CH 71

Rogers continued to talk along the way, mainly introducing Eve's functions. She was also a spirit fire sequence, and her soul characteristic was a spiritual energy bubble. She could create some bubbles to achieve filtering, defense, purification, and other effects.

She could maintain these effects for a long time, so she was always clean and fragrant.

The bubbles could also hydrate the skin, making every inch of the skin smooth and supple.

In short, it was extremely high-quality.

Rode couldn't resist and had to lie that he had someone he liked. They were childhood sweethearts who were already engaged and discussing having children every day.

Rogers didn't believe it and started persuading Rode to marry his sister, saying it was a very happy thing to marry an older sister.

But in reality, Eve wasn't even twenty years old yet, and in Rode's eyes, she was just a little sister going through a rebellious phase. He didn't hate her, but he didn't have any special feelings for her either. Rode's true nature was to like one person for life, and he only needed to brush up on the human nature of other girls.

Of course, being popular was another matter.

Who doesn't like being popular?

But Rode wasn't interested in matchmaking that excluded the parties involved. It was too rigid and awkward.

Fortunately, Eve woke up from fainting soon after. Rogers immediately shut up and didn't mention what he said earlier. He turned to discuss how much salary they could get and how much hunter honor they could earn.

Rode didn't pay attention to it. In his heart, the hunter's license was only for leaving the academy.

He didn't want to be a real hunter.

Rode had made up his mind a long time ago.

After he cleared up the grudges and defeated the invaders, he would find a little sister like a black silk princess to spend the rest of his life with.

"Sword Dynasty"

This extremely dangerous and terrifying battle wasn't suitable for him. Fighting in the sewer with the rotten, dirty, smelly, fierce, bizarre, and perverted monsters every day, who could stand it?

In a beautiful mansion, with a warm fireplace, thick blankets, crystal chandeliers, red wine, and delicious food, spending shameless days with a pretty black silk lady, wasn't that good?

Of course, for the current Rode, this was just a distant dream.

He still had a long way to go to achieve this goal.

Strength was the only way to get there.

So, Rode had to fight in this environment with these enemies.

He had to study crazily, train hard, and fight with all his might.

This was the only way.

Otherwise, he would die.

Survival was the premise of everything.

Living better was a higher pursuit.

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As soon as they came out of the sewer, Rogers immediately contacted the chief of the Iron Cross District with a whistle-like item.

The Healing Cult rushed over at the fastest speed and stationed themselves at the Defense Department of the Iron Cross District.

This was the main and professional medical force in the royal city. They wore blue and white robes and carried various equipment. There were both men and women, but all of them were Flame Sequence fire wielders, belonging to the logistics personnel. Over 90% of their soul attributes were the power of Bright Light.

This soul attribute enabled them to control the power of healing and become incredible super doctors.

It was said that as long as there was a breath, they could bring the person back to life.

Rode reached this conclusion from the reactions of the others.

And upon hearing that they had completed the mission and no one had died, the Defense Chief with a large scar on his face excitedly gave them a big bear hug.

After returning to the Defense Department, all the staff welcomed them heroically with cheers. A deputy officer came up to ask Rode specifically:

"What is your title?"

"What title?"

Rogers laughed, "He's still a student, it's his first time."

The deputy officer nodded, "Then what is the name of your first flame?"

"Black Rice Bucket."

The deputy officer looked at him strangely, "Are you sure?"

Rode didn't pay attention and casually said, "Yes."

Then, he regretted it.

All the staff were shouting in unison:

"Flame of Red Light!"

"Black Rice Bucket!"

"Flame of Red Light!"

"Black Rice Bucket!"

Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier!

And Rogers, you didn't even remind me.

Rogers beside him was laughing so hard that his stomach was about to burst.

What's even more funny was that the shouting from the Defense Department spread to the square outside, and the civilians knew that brave soldiers had successfully returned from a dangerous mission.

So they joined in, shouting in unison:

"Flame of Red Light!"

"Black Rice Bucket!"

As if it was contagious, the voices spread further and further.

For a while, the entire Iron Cross District echoed with these two voices.

"Flame of Red Light!"

"Black Rice Bucket!"

Rode's face turned a little black. He should have thought of a more imposing title.

Fortunately, the scar-faced chief was considerate enough to release fireworks in advance.

Colorful paper flowers fell from the sky above the Defense Department, ending the celebration.

The civilians erupted in cheers, dancing around the bonfire to make the festive atmosphere last longer.However, when they sat down in the Defense Department to report the mission, Rode was not so angry anymore.

The text in his eyes quickly appeared and rose, soon filling his vision.

Humanity +1

Humanity +1

Humanity +1

...

In a short time, Rode gained more than two hundred points of humanity, and his total humanity reached four hundred points.

It was too fast. He had just spent 1500 points to extract 150 points of humanity and make three "Dark Guardians."

After returning, he must study the role of humanity carefully. It was such a rich resource that it would be a pity not to use it well.

The Defense Department's meeting ended quickly, and Rogers recounted the process of the hunting mission.

