The afternoon sun shone brightly on the square, and the metal emblem on the top of the main teaching building shone brightly in the sun. Fendill walked among the students on their way to class. He walked along the long and gentle ramp leading to the main teaching building. He was wearing a brand-new uniform of the Imperial Academy. The decorative chain near the collar and the copper buttons on the uniform shone brightly in the sun.
Among the students coming and going on the ramp, some were wearing the uniform of the Imperial Academy that was similar to his. Some were wearing the uniforms of other academies. The students walked proudly in the Imperial Academy with their heads held high. There were young people like Fendill, middle-aged people with gray hair, and even old people with wrinkles on their faces.
"You finally chose the Academy of Sergeants." Erawen's voice came from the side. "I thought you would at least try the branch of Magic Engineering before this winter..."
Fendill turned around and saw the son of the Grand Duke of the Western Region wearing the uniform of the Magic Engineering Department. The new blue uniform with a mixture of mechanical and magic symbols made the bookish friend of many years look more refined.
"Your new uniform is not bad," Fendill said with a smile. Then he shook his head self-deprecatingly. "I'll pass... I know where I am and where I am hopeless. If you want me to fight with people with magic, I can do it, or not so advanced mathematical knowledge. But if you want me to deal with machines... I'd rather go hunting on the ice field. Auntie must have known this when she sent me here. She didn't even let me make up for the mechanical lessons … "
Erawen looked at him for a long time and finally shook his head helplessly. "... I've always appreciated your optimism."
"Haha … Don't be so serious. I don't want to see you become a nerd when I graduate as a candidate officer." Fendill laughed. "You've already begun to have this tendency!"
Apparently, Erawin did not bother to pay attention to the Northern Territory heir's not-so-brilliant sense of humor. He just thought about it seriously and sighed. "Now, we have even fewer chances to meet Firm. He's almost the only one working in the film company."
"... We have our own things to do after all," Fendill said, shaking his head. "But it's still too early to talk about it. We just have more work to do than before. It's not time for us to go to the army or the government office. There are at least two years of beautiful academy life waiting for us. Before that, we can still show our faces in the film company as much as possible."
"That's true." Erawen nodded and glanced at the students coming and going on the ramp not far away. Whether they were formal students who had already put on the branch uniform or the freshmen in the basic uniform, every face he saw was confident and proud. This made him think. "Firm told me that he has a wish. He hopes that when the magic movie gradually matures, when more and more people accept and recognize this new thing, he will start a special subject, like the scholars teaching in the Imperial College, to teach others how to make magic movie, how to perform, how to create..."
"He really has some original ideas." Fendill suddenly showed a hint of surprise. "I've never thought of this!"
"Yes, no one has ever done something like this. A lot of knowledge is passed down in the family or taught by teachers and apprentices. But Firm seems to think that it should be systematically organized like the knowledge in the academy..." Erawen said and shrugged. "Maybe he will succeed?"
"... If there is such a day, maybe he will become more famous than you and me. A few years later, his portrait may even be hung on the walls of some teaching buildings, just like the Father of the Magic Net or Raven Keyes."
Erawen imagined such a scene and suddenly could not help but laugh. At this time, a few figures in the freshmen uniform appeared at the end of the ramp, attracting the attention of Erawen and some of the students nearby.
Fendill also quickly saw the figures. They were men and women, and they looked about the same age. Their good looks and casual words and actions showed that they were not ordinary people. These freshmen walked together. Except for their temperament, they did not look much different from the other students in the academy. However, an observant person could easily see that they did not fit in well with the surrounding atmosphere. They talked to each other, seemed a little nervous, and the students who walked past them occasionally showed a sense of distance.
It was not obvious, but it was enough to attract Fendill's attention.
"Ah, it's those students from Typhon..." the heir of the Northern Region whispered. "I have some impression of the girl called Danna..."
"Hey, you don't sound like a qualified aristocrat."
"What are you thinking? I was just showing them the way. "Fendill immediately defended his innocence." You know, these students from Typhon are the 'key targets' of His Majesty. "
"These people from Typhon are always too uptight. No one here is against them." Erawen shook his head. "If they keep this up, it will not be easy for them to complete their studies."
"So, at this time, it is up to us, the 'host', to show goodwill to these foreign guests." Fendill laughed, patted Erawen on the shoulder, and walked towards the students from Typhon. "Come on, we should say hello to these freshmen. Let them know that the people of Cecil are also well-mannered."
"Say hello?" Just as Erawen had the time to mutter, he saw his friend walking straight over. He stayed behind and watched the scene helplessly. After a few seconds, he sighed and followed after him.
Yes, we should say hello.
After all, it was his and Fendill's mission in this academy to build a good relationship with these nobles from Typhon and bring them to the prosperous world of Cecil.
...
A pair of pale gray eyes were hidden in the shadow of a pillar, cautiously watching what was happening on the courtyard slope. After a long observation, the owner of the eyes looked away.
A short, gray-haired, and gray-eyed figure, like a child, was hiding in the shadow of the pillar. She sat down on the circular pedestal of the pillar, put a textbook on her knees, spread out a half-written letter, and scribbled on it, preparing to send it far away. "This is indeed an incredible city. It is bigger than the Kingdom of the Gray Elves. All the buildings are very tall, and almost all the buildings are very new...
"It's not as devoid of trees as I thought. Although humans often cut down plants to expand their cities, there are still trees everywhere in the city. Most of them were planted by the druids living in the city, and the druid apprentices in the academy have a very important internship course, which is to take care of the plants in the city …" Lin Sanjiu continued, "…"
"The Druil here is different from other places. There are many Druil here, but only a small number of them are the 'standard Druil' who can really master magic. The rest are actually alchemists who 'cast spells' through alchemy potions and magical terminals. They are also respected, especially in the alchemy factories...
