Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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Reporting on the unexpected situation

Today, while riding my bike home, I was hit by an empty pavement tile and flew through the air, slamming my body hard against the ground.

My elbow needed five or six stitches, my knees were also injured, and my whole body was covered in abrasions, making it hard to put my hands down while typing. When I got home, I found that my hip had been attacked by an unknown weapon, leaving a bruise that almost landed on my little Yue.

I've been having such bad luck lately. Luckily, the X-ray showed no bone damage, but I still can't move at all. I'll probably have to abstain from sex for at least half a month.

A-Yue will try her best to keep updating. If she really can't type, she will ask for leave from everyone. If there is no news, it may be because she has stopped. Please rest assured.

Finally, what kind of awful roads are around my house?! Seriously!

Chapter 195 Brother Niu's Crime Doesn't Deserve Death

"I'm incredibly strong today too!"

On the playground of Qing Teng Academy, Jeston put down the barbell in his hand, picked up the coat that was lying aside, and very coolly hooked it with his hand and draped it over his right shoulder.

"The current mages' concepts are still too outdated. You need to be strong yourself to forge iron. If you don't have any strength, you can't even unclog a toilet. Unlike me..."

He suddenly frowned, glanced back at the barbells neatly arranged on the ground, and shook his head.

"Those mages on the campus network are so ungrateful. They're all like sour lemons, saying things like I've built up dead muscles from working out, that my testicles are getting smaller the more I train, and that I'll be going to a steroid planet sooner or later... Haha, little do they know, my knowledge has long surpassed the limits of their imagination!"

Jeston clenched his fist and quickly logged onto the magic network, entering the "Black Hand of the Mage" chat area.

"Let's see if our spiritual leader has updated today... Hmm? What's this, a link?"

Curious, he copied the link into his mind and then spent some time connecting to the forum beacon.

"The Mage's Hand, huh? Heh, the spiritual leader really has a soft spot for this spell. What is this? Is he over eighteen?"

Jesston scratched his head and, on a whim, chose "No".

"This is the first time I've seen this kind of prompt. I'm curious to see what will make a difference... Wow!"

His eyes widened. Just now, he felt something, incredibly powerful, flick his penis!

"Ho, ho..."

Jeston instantly arched his body like a boiled shrimp, shrank his neck, looked at the mage's hand slowly dissipating in the air, then covered his groin and knelt down, trembling all over.

The forum beacon's follow-up message slowly appeared before his eyes. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, trembling as he looked at the message.

"Underage... not permitted to view pornographic content..."

"Damn it!" He quickly switched to the "over 18" option, on the verge of tears, and couldn't help but complain, "If it's not allowed, it's not allowed! Why are you playing Brother Niu?! Brother Niu doesn't deserve to die!"

After lying on the ground for a while, Jeston finally recovered. He glanced at his classmates who were pointing and whispering about him not far away, curled his lip, and looked at the "Hand of Mages" beacon again with a bit of lingering fear.

"What is this? And what is this?"

He slowly widened his eyes and murmured:

"Wow, our spiritual leader created a holy land, we have a home now... This kind of thing can't be spread freely on the magic network, it's like a forbidden forum for 'Goddess Doujinshi'..."

"Huh? Is it banned?" Jeston suddenly felt something was wrong. He scratched his head, dismissed the strange feeling, and started limping.

"Musk just asked me to go to Silver Street, and since I haven't found any suitable teammates, I might as well go!"

……

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"Good morning, dear Teacher Yin."

On his way to the academy, Yin Xiuer stared blankly at the clump of green vine leaves in his hand for a moment. After checking his bag to make sure there were no other clumps of leaves, he began to examine the small triangle in his hand.

She glanced at the writing on the leaf again, then curiously unfolded the green vine leaf wrapped like a rice dumpling, thinking to herself:

"Did Little La write me a short message? It's quite a unique shape. What region is this custom from? Speaking of which, the elves used to have a tradition of writing letters on leaves, because in their hands, leaves filled with messages lasted longer than paper or scrolls..."

