This is a standard school-style building, with a rigorous and symmetrical door, an academic style, a badge with historical and classical elements of precipitation and excavation, and school members who have exploration, curiosity and desire for knowledge written on their faces. p>
Rhodes showed his letter of introduction, and the gatekeeper immediately invited him in.
The internal layout of the Ash Digger School is different from other places. When you enter the door, you are faced with a salon-style hall. Each round table is filled with books, drawings, and various strange tools. People wearing the school's standard clothes sit in twos and threes.
On the round table, they were chatting gently or fiercely.
They were gentle and polite, but sometimes they were uninhibited and sharp. They used artificial vocabulary in written art, so that Rhodes, who was still a country bumpkin, couldn't understand a few words.
The gatekeeper shouted: "Professor Binns, Professor Binns, the collaborators from the college are here, you can go."
A gray-haired old man stood up at the edge of the hall. He was not tall and had wrinkles on his face, but he was in good spirits. He was dressed in smart work clothes. At first glance, he was more than a scholar who could give lectures.
"Nightwing, Molly, let's go."
A tall young man and a red-haired woman stood up and followed the old man and walked over.
"Are you a collaborator of the academy?" The old man looked at Rhodes.
Rhodes handed over the letter of introduction from Chief Dean Theodore with both hands: "Yes, Professor Binns."
The old man nodded after reading.
"Let's go."
"Wait a minute." The tall young man said loudly: "What level of combatant are you? What is your psychic level?"
"Well, I am a combatant reserve, and my psychic level is 2."
The tall young man's face darkened when he heard this, and he asked loudly: "Aren't you here to do gold plating again?"
The red-haired woman pulled him gently: "Yeyi, stop talking."
"Why can't you say it?" The tall young man suddenly pulled open his sleeves, "Why do you treat our place as a garbage dump? When we prepare for an action, we don't waste energy on planning? We don't waste materials? Why do we bring in an incompetent waste to increase the number of people?
Our burden?"
Rhodes coughed: "Well, I'm a special student."
This is a tried-and-tested explanation. Jinworth's special students have a kind of magic in the hearts of many people, which even surpasses the combat level and psychic level. Although Rhodes does not understand how it comes from, he has not communicated with other special students.
Yes, but it does not prevent him from taking advantage of this.
Sure enough, the tall young man's expression improved a bit, but he was still a little dissatisfied.
"You are too young. Unearthing history is something that needs to be settled. What function do you have? It's best not to hold me back too much. I move very quickly."
Do intelligent sound generation, heating, and vibration count?
Rhodes complained silently and explained normally: "I have very good spiritual vision and strong handjob skills. I am fast and accurate. I never miss a shot."
The tall young man nodded, looking slightly satisfied:
"What is your tactical style? What position are you used to playing? There are only two of us as combatants, so you'd better have more functions."
Rhodes carefully recalled various tactical positions and carefully selected a few back rows.
"Rear position reconnaissance, rear position assistance, rear position fire support."
"My style is steady, careful, prudent and never aggressive."
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Well, it seems you like this kind of teammate very much.
"Very good."
Yeyi nodded with satisfaction.
"This is what an excellent Ash Digger team must have. If you perform well in this operation, there may be opportunities for cooperation in the future."
"Let's go."
Professor Binns said two words briefly and took the lead in stepping out of the door.
Nightwing shouted: "The seventh Operation Vulcano begins!" and then walked out.
The red-haired girl came to Rhodes and whispered: "I'm sorry, sorry, the professor has always been taciturn, and Nightwing's character has always been fierce, but they don't mean any harm, please don't take it to heart."
After saying that, she bowed deeply to Rhodes and lowered her collar. Her snow-white neck and thin collarbone were particularly conspicuous.
Well...seeing that you are so sincere, I will forgive you.
It would be more sincere if you don't wear the clothes underneath. It is said that the activity of psychic energy will be higher in the excited state, and the speed of masturbation will be faster.
Rhodes looked at the back of the red-haired girl, wanting to test his guess.
But then I thought about it, if it was really useful, the teacher wouldn't have mentioned it at all in class, nor would it have been used by anyone before. Rhodes didn't think they would save face in a life-and-death situation. There must be some means.
Just use any means.
It should be impossible.