"There are people everywhere. There are people from Cecil, people from the North or their hometown, and people from Typhon... The students from Typhon are very conspicuous in this' Imperial Academy '. They always wear the emblem of Typhon on the most obvious part of their body. Although this will make some people from Cecil keep a distance from them, or attract unnecessary attention, they still do it.
"Everyone here is immersed in knowledge. Learning is the most important thing. It takes precedence over all the concepts of identity, status, race, and wealth. Because no one has the spare energy to pay attention to other things. There are countless new things here that firmly capture the heart of every student. Of course, another important reason is that the learning order and assessment here is very strict. The scholars who teach here are directly responsible for a department in the government office. They do not show any mercy to any students, including the children of the Duke...
"Ah, by the way, mother, the people from Typhon I just mentioned are also very hardworking. Apart from the dormitory, canteen, and classroom, they almost never go out. This is one of the reasons why they are so conspicuous here. Although everyone is hardworking, they are too hardworking. But today I saw the Duke of the North and the heir of the Duke of the West greet the Typhon students. Those people from Typhon seem to be very easy to talk to...
"Of course I am also trying to make friends, although... I only have one friend. She is called Pea. Although her name is a little strange, she is a big shot. Her father is the Admiral of the Navy of the Cecil Empire! And Pea has a magical magical device that can speak and sense the surroundings on her behalf...
"Oh, by the way, I also met an incredible teacher. He is a creature of pure energy. People respectfully call him 'Master Kamel'. When I first saw him, I was shocked... but don't worry, mother, I did not do anything rude...
"I live a good life here. You don't have to worry about me, and..."
A shadow suddenly came from the side. The Gray Elf girl, who was writing with her head down, was startled and immediately covered the letter with her hand. She also trembled visibly, and her soft gray hair became a little fluffy.
At the same time, a slightly emotionless, machine-like crisp female voice sounded almost at the same time. "Ah, Merry! You are hiding behind the pillar again! "
The Gray Elf girl called Merry looked up and saw that it was Pea standing next to her. She was obviously relieved, but her hand was still covering the letter on her knee. At the same time, she whispered in a somewhat delicate voice, "I am writing a letter..."
The next second, she heard her new friend say, "Writing a letter? Who are you writing to? Your family? Over at the Augulay tribe? Ah, by the way, I shouldn't ask about this. This is private. Sorry, just pretend I didn't say anything. Speaking of which, I haven't written a letter for a long time. The last time I wrote to my father was during the Revival Festival... but with the Magic Net, who still writes letters? The North Coast has already established a connection... When will the Augulay tribe be able to communicate directly with Cecil? I heard that you have already started to build the Magic Net? "
Pea's voice was like pouring beans. Melly Baizhi was instantly intimidated by his words. She could not say a single word from the beginning to the end. It was only after Pea had finished that the Gray Elf girl finally had the chance to speak. Her voice was even lower than before. "I'm writing a letter to my mother …"
She then waited for another two seconds before continuing. "The Augulay tribe is also building the Magic Net... My mother is in charge of it."
"Is that so?" Pea suddenly showed a look of surprise, followed by admiration. "Ah... That's right. Your mother is the leader of the Gray Elves, and she was the first to expand trade and technology with the West. Even my father said that he admires your mother very much. He said that the North is full of stubborn rocks. If those rocks had half of your mother's knowledge and intelligence, his work there would be at least a hundred times easier... "
"I'm afraid the 'rock' that Sir Byron mentioned is not just a rock …" Melly Baizhi reminded him in a low voice. However, her weak voice was soon drowned out by Pea's rambling words.
She did not feel any frustration or annoyance. She was used to this situation.
This was probably the reason why they could become friends.
...
"Life in the academy... seems a little envious."
Amber sat on the high wall, looking at the courtyard in front of the castle-like main building of the Imperial Academy. She looked at the students who were immersed in the best years of their lives and could not help but sigh with emotion.
Her legs were hanging out of the wall and dangling in the air. She seemed to be quite satisfied.
A figure appeared beside her like a ghost and turned into a bald man with a scar on his face. "Boss, do you want to go to school?"
"What school? Do I look like someone who can be admitted? I'm going to give lectures! "Amber immediately glared at her deputy." Don't talk nonsense. Get to the point. "
"We've already investigated. One of them is definitely a spy in this batch of international students. There are two other suspects. The rest are fine." After being reprimanded, Anton's expression immediately turned solemn as he began to report seriously. "We've already watched the communication channels of the three people. The Magician special team is thinking of ways to tamper with them without alerting them. There are no problems with the other batches of students, including Dana, who we're keeping an eye on. She is indeed the daughter of an Earl of Typhon. Her identity is clean. Her previous contact with Fendil Werde was not premeditated. It should be because she's not smart. "
"Not bad... The people of Typhon are indeed here for knowledge. They're not stupid enough to waste precious academic opportunities on useless espionage. Keep an eye on those people, whether they're spies or suspected spies. If you're sure there's a chance to instigate them, do so. If there's no chance, don't alert the target. Just keep monitoring them. They'll be treasures in the future. When the Eternal Sleepers left, we lost some of our men in Typhon. We have to find a way to make up for these losses... "
Scarface Anton nodded. "I understand, boss."
Hu Po waved his hand, and Anton silently disappeared from the wall. She then cast her gaze towards the courtyard again and sighed softly, "You're right.
"Life in the academy..."
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