Iron Slag's eyes narrowed, staring at Qin Ke'er, his eyes were cold and threatening.

Qin Ke'er subconsciously took a step back, and then said coquettishly: "Who are you scared, I'm not afraid of you~"

The two were at a stalemate for a while, and Iron Slag spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders, expressing his helplessness.

"It's so bad~ deflated!" Qin Ke'er scolded with a straight face. Seeing the other party looking dragged, she couldn't wait to step forward and punch him.

After this episode, the atmosphere quickly returned to calm. I saw Qin Ke'er with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely beside the iron slag, and from time to time he said a word or two on his face.

Iron Slag didn't say a word, and after a while, Qin Ke'er suddenly turned his head to look at him, and asked seriously: "Classmate Zhang Tie, do you have a dream?" ”

"Dream ......" Iron Slag couldn't help but ask rhetorically, "Can you eat it as a meal?" ”

"I'm real, ignore you!" Qin Ke'er was so angry that she stomped her foot and walked forward.

Iron Slag stepped forward and grabbed her, grinned, and asked, "What's the dream?" Please explain. ”

"Dream...... A dream is the life you want to pursue. Qin Ke'er said.

Iron Slag shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand. Qin Keer further explained that dreams are future plans, such as what major □□□□, m.◎.c≥om want to study in the future, what career do you want to engage in, what kind of wife you want to marry, and what kind of place you want to live in.

Iron Slag pondered for a moment, "I don't know. ”

"Are you making fun of me?" Qin Ke'er asked with a frown.

"I really don't know." Iron Slag replied seriously.

"You don't know what you're going to do in the future? Nor do you have any plans? Qin Ke'er asked half surprised, half confused.

Iron Slag bowed his head expressionlessly.

"Oh......" Qin Ke'er responded distractedly, as if at this moment, her soul was withdrawn from her body, and her spirit became trance. She strolled forward thoughtfully with her head down. Until everyone separated, there was no more word.

After returning to the dormitory, Qin Ke'er walked to the balcony alone. Looking at the calm Egret Lake, I fell into deep thought......

I don't know how long it took, she slowly took out her mobile phone, called up a set of numbers, and looked at it for a long time. Finally, she took a deep breath and pulled the number into the blacklist.

The next morning, the Egret Lake was filled with fog, like a fairyland on earth.

Iron Slag got up early, moved a chair and sat on the balcony, looking at the misty lake in a daze.

As the time goes on, the sun slowly rises, and the golden light shines on the white stone pavement, verdant meadows, lush foliage, and tranquil lakeside. Gradually, the sun dispelled the morning fog and ushered in a new day for the college.

Last night, Qin Ke'er's silence made him sober up, they were actually people from two worlds, and it was impossible for them to have too much intersection. Although after coming back, Huang Yu and Qin Keer were interesting to him, and analyzed it well. But cold and warm self-knowledge, the real feelings, only he understands.

At half past eight in the morning, Huang Yu got up, went to the balcony, yawned against the fence, and then invited Iron Slag to the dining hall for breakfast.

During breakfast, Huang Yu chatted about the other two roommates.

Marcus Baldwin is a typical native of the Western Continent, tall and strong, majoring in individual combat, usually quiet, straightforward, simple and easy to understand, not hiding things in his heart, and relatively easy to get along with.

The other roommate was a little different. Johnson Zhang is medium-to-fat, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his appearance seems to be honest and upright, but in fact, he is calculating and can't afford to lose. And he thinks very highly of himself, majoring in battlefield command and management, and once put a note in the stationery box, determined to be a "human being".

Huang Yu and Johnson Chang may have come from the Far East, but he has always emphasized that he is an aboriginal of the Western Continent. However, his surname, like Zhang Tie, is a surname from the Far Eastern Continent, and it is impossible to be an aboriginal from the Western Continent.

"Since you don't recognize your birthplace, why do you still have this surname, you can just make your own." Huang Yu said angrily.

Iron Slag didn't answer, just listened quietly. He hadn't seen these two people, and it was impossible for him to judge others because of Huang Yu's one-sided words. And this Huang Yu obviously has some prejudices against Johnson Zhang. What contradictions are there between them, Iron Slag is not clear, and he does not want to know, let alone participate.

Huang Yu chattered endlessly, he and Johnson were high school classmates, and they had long known Johnson's behavior. But he was so unlucky that when he enrolled last year, the computer automatically assigned them to a dormitory. If he wants to change dormitories, he has to pay a gold coin. I really had no choice but to make do with it.

Not long after breakfast and back to the dormitory, Marcus and Johnson came back one after the other.

Marcus is similar to what Huang Yu describes, a simple and straightforward person. Upon entering, Marcus greeted his two roommates, then briefly met Iron Slag before sitting down at the table and fiddling with his laptop. Neither talking, nor moving. Iron Slag noticed a detail, when Marcus was using the computer, the volume was turned up, and he didn't seem to want to disturb others.