As it was a victory, the review was simple and passed.

Big Scarface was very happy. After the elite combat group's clearance operation had a major flaw, leading to the escape of the plague demon, he had hardly slept all night.

But now, the defense force of the royal city was in chaos, and his legs were almost broken. He could only gather such a small hunting team, but he could not find any scouts.

Without this little guy, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Big Scarface smiled until the scar on his face was about to crack, constantly promising to give everyone credit and to report to the Hunter Headquarters and Kimberly Academy, giving them special rewards.

He would also report to the highest military war department to fight for their honor medals.

As for the spoils of war, the plague demon's ashes, they were fully controlled by them.

As the team leader, Rogers directly gave it to Rode, announcing him as the "strongest member" of the team, who deserved the reward.

Everything was very good, and everyone was happy. But at the end, Big Scarface asked specifically, "Rode, did you receive a transfer order from the academy to come here?"

Rode hesitated for a moment and answered truthfully, "No, I came on my own."

Big Scarface scratched the scar on his face, looking a little confused, but still patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "It's okay. Based on the number of threatened people, the plague demon you killed was a significant threat. This small matter won't be noticed. Go back and wait for our news."

So, Rode said goodbye to Big Scarface and Rogers and took the spirit car back to the academy.

The whole incident was a huge success. His choice was extremely correct, but the only regret was that the name of the Black Bucket seemed to have spread in the royal city.

On the way back, Rode heard people discussing the Black Bucket everywhere."Hey, have you heard? Another rising star has appeared."

"My wife heard it herself in the Iron Cross neighborhood. Someone completed a hero mission and the cheers could be heard for miles."

"Black Rice Bucket, what a strange name."

"Don't you know? When a new star appears, they use their soul attribute or the name of their first flame as a nickname."

"Wow, so Black Rice Bucket is his ability?"

"What's the use of that?"

"You're so stupid! He eats ten pounds of bread and ten black cows every meal. Isn't he taller and stronger than you?"

"Then why is it called black?"

"Uh, that's because he only eats black food, like black bread, black cows..."

"Black shit!"

"Shut up! Do you know you're insulting our hero?"

...

All sorts of irresponsible speculations were spread, and it became more and more outrageous. At first, it was just about being good at eating, but later it became about being good at everything.

In the end, he became a scavenger who specialized in eating dirty things, and he was always active in the sewer, eating up the black breeding ground of the born monsters.

Rode made up his mind to have a nickname that had nothing to do with black or rice bucket in the future.

And he must change the name of his soul flame.

After returning to the academy, the world returned to normal.

As if there was a barrier separating Kimberley Academy from the outside world.

Rode returned to the dormitory building, and his classmates showed no surprise. Some were reciting "The Sacred Fire," some were reading "Thalorian Chronicles," some were swinging rulers and protractors, studying "The Art of Numbers and Combat Applications," and some were gathered together watching images on the viewing crystal ball.

Regardless of male or female, the dormitory doors were not closed, and everyone showed no concern for privacy, only showing a special fascination with crowds and liveliness.

Because he came back too late, Rode was scolded by Kassan. She believed that Rode could not slack off after receiving an honorary award and actually went out to play for a whole morning. This behavior would not be allowed in the future.

In the afternoon, when the patrol task was at the academy gate, the head of the department came to inspect. He had to prepare quickly, and he had to wash off the strange smell and stains all over his body.

Kassan quickly sorted out a full set of underwear and robes for him, pushed him into the washroom, and even brought her own perfume and bathing products.

It was just short of washing him herself.

Just when Rode thought he had this benefit...

Bang.

The door to the washroom closed in front of him, and the girl quickly ran out and told him to hurry up.

Rode rolled his eyes.

Hurry up? You might as well come and help me wash.Due to lack of time, Rode couldn't enter the dream world now. He turned on the faucet and took a comfortable hot bath, then changed into the clothes prepared by Kassan. The comfortable feeling made him feel refreshed.

Afterwards, Kassan gathered the entire team and carefully adjusted their clothes and hats, and strictly instructed them on several matters before leading them to the college gate.

For the whole afternoon, Kassan patrolled her territory like a tiger, and anyone who even scratched their nose would receive her rebuke.

It wasn't until close to mealtime that the head of the department arrived.

She was a serious middle-aged woman wearing a pair of round glasses, and her name and position were written on the badge on her chest.

Miller, the head of the 10th department of the third hospital.

She ignored Kassan and didn't even glance at the neatly arranged students around her, and directly asked, "Who is Rode?"

All the students' eyes turned to him, and Rode could only step forward and say, "It's me."

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Miller's thin lips were tightly pursed, as if she didn't recognize him.

"Come with me to the administrative office."

Kassan hurriedly said, "Teacher Miller..."

"Oh, Kassan, you did well. The 10th group can get 10 points this time. The patrol task for today is over. Dismissed."

After speaking, Miller ignored her and hurriedly walked with Rode to the administrative office.

For the first time, Kassan didn't smile because of the added points.