My portable grandfather refreshes every week

Chapter 145 The Corpse Cut into 108 Pieces
In class, Xue Lude listened to the lecture while distractedly studying the emergency communication device of the interstellar column, and chatted casually with the old man.

"Silver dragons are indeed a dragon race that loves gold and silver. They often fill their dwellings with precious metals such as gold, silver, and platinum. I once even saw a silver dragon who became depressed because it couldn't collect gold or silver coins," Old Green said, recounting stories from their world.

"However, there are also stories that say that thousands of years ago, a silver dragon fell in love with a human knight and had a child with him. But because of his lifespan, the knight died before the baby silver dragon was born."

He talked at length about the stories he had read in the school's library.

It includes the origins of the Silver Kingdom, the origins of the Silver Dragon, and many stories about the Silver Dragon and humans.

In general, silver dragons are considered neutral dragons in their world. They will not actively harm humans, but they will steal gold and silver coins to build nests. The fact that Old Grimm did not see a single case of a silver dragon killing someone in the school library speaks volumes.

Although the idea of ​​robbing money is somewhat abstract.

The origin of the Silver Kingdom was even more abstract to Xue Lude. They called themselves the Silver Clan and were very good at doing business. However, for thousands of years, they had been a race that lived under the roof of other countries. But for some reason, it seemed that a god had promised them a kingdom.

They crossed mountains and valleys to reach that place, established Silver City, and after thousands of years of development, it gradually became a Silver Kingdom.

Xue Law: "..."

The story was so familiar; he even felt an itch on his scalp and unconsciously wanted to raise his hand.

"By the way, Xue, have you ever considered building a school? A magic school, the kind where you're the principal?" Old Green suddenly said.

Xue Dinglu tilted his head in confusion, wondering why the old man suddenly had such an idea.

He leaned closer to take a look and saw it was an episode of Ultraman Tiga about the esper Kirino Makio.

Xue Law: “???”

"You see, if you had a magic school, you could have educated this kid named Kirino Makio from a young age, and his tragedy wouldn't have happened. He could also be a great help to you, since you're always so busy, aren't you?" Old Green paused the video and pointed inside.

"Like this invasion today, there might be more in the future. If you can't handle it all, having a few students as assistants would be a good option." Old Green seemed to be continuing to tempt Xue to open a school.

Xue Dinglu secretly pointed to the bald teacher lecturing on the blackboard: "Look, I'm still a male college student. I can teach one or two kids occasionally, but please spare me if you want me to be the principal."

Most importantly, there are no superpowered individuals or magicians in this world. Xue Lude has seen his mother's connections; he is the only magician in the entire world. Ever since the Blue Star God Era was forcibly ended, any living being is prohibited from becoming a spirit unless permitted.

In other words, he is the only superhuman in the world.

Even those descendants of gods or other transmigrators from other worlds were forcibly regressed to the point where they were no different from ordinary people.

It can be said that, apart from Xue's Law, the Earth is an "absolutely magic-free" world.

Other units will only be affected or enhanced by magic.

He can't find any help here; if he really needs to call on someone, he'll have to call on those unreliable Greek guys.

If he really perfects the Heroic Spirit Summoning system in the future, then it might be OK. At that time, a simple "Endless Heroic Spirits, come forth" would be much more reliable than slowly raising students.

However, the progress of the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ritual was stuck. Xue's Law could only summon himself using a complete and complex ritual, but all his attempts to summon other Heroic Spirits ended in failure.

Even those familiar faces from ancient Greece couldn't be summoned by the Heroic Spirit Summoning System.

Therefore, whether it's the student body or the environment, it would be quite difficult for him to open a magic school.

“Isn’t this space of yours very suitable as the address for a magic school?” Old Green pointed to Xue’s consciousness space.

Xue Law: “???”

"An independent subspace with the potential for infinite expansion. Everything here, including light and environment, is tied to you. Where you are, it is daytime here; where you are, it is nighttime here. It also meets the 'mysterious' characteristics required by your world."

"Besides that, your house can be renovated to become a dormitory, and a fixed teleportation portal can be installed, so it will be convenient even if you go to other worlds." Old Green became more and more excited as he spoke, and the more feasible it seemed.

He acted on his idea immediately, drawing architectural blueprints on the ground in his consciousness space, clearly showing all the parameters and the building structure.

"You actually drew this?"

"No need to trouble you. Just provide me with the stones and metal. I can build this school all by myself. Let me tell you, my civil engineering magic is the strongest in the world. I built most of the buildings in that academy myself." The old man seemed quite excited, his eyes practically glowing as he looked at the building structure on the ground.

There's a kind of abstract image that elementary school students want to create on the beach, like sand sculptures.

