Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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“Okay.” The robin nodded and walked into a rocket-shaped building behind the staff.

……

"Hey hey hey..."

"Damn! Why is there a gap in the chapter?!"

"Please leave a comment to urge me to update..."

The glow of the magic circle startled Principal Fisherman, who was passionately commenting in the "Mage's Slip of the Hand" discussion area. He quickly disconnected the magic network and granted the newcomer's request to enter.

Amidst a swirling cloud of magical mist, the cylindrical container known as the "Magic Elevator" slowly opened, and the staff member from before emerged from within.

"Principal, didn't you see the message I just sent?"

"What?" Fisherman scanned his beacon without changing his expression, deleted the running ads from all over the world, and finally found the real message in the corner of the beacon.

"Oh? Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow, stood up, and walked towards the elevator, asking, "Have you found out what her abilities are? Also, what are the backgrounds of her family members?"

"You're definitely not working properly, Principal!"

The staff member squinted at Fisherman, who was trying to evade the question, and said, "Principal, if all else fails, why don't you bring back one of your students to be principal? I don't think you really need to be principal anymore..."

"Let's get down to business. What are you doing?" Fisherman frowned as he started the elevator and said:

Is it possible for her to be brought into our new project?

"It's hard to say," the staff member sighed and said.

"A sixteen-year-old girl with sexual orientation should already be capable, but if she is capable, she shouldn't be released by the Keliqiu tribe... Her current address is Mage Tower 3610. I checked, and it's a newly built mage tower that was completed yesterday. The tower master hasn't personally registered with the association yet, but the tower master's student has registered his information."

Principal Fisherman nodded, walked to the rocket-shaped examination room, activated the spell monitoring, and said:

"Oh, the new mage tower, that shouldn't be some old guy with a powerful background. A newly promoted high mage is easy to handle... What's the name of the tower master's student?"

“Latis,” the staff member said calmly, “the same name as that ‘Father of Dragons’ who was all the rage online yesterday.”

"……what?"

Fisherman loosened his grip, and the magic monitoring device in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

He glanced at the scattered fragments on the ground, exchanged a few seconds of eye contact with the staff, and couldn't help but ask:

"Is it the exchange student I told you about last time?"

"I don't know." The staff member laughed heartily and said, "Principal, you could do a home visit? Oh, sorry, I forgot, you don't handle these things. I'll go contact your students now."

"Wait!" Fisherman shouted.

"Wow, wow! You old codger, why are you still being so sarcastic at your age?"

……

……

"Strange-talking sparrow, seductive sable, alluring frog."

The robin placed the last three monster materials into the corresponding labeled containers, and then accurately marked the parts of the materials and their corresponding unit prices.

"I used almost all the materials I had memorized before; the test at Bogu Academy is really quite difficult..."

She shook her head and looked at the plant area next to her.

"I didn't know much about plants before, but thankfully Brother Ate has been teaching me these past few days..."

The robin stepped forward and placed the plants, such as calamus, moonflower leaves, and dragon hornwood, back in their places one by one. After hesitating for a moment, it marked the corresponding growing conditions, maturity time, and effects on the labels.

"This way, we shouldn't lose too many points..."

She took a deep breath, looked around at the layout of the floor, nodded, and continued walking upstairs.

……

"Why haven't you come out yet?"

Fisherman kept circling around the staff, muttering to himself:

"That shouldn't be the case. Isn't there just one 3D puzzle in the entire first-floor lobby? Could it be that she's extremely insensitive to spatial structures?"

"Is it possible that your 3D puzzle looks too much like a dog?" a staff member couldn't help but complain. "Last time I passed by, I was wondering who the hell put dozens of dog pieces on a plate and served them on the table."

"Wait!" Fisherman suddenly frowned, took a step back, and looked at the rocket-like building, asking:

"What was this house used for before? Besides the main hall, what else was there?"

"Uh..." The staff member scratched his head, checked the notes on the magic network, and said:

"This used to be the activity room for fourth-year students Eric, Tachibana Lia, and Derek. It's been temporarily vacant since their accident. Today, someone applied for the entrance exam separately, so to distinguish them from the other regular apprentices who keep applying, they were brought here for a separate test. As for upstairs..."

“Eric…” Fisherman paused, interrupting the staff’s report, “The team that develops the Spell Grenade? That means there are still raw materials up there?”

"Uh... I think..." the staff member said uncertainly.

"Holy crap!" Fisherman's eyes widened. He quickly pushed open the door, glanced at the empty lobby on the first floor, and ran straight upstairs.

