Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 714: Purgatory Gate Platform.

Hart calmed himself down and tried his best to relax a little from the nervousness he had when he first met her.

The documents in his hand became more and more complicated. He did not fully understand many of the terms, especially those related to magic and interdimensionality.

He didn't want to appear ignorant of these matters during their first meeting, so he decided to read everything carefully before asking for specific details.

Hart's fingers flicked across the papers, his eyes quickly scanning the last few pages of the document.

The content mentioned here began to become more realistic and specific, and the multiple projects that Zhujie Construction Unlimited and the Administration would launch in the quarantine zone came into his sight one by one.

Hart frowned slightly. Although the contents of the document sounded very good, talking on paper is always much simpler than actually implementing it.

“Can these projects actually be implemented? Can the administration deliver on their promises?”

These questions swirled in Hart's mind.

He turned to the last few pages, and the terms in the document gradually involved the details of the cooperation between All-World Construction Unlimited and the Infected Union.

This company not only aims to build infrastructure, but also plans to absorb the infected into the construction team, relying on the infected's extraordinary physique and abilities to accelerate the progress of the project.

Hart could feel from between the lines that the Administration was planning a comprehensive and rigorous construction plan, and the infected would not only be participants in this plan, but might even become a key force.

Hart's mind was filled with many questions and...expectations.

He raised his head and looked at Xia Xiu, trying to find the answer from the expression of this sword-bearer from heaven.

However, the blond young man still had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were calm and composed.

"Have you finished reading?"

Xia Xiu spoke softly, his voice was as calm as ever, but it made Hart feel a hint of invisible oppression.

Hart nodded subconsciously. Although there were still many questions circling in his mind, he felt that he had to speak first.

"Your plan... looks... grand. I can sense your determination to change the entire quarantine zone, and even the entire Terran infected population. But..."

He paused for a moment, his eyes falling on the document in his hand.

"I don't quite understand how our union can implement all of this. These seemingly complicated projects... can we really do it?"

Xia Xiu smiled slightly, as if he had already expected Hart to have such a question.

He leaned forward slightly and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

“Don’t worry, you will have answers to your questions. This is not a task you will undertake alone, the Administration will provide support throughout the process.

We will open up the resources of the think tank 'Adam' for you to use, and it will provide you with scientific advice and detailed planning. "

He paused for a moment, his golden eyes gentle yet profound, as if he could see through Hart's heart:

"With Adam's assistance, the infected group will not only be able to successfully complete these projects, but also move towards a new future. The infected will unite under the banner of the Kingdom of Heaven. You are no longer an isolated group, but an important part of the new world."

After Xia Xiu answered part of Hart's questions, he changed the subject and spoke in a more direct tone.

Too many empty words will make people feel vague, and only by telling the other party specific plans and what they can actually do can you truly eliminate doubts in their hearts.

He pointed to the document in Hart's hand, smiled slightly, and said to Hart:
"You should have seen the building plan for the Purgatory Gate station mentioned above, right?"

Hart nodded, his brows slightly furrowed, his tone full of confusion:

“That’s one of the things that’s a little confusing to me.”

Xia Xiu had a faint smile on his face, and he already knew Hart's questions.

"Purgatory Gate Station is an extremely important part of my plan."

He explained:

"This is a hub connecting the new world, the borderland, and all the worlds."

"It will not just be an ordinary station. It will carry extraordinary people, students, nobles, and passengers performing special missions. We plan to build multiple functional levels, each leading to different areas and train lines. This means that in the future, we will be able to transport large numbers of people and resources quickly and efficiently, and even directly connect to other planes."

Xia Xiu crossed his fingers, leaned his elbows on the table, and looked very excited, as if he was describing a grand blueprint in his mind.

"Of course." He smiled slightly, his tone slightly relaxed.

"This may seem a little far-fetched to you, after all, it is part of the future. But at this stage, I plan to use an existing spectacular building on Terra as a template to replicate the initial concept of this platform."

"We will first copy... imitate - Platform 9 of King's Cross Station in Fog City."

"Platform 9?" Hart looked confused. He seemed to have never heard of this thing.

