Fan Xiangnan's scalp tightened when he was looked at by him, but he still insisted on speaking: "Even if he is an orphan, your training plan may not be implemented for the time being. The Federation stipulates that indigenous residents from marginal stars must first enter the Federal Welfare Institution and receive a one-month adaptation course. Then enter the schools designated by the Federation to receive language and basic compulsory education. Otherwise, they cannot obtain a formal Federal resident identity certificate."

Without formal resident status, everything else would be empty talk. Although the Chu family has the ability to give an indigenous resident a formal status, anyone in the Chu family who knows Xiangnan well will never bother to take advantage of the privilege.

Chu Rong leaned back in his chair, beginning to get impatient - why is it so difficult to raise a bald chicken? A guy who was identified as a third-level disabled person was thrown into a federal school, living and studying with a bunch of other indigenous residents of unknown attributes. He could almost imagine the bald chicken being ostracized and bullied by other classmates because of his appearance, height, and qualifications.

"Let Lin Zhen find out his background as soon as possible, and focus on determining whether he has any relatives alive. If not, I remember that my eldest brother has a lot of welfare organizations under his name. Get him an adopted status and raise him in the Chu family base first." He compromised unhappily.

Fan Xiangnan glanced at him and added cruelly, "Federal regulations stipulate that the establishment of an adoption relationship must be approved by the adoptee himself, and coercion and deception are not allowed."

Chu Rong's face darkened, he tapped the table with his fingers, and asked coldly: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who bullies children?"

Yes... It seems that the commander is determined to keep the child. Fan Xiangnan tactfully kept silent and took out the communicator to send a message to Lin Zhen.

Georgia, who had no idea that she was being targeted, looked at the new words she had learned today and the pictures of the objects behind them. She tightened her fingers imperceptibly, looked at Lin Zhen as normally as possible, pointed at one of the pictures, and asked in a less proficient common language, "Teacher Lin, what is this 'black hole'?"

Lin Zhen, who was checking communication information, glanced at the picture when he heard this, put a light computer in his hand, and said: "A black hole is a randomly appearing cosmic channel. The reason for its formation is unknown and it is very dangerous. If you encounter it, you must stay away from it immediately and send a distress and positioning information to the police. You can use the light computer to look up the specific explanation. If you don’t understand, write it down and ask me tomorrow. I have something else to do. Today’s class will end early. Let Captain Tan take you to lunch. See you tomorrow." After that, he put away the textbooks and hurriedly left the small classroom.

Georgia watched him leave, looked down at the real picture of the black hole, stood up, and returned to the room with the computer.

After making sure that there was no one around, he sat on the floor, turned on the light computer according to the method Lin Zhen had taught him before, typed in the word "black hole", and clicked search.

According to his learning progress, Lin Zhen limited the use of the optical computer to the category of "early childhood enlightenment", so the search results that pop up are a combination of cartoon pictures and texts that take into account the vocabulary level of young children. Even a common language beginner like Georgia can understand it.

The search result is not long, but the explanation is very detailed. To summarize it roughly: a black hole is a kind of cosmic channel that appears irregularly, from which some evil insects will drill out. The insects will kill people when they meet them. They are powerful and have strong reproductive capacity. They are the enemy of all human beings. If you encounter them, it is best to stay away from them immediately and call the police.

In short, black holes are not good things, and the creatures that come out of black holes are not good things either! They are the mortal enemy of mankind! Once you see them, you must kill them as soon as possible, and leave no one alive.

Georgia turned pale, her face tensed, her lips tightly pursed, and her hands clenched into fists.

The black hole is not a magic circle, but a passage through which evil creatures can escape... Through the study of the past few days, he has basically figured out the general situation of this place - galaxies, the universe, mental power, physical skills, mechas, and all kinds of incredible science and technology... Now, even the black hole that brought him here has an explanation, and he can no longer deceive himself.

I can't go back, I really can't go back. Black holes appear without rules, and only evil bugs come out of them... Then what is he? What is the black hole that brought him here and appeared in the magic continent? So he is here, just a monster that ran out of the black hole?

...If the White-haired Monster and his group knew his origins, would they kill him?

My nose felt sore and tears flowed uncontrollably.

He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, trying hard to hold back his tears, but finally couldn't, and he started to cry with his shoulders shaking.

So is it really impossible to go back? Will I never see my father and mother again?

He pulled up his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and with red eyes he gathered his magic power. He once again drew a blood-attracting magic circle on the floor. Then he pulled out a hair, cut his wrist and dripped blood onto it. He knelt in front of the magic circle and struck a pious posture as if performing a sacrifice.

Soft light rose, a magic circle took shape, his hair began to spin wildly after blending with his blood, he closed his eyes and chanted a spell to praise his hometown.

His hair moved without wind, magic elements danced wildly in the air, and the magical aura from his hometown seemed to come from a distant time and space. The next second, all the beautiful and dreamy scenes disappeared, the magic circle became invalid, and only a trace of charred ash remained in front of him.

The spell came to an abrupt end.

He opened his eyes, stared at the ground, leaned blankly against the bed frame, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.

Still failed...

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Tan Shengwei appeared at the door. He turned his head and met the other person's kind and smiling eyes. His body moved and he leaned forward unconsciously, but his head slowly dropped and he whispered: "No, I'm not a monster, I have parents... Don't kill me."

"Qiao, it's time for lunch. Today--" Tan Shengwei's eyes swept over his hand, his expression changed, and he hurriedly strode over to hold his bleeding wrist, took out a bandage and bandaged it while asking worriedly: "What's the matter? How did you get hurt? What happened?"

Georgia looked up, seeing his concerned expression, thinking of the white-haired monsters who had treated him kindly during this period, his hands moved, his confused thoughts slowly returned to their place, and his eyes became firm - it doesn't matter, as long as he is alive, he can always find a way back. And those who have sincerely helped him, he promised not to hurt them, and he will try his best to keep this rare friendship and kindness forever, the dwarves are not a race that repays kindness with enmity.

"Qiao?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Tan Shengwei became more worried.

He came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head, shook his bandaged wrist, and replied: "It's okay, I just accidentally scratched it, thank you."

Seeing that he had returned to normal, Tan Shengwei was finally relieved. He smiled back at him innocently, stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to dinner. Your wrist is injured, so we have to change our training plan for the afternoon."

He then stood up, his eyes swept across the ashes on the floor, his eyelashes trembled, he turned his head, and walked out of the room without looking back.

Lin Zhen put Georgia's learning results in front of Chu Rong and said in detail: "Through the teaching and communication in the past few days, I have roughly figured out his growing environment - a gentle and humorous father, a warm and reliable mother, a united and friendly tribesman, and a relatively simple and very primitive living environment. He has basically no knowledge of electronic products, does not know mental power, does not understand physical skills and ancient martial arts, calls mechas metal giants, and has never seen cleaning robots. He can't tell the location of his hometown, and is instinctively defensive about this type of question and refuses to answer in detail. In addition, he seems to have forgotten the process of being caught by the miners and transported here, and only remembers the mining situation after being caught."

Chu Rong narrowed his eyes, tapped the table, and asked, "In other words, you didn't find out whether his parents and relatives are still alive?"

Unexpectedly, the commander's focus was here. Lin Zhen paused and nodded, "Yes, I can't find out. When he talked about his parents, his words were very vague. He only said that his parents went on a long trip, but he couldn't tell where they went."

"Any clues from other slaves?"

"No." Lin Zhen frowned and replied, "This group of illegal miners sneaked in from the Empire. Most of the slaves they captured were deceived by using excuses such as helping them smuggle into the Federation. The composition of the members is very complex. There are criminals, gold diggers, and hired workers who do some illegal activities. Only a small number of them are innocent federal residents who were captured. I personally think that Joe is not a native of an unknown planet, but a hermit from a remote planet."

Chu Rong lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then asked, "Is there anyone among the miners who knows his origins?"

"No, not only that, other slaves don't seem to know his origins, and no one has asked about him. A few miners did mention that there was a 'little devil' among the slaves, but they couldn't tell when he came. Because of the specificity of red tin ore, the lifespan of slaves is not long, so the peripheral branches of the miners will regularly capture new slaves to replenish blood. There is too much personnel turnover and the management is very chaotic. No detailed records have been made, and the clues are broken."

Fan Xiangnan, who was listening in, did not expect this to happen. He frowned and said, "In other words, unless Qiao speaks up, no one will know his origins now?"

"That's true." Lin Zhen nodded.

Fan Xiangnan was silent and looked at Chu Rong. To be the commander's personal subordinate, one must first have federal residency, and secondly, legal military status. However, the federal military academy and conscription office would never accept a person of unknown origin. The commander's training plan was probably really going to fail.

Chu Rong naturally thought of what he could think of. He tapped the tabletop regularly with his hands on the tabletop, his expression calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care about these things at all, but his aura was somewhat fascinating. Just when Fan Xiangnan was hesitating whether to say something to comfort him, he finally spoke, his tone was as cold and hard as always.

"Ask him directly. I want a clear result."

Lin Zhen stepped forward to put away his learning results, replied with a "yes", and obeyed his orders unconditionally.

Fan Xiangnan sighed inwardly and took the initiative to open the door to make it easier for him to go out.

"Wait." Chu Rong suddenly stopped them again, lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then stood up and said, "I will go and ask in person. The miners and slaves also need to be interrogated. Bugs living in the gutter will never learn to be honest."

How could the bald chicken he had his eyes on be turned into a dangerous person of unknown origin by a group of miners, hindering his bright future? This was a provocation to his dignity!

He walked away with a quick step, leaving Fan Xiangnan and Lin Zhen looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Commander...are you very concerned about that Qiao?" Lin Zhen asked with a frown.

"No... maybe he is caring about another self." Fan Xiangnan sighed, patted Lin Zhen's shoulder, and left the meeting room.

Another self?

Lin Zhen was stunned, thinking of Qiao's lame aptitude of having no mental power but an S physique, and also of his superior's experience of relying on physical strength to return to the top after his mental power was polluted, and he seemed to be thinking about something.