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The subtle cracking sound of the flesh being bitten rang out, and Alina chewed slowly with the apple in her hand, not in the slightest intention of participating in the conversation between Rogers and Alice.

As Rogus spoke his thoughts and requests, the only sound of Aliana's chewing was the faint sound of breathing and the distant chirping of cicadas.

Alice's gaze froze in the void, confused and stunned, and her long flaxen hair fell gently down on her forehead, as if the weight of the world weighed down on her at once, and she didn't know how to react.

Whether it is the noise of the outside world or the silence of the room, it seems that it is difficult to enter her confused consciousness, her expression is stunned, and the complicated emotions are condensed on her gradually pale face, like a closed bud.

"Why me?"

For a long time, she slowly raised her head, stared intently at Rogers, and asked softly, like the gentle breeze on the leaves, but with a hint of obvious irritability.

"Because of fate, in the trajectory of fate, you should have killed me, whether it is the Shadow Demon or the incident in the cave trial of the Three Sages School, it is just a derivation of this fate.

"This is true of bronze, it is true of silver, and it must be so when I ascend to gold, but I want to complete this third trajectory to support my carefully planned rituals.

"As long as I make up for this fate, I will not only be able to get out of the scope demarcated by fate, but I may also be able to obtain a certain amount of immortality.

"There are a lot of symbols taught in the basic magic theory courses in the school, and if you think about it a little, you should be able to easily understand the logic with the help of symbols."

Rogers explained the reason for this to Alice in more detail, but the other person's expression gradually became irritated.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of uneasiness and anxiety in her eyes, as if the ripples in her heart were becoming more and more intense.

Suddenly, she stood up suddenly, as if to break free from some kind of restraint and release the restlessness and irritability in her heart.

"Why me?!"

Alice's tone trembled, with a kind of powerlessness and helplessness, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of her heart, repeating Fang Cai's question.

"Ah, it's fate, according to the original ......"

Rogers scratched his head, trying to continue to symbolically describe the significance of Alice's own actions, but after seeing the other person's expression, he slowly stopped his words.

Alice's face was not struggling, there was an empty silence in her eyes, only silent tears flowing, there was nothing to tell, only the innocent sadness reflected in her clear pupils.

She lowered her head slightly, her hands clenched into fists, and tears slipped down one by one and fell to the ground, but she remained silent, not letting a single voice leak out.

She kept breathing, trying to make the choking and sadness subside, but the tears kept dripping like a drizzle.

After a while, Alice quickly left the space that had become solemn and oppressive because of her, and gently closed the bedroom door as she left.

"I thought that as I got older, your terrible nature has changed a lot......"

Alina stared down at the apple in her hand, her expression calm, gently caressing the rounded surface of the peel with her fingertips, and spoke in a quiet tone.

"I expected her to be unhappy, but I didn't expect to be so resistant, this is just a ceremony, and there is really no better way to ask for it than to say it bluntly."

Rogers leaned back on the couch with his hands behind his head and sighed softly.

In the ritual, regarding time and space, he has [Chronological Bonus] and four spiritualities; Regarding creation, he has inventions and creations that can move the whole era forward; As for fate, the best firewood he could think of was Alice and his fateful plot.

If Alice doesn't come to help, then this corner of fate will inevitably be lacking, and the threefold nature will not be complete.

By the time he ascended to silver, Rogers had already received the great benefits of the triple symbolic perfection, and the sacrifice of ascending gold was far more abundant than that of silver, and he really didn't want to go to gold with regrets.

"Destiny...... Destiny...... This damn fate......"

Rogers muttered as his mind kept thinking about the symbol of fate that could be involved, and as he pondered, he slowly glanced at the light, focused his gaze on Alina, and opened his mouth to say:

"Well, or you ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Alina waved her arm and shoved the uneaten apple into Rogers' mouth.

She used all her strength, as if she was going to shove it all in, completely choking Rogers' mouth.

Then she got up angrily, glanced at Rogers coldly, then turned to leave the bedroom, and slammed the door back when she went out, making a dull "bang" sound that echoed through the room.

Rogers frowned and removed the apple from his mouth, the juice and sweetness of the apple flowing through his mouth.

"It's pretty sweet, did Professor Idrul breed it before? I didn't expect her to be brought out of school. ”

He smacked his mouth a few times, and in the spirit of not wasting it, he nibbled the apple clean in a few bites, and casually threw the core into the trash can next to the low table.

Bell Bell Bell –

Not long after eating the apple, there was a knock on the door of the attendant.

When Rogus got up with his cane and opened the door, the attendant brought news that many magicians and scholars had visited him.

He only bowed his head to this, and then he thought about asking the other party if he had seen where Alice and Alina had gone, but finally swallowed the question back into his stomach.

The squire is just an ordinary person, and with Alice and Alina's state when they leave, it is estimated that they will not be glimpsed at random.

"Lead the way."

Rogers straightened the placket with one hand and instructed the attendant.

……

In a small study in the corner of the corridor on the second floor, Alice sat at her desk, her lips pursed slightly, her cheeks full of damp marks, and she couldn't stop sobbing softly.

With a creak, Alina gently opened the door, then closed it again.

"Fate is not about luck, it's about choice, it can be power or excuse.

"In the turbulent tide written by fate, any grievances and compromises are useless, it will only face up to the strong who are full of wisdom, strength and courage."

Alina walked up to Alice's side and spoke in a tone of indignation.

"I hate Rutgers, I've never hated him like this, and I hate him now more than I hate fate.

"Even if he doesn't have the wisdom and strength, I already liked him when he only had naughty and naughty courage.

