Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Chapter 405: A Young Man's Trip to a Foreign Land (Part )

Fu Cangzhao nodded in affirmation.

The swordsman was happy for a while, but soon discovered a new problem: Is this related to what she wanted to investigate?

Since she had nothing to do, she simply told Fu Cangzhao her thoughts.

"The academy is a place for teaching and educating people," Fu Cangzhao said, "Look through more materials, maybe you can figure out how people here use their powers."

That being said, she herself did not want to go and investigate. The wound on her left side of the abdomen healed very slowly, and it was somewhat painful to move. Moreover, her senses were very sharp, and even though the swordsman said that it would not hurt much, she still felt that it was very difficult to endure the pain.

The swordsman was used to acting alone, but he did not set out for the academy immediately. Instead, he found some clean gauze and dressings from another room.

"I saw that the production line was still operating on its own, and items that had exceeded their shelf life or were aging would automatically enter the recycling process." What was truly surprising was what the swordsman saw. Even if it was just a few words of retelling, it was enough to stir up huge waves in Fu Cangzhao's heart.

What is the level of automation in this empty city?

Fu Cangzhao took over a few items and found that one of them had a completely different style from the rest.

"Herbs?" She exclaimed softly and looked at the swordsman in confusion.

The swordsman was equally confused. "I don't understand any of the medicines here, so I can only use the herbs I carry with me. Don't worry, they are all very useful. I have used them for tens of thousands of years without any problems."

Since the person who saved her said so, she chose to believe him. But when she just started to change her own bandage, she saw a cut on her patchwork white shirt.

The dark eyes suddenly turned a little watery: "You pay me!"

"Wait, wait a minute--" The sudden change left the swordsman at a loss for a moment. His tongue seemed to be tied and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Fu Cangzhao quickly took off her shirt. When the swordsman realized what she had done, it was too late. Large areas of cold white skin were exposed under her eyes, making her swallow subconsciously.

The boy's body was actually very strong, but it was covered with a layer of soft fat, creating a wonderful sense of fleshiness. However, what caught the swordsman off guard the most was that there was not even a chest wrap under the shirt.

"You don't have to look." Fu Cangzhao whispered, with a bit of grievance in his tone. She saw that the shirt was cut, and naturally saw the blood-stained tear, the position just matched the wound.

The swordsman turned his head away, but couldn't help but secretly glance at Fu Cangzhao's body. It was so strange, she shouldn't be used to looking directly at other people's bodies, but facing the scene just now, she didn't feel shy at all. "Don't look at what is inappropriate" is really just a matter of etiquette.

It is indeed too difficult for a person with amnesia to accurately describe what is in his mind.

When she opened her eyes again, Fu Cangzhao was already wearing clean gauze and was staring at the swordsman. The dirty and torn white shirt was neatly folded in her arms, and she just sat there, motionless.

"I should... help you wash and sew?" When she said this, even the swordsman herself was unsure. However, she had walked in this world for tens of thousands of years and did learn some tailoring skills. Otherwise, she would not know what to do if the newly bought clothes were suddenly damaged.

She took the clothes from Fu Cangzhao and took a few steps when she suddenly realized that he was still sitting there without moving, and he didn't even put on his coat or quilt.

"Okay, you wear mine for the time being." The swordsman sighed helplessly, and took out a spare cotton shirt from his space ring and put it on her. She raised her hands high like a child who didn't know how to put on clothes, and didn't put them down until the sleeves passed through her arms and the collar was over her head. But speaking of this, she really didn't look very old - at least compared to the swordsman himself who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

After helping Fu Cangzhao put on his clothes, she was about to leave when Fu Cangzhao suddenly grabbed her left hand and drew a few strokes on her palm. She could feel that it seemed to be a circular symbol, with the beginning and the end of the stroke just connected. At the moment when the beginning and the end connected, she felt a warm feeling in her palm, and a wonderful power enveloped her body.

Fu Cangzhao whispered something, which sounded a bit like the spell cast by a sorcerer. The swordsman could tell that it should come from some ancient tradition.

really weird.

When the swordsman went out to search again, he was worried.

They are clearly aliens, but the spells they cast can be traced in this world? Can the power of aliens directly act on the natives without being distorted by the rules?

Having said that, the swordsman suddenly thought that there was indeed a layer of "distortion by the rules" on Fu Cangzhao's body, but at the same time, another force also coming from the rules gently wrapped around her, offsetting that distortion for her.

"Quite interesting." The swordsman muttered to himself, tapping the ground with his toes and slipping into an open window of the "academy" building.

She had no intention of searching the rooms that only had desks and chairs, which were "classrooms" according to Fu Cangzhao's description. Most of the rooms that might be worth searching were "offices", and there were a few "equipment rooms" or "laboratories".

"Teacher's Office... well, that's pretty straightforward." Seeing the sign on the door of the room, the swordsman was extremely grateful that humans had been using the same characters for tens of thousands of years. Even if the combination of these characters was a little difficult to understand, at least she could read the general idea instead of being completely in the dark.

After entering the room and searching several tables of the same style, she decided to focus on a row of cabinets on the side. Behind the glass cabinet doors, several folders were neatly arranged in a row, just like the ancient books in the library.

The light element condensed and generated heat, burning the lock of the cabinet in a few seconds. She pulled out a folder and opened it carefully, fearing that the contents would turn to ashes due to the erosion of time.

Fortunately, this folder has always been protected by a special formation, and the time of the paper has completely stopped, so it has been preserved for tens of thousands of years and remains immortal.

Even more fortunately, the folder she picked out happened to be full of student files.

Fu Cangzhao once told her that people who went to school in the "college" were called "students", just like the children in the clan who went to the family school, except that the clan only allowed its own people to receive education, and usually only allowed men in the clan to enroll. As long as the conditions were met, the "college" could accept almost everyone, regardless of class, let alone gender.

She flipped through a few pages and found that all the students were girls. After flipping through more than twenty pages, she finally saw the first "male", followed by twenty boys, and then twenty girls.

Gradually, the swordsman found a pattern: in this academy, 20 girls and 20 boys are usually divided into a group, that is, "a class", and several classes form a "grade" of the same age. Students will move up a grade every year they study in the academy, unless their academic performance is too poor or they encounter other changes.

When she turned to the sixth class, which had covered about half of the girls in the class, her pupils suddenly shrank!