Four Hundred and Sixty-Eight Airport News
"This is my entry permit." A little nervous, in the security channel, Magister Marvin handed the diplomatic pass temporarily issued to him by Grecon in his hand, and handed it to the person who checked the documents held by each person. security personnel.
The male police officer looked down at the various numbers on the pass, and then checked it with the photo on the computer screen. After confirming the identity of the other party, he handed the diplomatic certificate to Marvin.
Then, the mortal police officer who didn't have any magical fluctuation energy all over his body, said in an unceremonious manner: "Have you brought any luggage? It should be checked on the X-ray machine."
"You are not allowed to carry any magic supplements on your body. All dangerous items you carry must be reported. If they are found out, they will be dealt with as illegal crossing the border and invading Alan Hill." The police officer warned Marvin in a routine manner without looking up. , not at all polite just because the other party is a magician.
Marvin was a little embarrassed, nodded and took out all the messy little things on his body, and put them on the inspection tray.
Because Grecon's flight allows magicians to carry magic props on board, and because of safety considerations, Alan Hill does not allow dangerous and unstable magic supplements to board the plane-this difference also leads to love every day. Lanhill's security check channel will confiscate many magic supplements from Greckon.
"Why did you bring so many messy things? These are all dangerous items, and they are not allowed to enter here." The other party raised his head and scolded with some dissatisfaction: "Didn't the magician of Grekken remind you before coming here?" ?”
"Yes, I'm sorry." For some reason, Marvin remembered this word he hadn't mentioned for a long time, and answered the other party's question.
It has been a long, long time since he has said sorry to anyone, because in the puppet empire, his identity and status, in fact, there is no need to say sorry to others.
But today, he said it directly, and it was very natural. After all, he came from afar, not to cause trouble, but to pray for forgiveness from the powerful empire in front of him.
"Detain them all. If you need them, you can fill out an application report, so that we will return these things when you leave the country."
Hearing that the other party would return his things, Marvin felt that this rule was quite reasonable - after all, it was only temporarily detained, not taken away directly, and it was somewhat acceptable.
So he asked happily: "If I fill out the application and request to keep these items..."
"Fill out this form, press your fingerprint...and pay a deposit of 100 gold coins.
When picking up these items, you need to pay a customs declaration fee of 5 gold coins per day... We have the right to dispose of all leftover items if you do not leave the country to claim them for more than 5 days. "The policeman pushed a form to Marvin and introduced the new rules.
In Marvin's wallet, there is only 100 gold coins sponsored by Grecon, as a personal expense for his trip to Alan Hill this time. Therefore, this Mr. Magician is not considered rich now.
Of course, he also has the valuable magic gold coin certificate common to the puppet empire. But he didn't know if the currency of this hostile force could be used here.
So, he resolutely gave up the ownership of these things, like other magicians who came to Alan Hill: "I'm sorry! I can't pay the deposit, so... I give up the ownership of these things."
With such an expression on his face, the police officer took the form back without any surprise, and then swept the valuable magic items into the safety box beside him.
Immediately afterwards, he stamped the stamp on the diplomatic certificate from Greckon, a huge word of entry permission, printed diagonally on the certificate.
The police officer casually threw the certificate back to Marvin, and shouted loudly to another magician behind him: "Next! Line up! Don't mess up!"
Carrying his messy clothes box, Marvin stuffed the magic robe and other clothes into the box randomly, then clasped it tightly in his hand, crossed the security gate, and walked into Ailan Hill.
This is the Alan Hill that he must come to. The land here, the sky here, and even the air here belong to Alan Hill!
He looked at the bustling crowd around him, at the busy businessmen and students, even the elderly and children, who were crowded in the ordinary security check channel, waiting to board the plane. He felt that he had lived here more than half his life. The puppet empire is much happier.
Everyone here is well-dressed and well-dressed in a wide variety of styles. Everyone here is holding a communication device, and they don't know what they are doing with their heads down.
Marvin passed by a beautiful girl, and he saw that the other party was browsing some texts on his mobile phone. The content of these texts seemed to be related to a music festival in Ireland Hill.
