The next morning, the simulated sunlight of the courtyard filled the entire area, projecting onto exquisite pointed arches and stained glass, rendering the complex into a warm and sacred scroll.

For the students of the courtyard, this is the second day they officially become sons of the courtyard.

Similarly, for Cylas Sefalon and Celeste Marion, today is not the same.

The instructor and director of moral education of the Student Affairs Office and the general affairs director hoped that the message sent clearly stated that they were named by the principal and asked to meet in person.

These two people were also one of the nine students who triggered Mr. Hope Xiaoxiao's ability and were personally recruited by her.

The two arrived at the headmaster's office almost at the same time.

The corridor at the door is quiet and solemn, and the pointed arched dome appears even higher in the soft light, as if silently watching the two young men standing there.

Selas Sephalon is a tall and gentle young man. He is over 1.8 meters tall. He is slender but does not look thin. His wide shoulders and narrow waist give people a natural sense of elegance.

He had short flax-colored hair with a soft luster. After careful care, his eyes were light golden, and a quiet and delicate light that seemed to be thinking about something.

It is worth noting that there is a slight gap on his forehead.

He was wearing a black courtyard uniform, with the buttons meticulously tied, the card slots on his belt were not messy at all, and he looked decent and neat.

His temperament is gentle and calm, with a smile on his face, like a breeze blowing across the lake, making people feel relaxed unconsciously.

If the courtyard recruits Phase II students, then a person like Silas is the kind of senior who is like a spring breeze that juniors long for. And if they are in a current school, then he is the kind of person who is particularly suitable for serving as student chairmen.

Face (there is no student union in the courtyard).

Standing in front of Selas was a tall but slightly slim woman, about 1.7 meters tall, with a cold and distant temperament.

Celeste Marion's face has soft lines, but it adds a bit of morbid beauty to the pale complexion.

She had a short silver-white hair slightly messy, but it was neatly trimmed, and each hair just highlighted her cold temperament.

Her eyes were extremely light gray-blue, like the cold winter sky, cold and distant. Through those eyes, it was difficult to see her emotional fluctuations.

The black uniform of the same courtyard was a little loose in the cuffs and collar, as if she had deliberately avoided the tightness of her body, making her figure appear free and difficult to touch in the space.

The two stopped at the same time about two meters away from the door.

Silas looked at the other person quietly, but at this moment he felt a strange feeling of discomfort.

It was an indescribable perception, and some kind of energy flowing in the air suddenly stopped.

The flow of the EVE particles in his body was vaguely sluggish, as if they were gently pulled by some invisible force.

He frowned slightly, subconsciously landing his gaze on the silver-haired woman.

His "third eye" told him that this discomfort came from the silent classmate in front of him.

The other party's existence itself carries a special fluctuation. This fluctuation does not seem malicious, but is difficult to ignore, like a potential threat or... unknown.

Marion seemed to have noticed Silas's sight, but he did not react.

She stood straight, her hands hanging down beside her, like a statue that could move at any time.

Her eyes were low, occasionally sweeping over Selas, but soon withdrew it without saying anything.

The atmosphere between the two was strange and quiet, like two strangers who were tempted by each other, or like two completely different magnets, one was gentle attraction and the other was tough rejection.

The air in front of the door seemed to solidify for a moment until Selas sighed softly and withdrew his gaze.

He looked at the young woman in front of him, smiled slightly, and said to him:

"Hello, my name is Selas Sephalon - majoring in etheric engine science in courtyard engineering, fast strike theory and pilot science in the branch of fleet command theory."

The silver-haired woman stood there quietly without any response.

Her eyes raised slightly, and she looked at Selas' forehead in an almost rude way, and her eyes remained in the slightly protruding gap.

The gaze was filled with a cold exploration, observing a rare specimen, and this bluntness could even be said to be a bit impolite.

Silas was not angry with this rude gaze. Instead, he seemed to be accustomed to it. He reached out and touched his forehead, with a hint of self-deprecation in his tone:

"This is a benign genetic mutation, similar to Shyohound disease. However, because of this aberration, I was also included in the pseudo-human camp..."

His voice was low, but with a little calm smile.

"However, thanks to the principal and Director Hope, who are willing to recruit students like me into the courtyard."

After saying the words of the son of the Three-Eyed Courtyard, Marion did not respond immediately, but raised his hand slightly and pointed to his throat.

She did not make any sound, but instead gestured with her hands a smooth and elegant sign language.

