Lord: Starting with Summoning the Regular Army of Earth

Chapter 126 An "Exchange Student" from Earth

Blue Star, the "Blue Scholars" reserve team base, briefing room.

When the words "Interdimensional teleportation permission has been issued, and the first batch of personnel list has been confirmed" appeared on the huge screen that occupied the entire wall, the room fell into a brief silence.

Su Wanxia stood in front of the screen, her gaze sweeping over the eleven faces sitting below the stage. That's right, there were only eleven people left in the reserve team at this moment.

In the past month of what could be described as "devilish training," one person withdrew before the final evaluation because they could not withstand the dual pressure of high-intensity simulation training and theoretical learning.

The remaining eleven are all survivors who, after enduring a massive bombardment of information, extreme mental exertion, and countless tests of "reshaping their values," still maintain a strong thirst for knowledge and unwavering beliefs.

They not only thoroughly mastered various magical theories and the supplementary materials from the other world, but they could even draw complete zero-ring spell models and energy flow diagrams in their dreams. They could conduct simple conversations in the common language of the other world and recite the basic governing principles of Emberstone Ridge and the relationships between the main figures in the territory.

Their understanding of that world may be deeper than that of many local civilians.

They knew that real mana flowed in the air, that magic was a usable tool, that a place called Emberstone Ridge was trying to ignite the spark of industry, and that Matthew, as a transmigrator, had opened the connection between the two worlds, allowing Earthlings to connect their consciousness with the bodies of other worlds and achieve a kind of "transmigration".

But the more they learned, the more curious and longing they became, eager to see for themselves that real, magical world that was so different from Earth.

To truly feel and manipulate mana, and to put everything they have learned into practice.

And today, it seems that the moment has finally arrived.

"Following a comprehensive evaluation and with the approval of the Supreme Command, the following is the list of personnel confirmed for the first batch of 'Deep Blue Scholars' field research missions."

Su Wanxia's voice was as steady as ever, but those familiar with her might be able to detect a hint of tension beneath that calm tone.

She picked up a thin document that seemed to weigh a ton.

However, the eleven Deep Blue scholars were even more nervous than her; for a moment, their breaths seemed to stop.

"Lin Xiaoyang".

Lin Xiaoyang, whose name was called, shuddered almost imperceptibly, then straightened his back.

His eyes suddenly lit up, filled with anticipation, nervousness, excitement, and a sense of relief.

For nearly a month, aside from eating and sleeping, he spent almost all his time immersed in those documents that smelled of ink and in the cold simulation pod.

He derived countless mathematical formulas in an attempt to explain the compatibility of mana with the standard model, and mentally constructed thousands of topological analyses of the spell model.

He longed for a world where he could personally "touch" the rules and verify his conjectures; he yearned for it so intensely that it made his heart itch.

At this moment, the moment of his dream coming true finally arrived. He felt his heart racing, his blood surging, as if every cell in his body was cheering.

"Chen Yu".

The girl sitting diagonally in front of Lin Xiaoyang looked up, her fair face expressionless. She simply adjusted her glasses and nodded slightly.

But the slightly white knuckles of her fingers holding the pen revealed the turmoil in her heart.

For her, magic is not a fantasy story, but another exquisite mathematical language that is waiting to be deciphered.

She longed to see those runes "compile and run" in a real mana environment, and to use her algebraic geometry tools to analyze the deep symmetries of those spell models.

Going to another world meant entering a living, vast, and unknown mathematical structure. This temptation was irresistible to her.

"Liu Jun."

The young man with the buzz cut stood up abruptly, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and replied in a deep voice, "Here!"

His eyes were sharp and focused, without the slightest hesitation or wavering.

For him, the other world was a completely new "battlefield" that required a reassessment of all combat elements.

Being among the first to enter means being able to establish a cognitive advantage and develop contingency plans as early as possible.

This was a mission, and a challenge, and he was well prepared.

"Wang Hao".

"Here!" The "amateur science enthusiast" who always looked excited and had a leaping mind almost jumped up from his chair, clenched his fists, and his face was filled with uncontrollable, almost childlike ecstasy.

"Awesome! Haha, finally I can go to another world! I want to personally calculate the physical constants there? Observe if there are microscopic wrinkles in the spacetime structure? Can the interference of consciousness on mana be described by the quantum decoherence model? I want to design experiments! I want to—"

He was rambling incoherently, and those around him cast helpless yet understanding glances his way.

"Zhou Mingyuan".

The last person named was a middle-aged man of about forty years old with a calm demeanor. He was originally a top expert in ancient writing and semiotics in China, and made outstanding contributions to deciphering the structure and potential linguistic meaning of those basic runes.

He slowly rose, nodded slightly to Su Wanxia and the others, his eyes gleaming with the calm yet fervent light characteristic of a scholar.

"It is my honor to travel with you all to explore the 'language' and writing of a completely new civilization."

"The above five comrades will be the first advance research team members of the 'Indigo Scholars' project. They will be summoned to another world in twenty-four hours."

