When Jiao Ming's side is ready, the school will naturally not waste human resources, and immediately start arranging a course for Jiao Ming: a fighting class for a water magic warrior.

In order to avoid suspicion, Jiao Ming did not show the seven rings of the qi system when he applied for the job, so the assistant teacher of the seven rings of the water system was naturally a magic course of the water system. As for the application of water magic, the Ifusen Theocracy can't play tricks, and it is still three major branches, water magic warriors, trauma first aid treatment and enchantment. Of course, it was replaced with a more 'religious' name, and Jiao Ming didn't bother to remember it.

And the martial arts course was also made clear by Jiao Ming in advance, and the ostensible reason was that he was not good at healing and enchanting, and he was just misleading people's children. In fact, it is to avoid too much communication. After all, fighting is a thing that puts aside words and can just 'talk' with your fists, saving you a lot of trouble.

It was to wait for the school bell to ring, and the second big class in the afternoon began. On the playground of the academy, Jiao Ming confronted the young priest students who were standing in two piles. In terms of age, he is fifteen or sixteen years old, slightly younger than Heishi and others. A bunch of gorgeously dressed students were chatting and gossiping, and they glanced at Jiao Ming from time to time, and the disdain in their eyes was obvious. The other group of students were mostly blue-nosed and swollen, and their expressions were shrunken and whispering, and Jim and the other three were also among them.

Of course, Jiao Ming received simple military training when he was a student, although he had never touched a real gun, and the fighting was only a few times of military physical boxing, but he had at least experienced it in a military posture. At this time, it was unpleasant to see the students so scattered, and then considering Liwei and not worrying about the long-term consequences, he simply sneered and clenched his fists, roared first, and then pounced into the students like a flock.

While he was stunned, he first knocked down seven or eight, and when the students subconsciously fought back, they would defeat seventeen or eighteen. The remaining 20 or so people saw that they were invincible, and stood cowardly and trembled, and the smarter ones scattered and fled.

But no matter how fast the running speed of the third and fourth rings is, it can't be compared with the seventh ring. Jiao Ming went around in a circle, solved the escape, and finally in line with the principle of treating everyone equally, he didn't let go of those who were stunned.

At this point, all the priests and students fell to the ground. Gritted his teeth and healed himself, staring at Jiao Ming's eyes with fire. The more cowardly ones hugged the sore spot and wailed, as if they had died of a loved one. More is somewhere in between.

And at this point, there is a strange differentiation. The arrogant ones just now all exposed the essence of weak chickens, and the bunch of students who shrank back had quite a few tough guys and female tough guys.

Jiao Ming saw it in his eyes and frowned slightly, but he didn't know more details, and he didn't have to make judgments. However, it is certain that Liwei's action was very successful, and he immediately turned his head to signal Dieda.

Butterfly took a half step forward and shouted for the students to line up neatly. Of course, some people are not convinced by this link, but under Jiao Ming's fist, they immediately understood that this was just a spokesperson.

The circus tames animals by whips, and Jiao Ming uses his fists here, and the effect is similar. The trainees lined up according to their height, and then began to run around the playground. After three warm-ups, under Jiao Ming's arrangement, they fought in pairs.

When the sun set, the school bell rang again, and Jiao Ming's first class passed like this. As for the inevitable consequences such as complaints and retaliation, Jiao Ming didn't care at all. After a period of time, without the dismissal of the school, he will pat his ass and leave.

And from such a simple lesson, Jiao Ming also found many problems. In this class of less than fifty people, the antagonism was actually more serious than that between the two robes of the Blue Python Kingdom's Advanced Magic Academy.

The two groups are nominally classmates, but they have a posture of not getting along with each other. What's even more ridiculous is that the bullied group is faintly divided into two groups, although there is a conversation but it is very limited, and it can be judged from the clothes that they are from well-off and poor families. In addition, Jim is on the poor side, and Xiaoshan and Baiyang are both on the richer side, and the three of them don't seem to know each other.

This was followed by the bells of Rest, which rang throughout the city of Divine Grace, and the students were dismissed from school, and the teachers and a small number of boarders had dinner in the small cafeteria. At this point, Jiao Ming finally saw all the faculty of this priest college, which can really be described as shabby.

Not counting Jiao Ming himself, there are only twelve people in total, and he vaguely feels that the principal and another old man should be the ninth ring, the other four are the eighth ring, the fifth seventh ring, and the younger one is only the sixth ring.