Her movements are neat and precise, and she seems to have been used to communicating with people in this way.

A moment later, the think tank device on Selas' waist emitted a slight vibration, and then a translation was passed into his mind:

[Hello, my name is Celeste Marion, a repulsive person who is hated by the ether.]

Silas raised his brow slightly and looked up at Celeste again.

At this moment, there was a hint of seriousness and inquiry in his eyes.

He began to notice that there was a strange fluctuation permeating her body, which was like an invisible barrier, preventing the flow of the ether.

This sense of rejection is weak but real, making Marion's existence itself incompatible with the surrounding environment.

This characteristic makes her appear so... disturbing to ordinary humans.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The atmosphere between the two has become subtle and complex, one is the son of the three-eyed courtyard defined by a gene mutation, and the other is the natural alien rejected by the ether.

Squeak squeak—

At this moment, the door to the principal's office automatically opened.

They stood in front of the principal's office door, and after a moment of eyes, they nodded each other, tacitly pressed the complex emotions in their hearts and stepped forward.

The light from the office brought a long shadow for the two of them, and they walked in together.

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Inside the office of the principal of the courtyard.

As the principal, Xia Xiu did not wear his usual white robe, but instead changed to his signature black classic outfit when he was in Terra.

At this moment, his black windbreaker and coat were neatly hung on the hanger, his hat was quietly placed on the side, and his white cane leaned against the desk.

It is not so much a simple office, but rather a central center where power and plan meet. The interior decoration is simple but not without its style. The patterns on the walls carry typical architectural aesthetics, and the bookshelf are arranged.

Neat archives and design drawings.

In addition to Xia Xiu, there are several core figures in the courtyard standing in the office.

——Vice Principal Tours was leaning against one side, holding a report in his hand, his fox ear's tail shaking slightly, his face tired but focused.

The intelligence spy stood by his desk in the first week, and he also held a report in his hand, which read - "Intelligence Report: The Ilhid Empire"

The commander of the Imperial Guards, Broly, stood quietly in a corner of the room, his huge figure as reassuring as a wall.

The mole and the dark snake, who are the contingent of the Administration, are sitting on chairs beside each and reporting to the principal.

The mole's voice was low and stable. He stared at Xia Xiu and said with a steady speed:

“The authorities’ contingent, the Mole Science Society, has mostly moved to the courtyard.

The fire resources and production lines were also dispatched from the present side to ensure that the foundation operation of the courtyard was not affected.

At the same time, the production lines on the Administration are accelerating reproduction to make up for this dispatch vacancy.”

He flipped through the report in his hand and continued:

"Among them, some members of the Science Society have experienced orthodox academic training and learning in Terra. Many of them have completed basic adaptation and can directly cooperate with Adam to teach the courtyard. This part of the force is expected to be at the end of this month

Completely devoted to teaching and production.”

Xia Xiu nodded slightly, with a hint of recognition in his eyes, while Mole continued to add:

"In addition, the ship design blueprint shared by the Knights of Heaven has completed preliminary analysis. The ship production line that is supporting this is currently being built in cooperation with MC&D Co., Ltd., Anderson Robots and Vallaven.

The technical support provided by these three companies covers the manufacturing of ship modules, the integration of weapon systems and subsequent maintenance."

The mole's voice paused for a moment, raised his head and looked at Xia Xiu. His tone was still stable, but with a hint of caution:

"Although it is still the foundation construction stage, the prototypes of the first batch of small ships are expected to be completed in the next depth cycle month, when we can conduct trial sailing and commissioning."

His description is well organized and his speaking speed is just to facilitate Xia Xiu to quickly grasp every key point.

Xia Xiu gently rotated the pen in his hand on his fingertips. His slender fingers reflected soft light. His expression seemed careless, but the concentration between his eyebrows did not diminish at all.

His mouth raised slightly, and he asked with a thoughtful smile:

"Does the representatives of the three companies have any suggestions? Or do they have other expectations?"

The mole lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about his words, then looked up and replied:

“They hope you don’t forget the promise of technology to market, especially the rewards of shared technology.

In addition, they also said that they are looking forward to the performance of the first conquest of the courtyard and hope that it can serve as a window to observe the future potential of this cooperation."

After hearing this, Xia Xiu chuckled, with calmness and determination:

"Tell them that the kingdom of heaven and the courtyard will never disappoint. This time, it will be a good start."
To be continued...