Rogers stepped forward to push them aside, then rolled over and got out of bed with his hands, and walked quickly into the bathroom with cotton slippers.

"A magic wand developed with Professor Curry? Or is it some other magic item? Does he always take his research with him when he sleeps?

"I didn't expect him to be so attentive, and I'm still making trouble for him now......"

Alice's brows furrowed slightly, her lips pursed, thinking of the serious expression on Rogus before leaving, and her lowered eyes could no longer hide the guilt in her heart.

"You ......" Alina looked at the self-reproachful face reflected in the light with a little surprise, and suddenly noticed that the fierce rival in front of her seemed to be much simpler than Rufia, and it seemed that her sincerity and indignation were a little funny.

"Did I guess wrong?" Alice's intuition instantly sensed this extremely obvious abnormality, and she suddenly looked up at Alina, and the guilt in her eyes faded into a deep confusion.

"Sleep well, Rogers is tired."

Alina wanted to continue to guide the other party and let the other party stop a little, but she was afraid that it would be self-defeating, so she sneered and sneered, and didn't say anything more.

More than half an hour later, Rogers slowly walked out of the bathroom with his pants lifted and a solemn look like a sage.

"It is the inherent tragedy of all mankind that the ethics of society can never keep up with the natural pleasure that society has."

He climbed onto the big bed, his eyes swept over the two girls who were still sitting in the bed, who had no intention of lying down, and said with heartfelt emotion in an indifferent and wise tone.

Alice opened her mouth to say something when she heard this, but in the end, her eyes were slightly lowered by the guilt that did not retreat: "I'm sorry, I won't delay your time by clashing with her like this again." ”

"It's okay."

Rogers waved his hand generously, got into the bed and let out a long yawn, and flicked his fingers to extinguish the crystal chandelier.

As both girls lay silently on either side of him, Rogers suddenly noticed that Aliana's palm was rubbing against his waist, wandering around and not knowing what he was doing.

When he glanced sideways in the darkness, he found that the other party's amber eyes were bright, and there was no intention of falling asleep at all.

"I thought you couldn't."

The delicate lips made a mouth shape, and silently confided a very clear word to Rogers.

Rogers' face darkened when he saw this, and the corners of his mouth twitched and he was about to do something, when he suddenly noticed the gaze of Alice on the other side.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep."

He clasped his hands behind his head and spoke freely, he didn't want the two of them to make trouble anymore of this little rest.

Alina didn't want Alice's trouble to continue to expand, so she didn't do more.

After the grinding of the fabric gradually stopped, the three of them slowly fell into a rare quiet rest.

The morning light gradually appeared, and on the skyline, a faint pink flood gradually spread in the darkness, and through the gaps in the clouds, the first rays of morning light sprinkled on the surface of the buildings, lighting up the quiet streets.

In the distance, a few scattered stars were still twinkling, pale and faint in the morning light, and gradually faded away as the birds sang, giving way to a new daylight.

When the dark blue turned to light blue, Rogers also got up from the bed, and after a simple wash, he put on a white half-sleeved shirt and black pants, a black painter's hat on his head, and walked out of the house with a cane, and went to the "Rutgers Academy" alone.

This morning, Alina went to talk to her parents, and Alice returned to visit the Scallo Fair.

The colors of the early morning were not strong, and the growing number of storefronts on the streets had not yet been unveiled to rest signs, and Rogers took a stride in the still quiet surroundings, observing the changes in his own territory.

In the distance, you can see buildings made of concrete columns, many of which have been decorated with distinctly Baroque or Gothic facades.

As daylight progresses, the silhouette of the building is clearly visible, like a gradient oil painting, signaling the awakening of the city.

A short time later, Rogers came to a magnificent school garden on the side of the Municipal Square.

He glanced at the stone monument standing next to the gate with the slogan "If you don't know the language, please don't enter", and walked to the auditorium hall of the school park in the respectful leaning of the gatekeeper.

Different from the quiet outside the school park,The park is a busy and energetic scene,Occasionally, there are focused researchers or inventors walking back and forth,They are dressed in distinctive robes,Books and notes are tightly held in their hands,There is still a reflection on the face。

When they suddenly saw Rogers appear on campus, they immediately stopped, bent down slowly and straightly, and saluted in respect.

No one in the middle came up to look for Rogers for questioning, for fear that it would delay Rogers' time, and Rogers just smiled and returned the salute one by one, and walked into the hall impartially.

The vast hall was covered with a thick carpet, and on the innermost wall hung a huge portrait of Rogus dressed in a trench coat and monocles, holding a magic book in one hand and a pitch-black wooden staff in the other.

Looking at the face that was slightly more mature than his current face, a touch of shame suddenly rose in Rogers's heart.

However, many of the great magicians or scholars who had been gathered in the hall were not so normal about this, and they came forward to greet Rogers one by one.

"It's been an exhilarating six months, and every time I feel like you've shown incredible talent, you always refresh my mind again."

The archmage Curion stroked his gray beard and spoke with a word of admiration.

Rutgers has published a chapter on magic, language, mathematics, or physics almost every week for nearly half a year, and it is not an exaggeration to call his accomplishments a book.

"You're overrated." Rogers shook his head slightly, and smiled back.