Rhodes ended this unreliable guess and thought to himself that if their efficiency was too low, they would live alone in the sewers after the mission. Anyway, he had a whistle from the chief dean, so he couldn't run away if he couldn't beat him?
When can I make such a powerful item?
Rhodes thought.
It's not that the items on the stone platform are not powerful, but the requirements for "soul ashes" are too stringent, and he has no way to get the Sun Stone yet.
"Guardian of Darkness" is a defensive item that can only be used in dreams.
The only useful thing is the "spiritual sealing bullet", which is also very expensive and the power is unknown.
There are many missing items on the list, and it is obvious that Shitai cannot only make these few items.
I have to find a way to find more recipes.
The dreamland is about to reach the "River of Eternal Death", and I don't know what the new special items will be.
Rhodes was thinking chaotically while constantly filling or withdrawing bullets from the spirit gun.
Under normal shooting, he will only use real silver bullets. If the monster is very strong, he will immediately switch to spirit-sealing bullets.
Otherwise, with his super-fast handjob speed, twenty spirit-sealing bullets would be shot away in an instant.
He is still far from being free of bullets, not even real silver bullets.
Hey.
I wish I had money.
What a shame, why am I so short of money no matter where I am? Can't you give me the status of a prince or princess or something like that?
In the midst of random thoughts, the Ash Diggers team embarked on a journey.
Along the way, the tall young man Nightwing kept talking, Professor Binns said nothing, and the red-haired girl Molly occasionally responded with a few words.
The uncoded car walked along the inner city. There were far fewer people on the road today, but there were still quite a lot of hearses coming and going. Not only four-wheeled carriages, but also large iron cars, gorgeous cars, Rhodes and even
In a corner, I saw a group of people loading something like a tram.
"You also have trams?" Rhodes blurted out.
Yeyi said disdainfully: "It's another weird thing made by the Industrial Machinery Research Institute. They always spend money on things that don't matter. It's better to allocate more budget funds to us to discover the history of the Royal City than the unreliable ones they made.
The stuff is a hundred times better!"
"Well, the Industrial Machinery Research Institute seems to have done some research on science...and aren't the crystal balls and detection devices they made very useful?"
Yeyi sneered and said: "All current psychic and soul characteristics detection devices are made by repairing relics brought back from ruins and ruins. They don't even understand the principle and can't make them at all."
"And what steam, electric power, thermal power, and levers they have researched so far have been of no use? Did they kill a monster? Create a rare weapon? Or train a high-level combatant? The most ridiculous thing
What's more, they are extremely confident. One mentally retarded man even said that if he was given a stick and a fulcrum, he could pry open the Ashes Mountains...Why didn't he just pry open the earth? Release all the devils in the abyss?" p>
Nightwing seems to be very prejudiced against the Industrial Machinery Research Institute, and his words are full of sarcasm.
"I tell you, there is nothing in this world more reliable than history. There is endless knowledge hidden in history. History does not lie. From it, we can witness the rise and fall of kingdoms, the birth and demise of civilizations, and the struggles of mankind.
With hard work, we can sum up countless experiences, discover the truth of darkness, the secrets of black fog, and find the way to the final light."
He opened his arms and said loudly:
"The embers of history have temperature. They can warm our cold bodies, resist the invasion of black fog, and guide us in the direction of progress."
"The Supreme Council should allocate an additional five hundred thousand to us!"
The red-haired girl Molly whispered: "Yeyi, our funding is already very high. There are many schools that are larger than us, but the funding is not as large as ours."
Yeyi snorted coldly: "Isn't that what it should be? We are so good and produce so many results every year..."
Suddenly, the uncoded car stopped.
Yeyi stretched out his head and saw that the hearse in front of him was already crowded into a ball, and he immediately cursed angrily.
"A bunch of idiots! The Psychic Traffic Management Department is in trouble again! With so much money spent every year, the psionic route-finding function has problems every day! As soon as it hits the morning rush hour, the controller's pig brain is burned out, right?"
Rhodes was surprised and said: "You also have a morning rush hour?"
Nightwing glanced at him: "Your tone is very strange, why don't we have a morning rush hour? Are all special students like this? You have maintained it so well in the college's greenhouse that you don't even know the lives of the residents.
, If they don’t go to factories, workshops, or mines to work, what do they eat? What do we use? If they don’t take a hearse, how can they walk there? It’s not a hot sun, what should they do if they encounter danger on the road?"