The architectural plans included everything from teaching buildings and office buildings to monster huts, clock towers, libraries, and astronomical towers. Xue Dinglu felt his scalp tingle as he looked at the densely packed drawings, wondering what the old man was thinking. His consciousness space wasn't actually that large yet; a library would be more than enough for him.

Forget it, let him play if he wants. Consider it payment for the old man exchanging dozens of fairy tale magics from Xue's Law. We can just order a batch of marble, steel bars, and cement for him to build and play with at his own pace.

He was still researching emergency communication devices, and every now and then he wanted to test those fairy tale magics.

The bald old professor stood in front of the podium, his chalk constantly drawing on the basic knowledge points in the textbook of ideological and political education, saying that these were the topics that would be tested at the end of the semester.

Most students are drowsy. The thick textbook of the Ideological and Moral Cultivation course, with its hundreds of pages, is enough to deter most people. Moreover, much of the content is actually the same as what they learned in humanities classes in middle school, so many people don't care about it.

It's still common to see students secretly playing on their phones, chatting, and countless others dozing off at a top-tier university like USTC.

"A philosophy of life mainly includes one's attitude towards life, life values, and life purpose. These three are unified and mutually restrictive, and they are all essential points for the final exam. You must take careful notes..."

The teacher on the podium seemed to be trying to rouse the students' enthusiasm, but it wasn't very effective.

Looking at the knowledge points on the blackboard, Xue Luding habitually took notes, while wondering if those otherworldly people he had taken to the police station were learning the same things now.
He recalled that there were also exams for ideological and political education and general theory courses in the labor camp, and the exams were quite difficult. If you didn't memorize the material carefully, you might have to work twice as many sewing machines.

Just as his mind began to wander freely, there was a knock on the classroom door. The department head suddenly said, "Excuse me for interrupting the class, is Xue Dinglu here? Please come to the office..."

"Hmm?" Xue Dinglu stood up in confusion, put on his mask and sunglasses, and left the classroom.

The students started talking about it, after all, Xue Dinglu had only attended a few classes since the start of the semester, making him the most mysterious student in the class.

At the same time, he also has the identity of a "director," which makes it hard for others not to have any doubts.

When Xue Dinglu arrived at the office, he was greeted by the department head chatting warmly with several officers.

Xue Luding was even more puzzled. Could it be that those people from another world had caused some trouble? That shouldn't be the case. His and Old Green's passionate sealing technique combination had them completely under their control. Not to mention a near-fourth-tier mage, even a true fourth-tier mage would be helpless if sealed.

"Hello, Xue Dinglu, there are some things we'd like to understand. Excuse me, Director, could you please step outside for a moment, and please stay away from the door? What I'm about to say might not be suitable for you to hear." The old officer's eyes were incredibly sharp, making the department head feel uneasy.

"Okay, okay." The young officer stood guard at the door, and then only Xue Dinglu and the old officer remained in the office.

"Was it those illegal foreigners causing trouble?" Xue asked tentatively, but seeing the old police officer's sharp eyes, Xue felt it was unlikely.

If it's those people causing trouble, they should go after them. Neither electric shocks nor six blows per second will break the seal.

"No, they're conducting compulsory ideological and political education right now, which covers more material than what you're learning in class. It has nothing to do with them." The old police officer didn't touch the tea in the paper cup on the table; he just held the cup.

After seemingly considering how to speak, he finally said, "Someone had an accident yesterday, it has nothing to do with you, I'm just making a routine inquiry..."

Xue Law: “???”

“Someone died at the school. The body was discovered at 7 a.m. this morning. It was found in Baohe, not far northeast of the school. It was broken into 108 pieces…” The old police officer seemed to have considered his words for a long time before saying them.

"What time was the death?" Xue asked immediately.

"Around 5 a.m., don't worry, you can't be a suspect. At this time, you should be beating up those illegal foreigners. You're cleared of suspicion. I just wanted to talk to you to get some information and see if there's anything we haven't discovered." The veteran officer seemed to be trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

But it doesn't seem to have any effect.

5 o'clock was exactly the time he was busy teaching those otherworldly people a lesson, and it just so happened that he wasn't in Jiangcheng.

Another life was lost right before my eyes...

Xue Law recounted every detail of last night in detail, his mind replaying every single detail as clearly as a video recorder.

No, there's something else: eye-tracking records.

This feature, provided by the great sage, allowed him to record everything he saw.

Without saying a word, Xue extracted the video and handed the USB drive to the veteran police officer, claiming that he had been wearing a hidden pinhole camera to record the video.

The veteran police officer took the USB drive very seriously and fell silent again.

"Where is the scene of the body? I'd like to go with them and see if we can find anything."

(End of this chapter)