"Excessive humility is a form of arrogance, and you are fully entitled to such praise."

Wearing a blue and white magic robe and a wizard's hat on her head, a middle-aged woman with a rich figure spoke in a slightly yin and yang tone.

Rogers looked sideways, his eyes subtly looking at the other man's obviously unhappy posture.

Susimita,Close to the lone archmage of the Three Sages School,The last time he came to the school garden,,The other party seems to have said that yin and yang have passed themselves.。

"Lady Susimita, you're still staying in the Academy, and after the last time you mocked me for doing whatever I wanted, I thought you'd never set foot in the Braider Territory again.

"Is this an order from the Three Sages to you? I didn't expect that even if you became a great magician, you still didn't get the pride and freedom you deserved. ”

Rogers raised his eyebrows in a slightly unexpected tone, his tone with a hint of hesitation and surprise, his expression slightly stiffened, as if he was rather dazed by Sussimita's appearance.

Susimita's face flushed, her frown showed a deep sense of dissatisfaction, her eyes flashed with anger, and her look of shame was obvious.

In the face of this humiliation, she clenched her fist with one hand, her knuckles white, turning the resentment stirring in her heart into a strong sense of oppression, and went straight towards Rogers.

However, in the face of this kind of cross-level coercion, Rogers showed that he was like a spring breeze, standing quietly in place as if nothing had happened.

Susimita's brows tightened when she saw this, and her eyes flashed with anger, but there was a hint of surprise and incredulity.

"Enough! This is not a place for your factions to fight and sprinkle, since you can't get used to it, just leave early, there is no need to find a bad time here. ”

Sensing Susimita's growing coercion, Curion scolded in a cold voice.

Immediately, many great magicians, and even scholars in various fields on the periphery, also uttered similar exhortations or sarcasm, causing Susimita's chest to rise and fall, and gritted her teeth to forcibly calm down.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a little too excited."

She used extremely stiff words, and after dissipating the coercion, she opened her mouth to apologize.

Rogers was still calmly and silently observing the attitude of the crowd in front of him, most of the forces that were originally subordinate to the Three Sages School were no longer there, and the rest seemed to be completely on Rogess's point of view, also crusading against Susimita's faux pas.

When the hall was calm again, Rogers cleared his throat slightly and began to reply to the doubts that had been accumulated.

Because of the two semesters of teaching experience, his experience in solving questions and answering doubts has also increased sufficiently, and he can often use very concise and simple words to get to the heart of the problem, which has ushered in his constant admiration.

The sun is gradually moving towards its peak, and the sun shines directly on the earth, shining everything brightly.

Outside the door of the hall, many onlookers had gathered, and Rogers was talking in the background of the tall stained windows in the hall that were decorated with colorful lights and shadows.

For example, a gentle mentor teaches a group of pious apprentices, but this mentor seems too young, and the apprentices are too old.

"I plan to write my own textbooks, and include some knowledge about magic in ordinary public schools, except for magic and mysteries, and make it completely public, so as to teach the world."

After answering a question, Rogers paused before stating his long-planned plan.

Everyone was stunned at first, and then some people directly praised the greatness of Rutgers, but another part showed surprise.

"Kid, not everyone has the talent to learn magic, and many people can't drive the elements to form spells, even if they bother to make them aware of what mystery is."

Currion weighed his words and was the first to interrupt Rogers' statement, wanting him to think about it again.

And Susimita, who had been leaning in the hall, couldn't help but show sarcasm on her face.

Delegating advanced magical knowledge to the common people may sound like a generous act, but it touches on the interests of mages and their schools that are deeply rooted in the world.

In particular, Rogers's doctrine is obviously superior, and if it is spread out so widely, I don't know what a significant impact it will have.

"The world has a mysterious nature, and in order for the world to better understand the world, occult knowledge is indispensable.

"Even if you're unfortunate enough to be able to embark on the path of magic, it's a good thing to have a deeper understanding of everything."

Rogers firmly declined Curion's kind reminder, and with the formation of the Demon Community, he had gradually discovered that his academic theories would only spread among the various schools of thought within the Demon Community, and that they would not reach the point of widespread spread outside the academic community.

If he hadn't had a plan to fake his death, he might have taken care of a lot, but now it's different, and there are countless people who hate him, suspect him, and even want to erase him, and it doesn't matter if there are more or less.

This increasingly accumulated contradiction also happened to give him a reason to die generously.

A sage and prophet with a lot of notoriety, embarking on a road to death for this is not too bad a script.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Currion asked softly as he stared at Rogers' resolute expression, which seemed to be deliberate and not at all reckless.

"I know that's what I'm supposed to do, even though I'm going to face tens of millions of people."

Rogers leaned over slightly, and before saluting goodbye, he smiled and said softly to the old man in front of him who showed deep concern.

At the same time, he glanced at the gloomy smile on Susimita's face, knowing that the most important goal he had come to should be considered achieved.

After all, most of the people who are currently staying in Rogers Academy will not betray or exaggerate his threat everywhere because of this incident.

In order to catch up with the tight time, Susimita happens to be a good microphone.

Looking at Rogers walking out of the hall door alone, the backs of everyone surrounding the door to avoid themselves, Currien couldn't help but murmur, "Great Sage......"

(End of chapter)