Qingyi finally understood why there were many amazing and brilliant people among the necromantic kings, because these people were also kings and unique talents when they were alive. By unique, we mean that he is the only citizen of the country who is best suited to run the country. Although Qingyi doesn't like King Bigbower very much, he has to admit that this guy is an excellent king. The self-confidence of the other party is not only generated by the strength of the country, but also by its own talent.

After the luncheon, Qingyi took a short break and rushed to the seminary because he had been invited to speak to the students. Basically, formal political activities have ended, and he is free to move around after his speeches.

The School of Evangelism is similar in size to Harvard University, with eight colleges, more than 30 departments, and more than 100 majors. There are 12,000 degree candidates officially registered, mostly at the quasi-heroic level, but also at the senior elite, with an additional 11,000 non-degree students taking one or more courses at its Extended College. There are more than 12,000 faculty members working in the seminary, including more than 2,000 professors and lecturers, and more than 7,000 faculty members working in the various teaching hospitals. Over the years, in addition to cultivating a large number of Bigbower students, the School of Evangelism has also accepted a large number of international students and visiting scholars from all over the world. It is no longer just an educational base, but also a center of cultural exchange, which fascinates the scholars of Astant.

"To put it bluntly, this is also a professional union." Nave now looked at Bigbower unpleasantly, even when she saw the bustling students of the seminary, her tone was tough.

"It's different, professional unions can be opened anywhere, but there is only one in the whole continent of the gospel college, and the quality of the students taught is different." Qingyi sighed. How nice would it be if this academy was run by his family? If you want to recruit high-level elites, you can recruit high-level elites, and if you want to recruit quasi-heroes, you can recruit quasi-heroes.

The headmaster greeted him. He was chubby, briefly introduced himself, and then took Qingyi into the academy, and introduced him proudly. This kind of person is suitable for being a scholar, not an official.

The students are very energetic, confident and compelling, exuding a sense of "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers". They naturally saw Qingyi, who was accompanied by the principal, and didn't say anything, just saluted and left, and there was nothing wrong with the etiquette. It's all arrogant, Qingyi made a judgment like this.

The walls of the academy are reassuring goose yellow and orange red, and you feel much warmer when you see it; Each building has a magic array that keeps the room temperature in place, so it's comfortable and pleasant inside (Clavisol says "It's so hot~" while undressing).

"Let's go and see where life professionals learn." Because combat professionals and life professionals study separately, Qingyi asks for this.

The group passed by the various classrooms, and Qingyi occasionally stopped and peeked out the window. Tailors learn fashion design, and the tutor talks about this year's trends for students; The blacksmiths did not crouch in front of the stove, but carefully sketched the design with a ruler, and not a millimeter of error was allowed; Doctors are dissecting corpses in groups of three, looking for diseased tissue and giving a treatment plan...... After watching one classroom after another, Nave was silent. Anyone can see how many talents this cross-era education model can send to Bigbower! How does the Dusk Empire still fight with others?

When passing by the sand table room, Qingyi asked the principal, "What about the students?" ”

"They were all sent to the barracks to experience the atmosphere of the army firsthand, and they will not come back for half a month."

"I'd like to go in and have a look."

The sand table room was cleaned very clean. There were no tables, just a dozen armchairs, and an excessively large sand table that took up half of the space. This sand table is a magic sand table, at first glance it is just a large pile of yellow sand, but as long as the map information is entered, the yellow sand will automatically condense and truly restore the terrain such as hills, forests, and lakes. Concise and easy-to-understand magic symbols hang high above the sand chess pieces, telling you the information of the chess pieces, including the class of troops, the number of pieces, etc.

However, when the principal showed how to use the sand table, Qingyi was distracted. He suddenly pointed to a chair and said, "This is where the bald eagle sits." ”

The principal was stunned: "Yes." Because it is a chair used by heroes, it has always been placed here to inspire other students. How do you know? You're just here for the first time. ”

"Because there are the most resentments wrapped around this chair." Qingyi smiled and came to the chair. The chair had clearly been stepped on with two footprints, and I don't know how long it would take to put my feet on it. There is a black resentment on the chair legs that cannot be seen by a living person, just like a large group of black snakes in copulation + mating, writhing endlessly. How many people died in war? The fact that one percent of the dead alone had a grudge is a shame. The resentful spirit came here with obsession and followed the breath of the bald eagle, and naturally wrapped around the bald eagle's special chair. Luckily, no one came to sit, otherwise I would probably have been tormented by the chair and went crazy.

These grievances are all your merits. The appearance of a bald eagle appeared in front of Qingyi's eyes. It was as if he saw the bald eagle sitting on the armrest, yawning and deducing on the sand table. He couldn't help but laugh. He reached out to hold the back of his chair to keep the bald eagle from falling, and at the same time leaned over to look at the surging sand.