Yes, Serris is holding a music festival. This music festival is led by Princess Jessica, and the purpose is to eliminate all kinds of problems that the war has brought to this country.
All the musicians invited to the music festival are well-known musicians in the world. In fact, many of these musicians are not from Ireland, but because they escaped the war, most of them now live in Ireland.
What's even more interesting is that these artists, celebrities, and nobles who came to take refuge in Alan Hill found that their country had become a region of Alan Hill, and they themselves were no longer able to escape. Don't worry about the hard things going home.
After a few minutes, Marvin finally passed through the crowd and walked out of this newly built airport with magnificent gates. He turned his head and looked at the huge nameplate on the airport, as well as the eye-catching advertisements on both sides - he really felt that he felt dizzy.
The rectangular buildings here are no shorter than those magic towers that he is familiar with, but the streets here are wider than all the streets he can see in the puppet empire.
Before he came back to his senses, taxi drivers surrounded him, and one by one shouted some professional words to Ma Wen that made Ma Wen at a loss: "Old East Gate? Go or not?" ? Go or not? Old East Gate! Taxi! 20 gold and go away!" "Be my taxi! Old man, where are you going? The old palace? Old palace 15 gold! Castle Road 19 gold! It's cheap! It's cheap La!"
Marvin was just dizzy from being overwhelmed by the prosperity of Ireland Hill and the dense crowd here... But he is not stupid. He still remembered that the old professor would not let him take a taxi, so he confronted those soliciting customers. The burly man in the middle waved his palm, indicating that he was not interested.
In fact, he has long felt that these people are mortals without any threat. Even though they look fat and strong, their actual combat effectiveness is pitifully low.
So he was not intimidated by the other party's so-called aura, and the other party also realized that this might be an old fritter who had been to Ireland Hill, so he stopped embarrassing him and let him go.
"Bah! Another poor man! You can't even afford a taxi!" A middle-aged driver spat at Ma Wenyuan's back, and gave his pertinent evaluation with a look of disdain.
Behind him, a few patrolmen came over and said in an official voice with their hands behind their backs: "Take out your driver's license and ID card! Routine inspection!"
"Yo! Officer Mark, Officer Donaldson..." Several taxi drivers who had looked fierce just now turned around and nodded and bowed, as humble as bugs on the ground.
"Are you cheating money from outsiders here again?" After taking the good cigarettes handed over by the other party, they stood under the no-smoking sign. Over these rip-off old fritters.
The taxis soliciting customers here are of course more expensive than the normal ones operating outside—normally going to the Old Palace, using the meter will only cost two gold coins at most, and one gold and forty silver is almost less when there is no traffic jam along the way.
But a mouth here costs more than ten gold, and it's nothing more than bullying foreigners who don't know how to do it, and earning a lot of black-hearted money.
Naturally, they also have their own protective umbrella. The patrol police in the city where the airport is located and the sheriff in the airport are the backers who provide them with protection. And most of the black-hearted money they earned went into the pockets of these "worms".
Before Marvin walked out of the airport, he was stopped by two men in magic robes. The magister from the puppet empire could tell at a glance that these two people were different from other security guards.
They are all senior magicians. Although they are not as powerful as Marvin, these two senior magicians are obviously well-trained.
The two of them didn't talk nonsense, and after blocking Ma Wen's way, they handed out their own documents and said, "We are here to pick you up under the order of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Mr. Ma Wen, come with us!"
Naturally, Marvin didn't know whether the other party's ID was genuine or not, but this way of showing his ID to prove his identity first made the magister of the puppet empire appreciate it.
He nodded, followed the two to the underground parking lot, and watched them open the door of a black SUV.
In fact, Marvin himself has never been to Ireland Hill. If he is familiar with this place, he will know that no one dares to drive this special car for the imperial government casually or pretend to be an imitation.
And the license plate on this car is not something that just anyone dares to use. Once it is verified that this type of license plate is forged, the lightest sentence is 99 years in prison—maybe the magician can survive, but the sentence for the magician is heavier, and the general judge will give an extra 100 or 200 years. If the circumstances are serious, Maybe a straight sentence of life imprisonment...