Johnson, on the other hand, looked very enthusiastic when he entered the door, greeting his three roommates with a warm smile.

At this time, Tie Slag found that Huang Yu and Johnson were like old acquaintances and old friends, and they hooked shoulders as soon as they met, which seemed very close. If it weren't for listening to Huang Yu's evaluation during breakfast, Iron Slag would have mistakenly thought that they were good brothers.

It was only then that Tie Slag realized that he couldn't understand Huang Yu at all. obviously hated it in his heart, but he pretended to be familiar, which really made him feel incomprehensible. In an instant, he suddenly thought, what did Huang Yu say about him behind his back and in front of others?

When he thought of this, a chill arose in the depths of his heart, and it was so cold that it made people feel thorough.

From this, he thought of Qin Ke'er. He suddenly realized that he couldn't understand these people at all. Perhaps, this is the rule of Silver City......

In the following time, Iron Slag subconsciously alienated Huang Yu and alienated everyone. He would rather be alone than face false faces. He is a simple and direct person, and it is a bit tiring not to try to guess what is really going on under that face.

These days, he always leaves early and returns late. I went out early in the morning during the day and went back to the dormitory at night when I almost went to bed. He wandered around the academy, familiarizing himself with every place he could. Over the past few days, he walked around and had a general understanding of the environment and facilities of the college.

The area of the academy was large, and although he didn't know exactly how big, it felt like it was a quarter the size of Iron Mountain Town. With a population of nearly one million, Iron Mountain is equivalent to a city. This shows how big this academy is.

Three days later, he found a great place to spend time in the Candlelight Castle.

The Candlelight Fort is the library of the Central Silver City Military Academy, and there is no end in sight to the collection of books inside. Iron slag swiped the magnetic card and went in, charging copper coins each time, the price is cheap, in addition to being able to see, hot water and walnut biscuits are also provided.

Iron Slag was very satisfied with this, and stayed in the library all day, with hot water to drink when thirsty, and fragrant biscuits to eat when hungry. In terms of things, he usually looks for albums to read. Most of the books here were written in the aristocratic language, which he could not read.

He likes to look at the albums of mecha and power armor the most. After a few days of research, he was already able to roughly distinguish the models and styles of mechs and power mechas.

It is mentioned in the book that the strongest combat power in the world is not a Saint-level master wearing a power armor, but a source power evolutionary who drives a mecha.

Between the two, the advantages of power armor are high flexibility, high mobility, and simple control, and the disadvantages are weak firepower, poor defense ability, and poor endurance ability.

The advantages of mecha are strong firepower, thick armor, and strong endurance, but the lack is bulky, slow response, and difficult to control.

Therefore, in regular combat, the mecha is not at all an opponent of the power mech. For mechs, flexible power armor is like a fly, no matter how you hit it, you can't hit it.

On the other hand, the mecha is like a living target, and the power mecha can fight as much as it likes, however, the advantage of the power mecha is only when facing ordinary mecha pilots. When the mech pilot is replaced by the Source Force, the outcome of the battle is completely reversed.

The mysterious source force evolver can perceive the operation of all things and has the ability to "predict".

With this ability, the mech's firepower hit rate is extremely high, and the flexibility is also increased geometrically. Sources often have a premonition of danger and thus avoid deadly attacks.

The mecha with the ability to "predict" has the power armor, just like chopping melons and vegetables.

Fortunately, there are very few source power people in this world, and there are only a few hundred of them registered at present. Moreover, most of these hundreds of source power people are thin source power, and there are very few who can truly achieve "source power release".

Iron Slag also learned that "source power release" and "spiritual power release" are completely different concepts.

The so-called release of spiritual power refers to the fact that when a psionic person reaches the sixth order or above, he can concentrate his spiritual energy in one and release it outside the body, causing an aerial attack. Some Saint-level psionics can also release a large area of "psionic storms".

The release of the source force is reflected in whether the strength of the source force can brighten the pupils and emit a light purple light. The intensity of the light indicates the depth of the source force evolutionary's perception in time and space.

To put it simply, it is the accuracy and advance of "prediction".

It's even easier to see who has the luck!

Source power is a mysterious, ethereal, elusive ability, but it is real.

The Pope of the Temple, the Moon God of Notre Dame, and the Great Prophet of the Temple are all powerful Source Force Evolutionaries.

They are the most special evolutionaries in the world, as if they were messengers sent by the heavens, gods, and ancestors, to guide humanity in the dark universe.

The three major faiths have been trying their best to absorb and cultivate the source of power.

In the Temple, they were called "Divine Arbiters"; In Notre-Dame, they are called "Star Walkers"; In the ancient temples, they were called "Prophets of the Dawn"; In the Temple of Lost Splendour, they are known as the "Soul Singers".

The Sources of Power have an innate transcendent status. Especially those who have reached the "source power release" process. If they are good, they will be blessed, and if they do evil, they will cause immeasurable harm to all mankind.