I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Brandon, thinking the large hamburger had attracted Richard, enthusiastically said:

"You have no problem going! The school usually selects 100 students who are willing to cooperate for the photoshoot. Asian students have never liked to participate, but if you're willing to go, Ms. Gloria will be very happy. It's a good opportunity to promote the school's internationalization and diversity. I'll take you to Ms. Gloria to register in a bit."

Richard said:

"I've finished eating, let's go now."

He is still one servant short.

The congressman is the most important person Richard can currently contact.

Even if they can't find an opportunity to recruit them as servants, they can still observe politicians' security measures up close and gather information for future actions.

Richard's application went smoothly; his skin color, coupled with Brandon's encouragement, easily won over Ms. Gloria.

"Ms. Gloria, my brother got a perfect GPA of 5!"

Gloria was very satisfied:

"Mr. Doug, what do you think of Richard?"

A thin, quiet white man looked up, adjusted his glasses, and looked Richard up and down.

The event was about to begin, and Doug was reluctant to agree to add people at the last minute.

But the boy's composure attracted him.

Children with yellow skin may win over Asian parents' votes:

"I'm Doug, Congressman Anderson's assistant. There are a few things you need to know."

"Please speak," Richard said, indicating he was all ears.

Doug said:

"If the councilor invites questions, don't raise your hand. You've registered too late; the student representatives who will ask questions have already been selected. Just keep quiet, listen attentively, and then applaud with everyone at the end."

"If you want an autograph, give me the notebook beforehand and I will hand it over to the councilor. Student representatives are not allowed to approach, especially not suddenly."

"When taking group photos, don't stand in other people's spots randomly. There are slips of paper with names on them on the ground. Find your name and stand in your spot. I don't want to see any boy who does things his own way."

......

"Just these few points, got them? Simply put, follow the crowd, don't be different, and at the end you'll get a hot, big hamburger."

Richard nodded:

"no problem."

Doug waved his hand:

"Go."

Richard was an outstanding Asian, and if he were a Black man, he would never have agreed to add someone temporarily.

Gloria pulled Richard aside, winked, and whispered:

"Richard, when we take the group photo later, you stand next to Mr. Anderson. I'll arrange a good spot for you."

Apart from Indian students, Asian students, especially boys, are generally unwilling to participate in such activities.

This time, we finally managed to coax a handsome young man from Dongda University into our lives, so of course we have to put him out there as our face.

Richard wouldn't refuse the opportunity to observe the congressman up close, and politely said:

"Thank you, Ms. Gloria."

After leaving the room, Richard thanked Brandon again, the kung fu enthusiast looking smug as if he had accomplished something great.

Richard checked his phone; the event wouldn't start until 3:30 PM after school, so there were still two hours left.

He returned to the classroom, took out "Campbell Biology AP Edition," and continued reading.

He has finished studying the entire book and is now reviewing it for the first time.

The only problem is that the experimental manual chapters were never done.

Richard had memorized first aid knowledge such as stopping bleeding from external injuries, treating burns, the principles of CPR, and dealing with airway obstruction, but he had never actually tried any of them.

Perhaps one can gain knowledge by conducting experiments?

Richard thought about it while quickly reviewing the material.

After reaching a physical fitness level of 15, Richard's reading speed became unimaginably fast. Since he was reviewing, he practically read by flipping through the pages.

Tang Yuqing thought with disdain:

"This guy's really good at pretending!"

Debbie, who had been staring at Richard, was somewhat puzzled.

Richard doesn't seem like the type of boy who likes to boast, otherwise he would have already been telling the whole class about his and Catherine's great achievements.

Thinking about this, she suddenly felt even more uncomfortable. Her mother's skin had become noticeably smoother and her complexion rosier these past few days, as if she had returned to her youthful appearance and had completely transformed into a woman nourished by love!

Debbie slumped over her desk in anguish.

"Damn it! Why did it have to turn out like this!"

Seeing Debbie's expression, Serena assumed she was regretting losing David, and felt even more smug.

She deliberately sent Debbie a message: "Debbie, wanna go to a bar?"

A bar? Debbie didn't want to talk to Serena, but the bar was too attractive to her; she had never been to one before.

Debbie casually typed on her phone: "Do you want to make up with me?"

Serena: "Think what you will. We've been best friends since childhood. It's not worth it for a man, but I'll repeat: David is mine!"

Debbie glanced at Richard furtively and typed on her phone: "A spineless coward who wets his pants, I don't want him. We've resolved our differences now, I forgive you. What time? Which bar?"

......

At 15:00 PM sharp, it was time to let out of school.

As the last class ended, the students eagerly packed their bags and left the classroom.

Richard was surprised to see that Debbie and Serena had made up and were chatting together.

The friendships among female high school students are practically a joke.

Richard got up and walked towards the laboratory.

The laboratory conditions at Francis Lewis High School are quite basic.

However, it is considered to be above average among public schools.

Unfortunately, there were probably no classes, the lab was closed, and Richard couldn't get in.

He found an AED defibrillator on the wall, briefly learned how to use it, and then gave up.

Because they did not acquire knowledge.

"Perhaps this machine is too simple?"

Richard thought for a moment.

Necromancers have three branches of knowledge: soul and desire, flesh and bone, and pain and plague.

Judging from their names, none of the three disciplines have a direct connection to AED defibrillators.

Perhaps the system sees an AED defibrillator as just an electrical appliance, and therefore considers the necromancer irrelevant?

"Perhaps I need to experiment on human bodies? Like a scalpel, simply holding it won't grant you knowledge, but if I use it to perform surgery, perhaps I can gain knowledge of flesh and bone!"

After thinking about it for a while, Richard decided to go to the Katerina Aesthetic Clinic after school.

So far, he hasn't been there and doesn't know what projects they've undertaken.

If I could do it myself, even just to get double eyelid surgery, I should be able to gain knowledge of "flesh and bones," right?

The deeper Richard pondered, the greater his curiosity about magic became.

For example, the [Touch of Pain] last time was very strange.

According to the description of the Touch of Pain: You can inflict immense soul pain upon contact with a target.

The key lies in the word "contact".

Last time, I only touched David's side of his clothes and didn't touch his skin at all, but the Painful Touch still worked.

This is very interesting.

What exactly constitutes "contact"?

If touching clothes counts as contact, then can air also be considered a kind of clothing, so that we can "touch" each other from a distance?

If contact is considered to be through air, then what is the furthest distance? 500 meters? Or 1000 meters?

If it's possible through air, what about through glass?

Where's the door?

Where are the walls?

There's only a tiny bit of magic left, perfect for testing.

Richard stepped out of the laboratory and into the outdoors.

Francis Lewis High School has a small lawn and a few large trees. Students chat in twos and threes, while a few tattooed boys hide in a corner under the trees, surrounded by smoke.

Many starlings were chirping and chattering in the big tree.

Richard walked towards the big tree.

"Hey! Kid, this isn't a place for you..." A bald, tattooed young man recognized Richard halfway through his sentence, and the rest of his words were cut off in fear:

"Uh... I'll leave right away!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

The others slunk away.