What kind of scenery do you see in this chessboard?

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There are no classrooms for combat professionals, and classes are generally held in training rooms. The warriors learn the skills of force, unloading, and blocking, which seem to be some basic knowledge; Magicians study a variety of supermagic techniques, such as magic time, magic transformation, etc. Perhaps because of the relationship between following the trend, there are more students in the above two disciplines, and some of them are likely to continue to write "The Inheritance of the Sword and the Staff". It is said that there is also a competition every year, where students of the same grade compete against each other, and the top three will receive rich prizes, and those who perform particularly well can also get a piece of soul equipment.

"It's time to speak, ......you see," the headmaster said suddenly.

"Okay, it's all my fault, I almost forgot to get down to business."

The lecture will be given on an open-air lecture stage. The podium is located outside the academy and is open to not only students but also the general public. There have been many scholars who have expounded their ideas and disseminated ideas here. This time, Qingyi gave a speech on stage, and the audience was actually more than usual, probably to see the true face of the necromantic creature. The staff dispatched by the school are responsible for maintaining order in the auditorium and the aisle. And the bodyguards walked around the stage, responsible for protecting Qingyi's safety.

With a crisp bell, the venue gradually fell silent, and the audience looked at the young man with curiosity.

Qingyi said: "Distinguished ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon. I am the June Sunshine from the Twilight Empire, and I am the Bone Tyrant of the Purple Name. ”

Hearing him admit his identity in person, the audience was in a little commotion, and it quickly stopped.

"When the president of the seminary invited me to speak, I didn't know what to say. I'm a necromantic creature, I'm on the opposite side of humanity, I'm a 'wicked' person. A monster like me, whatever comes out is nonsense...... There are a lot of people here who think like this, right? So, I really don't know what to say, for I'm afraid I'll be tied up and given to the Knights of the Iron Hoof before I can say anything. But I came anyway because I wanted to communicate with everyone. ”

"Communication is a wonderful thing. Everyone watched my mouth move, but I didn't speak. Every word you hear is something that I pass through the wavelength of your soul to your heart. To put it simply, it's a heart-to-heart and spiritual dialogue. ”

"Yes, necromantic creatures have hearts, minds, and souls. On virtue? Some of my subordinates are chivalrous, and some are unconditionally loyal, in terms of wisdom? Defeating the bald eagle and an army of millions with one invention, is this kind of subordinate considered smart? Necro creatures have different bodies from humans, but have the same soul...... I'm sorry I'm wrong, but the souls of necromantic creatures are tougher, because only with a very strong belief can they escape the clutches of Hades and return to the present world. ”

"I'm not trying to erase the hatred between necromantic creatures and humans, and I don't want to glorify necromantic creatures. I just want to say, please think of us as orcs, elves, aliens, not as otherworldly creatures. Although there is friction between the two sides, there is also the possibility of cooperation. Choose to be friendly, then we are friends; Choose hostile, then we are enemies. The future is in our hands, and whether it is war or peace is only in our thoughts. ”

One of the audience members suddenly stood up and shouted, "Go to hell, necromantic creatures!" "Throw what you have in your hand. Before the bodyguards could react, a black streamer was quickly drawn, and the unknown object hit the ground. The audience was in an uproar, and they all looked over and saw that it was an egg. The audience who threw the egg was immediately twisted away by the staff at the venue, but his face was full of pride, as if the egg of the attempted murder was enough to kill Qingyi in an instant; Some of the audience even applauded this warrior, and left the venue without waiting for the staff to invite them.

However, from beginning to end, Qingyi didn't even jump his eyelids, and only cared about keeping his speech coherent. Maybe he didn't even realize the egg existed.

"Well, the gentleman just now chose to be hostile. It doesn't matter, everyone has the right to express their opinions, I accept his hostility, from this moment on, I am his enemy, and he must be mentally prepared to die at any time. Qingyi smiled and turned back into the White Bone Tyrant. The dark elements slowly spread all over the ground, like sticky black mud, which made the tyrant even paler. One by one, the silent ravens fluttered their wings and landed in the auditorium, causing the audience to scream again and again.

It was as if he had suddenly changed as a person, and there was no trace of humanity in the tyrant's voice: "This is what I really am." Scary? Scary? But it has nothing to do with me, because everyone who sees this face is an enemy, and no one cares about the feelings of the enemy. Humans, which face you want to look at, it's up to you to choose! ”

Seeing that the venue was silent, Qingyi returned to his human form and continued to speak. One after another, people left the scene, and he was indifferent.

After the speech, Qingyi bowed, and then left under the escort of the bodyguard. Someone noticed that he grinned with contempt.

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(The girl said that just hearing that Qingyi was thrown rotten eggs made me feel sadistic.) Isn't this abuse point a bit low? ）