"They would always carry the leaves they had written letters to with them, so they could always sense the leaves' condition. When I was a child, my mother took me to a fairy's funeral. The old fairy who had died was covered with all kinds of leaves, like a pair of broad wings, rustling in the wind..."

Yin Xiuer paused, snapping out of her reverie and looking at the text message in her hand.

"Although there are many things I want to tell you, such as directly confronting your awkward feelings or ruthlessly digging into your inner struggles hidden in the inertia of life, after thinking about it, I still want to be gentler to you in the future, just like you said, so I gave up."

"Huh? What does this mean?" Yin Xiu looked at the sky in confusion, making sure he wasn't sleepwalking, and then murmured:

"But there's a vague feeling of being touched... How strange..."

A gust of wind blew by, and she raised her hand to hold down her wide-brimmed hat, which had been lifted up, and held her handbag to her chest to prevent it from swaying in the wind. Only after the wind subsided did she take the green ivy leaf out of her pocket again and look back with firm steps.

"A friend of mine who wishes to remain anonymous (not me) once said, 'Your adventure has only just begun, don't stop!' I wholeheartedly agree. Life is like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you fall behind. If you stay in one place, you're ultimately being held back by some ungrateful anchors."

"Heaven and earth are the inn of all things, and time... time is just time itself... well, anyway, it means that life is about embarking on a journey! The same goes for Teacher Yin; clinging to the past doesn't mean you can't attack tomorrow! As the saying goes, offense is the best defense. Join me, let's crush this world and become legends of Night City!..."

Silversley read the entire letter word by word, then gently stroked a green ivy leaf, unsure whether to laugh or cry in silence. Many of the descriptions in the letter seemed to have gone unnoticed even by herself, but Latis's tone was as familiar as if they had lived together for decades. She felt a mix of unease and warmth, and in the end, she succumbed to that warmth.

After a long while, she slightly curled the corners of her lips and let out a long breath.

"……Thank you."

The magnificent golden gate came into view. Silver Xiu'er paused for a moment, looking at the Queen's Academy that was now close at hand. She carefully tucked the green vine leaf into her inner pocket, and, in another gust of wind, held down the brim of her hat and went inside.

……

"Hello, Principal Richman."

Richman Wells, who was playing chess alone in the principal's office, looked up at Silver Hugh by the door.

"Is this... Ms. Yin from the intermediate class?" Richman nodded, gesturing for her to enter, then placed his hands together on the table and asked elegantly:

"Is there something you need, Ms. Yin?"

“It’s like this.” Silver Hugh took out the letter of recommendation she had written for Latis from her bag, stepped forward and handed it to Richman, then returned to her original position and said:

"This is a letter of recommendation for one of my students. His mage qualities are outstanding, and I think he can be recommended for the list of prospective new nobles in the capital."

Richman took the letter of recommendation, glanced at Latis's name, and immediately raised his eyebrows. He pondered for a moment, then asked:

"Teacher Yin, are you sure you don't want to give it to the eldest sons and daughters of other nobles in the class? As far as I know, several nobles are waiting for you to nominate their children to get them into the Queen's sights."

Silver Hugh shook his head and said:

"Does the Queen's granting of only one recommendation spot to each teacher encourage them to play both sides among the nobility and wait for the best offer? I've already made up my mind."

“Okay.” Richman shrugged, putting the letter of recommendation in the drawer, and said casually:

"However, generally speaking, after submitting a nomination, it is the family that receives the recommendation that faces pressure and attacks from the other families that are not selected. This time you selected a commoner from outside the capital, so I guess you yourself will be the one facing pressure and attacks."

“I know…” A hint of hesitation appeared on Silver’s face.

"Oh? It's not too late to regret it now." Richman said, cracking his knuckles with interest.