"It's normal that you don't recognize the name. In fact, this platform has always been in the hands of the Fog City Magic Association and is almost never open to the public. It is a special train platform for the noble thaumaturges of the monarchy faction and belongs to their private domain. Even those thaumaturges who are of commoner origin... are no different from what they call Muggles."

The supremacy of bloodline has always been a point of criticism in the magic circle of Fog City... Well, in Fog City, they still continue the tradition and like to use the word "magic".

"Your bloodline determines your destiny."

This is one of the oldest and most powerful families in the Clock Tower, and the family leader, Barthomeloi, is famous for his extreme remarks, which are also the motto of their family.

In the minds of pure-blood families, bloodline is the foundation of magical power, and only magicians with noble bloodline are worthy of mastering powerful magic and gaining a foothold in the magic world. This idea has been widely supported in the Clock Tower, especially in the fight against low-blood magicians.

Xia Xiu's thumbs moved up and down in his crossed hands, showing an interesting sense of casualness.

How can agricultural development not involve the creation of wonders?

Moreover, his platform construction is not just a spectacle, it is the track that connects all worlds in the future. In the later stage of development, it can also lay various ether tracks, allowing people to use the power of the [Golden Tree] to travel through planes.

However, Xia Xiu was sure that he could control the Administration, replicate King's Cross Station, and even open a school soon...

They are all inevitably bullied behind the scenes by the foggy city's magic nobles.

He even thought of how those guys who put bloodline above all else criticized him and the lines about his own school.

"Why don't the angels go to slay gods and demons, but instead teach the mudbloods magic? Is the Kingdom of Heaven going to change its business?"

From the Twenty-Eight Holy Families in the past to the Twelve Monarchs of the Clock Tower today, the nobles of the Fog City are all of the same nature.

In the magic system of Fog City, magic is acquired through bloodline and family inheritance.

A magician family accumulates magical knowledge and power through generations of hard work, and usually possesses more powerful magic circuits (magic channels within the magician's body, similar to the inheritable version of the thaumaturgical circuits in the genealogy).

Therefore, the strength of a magician in Fog City often depends on the family's history, inheritance, and the number and quality of magic circuits.

The lifeblood of the Fog City is controlled not only by the Clock Tower but also by the Fog City Magic Association. They are the core organization in the Fog City supernatural world and are responsible for managing the activities of magicians.

The Fog City Magic Association is an extremely elite organization that only serves magician families with noble bloodlines.

Many powerful magician families control important positions in the Magic Association, and the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower are typical representatives of this power structure.

The Magic Association is an extremely closed and elitist organization, and in its operation, ordinary people have almost no chance to enter the world of magic.

The barrier between the magic world and the ordinary world is very strong, and the Magic Association will do everything it can to hide the existence of magic and prevent ordinary people from accessing the power of magic.

If the Third Academy were established in Fog City, it would definitely be "destroyed" by those magic families on the genealogy forum, and the Fog City government would probably resist fiercely, and even become enemies with the Kingdom of Heaven.

The Holy Church, the first secular product of the Kingdom of Heaven, had a fierce conflict with the Magic Association.

The main doctrine of the first generation of popes was to protect the will of heaven and the church think tank and to eliminate all forces regarded as heresy.

Although the Templar Church is not completely hostile to all magic, they have a very strict attitude towards the behavior of magicians, especially those magic involving souls, immortality or dark forces, which are regarded as heresy by the church.

The Magic Association just happened to be in conflict with the Church at that time, in every sense of the word.

When the Kingdom of Heaven lost control of the Church, the Church think tank [Mastema] went on a killing spree, hunting heretics, wizards and magicians. The Magic Association was the first to be hit, and the 28 Holy Families stood at the forefront of the anti-Church, and the two sides tore their faces and fought each other.

Platform 9 of King's Cross Station is a relic of the original front line. The Church reduced the Twenty-Eight Holy Families to only thirteen, while the Magic Association killed several archbishops and a pope in the Church.

Moreover, when the first sword-wielder in Heaven wiped out the church, the Magic Association also made great efforts behind the scenes.

