As the information of the personnel was entered, a large number of data packets poured out of the supercomputer named "Norma" and went to different corners of the world, and the names of the two of them appeared on the screens of many people and were firmly remembered.

The data locks are lifted, and thousands of secret gateways on Earth are open to them, which is the beginning of the welcome ceremony for the new students of the Kassel Academy.

"Old Don, I'm going to the United States."

The day before departure, Lu Mingfei sent a message to Lao Tang.

"Where to go? Traveling? ”

Old Tang quickly replied.

"Chicago, go to college, the same Kassel Academy I asked you last time."

He replied.

"Awesome, brother, I'll be in college in my first year of high school. Come to New York to play with me when you're free. ”

Old Tang sent more than a dozen expressions in a row to express his excitement.

"Definitely, you can come to Chicago for me, too."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Okay, I'll come when I save up enough money."

Old Tang made a pitiful expression.

He smiled and logged out.

After returning to his hometown for a few months, he finally completed his first retirement plan and was admitted to university.

What is college life like for mortals? Lu Mingfei is really looking forward to it.

The next day, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang boarded a United flight to Chicago.

After getting off the plane, they followed the "Kassel Academy Admission Guide for Dummies" sent to them by Norma, and finally made more than ten subway stops, and finally arrived at the Chicago train station.

Although the name of the admission guide is a bit pertinent, the overall trip was very smooth.

Changing trains is also a very novel experience for Lu Mingfei.

Since he became a Space Marine, his mode of transportation has been either to break in with a jumper torpedo or to fall in a parachute cabin.

What is pursued is a straightforward, fast, steady, accurate and ruthless.

I didn't feel the short commuting distance before, but now the transcontinental transportation really makes Lu Mingfei feel it.

He was really retired.

"Then this is the next plan."

Lu Mingfei sat on the chair and opened the notebook he carried with him.

"Kyle Fares, born in the Extreme Star Domain."

"Identity: Inquisitor of the Outer Court."

"Origin: The son of a rancher."

"Once a dream: to be a singer."

"Die in the clearing of the necro lair in space."

The young Inquisitor was born on an agrarian planet where a musical style called "Yogle" is popular.

Kyle, on the other hand, was inspired to become a great yogger singer at a very young age, and practiced a lot while herding.

However, on the day he turned fourteen, the planet suffered a poor harvest.

As a result, Kyle was given the Imperial Tax Collector as tithes.

Fortunately, he performed well in recruit training and had a relatively high level of education, so he was recommended to go to a military school.

And because of his outstanding performance in the military school, he was secretly taken away by an inquisitor and became his apprentice.

Kyle's first mission as an official Inquisitor was to investigate an underground temple, which later turned out to be a lair of space necromancers.

He was quite cautious, and when he first discovered that something was wrong, he sent a signal for help, and it was Lu Mingfei and his third company who were patrolling the signal.

During the cooperation, Lu Mingfei was deeply impressed by Kyle.

The young man had a straightforwardness and liveliness rarely seen among inquisitors, which caused him to look like a normal person.

But a normal judge is inherently abnormal.

This also made Lu Mingfei curious about him, and after the subsequent exploration process, a friendship was formed.

Unfortunately, this peculiar inquisitor died under a Gaussian ray, and his bones were gone.

"In such a high-level university, there should be a vocal club or something."

Lu Mingfei guessed.

If not, it doesn't matter, he uses the scholarship to hire a vocal teacher.

I just don't know what my voice condition is, and it is said that being a singer requires talent.

In the midst of his reverie, a voice came from behind.

“One dollar， just one dollar...”

In the United States, this is a typical begging phrase, which is the same as the lotus flower sung by Chinese beggars.

Lu Mingfei looked back and saw that he was a tall and burly young man.

The face buried in the beard was handsome, but the dark green checkered shirt and the draggy sprinkling pants had not been washed for a long time, and the hair was greasy like felt wool.

It is not easy to meet such a beggar in this part of the United States, and other beggars are quite upright compared to him.

“One dollar， just one dollar...”

The young man repeated the begging words, his candle-lit eyes full of longing.

“No dollar。”

Lu Mingfei said lightly.

He had no sympathy for the able-bodied but self-reliant man, and the servants with only one hand knew how to paint the pipes.

"Chinese?"

The young man's eyes lit up, and he immediately changed to fluent Mandarin.

"Big brother is good, give two dollars to buy a Coke for the child. I'm not a beggar, or I've lost my wallet. ”

He put his hands together and bobbed up and down, like an otter scrubbing things.

"How can I trust you?"

Lu Mingfei looked at him.

"My name is Fingal von Frijns, and I'm not a beggar, I'm a college student."

To prove his claim, the young man pulled out a dictionary-like textbook from his satchel.

The textbook, which looks like it has been quite old, has the title written in English mixed Latin.

It does look like a college textbook, and it's a relatively expensive one.

But, with Fingal's honor, it's hard not to wonder which hapless guy he stole it from.

"Go buy five hamburgers and three Cokes."

Lu Mingfei handed over a fifty-dollar note.

The scholarship promised by the school will not arrive until he registers, and now he is using the $800 that his aunt gave him for his travel.

Because he refused to let his aunt let him bring messy things such as pressure cookers, quilts, and tofu, and he didn't carry contraband such as game CDs himself, the 800 US dollars were not lost in the customs.

As for the steel sword and battle dagger, they had already been airlifted to the academy along with Chu Zihang's sword and the Imperial God Sword.

"If you dare to run away with the money..."

Lu Mingfei stretched out his huge fist.

"Understood, understood. Do you want to add ice to your Coke? ”

Fingal asked flatteringly.

"Fill up."

Commanded, Fingal trotted away.

I don't know if he wants to run away, or if he's too hungry to eat.

After a while, Chu Zihang came back.

"The officer on duty at the station said that the ticket was genuine, but they didn't know that there was such a train, and it was not on the train schedule."

He held the magnetic truck ticket sent with the fool's guide, and the pitch-black ticket was painted in silver with the pattern of a giant tree with lush foliage.

"You also take the CC1000 Express?"

Fingal asked, standing not far away, holding a pile of grocery bags, with wide eyes.