When the food was ready and the pre-meal prayer was over, Jiao Ming fell into another kind of despair. These foods were so bad that they made people unappetizing, Jiao Ming controlled his expression, and decided not to torture his taste buds after eating less, which was somewhat in line with the ascetic personality.

After dinner, it's time for free time. Jiao Ming took Dieda straight to the library next to the teaching building, a small two-story building. The first floor is just ordinary books, most of which do not deal with magical knowledge, such as history, calculations, poetry, etc. A small number of books also involve very superficial magical knowledge, similar to the "Four Elephants Meditation Method" in the United Kingdom Inner Rotten Street.

While wandering, Jiao Ming also determined that there were special spatial fluctuations in the corner of the second floor, as expected. But strangely, the fluctuation was not as strong as expected, and it was far from the level of the portal. There are three possibilities for a simple conjecture, either a more advanced technology, or an unopened state, or not a portal at all.

And guessing too much was useless, Jiao Ming pretended to walk up the stairs leisurely, but was stopped by an old woman who suddenly appeared halfway. Jiao Ming was startled and looked at the other party carefully.

This old woman has a simple winter coat, a rickety figure, and a wrinkled face, but she has kind eyebrows and kind eyes. The grade looks like the old principal, but the spirit seems to be even worse.

What Jiao Ming can be sure of is that this person did not appear in the small cafeteria just now. What is uncertain is the strength of this person, which feels very vague. But even if the other party is an ordinary person, you can't make a break in such an environment. After listening to a nagging that he couldn't understand at all, Jiao Ming saluted respectfully and retreated to the first floor.

Looking for a secluded place, Jiao Ming drew a question mark on the palm of Dieda's hand. Of course, Butterfly understood that the wall had ears, and used the pen and paper she carried with her to communicate, writing down the old woman's nagging to the effect that only the headmaster could go up to the second floor.

Jiao Ming nodded, not feeling much surprise. In a previous conversation with Jim, it was also stated that the teacher was only to infiltrate the library, and that entering the 'vault' would require other means.

The action of stepping on the point ended here, so as not to be too conspicuous, under the hint of Dieda, Jiao Ming randomly chose a book about history. I sat at the table and flipped it from time to time, and was in a daze until about nine o'clock, and then returned to the teaching building.

Originally, there was no teacher's dormitory in this college, after all, at the beginning of the school's establishment, no one could have imagined that the existence of a high-ring magician would not be able to afford even a nearby house. But over the centuries, in fact, four out of twelve teachers slept in idle classrooms, like Jiao Ming, with empty desks to build beds. This is more or less a reuse of idle resources.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day Jiao Mingyou took the students to repair the school building, which was considered to have completely offended the students. Even that night, from Jim's move to hearing that some students threatened to retaliate, but Jiao Ming only turned a deaf ear.

For the next few days, Jiao Ming lived like a newcomer to the ascetic, living in peace and security in the dilapidated priesthood and the city of divine grace. But I always recall a joke about tourism and immigration.

The general idea is that traveling is like visiting a zoo, everything is new, and wild animals such as lions and tigers are just like that, and they are sick in cages. But the immigrants live directly in the zoo's animal cages, and without that layer of iron railings, everything will be turned upside down.

On the first day, I was able to endure the novelty of being with a lot of religious fanatics. But in just three days, Jiao Ming had the feeling of living in an insane asylum.

But on the fifth day, Jiao Ming, who had observed more and more thoroughly, found that this was a crazier place than an insane asylum. The reason for this is that some people are still rational and have doubts about what is in the teachings. But for various reasons of individual instinct and group society, these people show a pious appearance in the form of 'comparison'. There is no solution to this.

This makes those 'blind believers' seem more 'acceptable', such as another water teacher: Gelshu, a commoner-born eight-ring water magician, majoring in enchantment, and a bachelor in his fifties. But the number of rings is not low, but the brain is too smooth, and the level of enchantment is so bad that it is not as good as the blood and magic of the crocodile leader.

And the reason why Geshu attracted Jiao Ming's attention was that he couldn't understand the details of some butterflies all day long, and he only knew that it was probably ascending to heaven. Out of curiosity, Jiao Ming asked a little, and only then did he understand that he was struggling with the difference between the old and new teachings of the "Ancient Tree Sutra" and couldn't extricate himself. Specifically, because of the change of discipline, because of the complete observance of the old teachings, there is no longer confidence in ascending to heaven.