"Isn't there a floating hearse?"
Ye Yi sneered and said: "You are really a typical academic. The floating hearse costs ten silver cords for one person. Who can afford it for ordinary residents? The green leather car with one silver cord and ten tickets is their only choice."<
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Not long after, the hearse started moving again.
At this time, an extended hearse rushed forward.
Yeyi cursed: "Are you rushing to reincarnate?"
Stop talking, it’s really unlucky.
During the last stretch of the journey, Yeyi had been denounced all the unreasonable phenomena in the royal city, perfectly portraying the image of an angry young man.
But Professor Binns didn't say a word, and Molly sometimes whispered comfort, but it only aroused Yeyi's anger even more.
He directly pointed the finger at the seven major families in the royal city who called themselves the "Chosen of Fire" and denounced them as rotten parasites and cancer on the kingdom. The king was too kind and should arrest them all and take away all their property.
Give it to the Ashdigger School as budgetary funds.
Rhodes listened silently. Yeyi was indeed an intellectual young man who knew a lot.
From his words, Rhodes roughly understood the system of the Trolian Kingdom, which is a royal system with the Supreme Council as the core.
The king is a leader elected by the upper-level senators, and his status only extends to the king's spouse, not his children.
In other words, there are no princes and princesses.
A similar identity is a candidate for king.
The main responsibility of the Holy Church, the only legal church in Trorian, is to appease the people, treat the sick and wounded, and publicly pray and offer sacrifices. It does not involve political power. The king concurrently serves as its pope, and the church's armed forces are also under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Military War. p>
In other words, royal power completely overwhelms divine power.
This is a very rare phenomenon.
In this environment, with a clear object of worship, religion should achieve complete dominance, but the Trorian Kingdom has obviously more open and tolerant advanced ideas, in addition to a clear ban on fire-related things
, there are no other religious restrictions, and residents are not even allowed to conduct religious activities such as worship, prayer, and sermons.
However, due to its long history, there are still some aristocratic families in the royal city, upper-class nobles known as the "chosen people of fire". They occupy more resources. Although the new king has been weakening and restricting them since he took office, Ye
Yi still thinks Wang is too soft-hearted.
Amidst the endless complaints, Molly leaned into Rhode's ear and whispered: "Don't worry, Nightwing just thinks we can do better. Twenty years ago, the farthest settlement from the Royal City was only three hundred miles away.
The outer city of the city is full of ghost realms covered with black mist. Even the combatants cannot have enough to eat. Clean water is the most precious resource. I have never thought about getting hot water by turning a handle. Wang has already done it.
He is good enough, he is the person I admire the most."
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Rhodes nodded: "I know, if there was no hope, he probably wouldn't complain here."
Molly covered her mouth and chuckled: "Nightwing always feels that if he were the king, he would have led everyone to defeat the indescribable terrifying existence in the black fog and shine the light of fire to the other side of the Ghost Lake."
The two of them laughed together.
Just like that, amid the loud talks and whispers, the horseless chariot stopped.
After getting off the car, Rhodes discovered that they had arrived at the foot of a huge mountain range. Towering gray rocks rose from the ground and submerged into the bottomless black mist, like a huge wall connecting heaven and earth.<
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Rhodes was surprised: "Where is this?"
Nightwing said dissatisfied: "Do you sleep every day during class? This is the Dead Ember Mountains. The Royal City was built against it. The upper city is halfway up the mountain. The plains to the north and east of it are the red clay plains.
, our main territory."
"Aren't we going to the sewer?"
Yeyi said disdainfully: "Most of the sewers in the outer city have been renovated, expanded or newly dug. What we want to go to is the oldest original sewer built by giants."
"Is it dangerous?"
"Of course there is danger! There are many unknown places that no one has ever been to! Who knows what is there! I tell you, after you go in, you must follow my arrangements. You will do what I tell you. I have a lot of experience..." While chattering, Nightwing moved a large manhole cover. He put up bright yellow signs around it and installed emergency signals.
Then, the four people climbed down the long iron ladder and entered the inner city sewer.
Afterwards, Nightwing spoke significantly less, and the leadership of the team was taken over by Professor Binns, who led the way.
"This way."
"Go from here."
Along the way, Rhodes finally understood why they respected Professor Binns so much despite being just an ordinary person.