Chapter 739 Young People of the Empire

As a nobleman, socializing with other nobles of similar rank is itself a part of social responsibility. Therefore, as the heirs of the same Duke Protector, as young nobles of the same age, Fendil Wilder and Elaine Franklin Of course they know each other, and they still have a certain personal relationship.

This personal relationship can basically be described as "each other's children".

In the Ansu era, in addition to the declining Cecil family, the heirs of the other three Duke Protector Dukes were of similar age and status, and they all shouldered certain responsibilities. Naturally, such a situation would inevitably occur.

But that didn't damage their friendship.

Elaine and Fendil hadn't seen each other for a long time. At this moment, they reunited in Cecil City, which represents the forefront of the magic industry era. They both have the same purpose of studying. Naturally, they have a lot to say. Conversation, but before that, there is a third person here.

Philm felt that his spirit was a little dazed. The travel companion who had been with him for half a month turned out to be the heir of the Duke of the North. This kind of thing that he dared not arrange arbitrarily in the play happened in the real world, and he couldn't tell for a while. The boundary between dream and reality, the young man from the Barron area shook his body, and when he looked at Fendil again, his eyes were no longer so natural, "I...you..."

Fendil waved before Philm continued, "Stop, my friend, and don't use honorifics and honorifics."

Philm's eyes widened, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue.

Fendil couldn't help sighing in his heart.

He thinks that his performance of being close to civilians during the journey is not bad, and he also thinks that he has shortened the distance with this civilian friend as much as possible.

He carefully studied His Majesty Gawain Cecil's theory on the essence of the aristocratic system. Those theories opened the eyes of this young aristocrat who was born and raised in the mountains of the north, and yearned for it.

But perhaps, it is just the unreasonable yearning of overly impetuous young people after seeing deviant things.

When he left the mountains in the north, he thought he would be an outstanding "new-style aristocrat", he was willing to support His Majesty Gawain Cecil's reforms, and personally break down the rotten barriers accumulated by the old Ansu nobles, sweeping away Shen Ke of this ancient country is so ill, he is so confident, because he is the successor of the Duke of the North, a great nobleman with a prominent status, such a great nobleman is willing to break his identity, what else is there? What can stop him from befriending one or more civilians?

But now he suddenly vaguely understood that when he was passing through Saint-Sunil,

What did the aunt say to herself mean-

"...You hold such an idea, which shows that you are still arrogant. The barrier between nobles and commoners cannot be broken by a noble's 'putting down his body'."

Fendil smiled silently, looking at Philm, who had nervousness in his eyes and a whimper in his expression.

That wall is really sturdy. His Majesty Gawain blew up the gravel ridge, pierced the Holy Spirit Plain, and a contract deprived the nation of the privileges of the nobles, but the wall still stood stubbornly, standing in people's hearts, as if stubborn. Those frozen boulders in the north.

But northerners are often more stubborn than stone.

He reached out and patted Film on the shoulder hard.

"Friend, relax, you are the creator of the magic shadow drama - don't think about any identity issues for the time being, didn't you take a letter of introduction from that big businessman and are going to meet His Royal Highness Rebecca?"

Philm woke up from the stunned moment, and Fendil's mention of "His Royal Highness Rebecca" instantly diverted his attention from the word heir to the Duke of the North, and the blond young man touched it subconsciously. Touching the box that he had been carrying in his hand - the box was his brainchild, the hope for the revival of the troupe at home, and all the chips and expectations he had made to come to the southern border after a desperate gamble, all of which made his mood quickly return to normal.

Elaine, who was on the side, looked at Fendil curiously, "You mentioned the ghost drama just now... What is that?"

"Ha, that's a cool and interesting idea—would you like to come along if you're interested?"

...

Amid warm cheers and gun salutes, Gawain left the high stage of the speech.

Behind him, hundreds of runes shimmered on the magnificent classical arches of the Imperial Academy, the thick shield covering the gate was gradually fading, and the first teachers and students as symbols were entering the gate. The dean of the academy, the tall and thin Santis Seid was standing at the door, watching the students enter the academy with excited eyes.

Around the square, several large-scale holographic projections are playing in a loop, introducing the main subjects of Imperial College with easy-to-understand short films, introducing the situation of the four branches, introducing the method of Imperial Citizens to apply for the college and the basic conditions for admission.

The citizens who gathered in the square were gradually dispersing, but a considerable number of them remained in the square. They surrounded the holographic projections, curiously looking at the content introduced in the projections. Some people shook their heads regretfully, but others had eyes An inexplicable light shone in it.

Gawain did not disturb all this, he returned to the magic car parked on the side of the square.

As soon as he was seated, a petite figure suddenly appeared on the seat next to Gawain. Amber was sitting there, holding his head and staring at the direction of Imperial College.

"What a beautiful place...even more beautiful than your shabby palace..." The half-elf lady muttered, "You are really willing to spend money on this."

"This is the foundation of the country. No matter how many grand plans I have, it is ultimately realized by people, and people... need these academies to cultivate," Gao Wen said with a smile, "Why, are you also interested in going in? 'Return'?"

"I don't want it at all," Amber immediately turned his head and stared, "The director of the emperor's love affairs did not meet the standard and went to the academy to make up for the class. How can I maintain my dignity in front of those little bastards in the future?"

"...I didn't mention your culture class either..."

"Isn't it obvious, I still don't know how much I weigh?"

Gawain "..."

After a helpless smile, he shook his head, "What are those two young people doing?"

"Visit the city and experience life. They seem to be very interested in being among the commoners and throwing aside the rules and regulations... But how should I put it, there should be some meanings to observe the 'Cecil Order' instead of their respective families. Well, but they didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

"Just let the young people relax a little," Gawain said with a smile, "the curiosity and enthusiasm of young people are the most precious."