At this point, Jiao Ming found that as long as this Gelshu was mentally retarded and chatted along with his words, it was still easy to get along with.

In addition, there is one more thing worth mentioning these days. That is Jiao Ming's disguise in his spare time, secretly contacting grain merchants to negotiate the issue of consignment sales of fertilizer. It's a pity that this can't be described as not going well, and there is no progress at all. For some unknown reason, these grain merchants have no interest in increasing food production.

There must be a problem here, but Jiao Ming didn't dare to ask in depth, so as not to arouse suspicion without common sense. I only secretly wrote down this matter and left it for future investigation in the farming area.

Several tasks to come to Divine Grace City were at an impasse, and Jiao Ming had to turn his attention back to the library, sketching and organizing his thoughts on a blank piece of paper.

First of all, only the principal can enter, and if this rule is followed, Jiao Ming may be able to apply to become the principal. But this was obviously a joke, and even if the old man agreed to step aside, Jiao Ming didn't want to spend one more day with a group of real madmen and an even crazier group of people pretending to be crazy.

The second option is to break in and control the old woman for a day and a half. But after observing for the past few days, Jiao Ming felt that the old woman was not easy to deal with, at least it was an eighth ring, and he could only be sure that it was not a water system, and the situation was not clear.

The third option is to use air magic to teleport in. To be on the safe side, it's best to keep the old woman out of the way.

And all three of the above are facing a big problem, is there really no more security means in the vault area on the second floor of the library? Butterfly thought for a moment, then shook her head. Then it was written: 'Ask Jim'

Jiao Ming had no choice but to contact the little ones again, and the location must be outside the school. After many days, in a secluded corner of the dock area, the five of them met again. The first thing Jiao Ming asked about was the status of the 'Vault Zone'.

Jim had apparently investigated, and while he wasn't sure if there was any more security, he knew from the conversations of the high-ranking cadets. In several other schools, half of the teachers and even some of the top students can enter.

Jiao Ming was relieved, and asked about the old woman.

"We only know that she is a strong qi system, and the ring number is not clear. Jim replied.

Jiao Ming's heart was half cold again, and it was really the most troublesome qi system.

For the next few days, Jiao Ming lived like a newcomer to the ascetic, living in peace and security in the dilapidated priesthood and the city of divine grace. But I always recall a joke about tourism and immigration.

The general idea is that traveling is like visiting a zoo, everything is new, and wild animals such as lions and tigers are just like that, and they are sick in cages. But the immigrants live directly in the zoo's animal cages, and without that layer of iron railings, everything will be turned upside down.

On the first day, I was able to endure the novelty of being with a lot of religious fanatics. But in just three days, Jiao Ming had the feeling of living in an insane asylum.

But on the fifth day, Jiao Ming, who had observed more and more thoroughly, found that this was a crazier place than an insane asylum. The reason for this is that some people are still rational and have doubts about what is in the teachings. But for various reasons of individual instinct and group society, these people show a pious appearance in the form of 'comparison'. There is no solution to this.

This makes those 'blind believers' seem more 'acceptable', such as another water teacher: Gelshu, a commoner-born eight-ring water magician, majoring in enchantment, and a bachelor in his fifties. But the number of rings is not low, but the brain is too smooth, and the level of enchantment is so bad that it is not as good as the blood and magic of the crocodile leader.

And the reason why Geshu attracted Jiao Ming's attention was that he couldn't understand the details of some butterflies all day long, and he only knew that it was probably ascending to heaven. Out of curiosity, Jiao Ming asked a little, and only then did he understand that he was struggling with the difference between the old and new teachings of the "Ancient Tree Sutra" and couldn't extricate himself. Specifically, because of the change of discipline, because of the complete observance of the old teachings, there is no longer confidence in ascending to heaven.

At this point, Jiao Ming found that as long as this Gelshu was mentally retarded and chatted along with his words, it was still easy to get along with.

In addition, there is one more thing worth mentioning these days. That is Jiao Ming's disguise in his spare time, secretly contacting grain merchants to negotiate the issue of consignment sales of fertilizer. It's a pity that this can't be described as not going well, and there is no progress at all. For some unknown reason, these grain merchants have no interest in increasing food production.