In the early morning of late summer, under the endless sky, thick fog fills the air.

Thousands of towers of various shapes are scattered in the drifting mist, presenting a tranquil atmosphere.

Sunlight shines through the mist, casting a rainbow of light and shadow that illuminates the vicissitudes of life on the surface of each tower.

In the middle of the city, at the top of the huge tower guarded by the towers, three people dressed in pure white, jet black, and blue stood on the top of the tower, looking down on the mage capital shrouded in the morning mist.

"What exactly does he want to do? Although everyone knows that he could not have died in St. Herte, it is too strange to come to us. ”

The old woman in the pure white robe lowered her eyebrows, her gaze through the mist, looking at Rogers, who was walking on the winding road with his cane, leading three young girls through the countless minarets, and said in a strange and puzzled tone.

"Maybe I want to spread my own school ideas at the end, after all, the city with the most unsectary mages is only on our side."

The black-robed old man stroked his beard, and after answering casually, a deep feeling appeared on his face, and he said in a thick tone:

"I still can't believe that such a young sage would step into the ...... of fall so quickly."

The middle-aged man in the cyan robe did not say a word, but just watched Rogess's every move with a gloomy expression.

In the past two years, due to the impact of "linguistics", the hearts of the Haixin School led by him have become more and more fluctuating, and even occasionally some members will voluntarily quit the school to delve into the spell magic pioneered by Rutgers, and many of them are quite talented.

"His time is running out, the last time you deliberately drove the parade school to try to hurt him is a bit too much, we can't wipe the dirt off afterwards every time, don't continue to mess around this time."

The black-robed old man looked at the middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, and admonished in a serious tone.

"When the foundation of your doctrine is dug up, can you still persuade yourself so openly?" The middle-aged man squinted and asked the old man, and without waiting for the other party's answer, he flicked the sleeves of his robe, turned to leave, and left a deep voice before leaving: "I won't make any more indiscriminate moves." ”

……

The breeze gently brushes the mist, and the white mist becomes softer and softer as the sun rises, gradually dispersing over time.

Walking on the street, Rogers raised his eyes to look at the tall sage tower, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a faint arc.

"Are you so sure things are going to go well?" Alina asked in a solemn voice as she walked beside Rogers.

"In fact, when you come here, the firewood is ready, success is inevitable, and it doesn't matter if it goes well or not." Rogers chuckled back.

In any case, his ascension is a foregone conclusion, and what he is doing now is just icing on the cake.

"Although there is a slight conflict between me and the Three Sages School, I didn't expect them to even pretend to receive me, which is really sad."

After a little sad emotion, Rogers didn't find too much pickiness, found a nearby hotel on the street, and took a few girls to live in.

The bedrooms are unexpectedly sophisticated, with a spacious, bright room with a simple wooden bed and simple and elegant embroidered sheets.

There was also an old oil lamp and a beautifully bound history book on the bedside table, and a regular sofa by the window, with a pot of blooming flowers on the windowsill, giving off a faint fragrance.

Sunlight pours into the room through the windows, outlining the shadows on the walls, making the whole room feel warm and peaceful.

The scent of lavender and wood lingered on the tip of Rogers' nose as he walked to the window, looked out at the mage towers, and took a deep breath as he straightened his back.

Obviously, he hadn't walked for long, but he was already tired, and he felt as if he had gone through the journey from youth to twilight in this short period of time.

Alina went back to the house to clean up a little, and stood in front of the window, looking back at Rogers, who had turned around, and turned to leave the house.

According to the plan at the time of arrival, after entering Orindaru, Alina was to gather the magicians in the city to announce that Rogers was going to give a public lecture.

"Can you not fake your death? If we can live in St. Herte all the time, the Vice-Chancellor and the professors can surely help you get out of those troubles, and then live happily ever after?

"No, we can always find a hidden place to disdain the troubles of the world."

Alice came to the window and stood beside Rogers, her brow furrowed slightly, and she hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively.

"So you can't meet my demands, can you?"

Rogers' brow was also slightly furrowed, and he directly ignored Alice's whimsical question, and asked back instead.

He had piled up all the troubles and conflicts to such a point that there was no turning back, and if Alice really couldn't help him complete the ritual, then he had to find a backup as soon as possible, and his physical condition would not allow him and Alice to be wasted like this.

"I ......"

Alice's eyes flashed with indescribable emotion, and her lips opened slightly, as if she was about to say something, but stopped the flow of words.

The sun fell softly on her body, outlining her slender body, and her hands were gently clasped together, trying to find the right way to express herself, but she didn't dare to say it easily.

"It's okay, I can go find ......"

Seeing this, Rogers didn't want to push the other party too much, but in the middle of his words, Alice raised her hand and gently blocked Rogers's lips.

"I ...... I can ......" Alice pursed her lips as she squeezed her promise between her teeth.

"That's good." Rogers took Alice's hand down and slowly bowed his head in satisfaction.

Being able to form a true closed loop of destiny without the need for a clumsy substitute is naturally the best outcome.

The sun gradually climbs the tall towers, casting long shadows, and the streets are illuminated brightly and bustlingly.

Rogers, who hadn't eaten much, sat cross-legged on the couch, quill in hand, and kept thinking about and revising what he was going to do in his speech.

He wasn't going to tell the wizards who had come together to tell anything profound, or release something new, but he wanted to complete an "open source", an open source for the fundamental way of making wands, or how to use the "Rogus language".