……

"If it were my older brother, he would definitely do it!"

After examining the scattered materials on the table for a long time, the robin began to replicate the structure of the so-called "portable sleight-of-hand grenade" based on the messy notes.

"It's so hard... No, Robin, you have to keep going, you have to be a useful person to your big brother..."

The robin, who was treating the notes like exam questions, frowned and shook his head as he looked at the chaotic calculations.

"Fortunately, I had seen Ms. Kurosawa write something like this before when I was with her, so I could understand some of the logic in her notes."

She looked at the center of the notebook and silently read:

"In short, Ms. Kurosawa usually starts writing in a very large font in the middle of a blank space, then starts to shrink it when she gets to the second line, then moves to the lower right to neatly perform calculations, and then draws a line to move to the lower left..."

A moment later, she finished reading the entire notebook, nodded firmly, and whispered:

"I understand!"

"First, fix the base in place, then arrange these materials in order. This is the foundation of the magic element internal circulation and an important means of dynamically balancing the magic element concentration..."

"Then, I'll use magic to fuse these layers. It will capture the process of the spell's formation, thus continuously maintaining the spell's existence with the magic absorbed by the outer layers... Hmm, I don't have any magic, so I'll just arrange this for now..."

"Finally, there's the top, where the magic crystals for storing energy are located and where some tracking spells are inscribed. In short, it's not too important..."

……

After a flurry of clicking and piecing things together, the robin, with an uncertain expression, picked up a black box and murmured:

"is that so?"

The thumping footsteps caught the robin's attention. She turned to look at the staff member and an unfamiliar old man who appeared at the bottom of the stairs, and paused in surprise.

"What?! Where did this prototype come from?!"

Fisherman was startled when he saw the black box in the robin's hand, and hurriedly shouted:

"Little girl, put that thing down! It might contain dangerous magic!"

"Eh?" The robin instinctively shook the box in its hand and hesitated before saying:

"Storage? I don't think so..."

"Ahhh!" Fisherman's eyes widened, and he instinctively covered his head and used a mage shield. Seeing no reaction, he wiped his sweat and used a teleportation to snatch the black box from the robin's hand.

"Phew, this should be safe now..." Fisherman breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the black box he was holding, and suddenly his eyes widened in shock as he watched the unmelted black box separate from its upper and lower parts and fall to the ground.

"My life is over!"

Fisherman straightened his clothes in a flash, lit a cigarette, sighed, and said:

"I hope the entire academy is still intact after I blow it up..."

……

"Uh……"

The staff picked up the empty box that had fallen to the ground and looked at Principal Fisherman, who was sitting peacefully with his hands clasped in front of his stomach, and were momentarily speechless.

"Hmm, teacher?" the robin whispered, "That's the mold I made based on this test question. Please take a look and see if I can pass the test."

Fisherman suddenly opened his eyes, snatched the black box from the staff member, and asked in shock:

"Did you make this on the spot?"

“Yes, yes?…” The robin was startled and whispered even more softly:

"And what about identifying and putting away all those materials downstairs? Aren't those all part of the entrance exam questions?"

Fisherman felt a wave of dizziness. He shook his head and glanced at the sky outside.

"How could I have such a dream? A sixteen-year-old girl, not even an apprentice, replicated a fourth-grade student's research project."

He turned his head, looked at the black box in his hand, and fell silent.

"No, no, no, there must be many errors and omissions..."

Fisherman melted the fused contact point instantly, poured a spell into it, and then threw it out the window.

The grenade landed on the ground, and silence fell.

"Phew, thank goodness, that almost gave this old man a heart attack..."

Before he could finish speaking, the explosion of the fireball spell suddenly rang out in the academy. Principal Fisherman narrowed his eyes, sensing the data details transmitted by the activated defensive array, and turned to look at the bewildered Robin.

"Young lady, I am the principal of Bogu Academy."

He quickly rummaged through the air, grabbed a chair, and shoved it under his bottom, saying in a deep voice:

"You've passed your entrance exam. I now have two projects available for you to lead. The first is the portable spell grenade you just encountered, and the second is the fusion-type magic engine. Which one would you like to choose?"

"Ah, ah?"

The robin unconsciously rubbed the hem of its clothes and asked blankly:

"Can I go home and ask my older brother?"

“Your older brother?” The name Latis flashed through Fisherman’s mind, and he fell into deep thought. He stroked his chin and said:

“Alright, I’ll make a home visit tonight and talk to your parents about your situation.”

The robin nodded silently, then saw Fisherman take a badge out of his pocket, hand it to her, and say: