Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 806 We Need a Lot

The students had already walked out of the train carriages one by one and stood on the dedicated platform of the Mortal Courtyard, arranging themselves in an orderly manner according to the predetermined order.

The simulated sunlight from the courtyard shone on them, and everyone's black uniform reflected slightly in the light, looking like a uniform black wave.

Didi didi~~~
At this moment, the belt around the waist suddenly made a low "beeping" sound, crisp and loud, reminding the students that some important moment was coming.

The beeping sound attracted everyone's attention, and almost at the same time, all the students involuntarily reached for the left slot of their belts.

Araz Trincas, like the other students, pulled out the vibrating card in the slot.

The surface of the card emits a faint luster, which reflects off particles in the air.

The moment the card was picked up, it seemed to sense some kind of signal. It vibrated slightly, and then flashed gently in front of Araz's eyes, and a purple light spread out.

Suddenly, the surface of the card began to fluctuate, and a purple light quickly solidified into a projection of a beautiful woman.

Her hair fell to her shoulders like swirling purple threads, and her eyes were as deep as stars, seeming to be able to easily capture the innermost thoughts of every student.

Her expression was warm and full of energy, and her smile was like a spring breeze, making all the students feel instantly bathed in spring sunshine.

"Hello everyone! Welcome to the courtyard!"

The admissions director's voice is clear and charming, with a hint of playfulness, and her smile is full of vitality.

“I’m your admissions director and advisor – Hope Ahabat!
But you can call me Director or Instructor, it's entirely up to you to decide!"

“It’s your first time at the courtyard, so everyone must have a lot of questions, right?
Don't worry, we will spend the next few days together, learning how to master your potential and how to become a true thaumaturge! And I will be one of your strongest supporters...!"

Then, her figure tilted slightly, as if approaching each student.

She leaned over and waved her hand gently, as if giving a friendly greeting:

"Oh, by the way, let me first introduce the next itinerary--"

"In the next week, the principal will personally lead you in the first class in the courtyard."

The instructor paused, a mysterious gleam in his eyes.

"This course may be quite long, perhaps taking about a week. Yes, that's right. A week is enough time for you to truly understand what kind of world the courtyard wants to create, as well as the ideals of your principal."

"And in one week, you will have a chance to choose - whether to stay in the courtyard, whether to uphold and support the ideals of the courtyard."

Her tone suddenly became slightly serious and her eyes sharpened, reminding the students that every next step was a decision they made themselves.

"I want to say something here. As students of Phase I, you are special because this first lesson is taught by the principal himself."

She paused, looked at the students below the stage with burning eyes, and said:

"In the future, the first class for Phase II, Phase III, and so on, will be taught by the seniors of their previous class - the principal is only responsible for sowing the seeds."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ahabat's tone suddenly changed, sounding a little mysterious and playful.

"I'll tell you another secret. Don't be fooled by the principal's smiling face. He is a sinister person. If you are in his hands, you will know what is endless—"

Her voice deepened, with a hint of mischief and caution, as if she were actually sharing a dark secret.

Then, Xiwang suddenly coughed a few times, as if he was talking to someone across the air:

"Uh, no, nothing... Ahem, go on, everyone!?"

As she spoke, she hurriedly stretched out her slender hand and gently slid it through the air. Several transparent arrows flowed across her fingertips and quickly appeared on each student's card.

“Okay, everyone’s route map is displayed on the card.

Now, please follow the instructions and proceed to the designated area of ​​the courtyard where the principal and other school leaders await you.”

The admissions director spoke without further pause, and everything that followed was like a smooth journey.

The students looked down at the cards in their hands. The arrows pointed their direction. The next moment, the whole team moved slowly towards the unknown destination.

Ahabat's projection gradually blurred and disappeared as the students moved.

Araz Trincas tightly grasped the card in his hand, his heart filled with curiosity about the principal and anticipation for the upcoming classes.

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On the other side, the bamboo forest area of ​​the courtyard has a subtle atmosphere.

Xia Zhengxiu stood together with a group of senior officials, and everyone was in a delicate state of waiting.

The ancient Set and a representative from Panda Network were also in the crowd, but one of them was leisurely sipping tea, while the other was silently chewing on the newly delivered bamboo.

——The message seed of this bamboo comes from the Kazak base that was destroyed by the Sword of Damocles.

Xia Xiu used the [Lever of Heaven] to pry out the remaining information and some assets hidden in the asteroid craters in that area.

Except for the Ancient One and the Panda, all those present were companions or subordinates of the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven.

Vice-Principal Tours, Chief of the Intelligence Network Vito, and Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Guard Broly.

Pansy Jane, Secretary General of the Authority.

The current Dean of Academic Affairs is Camille Schiffini.

The three special operators are Mole, Dark Snake, and Chen Long.

The branches of the bamboo forest swayed gently, and the sunlight shone through the layers of bamboo shadows onto the ground. The air was filled with a fresh fragrance, but this tranquility formed a sharp contrast with Xia Xiu's demeanor.