Now there are the second secularization products of the Kingdom of Heaven - the Administration and the Third Court of the Kingdom of Heaven.

If the people from the Fog City Magic Association saw this now, they would probably get PTSD.

The fact that the Administration was widely infected and allowed people to bring their art into the organization made them smell something was not right.

Now, the rumors that the Kingdom of Heaven was going to establish a third academy to implement a policy of education for all made them feel even more uneasy.

There are actually quite a few thaumaturgical academies on Terra that teach everyone, and Deer Academy is one of them. When the Clock Tower sees them, it pinches its nose, ignores those Mudblood representatives, endures it, and can even get along and communicate in a friendly manner with the people of Deer Academy who have magical bloodlines with a fake smile.

At the very least, there is no fierce conflict between Luyuan's extraordinary ideology and the Magic Association, or even Luyuan does not have any extraordinary ideology.

But the Academy of Heaven, damn!!!
How did the Holy Church lose control in the first place? How did the Twenty-Eight Holy Families of the Magic Association, at its peak, get chopped to pieces?

Doesn't he have any clue about heaven?

When the first sword-wielder in Heaven did not come down, the Magic Association planned to open the [Soul Tomb], pull out the [Sword in the Stone], release all the holy relics, and use all the association's resources to fight the Holy Church.

Look at that utopian ideology and the purist ideology of the foggy city. They're bound to clash.

In the past, the angels in heaven were high up and their fists were powerful enough, so everyone sought common ground while reserving differences, and one superpower made many stronger.

But now if you want to secularize, conflicts are inevitable.

It is estimated that the conflict between the Holy Church and the Magic Association will be replicated in the Third House of Heaven.

Of course, the conflict will be slightly better than before, from the fight between clergy and magicians to fights between college students.

Xia Xiu usually has the habit of reading newspapers. Among the many media in Terra, the official media that is malicious towards him, the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven, is the Fog City Broadcasting Company, which broadcasts all kinds of false statements every day.

Human rights charges, extermination charges, and the organs of operators under the jurisdiction of the Administration being sold...

After the first phase of the Purgatory Gate platform and the third courtyard are built, he will also disgust the people in the Fog City.

Hart didn't understand the twists and turns, and he had never heard of such a grand idea, especially the concept of Purgatory Gate Station. It sounded like more than just a transportation hub, but more like a symbol of changing times.

Although he didn't know much about the so-called "Platform 9", he could clearly feel from Xia Xiu's description that this platform to some extent represented an invisible barrier for the privileged class.

"The Administration also needs its own speedy construction company, and the Purgatory Gate Station is the breakthrough point needed at the beginning of the company's establishment."

The fourth sword-bearer in Heaven continued, his voice a little higher.

"It will not only be a transportation hub, carrying the flow of extraordinary users, but will also become a bridge connecting Terra to the heavens and the worlds in the future."

After Xia Xiu finished saying this, he uncrossed his hands, gently stroked his chin with his right hand, and raised his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about some future plan.

Then, a slightly malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone became more relaxed:
"When the platform is built and opened to traffic, I would like to invite some bigwigs from the monarchy faction in Fog City to come and have a look. After all, the times are advancing, and those old guys in Fog City should learn from them and stop sticking to their ivory towers."

After slightly expressing his bad taste, he continued to say to Hart:
"These plans, Mr. Hart, will not be accomplished overnight, but as long as we take the first step, the future path will become clearer and clearer. You don't have to doubt the power of the infected, and don't underestimate the role of your union - the corrected value economy and the new world system are much more convenient than you think."

The final conversation between Xia Xiu and Hart had already gone into details, as the two discussed in detail the reconstruction of the quarantine zone and the details of joining the trade union.

As Xia Xiu spoke, he took out a small ball from the drawer of his desk and handed it to Hart.

This small ball looks like some kind of mechanical peripheral. It has a smooth surface and is of moderate size. It is suspended in the air and has a round shape like some kind of cute Q-version doll.

There was a simplified expression panel on the front of the ball. The big eyes on the panel blinked from time to time and changed their expressions according to the atmosphere, making it look both anthropomorphic and technological. Hart stared at it, feeling full of novelty.