"You sound a little old-fashioned," Amber pouted. "And when have you been so tolerant of young people? Didn't you always say that the old forces, especially the young people in the old forces, need to be strictly reformed and re-educated?"

Gawain didn't answer immediately, but turned his head to look out the car window, looking at the figures who were walking into the academy.

"Now you can be more forgiving," he said lightly, "after all, they are about to start school."

...

Contrary to Philm's expectations, the Institute of Magic Technology is not difficult to find, and even... it is not too difficult to enter.

Not far from the Imperial College, it is a tall and striking composite building with an open entrance and a plaza with a small fountain. It is very different from the gloomy and gloomy wizard tower in Firm's imagination. It has no entrance. The terrifying arcane puppets and a large army were guarded. Although many people came in and out, most of them were "ordinary people" in white short robes or blue uniforms-these people did not have the temperament of mages at all, and their behavior was the same.

After taking out the letter of introduction and the identity document issued by Saint Sunil, and verifying the witnesses, the guards in front of the institute building amicably let them go.

This surprised and surprised Philm quite a bit.

Fendil and Elaine looked at each other.

As spellcasters, they could see a completely different scene from what Philm saw.

This Magic Technology Research Institute, from the square in front of the door to the lobby of the entrance, has set up hundreds of large and small magic monitoring devices along the way, and there are also unknown magic countermeasures and magic interference traps that are hidden. Ordinary people's gate guards are actually armed to the teeth with magic equipment. Inside the building, powerful magic reaction sources are almost everywhere, which is frightening.

The magic items here...really seem like they don't need money.

The two young nobles could not help but tighten their nerves and pay more attention to their words and deeds.

They didn't show their aristocratic background, they just got access to the facility with ordinary "citizenship papers" (new stuff under Cecil's order) and Firm's guarantee, and they didn't want to mess around here. Trouble, because that would not only mean a bad start to the journey to the South, but also a disgrace to the family's reputation.

The three entered the Magic Technology Research Institute and confirmed from the guide that His Highness Rebecca was here. Then they took the lift platform connecting each floor of the main building as instructed by the guide, and soon arrived at this large facility. the third floor.

Spacious and bright corridors and neatly distributed laboratories, researchers walking quietly in the corridors, rune devices inlaid on the walls, magical creations everywhere...

Everything here is an eye-opener for the three young people.

Fendil couldn't help but sigh--

After seeing the scene here, he realized that the advanced "Highlander" was nothing more than that.

"I've never seen such a magic laboratory," Elaven muttered in a low voice, "Father's magic laboratory is more like a dungeon than this place."

"Aunt's as well... no, it could be worse," Fendil shook his head. "Aunt's ability to organize things is a disaster, but she hasn't allowed anyone to interfere in her magical experiments."

Philm listened to the two duke heirs discussing the secrets involving the top nobles. He felt complicated and inexplicable, nervous and a little strangely excited, but he did not dare to speak freely.

But fortunately, his state of tension and suffocation did not last long-they had already arrived at the door of the laboratory mentioned by the guide.

Just as a researcher wearing a short robe opened the door and walked out of the room, Fendil immediately stepped forward and explained the purpose of his group.

"Are you looking for His Highness Rebecca?" The male researcher wearing a short robe with a slightly back hairline looked at the three people in front of him curiously, then shook his head, "There is something wrong here, she Out for now."

"Something happened?" Fendil asked curiously, while out of the corner of his eye he saw the scene in the laboratory slightly through the open door.

Although it could not be seen clearly, it seemed that something had exploded inside, and the blackened debris was embedded in the wall, and there was smoke and dust floating in the air, and there was a pungent smell in the air.

"Some by-products of daily experiments," the male researcher with worrying hairline moved his body calmly, blocking the view of the visitor, and raised his finger to point to a room at the end of the corridor, "His Royal Highness Rebecca is over the lounge. , you can go and wait, but don't disturb her - she's adjusting herself."

self-adjust?

Fendil and Elaine became even more puzzled. They were curious about the imperial princess who had heard of it for a long time, about the daily operation of this facility, and about the so-called "self-adjustment". They glanced at each other and brought Philm, who was still at a loss, walked towards the lounge at the end of the corridor.

The three came to the door of the lounge, and before opening the door, they vaguely heard some voices.

It was a soft and soothing piece of music, ding ding dong dong, so touching that Fendil, who was about to push the door, couldn't help but stop.

Then he pushed open the door more carefully and slowly.

In the brightly lit lounge, a young girl wearing a simple long dress and a short white robe over the long skirt is sitting in front of a piano, immersed in the performance.

The girl had only a side face, and the light from above fell on her long light brown hair, casting a bright shimmer on the long hair, and cast a light shadow on her face, her fingertips. The tips danced on the keys, and his face was calm and indifferent, as if he had integrated with the instrument and was completely undisturbed by foreign objects.

The soft and soothing beautiful music flowed from the girl's fingertips and flowed throughout the room.

And there is not only the girl in this room, there are also several people wearing standard white robes sitting everywhere. They should also be the researchers who came to rest here. At this moment, they seem to be immersed in the girl's performance.

The three of Film, who carefully pushed the door into the room, guessed that the girl who was playing the piano should be the rumored "Princess Rebecca". Fendil felt a little surprised because he had heard something about Her Royal Highness Rebecca. The rumored princess does not seem to be a quiet person who can play the piano quietly, but Elaine vaguely heard several researchers in the room talking in a low voice

"I didn't expect Her Royal Highness Rebecca's musical talent to be so high..."

"This is your first time listening to it?"

"Yeah, it's my first time to catch up with..."

"It is said that the music teacher of His Royal Highness Rebecca was quite good at that time..."

"No wonder……"

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