But now it's different, why he can say that kind of thing, it has nothing to do with fate, it's his own choice.

"He's forcing me to do something I've been guilty of, and...... And...... What if he did die, and his sacrifice was for me......

"He's become more assertive than he used to be, he's just dragging me wherever I want to go, forcing me to do all kinds of things he thought I wanted to do.

"But now, he knows that I won't like it, and he knows that I will resist doing it, but he still uses his requirements to force me......"

Alice's mouth made a hoarse voice, as if wrapped in sadness and exhaustion, and each syllable carried a heavy burden, as if digging from the depths of a deep memory.

The voice revealed an unspeakable sadness, in stark contrast to the noisy chirping of cicadas outside the window.

Alina's five fingers pressed on the table, looking down at Alice's sad appearance, and exhaled a cloudy breath with her eyes closed.

"You don't understand the importance of this ritual to him, and the reason why he is so urgent is because of his insatiable sense of security, and perhaps after ascending, he will no longer do such outrageous acts.

"If you don't do it, then he'll look for other ways to do it, like me, but I have a lot of fate-like perks, and even I don't know if my attacks will contain the trait of suppressing immortality.

"Except for my words, if you are someone else, it will be even more uncontrollable, do you really trust to hand over such an important thing to outsiders?"

Alina's words were as plain as water, without the slightest ripple, and she spoke to Alice.

Outside, the cicadas chirped louder and stronger, high-pitched and high-pitched, like a screeching band playing incessantly, noisy and irritating.

Alice felt like an innumerable worm in her ears, calling at a high frequency that made her feel dizzy and challenged her patience and patience.

"Are you persuading me to do this for Rogers, or for the sake of not wanting to do it yourself?"

She raised her swollen red eyes and stared straight at Alina, asking with a suppressed cry.

"Both."

Alina bowed her head slowly, not denying her selfishness to Alice, because she knew that if Alice didn't do it, it would probably fall on her head.

And according to the symbol, she can only pretend to be fate after all, and cannot become the real Alice, and in terms of thinking about Rutgers's achievements, she also hopes that Alice can take on this heavy task.

"I'll think again."

Alice didn't immediately agree, she pursed her lips, her eyes sometimes tangled, sometimes deep, revealing a wavering emotion, reflecting the chaos and struggle in her heart.

Seeing this, Alina said no more on the matter, knowing that her goal was almost achieved.

……

In the empty hall on the first floor of the forest villa, Rogers sat in a high-backed chair with a pitch-black cane on his lap, chatting to the magicians and scholars in front of him.

Some of them looked serious and focused, while others interjected from time to time, hoping to draw new insights and inspiration from Rogers's words.

Others seemed a little aloof and reserved, sitting in the corner, listening silently, seemingly taking Rogers' views with a grain of salt, without showing much passion.

These people are accustomed to being rooted in tradition, cautious of new ideas, and have not shown much enthusiasm for Rogers in the past.

It was only when I heard that the little sage's life was coming to an end that I didn't want to miss this figure destined to be engraved in history, so I came to meet with mixed feelings.

"Do you really intend to write popular occult textbooks for the common people and spread all your research to ordinary people?

"You know, civilians don't have a way to climb the ladder at all, even if they get a glimpse of the mystery, they can't even mobilize their magic power, what's the point?"

An old magician, after a conversation had stopped, asked questions that were completely unrelated to the current atmosphere.

Many people also tacitly stopped talking, and all paid attention to Rogers, waiting for his response.

"Meaning? There is no so-called meaning in this world, all meaning is just created by people, and there is meaning in the process of finding meaning.

"Philosophy, religion, and art are all born from this and serve it, and I want to do more and understand more meaning.

"You all call me a sage, but why are you hesitant when I do what a sage is supposed to do?

"And since you know that ordinary people have no means of ascending, why are you worried about my useless actions?

"I know that some of you wish I had died later and said a little more, but also wished I had died earlier and done less."

Rogers said as he lowered his cane and struggled to get up with the strength of the ground.

His eyes were indifferent, and with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he calmly swept over the many magicians present, and said in a firm tone:

"I understand that the nature of human beings is like this, so I don't think what you think is wrong, but I have made up my mind, and if I want to talk about it, then there is nothing else to say."

When the words fell, he didn't pay much attention to etiquette and decency, turned around and went back upstairs, leaving only a silent crowd.

When he returned to the bedroom, looking out the window at the dim daylight, Alina and Alice still hadn't returned.

He raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead, and continued to nest up on the comfortable sofa, as he combed what he was going to do next, when there was another knock outside the door.

"Please come in." Rogers looked up curiously and opened his mouth to shout.

As the door opened, a girl wearing a blue blue robe embroidered with gold thread patterns, long chestnut hair, and a white cloth wrapped around her came into view.

"I didn't expect them to reach a consensus on the liberation of [Later Knowledge Bonus] for me, I don't know if this should be an honor or a sadness."

When Rogers saw Aelita, the Queen, he instantly understood the antecedents, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his smile was full of banter.

He had long known from Alina that high-ranking fate bonuses had passive characteristics that prevented the holder from prying into the future.

will send an afterthought, presumably to prevent him, a prophet, and the almost golden aura on Aeleita's body at this time is probably also to allow her to successfully launch a special gift on herself, so she deliberately used the secret ritual to forcibly raise her strength in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, neither the Three Sages nor the other magicians expected that Rogers was not a true prophet, and that the Later Prophet, Aeleita, might not be able to follow their instructions well.

(End of chapter)