Xia Xiu looked at Hart's reaction, a smile on his face, and said jokingly in a relaxed tone: "In the future, this kind of thing will spread throughout Terra, and even in every corner of the human race. No matter if they are extraordinary or ordinary people, they will have it."

Hart was slightly stunned and took the ball. Although he felt that this sounded like a joke, facing Xia Xiu's relaxed and humorous tone, he was unable to refute it.

[Hello, the Adam X civilian version is at your service——]
[Do you need to enable custom mode? ]
[Do you need to name me?]
The small ball floated beside his hand, flickering blue light faintly, like a small intelligent assistant, blinking from time to time, looking at Hart.

"This thing... looks quite interesting."

Hart touched the ball with some curiosity and caution. The ball instantly made a brisk "beeping" sound, and its eyes lit up, and its expression changed to a smiley face, as if responding to his touch.

Xia Xiu smiled and nodded, speaking casually:
"Don't worry, it's much smarter than you think. It will become a good partner for you at work. It can help you solve any problem. I can be considered half of its father. I wrote a lot of Easter egg programming in it, and the emoticons on it are also one of my masterpieces."

He then added jokingly: "But you have to be careful, it will also remind you when to finish the work, don't think about being lazy."

Hart couldn't help but chuckle as he listened. He felt that the words of the Heavenly Sword Bearer had made him relax a lot.

Xia Xiu's humor and approachable manner made the meeting seem relaxed and natural, completely different from the serious conversation he had originally imagined.

He held the small ball carefully in his hand. Although he was still full of curiosity about this little gadget, he also began to realize that the changes brought about by the Administration were far more extensive and far-reaching than he had imagined.

Finally, Xia Xiu gave his final instructions, and Hart had some more relevant documents in his hands.

He sorted out his thoughts, stood up, and bowed slightly to Xia Xiu to express his sincere gratitude.

"Thank you, Mr. Abraham." There was a hint of respect and gratitude in Hart's voice.

Xia Xiu waved his hand slightly, his tone still calm:
"Don't be so reserved, Mr. McDowell. Remember, I look forward to working with your union. There's a long road ahead."

Hart nodded, took the small ball and the documents, and left the office with mixed feelings.

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When Hart walked out the door, the dazzling sunlight fell on the ground, and the golden beams that penetrated the clouds gently shone on his face.

He subconsciously narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the warm light spreading all over his body, bringing a sense of peaceful comfort.

His heart seemed to calm down at this moment.

The world outside seemed completely different from anything he had seen before.

Hart held the small ball gently and looked down. The pair of round electronic eyes on the mechanical ball blinked with a lively and mischievous expression.

Hart couldn't help but smile slightly, and touched it lightly with his fingers, as if he was having some kind of silent communication with it.

At this moment, he felt a sense of expectation and responsibility that he had never felt before, a sense of mission that he had never felt so strongly as a union leader.

He raised his head and looked into the distance. The sunlight in front of him illuminated the ruins of the quarantine zone. The wall slowly fell down amid the roar of bulldozers. The moment it collapsed into dust, it seemed as if an era had ended with the collapse of the wall.

The high walls that once imprisoned the infected, the cold isolation and discrimination, are gradually disappearing in the dust of history.

"A brand new era." Hart muttered to himself.

The depression and confusion in his heart finally dissipated at this moment.

The pain and confusion of the past were diluted by sunshine and new hope, and were replaced by a firm belief.

He took a deep breath and felt unprecedented relaxation, as if the burden of many years had been lifted from his shoulders.

My steps became lighter, and the sound of my footsteps seemed even more powerful in the sunlight.

"Hugh Abraham, that gentleman...he is really the one who can change the fate of Terra."

This thought popped into Hart's mind and quickly occupied all his thoughts.

He had never believed so firmly that that man, the fourth sword bearer of Heaven, the leader of the Authority, would be the one to change the fate of all Terra.

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Guh, I've been thinking about it for so long, I'll go back and see if Hearthstone China has been fixed. Guh, I didn't expect it, guh, sure enough, it's still a bunch of ****