Sanxian Square is located next to the Giant Sage Tower, located in the central circle of Orindaru, and the ground is paved with bluestone slabs.

The stone basin of the ancient fountain in the center of the square is made of bronze, and the once brilliant patterns are now mottled and blurred, gently eroded by the passage of time, showing a kind of historical solemnity and vicissitudes of beauty.

The water flow is like silk, shining silver under the light of the warm sun, sprinkling like gold all around, splashing subtle splashes when the breeze blows, you can see the tiny bubbles in the water flow jumping, gently colliding to make a crisp sound.

Around the fountain, countless people in different costumes spread out, some quietly admiring the flow of the water, some talking in low voices, and there was no lack of the name "Rogers" in their words.

Many people slept directly on the stone chairs neatly arranged around the square, and a few vigorous trees swayed in the shade of a corner of the square, casting mottled shadows, which complemented the square with constant words.

Rogers stepped out from under the shade of the tree, his eyes slightly meeting that of Alina beside him, and when he saw the other man bowing his head imperceptibly, he continued to walk to the fountain in the center of the square.

Alice's state still made him unable to completely reassure, so he finally asked Alina to help him as a backhand.

Surrounded by a fine mist of water, like fog and smoke, it shimmered in colorful light in the sun, as if shrouding the approaching Rogers in a dreamy veil.

He closed his eyes and felt the mist gently brushing across his cheeks, the cool touch bringing a rare touch of comfort to his increasingly tired body.

After enjoying it for a moment, he unravel the means of concealing the aura on his body, and completely expose his body.

"Are you...... Rutgers?! ”

A question with a thick incredulous voice rang out, and a look of astonishment erupted on the face of the questioner.

Immediately, many people stopped moving, and they all turned their heads to look at the source of the sound, and they stared in amazement at the silver-haired young man in a simple robe, holding a black staff, and wearing a gold-rimmed monocle in his left eye.

After everyone confirmed that it was indeed Rogers himself, his eyes were immediately full of surprise and flashed with fanatical light.

Someone showed awe, trembling his lips slightly, trying to say something, but only stammering; Someone staggered closer to Rogers, his expression and posture unusually warm; Someone directly began to inquire about Rogers' latest research results, praying with a small hope that Rogers would reply.

Rogers turned slightly with his cane, his face calmly swept over the frenzied scene in the square, his posture was neither arrogant nor humble, his eyes were warm and bright, and the originally restless crowd gradually calmed down.

At the same time, he also felt the gaze of the three sage towers, these three were at the helm of the three major factions of the Three Sages, Bai You, Obsidian, and Haixin, and they were also the well-known senior great magicians in the magic world.

Ever since Rogus entered Orindaru, they've had a lot of attention.

It was also at this time that Rogers felt that the original impetuous wind catastrophe on his body had also quieted down a lot, and it also made him sure who wrote this matter.

He was too lazy to care about anything more at the moment, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and after coughing lightly with his fist against his lips, he spoke:

"I once said that I was going to give a speech in Olindaru, but I never set a specific time and place, because I wanted to play the role of fate and carry out a fortuitous gift and regret.

"Everyone knows that the power of fate cannot be bought by money, overcome by force, blocked by walls, and avoided by black ships that break the waves.

"But whatever fate befalls us, our mood determines the price, and I have always believed that fate is only the result of the laws laid down by the movement of the universe in the present, past, and future.

"For example, when you hear that I may appear in the square, and then you wait for a long time, and finally I come, this is your fate, and it is the result of your self-determination."

Rogers's tone was unhurried, and he slowly told everyone his opinion.

Rogers' words could be heard clearly by everyone in the square, and they were not very interested in fate at this time, but they were extremely ecstatic about the meaning behind Rogers' words.

These few sentences almost make it clear that everyone present is a lucky one, and they are all entitled to be favored by Rutgers, and listen to this sage whose time is short, talk about the important achievements of his last life.

"Language enables us to communicate, express ideas, transmit information and build common understanding, it is the manifestation of ideas and wisdom, and it is an extension of who we are.

"When I joined St. Herte, my first discussion with my professor was about language, and since then I have been thinking about the role that language can play and have written a series of articles about it.

"It wasn't until I gave a speech at sunset that I put forward the speculative notion that mathematics was biased towards derivatives and integrals, and bluntly said that I had always fantasized about a future where the two branches of algebra and geometry would be unified, and that more advanced mathematical tools would be born.

"After this event, which is known as the 'sunset speech', many predecessors in the field of mathematics have made outstanding contributions on the road of limit, infinitesimal and infinite.

"In this regard, I combined the wisdom of many predecessors and ancestors, starting from the tangent problem in geometry, and systematically sorted out the relationship between differential calculus and integral, as well as between differential calculus and integral method......"

In the past life, human beings learned the language of calculus to understand anything that changes smoothly with time and space, and Feynman once said: You'd better learn some calculus, it's the language of God.

It is impossible for Rogers, the final chapter of this life as a sage of language, not to bring out this great weapon.

He constantly talks about the nature and function of calculus, and uses a speculative tone to speculate about the role that calculus can play in the future.

Many of the magicians listened in ignorance, and those who were slightly involved in mathematics frowned, pondering the point of Rogers talking about this at this time.

The scholars, who were proficient in mathematical tools, were ecstatic, their eyes flashing with surprise and excitement, and their faces showing a longing that could not be concealed.

Almost as he was done, Rogers summoned the Magic Book, pulled out a treatise on new methods for finding maximums, minimals, and tangents, followed by another treatise on integrals, and waved his hand into the air.

The treatise is like a snowflake that continues to be derived, splitting into many parts, whirling and dancing and falling into the crowd of longings.