Vice Principal Turles was looking at the blond young man in front of him with a complicated look. His brows were slightly furrowed. It was obvious that he was a little speechless about the current principal's schedule and his lack of focus.

The blond young man in front was playing with a special device in his hand, seemingly completely immersed in his own little world, while the secretary general next to him was reporting on important recent affairs of the courtyard.

"Regarding Hell's Kitchen and the Administration, Dawn Horse, Blue Ox, and Bright Moon Rabbit will continue to be responsible for handling daily affairs to ensure that operations are not affected."

She paused, flipped through the documents in her hand and continued:

"As for the situation at Whisper Square, the work of the Protean Workshop family remains the same, following the thread you laid out. There has been no fluctuation, and their loyalty to the Administration remains the same as before."

"The situation in the Hundred Layer World is a little more complicated. The International Confederation of Wizards has expressed strong dissatisfaction with the Kingdom of Heaven's stationing, but due to the suppression by the Tenth Hero and the Knights, they dare not express too much dissatisfaction.

The flow of resources and talent output there has begun to normalize, and there will be no surprises with the resources provided through the Naga Ring. It is expected that the resource supply of the Hundred Layer World will remain stable for some time to come."

"in addition……"

Pansy Jane continued to report without any change in her voice.

"A particularly important point in this student recruitment is that the Hundred Layer World sent seventy-six students from there to the courtyard, all of whom were transferred through the Naga Ring."

"understood."

Xia Xiu was still sitting there quietly, his fingers sliding lightly across a transparent screen, controlling a game.

According to his earlier words - this is an important introductory work and ceremony to introduce students to the concept of courtyard.

The game screen was simple and monotonous. The fox ears of the fox-eared boy Turles shook unconsciously a few times, and his eyes involuntarily stayed on the fluorescent screen.

What is displayed on the screen is a pixelated grid, with the layers composed of simple pixels, and almost every element presents an old and rough style.

The protagonist of the game is a...

Pixel people.

A small, block-like figure was standing in a patch of dense grass, holding what looked like a wooden axe and intently doing some kind of damage to the ground.

"This is……"

Tulse noticed that the pixel man was chopping down a very crude tree with an axe, the trunk being split open to reveal smaller pieces of wood.

As the felling action proceeds, there is no dynamic change in the surrounding environment. The shapes of the trees do not disappear immediately, but slowly shorten into smaller parts and gradually disappear in the pixel rendering.

There is no background music in the pixel world before your eyes, only the mechanical "beeping" sounds made by the characters and some simple action feedback.

The little pixel man keeps cutting and collecting, and then the scene turns to the next step, where he stacks a pile of wood together and begins to "build" a simple wooden house structure. Each piece of wood is placed precisely, like a puzzle, and each piece of wood fits perfectly in place.

The vice principal took a deep look at Xia Xiu, and finally couldn't help but whispered:
"what is this?"

He said with a bit of confusion:

"Are you sure this is the ceremony the students in the courtyard prepared?"

When Xia Xiu heard the voice, he slowly raised his head and smiled.

He did not respond immediately, but lowered his head and operated the device in his hand again.

After a few seconds, the debugging was completed, and he finally spoke in a calm tone:

"Tours, people cannot describe or understand things or concepts that they have not seen."

He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, and then continued:

“For example, transcendental utopianism, as a standard for the secularization of heaven, has always been a problem in terms of how to convey the fantasy of heaven to the secular world.”

His voice had a calm rhythm, and the surrounding bamboo forest seemed to become more peaceful because of his tone, as if even the wind had slowed down its pace.

“There are two courts in heaven, the Nursery Court and the Loyal Inheritance Court. There is an unknown land, and there is a saint-like benevolent elder who suppresses everything.

The angels have resolution assemblies, other organizations that hinder and support the assemblies, countless resources, Eden, Yahweh, and three major utopian factions..."

As he spoke, his eyes gradually became more solemn. He paused, as if thinking about how to start the conversation and how to use the simplest language to convey the complex thoughts in his mind.

"But what about my students and my garden?"

He paused, as if thinking about how to start, how to use the simplest language to convey the complex thoughts in his mind.

"They come from the mortal world, representing the thousands and thousands of different classes on the land of Terra. They have never seen or understood them..."

"The ocean of error is bottomless and boundless; happy is he who has hope of surfacing!

What we don’t know is what we need, and what is of no use to us happens to be known.”

The blond young man suddenly stood up, as if he wanted to release this thought from his body, and a burning flame ignited in his eyes.

“And what do I give to students?
How can I make them understand me?

How do I get them to follow me?

I will tell them all this within this week, and I will also take this opportunity to express to you what I really want and what I want in terms of the extraordinary utopian society, and which faction I should really belong to in heaven."

After he said these words, he seemed relieved. He slowly turned around and pointed at the picture on the screen not far away.