Su Wanxia's gaze swept over the five faces, some young, some mature, but all filled with determination and longing: "Your mission has been detailed in the briefing materials. I'll emphasize three points again: First, safety is always the top priority, including personal safety and information security. Second, all actions must be based on assisting Commander Matthew and serving the development of the territory; your research must be combined with the actual needs of the territory. Third, keep observing, keep recording, keep thinking. You are not only researchers, but also the first and most important bridge between the two worlds and the two civilization systems."

"The remaining six comrades," she said, looking at the others whose faces were filled with disappointment, "don't be disappointed. You will be part of the second echelon, and you will rotate with the first echelon every ten days."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy appeared on the faces of the six people. It was just a delay, not that they couldn't go. Their feelings were like riding a roller coaster.

"Alright, now, the five selected individuals, you have twelve hours to handle personal matters and bid farewell to your families within a confidential framework. After twelve hours, return here for final physical examinations, equipment distribution, and a pre-departure briefing. Dismissed!"

Meanwhile, after dinner, Matthew went to the soap factory and ordered all the finished soaps and bar soaps to be loaded onto the truck.

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Tomorrow he plans to go to Ironrock City again to deliver some finished products to his soap workshop, and also to transport some "weapon raw materials" into the city.

Just as Matthew returned to the manor from the soap workshop, the familiar sound of brushing came from the stable.

Matthew stopped and looked over, and saw Conrad holding a brush, carefully grooming the mane of the Hummer that had been brought back from the wind-eroded highlands.

Conrad's movements were skillful, his gaze gentle; he didn't seem to be tending to livestock, but rather quietly spending time with an old friend.

Matthew didn't say anything to disturb them, he just watched quietly.

Conrad's love for horses was ingrained in his very being, especially for fine steeds, so he was very fond of the Hummer that Matthew brought back from the wind-eroded highlands.

Looking at the scene before him, Matthew's long-held idea became clear again: to redeem "Nightshade".

"It's time to let Nightshade go home," Matthew thought to himself. Now that Emberstone Ridge was not short of money, it had enough gold coins to redeem Nightshade. Even if it cost more money, it didn't matter. This was his promise to Conrad.

Nightshade was not just a horse, but also Conrad's close friend.

As he was thinking, a series of slightly hurried footsteps and a breathless call came from the side.

"Teacher, I'm here!"

Matthew turned his head at the sound and saw Carl jogging towards the stable, his face still covered in sweat from his work, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He was somewhat surprised. Teacher?

When did Karl become Conrad's student?

It seems that many new things have indeed happened in the territory that I hadn't noticed during my absence.

Curious, he stopped and looked at Conrad, who had come out of the stable after hearing the noise.

Conrad set the brush aside, nodded to Carl, and asked in his usual calm tone, yet with a hint of barely perceptible concern, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten, teacher," Karl answered honestly. But as soon as he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled softly, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

In fact, he had just finished his work for the day and hadn't even had time to eat.

At this moment, Karl also noticed Matthew not far away, hurriedly straightened up, and bowed respectfully: "My Lord."

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"No need for formalities." Matthew smiled and waved his hand, his gaze shifting between Conrad and Carl, before asking with interest, "Conrad, when did you take on the new students? I didn't know."

Conrad took a half step forward and bowed slightly: "I did not have time to report this matter to you in detail, sir. It was my own decision. Please forgive me."

"What's there to apologize for?" Matthew laughed. "Taking on students is your prerogative, and I'm just happy for you."

I was just a little curious.

Seeing that Matthew did not blame him, Conrad relaxed a little and briefly recounted how Carl had found him a few days ago and how he had insisted on using his accumulated work points—enough to buy a brand new standard room—as "tuition" to beg for combat skills.

When he saw Karl in his ragged clothes, he couldn't help but be moved. Those work points seemed to represent not just numbers, but Karl's sincere heart and his perseverance.

Because Conrad knew very well that he had saved every penny and worked himself to the bone to accumulate so many work points.

Although in his view, Karl had already missed his best learning opportunity and could not become a true knight, Conrad admired his determination and perseverance.

I also believe that even if such a person cannot become an excellent knight, he can definitely become an excellent warrior. In the future, with the blessing of the lord's divine weapons, Karl may also become a fierce general who makes enemies tremble with fear.

After hearing this, Matthew couldn't help but look at Carl with new respect. To save the work points that were essential for making a living in order to pursue a seemingly bleak future required not only courage, but also a tenacious determination to burn one's bridges.

He seemed to see another form of "bravery" belonging to ordinary people.

"Yes," Matthew nodded, his eyes filled with approval, and said to Karl, "Conrad's judgment is sound. You'll be a very good student. Study hard, persevere, and you'll surely have a place among the knights of Emberstone Ridge in the future."

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These words struck Karl's heart like a thunderclap or a beam of light.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly filled with an uncontrollable glint of tears and burning heat.

Without any hesitation, he bent his knees and knelt heavily on the hard, muddy ground with a thud. His voice trembled with excitement, yet it was incredibly loud: "I—I will definitely work hard! I will never let down the lord and my teacher! Karl is willing to go through fire and water for the lord and for Ashstone Ridge!"

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