Without much attention to the scholars' exhilaration, Rogers folded his hands, pressed the end of his cane, and continued to elaborate:

"Whether it's the language of convention, the language of art, or the language of mathematics, it helps us touch things that our hands can't reach.

"Language is so great, yet so dangerous, that it allows us to express wisdom and knowledge, and it makes us realize that different researchers have different worlds for different observers.

"While the world itself may not change at all, it manifests itself in very different ways to different observers.

In this regard, I would like to ask everyone not to preconceive based on preconceived concepts and theories, but to build on the direct perception and description of phenomena, so as to achieve the purpose of transcending subjective assumptions and subjective experiences, so as to reveal the essential structure behind phenomena.

"For example, the cane under my hand has various external phenomena such as color, shape, material, etc., and if I can grasp all the phenomena that this cane emits, can I grasp the essence of the cane?

Of course, due to the finite nature of the subject of existence and the limitations of cognition, we cannot exhaust all phenomena, and some phenomena may be beyond the scope of our perception.

"So while I propose a way to pursue the essence through direct description and reflection of phenomena, we need to realize that our understanding is always conditioned by various factors.

"But in the process of grasping the essence of the phenomenon, in addition to maintaining caution and continuous exploration, we can also rely on ......"

At this point, Rogers suddenly felt a sharp pain deep in the bone marrow, as if an invisible sharp cone pierced his internal organs, and every breath became difficult, as if his chest was compressed to the point that it could not expand normally.

The Wind Catastrophe stirred up, and the violent pain it caused was difficult to swallow even the [Devouring Bonus] in an instant.

A deep cough poured out of Rogers' mouth, followed by stains of bright red blood on his palms.

He knew it was a warning and a dissuasion to dissuade him from continuing to speak such dangerous words.

When the people in the square saw Rogers' face eroded by illness and weakness, they looked worried, some worried about Rogers' state, and others frowned, lest Rogers not be able to say the most important part next.

A number of magicians who had been quite prestigious had also gathered in the square at this time, and they all had a premonition of what Rogus was about to say, and they also sensed the subtle disturbance of the earth element present.

But no one took the initiative to interfere, they were afraid that Rogers would really expose the rumored important results to the public, and they were afraid that Rogers would bring this great fruit to the beginning.

Rogers tried his best to hold back the pain, but he couldn't completely hide the ruddy blood, and he covered his mouth and nose with trembling hands, trying to suppress the cough, but the obvious difficulty made the three girls standing in the shade of the distant trees extremely distressed.

He tried his best to stand up straight, breathing deeply, and only after seeing Alina pull Alice, who was almost going straight to him, did he smile again, and spread the five fingers of his right hand, palm facing up, and made a triple helix pattern with blood pooling.

"With my own merit in creating the 'Rogus language', I have created this triple spiral symbolic rune, which can reach all my merits, and reach the metaphor of the 'Rogus language'.

"In 'Rutgers', the real point represents existence, and the imaginary point represents absence, and the combination of the two is the absence of existence and the beginning of knowing the essence ......"

As Rogers continued, a fresh breeze swirled around him and swept towards the crowd in the square.

This spirituality, which goes straight to the origin of the wind, makes many knowledgeable magicians exude a strong sense of horror and vigilance.

The news that the Wind Plague was forcibly swallowed by Rogers has long been released by the Pantheon, and the world knows it clearly.

Rumors that Rutgers might not be able to completely suppress the catastrophe have also spread from time to time, and although they all believe in the strength of the Three Sages School, facing the catastrophe of unknown time and extent still makes many people panic.

In the gradually expanding current, some people retreated again and again, and some hesitated to stop.

Others' eyes widened, trying their best to boost their minds, staring intently at the triple helix, and couldn't help but stride towards it.

There are speculators who want to make a name for themselves and explorers of supreme wisdom, but whatever the motives, Rogers has them all in mind.

"In the name of Rogers, I have renamed thousands of things! With the achievements of 'Rogers', we have set a scale for thousands of essences!

"Whoever shouts my name! Will walk through a new door! See the new light! A new world! ”

Suddenly, a rapid whistling sound resounded through the square, the air became uneasy, and the wind suddenly rose, and the calculus manuscripts in the hands of the original scholars also swayed in the wind, spiraling and fluttering.

The trees at the edge of the square swayed, the leaves chattered in the wind, and the petals fluttered in the air like rain.

Alice under the tree saw Rogers' gaze, and heard many people shouting that the catastrophe had begun, and the breath of the sage's tower.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and a brilliant lightsaber condensed in her palm, and the blade emitted a flowing light, jumping and blooming like a bright rainbow.

"Holy Maiden! It's a saint! ”

The reassuring shouts of countless people exploded from the ups and downs of the wind, and many people cast their eyes full of hope and anticipation towards Alice.

"If it's not fast, Rogus is likely to really die at the hands of the Three Sages School, and now you don't have to bear any responsibility for crusading against him, if you really can't do it, just tell me, I'll do it!"

Alina whispered in Alice's ear as she activated the bonus with all her might, keeping an eye on the movements of the Three Sages as her body rose up with a magic that almost turned into substance.

Alice gritted her teeth, and the next moment she flashed in front of a gentle-smiling Rogers, the tip of her lightsaber reaching Rogers' heart.

The dazzling light reflected her distracted eyes, tears blurred her vision, and the huge resistance prevented her from really stabbing the final blow.

However, the real feeling that came from her right hand suddenly made her eyes widen unconsciously.

The last hurricane swept through the wind, and those who had just made their way towards the blood-colored triple spiral were swept out of Orindaru by the wind flow, and were blown around by Rogers like dandelion seeds.

He leaned forward, took the initiative to let the lightsaber penetrate his heart, raised his hand and stroked Alice's forehead, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and whispered with satisfaction:

"Thanks, this is the last time......"

(End of chapter)