“No.” Silvershoul shook his head. “I don’t know what the nobles in the capital are thinking. If what you say is true, does that mean that student Latis won’t be attacked by others, but I will have to bear the questioning of the nobles?”

“…Yes.” Richman frowned slightly and nodded.

"That's good, thank you, Principal Richman."

Silver Hughes finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. She politely said goodbye to Rickyman and walked outside.

As soon as the door opened, she saw Zerris, wearing sunglasses and a magic cloak, standing in the corridor with his arms crossed, waiting. Silver Shul was stunned for a moment, then looked at the badge on Zerris's chest, bowed again, and left gracefully.

Zerris stared at Silver Hugh's retreating figure, his brows furrowing beneath his large sunglasses. That silhouette seemed to carry a faint, lingering sense of familiarity...

Without knocking, he strode in, paced back and forth for half a minute while Rickyman looked at him with a disapproving expression, and then plopped down on Rickyman's desk.

"What could it be? How strange!"

Zerris took off his sunglasses and rhythmically tapped his forehead while muttering to himself.

"Are you alright?" Richman finally couldn't help but complain, "If you're alright, go outside and turn right to help sort out the structure of the magic network nodes. Anyway, you might as well use your magic power."

"Let's not talk about that now." Zerris tucked his sunglasses into his collar, jumped off the table, and turned to say:

"Tell me, who was that teacher just now, wearing a black double-breasted coat and a wide-brimmed hat?"

“That person just now…” Richman paused, “Professor Silvershurst? He came to submit a letter of recommendation for his student.”

"Sigh, I'm not interested in the trivial matters of the nobility in the capital. I haven't even managed the thousand-square-meter manor that my apprentice gave me... Hmm? Apprentice?"

Zerris seemed to have caught a glimmer of inspiration, but too much time had passed and he couldn't remember clearly. He could only shake his head helplessly and casually glance at the letter of recommendation that Richman took out of the drawer.

"Wait, that kid Latis?"

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"I feel like someone's saying I'm handsome behind my back..."

Latis rubbed his itchy nose, but this level of muttering was far from enough to make him sneeze. He put his hand down and continued passionately pressing the shopkeeper's summoning bell at the front desk of the magic equipment shop.

Suddenly, the dwarf shopkeeper, Lingling, popped her head out from behind his waist and asked in a low voice:

"You wanted to see me... Is there something you need?"

"Hey Chao, what are you doing crouching behind me..." Halfway through his sentence, Latis suddenly noticed Lingling's straight legs, gasped, and immediately changed his words:

"Dormammu, oops, Mr. Bellbell, I'm here to negotiate!"

"Negotiate terms? What terms?" Lingling scratched her head, elbowed Latis aside, and walked into the store carrying a small bag.

"Here's the thing, you originally wanted to go to the auction to buy a hammer today but didn't have time? I can help you buy it, but you have to see if you can use it to make something."

After saying that, Latis threw a pile of gold-devouring dogs out of the dimensional gap and onto the counter.

The sticky, smacking sound made Lingling turn around immediately. Upon seeing this scene, she gaped open, frozen in place as if petrified, and even the light in her eyes vanished instantly.

"Uh, well, although this thing looks rather shabby, it actually has quite a history..."

Latis chuckled dryly, about to pick up the history and explain it, but found it difficult to begin, so he could only make things up:

"Actually, this isn't history, it's compressed ore..."

“I know!” Lingling put down the small bag in her hand, looked at Shi on the counter, picked up a pair of fire tongs from the ground, and picked up Shi.

"Such high purity, it must come from a mature Gold-Eating Hound... It has perfectly fused mithril, which has a huge capacity for magic essence, and anodite, which has a very high permeability to magic essence, together to form such a unique fusion, which maximizes the power output of magic essence..."

"I don't understand." Latis grinned. "I'm illiterate. Can you explain it more simply?"

"..." Lingling took a deep breath, her face tense, picked up her small bag from the ground, and then took out an antique hammer from it.