“This is a basic simulation system that I implemented through etheric coding. Players can create, destroy, and explore this world. They...

— is almost omnipotent. ”

Tours frowned, as if he wanted to understand the "game" in front of him more deeply.

It was a pixelated world, with rough blocks forming hills, lakes and trees. You could even see a tiny pixel man using a crude tool to hammer wood blocks and build a simple house.

Compared to the seriousness of the program proposed by the Kingdom of Heaven and their life-and-death power struggle with their enemies, the game that the Fourth Sword Bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven is currently playing does not quite match the serious core that it wants to express.

Turles sighed softly, shrugged slightly, and lowered his head silently.

The surrounding bamboo forest rustled in the breeze, and the sunlight sprinkled on the ground, as if to gently soothe the confusion and puzzlement in the vice-president's heart.

However, he did not feel relieved at all, but instead felt a sense of helpless heaviness.

He spread his hands, his eyes showing a bit of helplessness:

"I originally thought that, with your personality and style, you would start by giving the students some 'chicken soup' and then move on to the ultimate topic that the students in the courtyard have to face - how to face death."

"——The Ivy League War is bound to bring death."

His voice was low, and the scene before him was in stark contrast to his thoughts.

Originally, he thought that the principal of the courtyard would first instill some cold and realistic knowledge into the students and lead them to face death - after all, the Ivy League War is a huge challenge that almost every student entering the courtyard will encounter, and facing death is a gap that every extraordinary person must cross in the process of growing up.

However, Xia Xiu did not respond as heavily as he expected.

"Turles..."

Xia Xiu's voice was like warm sunlight penetrating the shadows of the bamboo forest, calm and firm, with a hint of indescribable power.

He did not turn to look at Tours, but walked slowly forward, his steps light and unhurried.

He was going to walk towards his students because the students were walking towards him.

“The war we will face in the future will not only be about Ivy League, but countless catastrophes that we cannot foresee.”

"We need many things - things that are not just material, not just force, and not just theoretical knowledge."

His voice gradually became higher, and his eyes revealed an almost intense desire.

"We and they all need faith, a sense of abundance and security accumulated over countless years, and clear and distinct relationships between different classes."

“You must have emotional roots that are older than you can remember to have the strength to move forward even in the darkness of the future.

You must remember every unforgettable festival on this land - whether it is Christmas covered in ice and snow, or festivals in the hot summer;

Remember those most beautiful men and women in the courtyard, their smiles are like the rising sun, warm and fresh;
I remember the small coffee shop on the street of Whisper Square that made me feel at ease. The lazy afternoon sun shone through the curtains onto the table, accompanied by the aroma of coffee, which brought back endless peace and contemplation. "

He paused for a moment, lowered his head as if to recall some details, and then continued:
"They also need to remember the fat uncle who always had a smile on his face in the beer house in his hometown, the solemnity and romance of every wedding in the city hall, the fun and companions who once laughed with you, and the slight beard on grandpa's lips...

Remember these warm details, caress those past memories, and let every memory detail remind yourself that all of this exists just to welcome a greater future. "

"We need many, many things to mortgage the... nothing that war brings."

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This was the first time that Scribe Araz Trincas met their headmaster, the fourth sword bearer from Heaven - Hugh Abraham, the future overseer of the world.

Before him, the clerk had only heard of this legendary figure. It was rumored that he was one of the most honorable angels in heaven, carrying countless rumors. He was one of the symbols of extraordinary power and wisdom.

However, at this moment, the blond young man in front of him was very different from the sacred image he had imagined.

Hugh Abraham stood in front of everyone, tall, gentle, with an approachable smile on his face.

He was not like the high and mighty god that he had seen on the Infinite Train, but an ordinary human being...

——Humans who look and think like them.

His golden hair gleamed like warm light in the sun. He smiled brightly, shook hands with every student, and talked with him. His sincerity and care made every student feel unconditionally accepted and understood.

Araz looked at the principal in front of him, feeling somewhat surprised.

Different from that kind of distant divine pressure, the blond young man in front of him, Hugh Abraham, was just like an ordinary young man. Just like the mentors and elders he met every time, he talked to him with a faint smile, and his words were full of friendliness and understanding.

When it was Araz's turn to shake hands with the principal, he was a little nervous and his heartbeat quickened slightly.

When he held that hand, he suddenly realized that Hugh Abraham's hand was as smooth as jade, warm and strong.

"Araz Trincas..."

Hugh Abraham uttered his name softly, his voice clear as spring water.

At that moment, Araz's heartbeat suddenly paused, as if some force instantly connected him with this person.

There was a deep light in the principal's golden eyes, and his eyes were full of sincerity and expectation.

He looked at Araz and whispered:
"Have you decided what things and beings you want to record?"

Araz felt an inexplicable shock. He looked at the sincerity revealed in the other party's golden eyes and said with a sudden inspiration:
"...Of course, sir, I understand why I am here."