The Last Dark King

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 members of the school with exploration, curiosity and desire for knowledge written on their faces.

Rhodes showed his letter of introduction, and the gatekeeper immediately invited him in.

When you enter, you are greeted by a salon-style hall. Each round table is filled with books, drawings, and various strange tools. People wearing the school's standard robes sit in front of the round tables in twos and threes, chatting either gently or intensely.

They were gentle and courteous, but sometimes they were unruly and sharp. They used a pretentious vocabulary of written art that made the country bumpkin Rhodes unable to understand a few words.

The janitor shouted: "Professor Binns, Professor Binns, the collaborators from the college are here, you can go."

A gray-haired old man stood up. He was short and wrinkled, but 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 walked over after the old man.

"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 it.

"lets go."

"Wait a minute." The tall young man shouted: "What level of combatant are you? What is your psychic level?"

"Well, I'm 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 for gold plating again?"

The red-haired woman pulled him gently: "Nightwing, 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 an action, we don't waste energy on planning? We don't waste materials? Why bring 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, even beyond the combat level and psychic level.

Although Rhodes didn't understand how it came about, and he hadn't communicated with other special students yet, it didn't stop him from taking advantage of it.

Sure enough, the tall young man's expression improved a bit, but he was still a little dissatisfied.

"You are too young. Uncovering history is something that needs to be settled. What function do you have? It's best not to hold me back too much."

Do smart sounds, 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? With only two of us as combatants, 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."

Nightwing's Joy +1

Well, it seems you like this kind of teammate very much.

"very good."

Nightwing nodded with satisfaction.

"This is what a good 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 stepped out of the door first.

Nightwing shouted: "The seventh operation of 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 has a more intense personality, 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 didn'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.

Well, it must be nonsense... Rhodes ended this unreliable guess, thinking that if they were too inefficient, they would live alone in the sewers after the mission.

Anyway, there is a whistle sent by the chief dean. If you can't beat it, why can't you run away?

When can I make such a powerful item? There are too few items on the stone platform at present... I have to find a way to find more recipes.

Rhodes was thinking messily while constantly filling or extracting bullets from the spirit gun.

This is practice. 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.

Why.

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-wheel carriages, but also large iron cars, gorgeous cars, Rhodes and even In one corner, I saw a group of people loading something that looked 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 they don't care about. It's better to allocate more budget funds to us to discover the history of the Royal City than the unreliable ones they made. It’s a hundred times more powerful!”

"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?"

Nightwing 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 principles and can't make them at all."

"And the 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 person 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 the earth apart? Release all the devils in the abyss?"

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's allocation to us should be an additional five hundred thousand silver cords!"

The red-haired girl Molly whispered: "Yeyi, our funding is already very high. There are many schools that are larger than us, but their funding is not as high as ours."

Yeyi snorted coldly: "Isn't that what it should be? We are so outstanding 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! Something is wrong with the Psychic Traffic Management Department again! So much money is spent every year, and the pathfinding function breaks down every day! When it comes to the morning rush hour, the controller's pig brain is burned out, right?"

Rhodes was surprised: "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 will they eat? What will we use? If they don’t take a hearse, how can they walk there? It’s not a blazing sun, what should they do if they encounter danger on the road?”

"Isn't there a floating hearse?"

Ye Yi sneered: "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."

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 part of the journey, Yeyi had been denounced all the unreasonable phenomena in the royal city, and he had the perfect image of an angry young man.

But Professor Binns didn't say a word. Molly sometimes whispered comfort, but it only aroused Nightwing'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 to the Ashdigger School for budgetary purposes.

Rhodes listened silently. Yeyi was indeed an intellectual young man who knew a lot.

From his words, Rhodes roughly understood the system of the Trorian Kingdom, which was 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 conduct public prayers and sacrifices. It does not involve political power. Its pope is concurrently served by the king, and the church's armed forces are also under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Military War.

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, except for a clear ban on fire-related things. , there are no other religious behaviors, 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", who 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 is full of ghost areas covered with black fog, and even the combatants have insufficient food to eat. Clean water is the most precious resource. Wang has never thought about getting hot water by turning a handle. It’s good enough, he is the person I admire the most.”

Rhodes nodded: "I know that 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 unspeakable terrifying existence in the black fog and shine the light of fire to the other side of the Ghost Lake."

They both laughed together.

Just like that, amid the loud talk 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, with towering gray rocks rising from the ground, like a huge wall connecting heaven and earth.

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 are the red clay plains. , our main territory.”

"Aren't we going to the sewers?"

Night Wing 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 removed a well cover and put up bright yellow signs around it.

Then, the four of them climbed down the long iron ladder and entered the inner city sewer.

After that, 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.

Sure enough, knowledge is power.