The original version of the wand simply burned most of the occult language into the wand, which was then activated and triggered by the "Rogus language".

And when he mastered the spirituality of the four basic elements, and then ascended to merge, then there was no need to use other occult languages, and the "Rogus language" itself could already touch the essence of the basic elements.

Coupled with the incomparably powerful and highly malleable nature of the "Rogers" itself, it is enough to derive countless branches, and then establish countless occult languages based on the "Rogers".

As a symbol to activate the "Rogus Language", Rogers also thought of a triple helix that would symbolize and point to him.

But all these assumptions must be to go through another ascension.

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

Rogers pondered the history of the god of wisdom and pondered his future.

As evening approaches, the sky fades to orange-red, and the silhouettes of the buildings are silhouetted in the afterglow.

Rogers suddenly clenched his left hand into a fist and pressed it to his mouth, and a weak, heavy cough struck, his voice low and weak, with an irrepressible choked voice.

Each cough shook his body violently, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and as the coughing sound became more frequent, a trace of blood spilled out of his mouth.

He pressed hard against his chest, trying to control the frequency of his coughing, but to no avail, each cough made his body tremble.

Alice was lying by the window in a daze, as usual, and when she heard a violent cough, she suddenly turned around, only to see Rufia anxiously holding Rogers' elbow, looking overwhelmed.

Without much thought, she immediately came to Rogers' side, and unleashed a healing bonus on Rogers with all her might, suppressing Roggers's injuries that were obviously deteriorating rapidly.

"It seems that Alina has done a very successful job, it's only the first day, and they can't wait for it......"

With Alice's help, Rogers struggled to slow down his breathing, and with the help of [Miracle of Enlightenment], he could clearly perceive the surging of the underground earth elements in the city, and he couldn't stop stirring up the catastrophe in his body.

At this moment, Alina also pushed open the door, and she saw Rogers, who was lying on the sofa, pale and looking like a sick and weak teenager, without too much surprise, but just distress that could not be concealed.

"How many days are you leaving? Anyway, if you can give a speech smoothly then. She approached Rogers and offered to propose.

"It's okay, only by making the world sure that I'm here can we attract more people to come, and when I really can't hold on, just start giving a speech, and then everything will trouble you."

Rogers shook his head slightly, rejected Alina's proposal, and said firmly.

In the days that followed, Rogers did the same thing as he had been in the Imperial Capital Wizard's Mansion some time ago.

It's just that there are fewer scholars among the people who come to visit, and most of them are magicians.

During this period, Rogers would consciously or unconsciously reveal to these people his own achievements that he would publish in the last days of his life.

"So you mean that even ordinary people can master the 'Rogus language' with plenty of magic power? Or is it a 'Rogus language' that can be expanded on its own without resorting to other occult languages? ”

For several days, Rogers would often face this question in a tone of astonishment, and each time he would smile and answer firmly.

Panic, an irrepressible feeling of terror, rapidly spreads through the Wizards' Capital.

It is unbelievable that the knowledge that many magicians have spent their entire lives studying requires only an abundance of magic and a piece of "Rogers' Language" to enable ordinary people to grasp the mystery of unleashing magic.

This news was like a thunderclap, shaking the hearts of countless magicians, making them realize that the boundary they once thought was unbreakable was so fragile.

Confusion pervades all corners of the Wizards' Capital, and some even begin to reflect on the majesty and power that were once taken for granted.

As for the doubts about whether Rogers was exaggerating, they were drowned out by more discussion.

After all, there were so many miracles that Rogers didn't need to ruin his honor so much in his deathbed.

"Now it's not just magicians, it's rumored that the Imperial Capital has also sent officials to come, and this pressure is about to turn into substance, even I can feel it clearly."

Alina frowned, holding a stack of papers in her hand to record appointments, and said in a deep voice.

Rogers asks her to shut out anyone who might try to dissuade Rogers from publicly releasing the results, but in doing so, she finds that there don't seem to be many left.

"What's the situation on Sanxian Square?"

Rogers struggled to get up from the couch with his cane, and Rufia frowned and put her arm around him, helping him stabilize.

"After I broke the news a few days ago that you might be in the square, many people have been waiting day and night on the square, and some people have even set up tents.

"But most of them are wild mages and unambitious little inventors, because people with a little fame will directly ask me for your news, or make an appointment with me."

Alina sighed deeply, threw the paper on the table, and looked up at the haggard Rogers, instantly realizing that she didn't need these things anymore.

Alice also stood up, and she silently walked to Rogers's side, suppressing the countless worries and worries that were surging in her heart, and in her clenched palms, she tried to control her slightly trembling fingertips.

She knew what was going to happen next, and she knew what she was going to do next, but until now, she was still unprepared, even though she had heard Rogers's instructions and rehearsed them in the past few days.

"The god of wisdom has given names to all things by his supreme merits, and this ritual allows me to delimit all things by borrowing the 'Rogus language' that expresses the essence.

"All of this is directly related to whether or not I can ascend to the fullest, but if there is any flaw, the sea mouth that I boasted about with those magicians some time ago may really turn into a ridiculous lie.

"I'm a man who never lies, so hopefully you'll be able to help me fulfill my last promise as a sage." Rogers put his hand on Alice's shoulder and pleaded solemnly.

Alice's face couldn't hide her struggle and hesitation, and her lips pursed slightly, as if she was trying to restrain her inner restlessness.

For a long time, she focused her eyes on Rogers, a forced smile on her face, and nodded with difficulty.

(End of chapter)