Chapter 896

The sun shone brightly on the square in the afternoon, and the metal emblem on the top of the main teaching building shone brightly in the sun. Fendil walked among the students who were rushing to class, and walked through the road leading to the main teaching building with everyone. A long, gentle ramp, and he was wearing his new Imperial College sergeant uniform, the thin decorative chains around the collar of the uniform and the copper buttons on his clothes gleaming in the sun.

Among the students who came and went on the ramp, some wore the "commissioned officer uniform" similar to him, imitating the regular uniform of the regular army, and some wore the uniforms of other colleges-the scholars held their heads high and walked proudly in this empire. In the highest academy, there are young people like Fendil, middle-aged people with gray hair, and even old people with wrinkles on their faces.

"You finally chose the non-commissioned officer department," Elaine's voice came from the side, "I thought you would at least try the magic department before this winter..."

Fendil turned his head and glanced, and saw the son of the Grand Duke of the West in the uniform of the magic department. The new blue uniform with mechanical and magical symbols made this old friend who was a little bookish for many years even more. Sven got a little bit.

"Your new uniforms aren't bad either," Fendil said with a smile, then shook his head somewhat self-deprecatingly. Let me use magic to fight people, that's fine, or less advanced math knowledge is fine, but you let me deal with machines... I'd rather hunt bears on the ice. My aunt must have known this when she brought me here. A little bit, she didn't ask me to make up for the mechanical courses..."

Elaine looked at him for a long time, and finally could only shake his head helplessly: "...I always admire your optimistic spirit."

"Haha...don't be so serious, I don't want to see you turned into a nerd when I graduate as an alternate officer," Fendil laughed, "You've already begun to have this tendency!"

Elaine obviously didn't bother to pay attention to the not-so-smart sense of humor of the heir of the North, he just thought about it very seriously, and sighed: "Now, we have fewer chances to meet Philm - shadow In the industry company, he is almost always busy alone."

"...We have our own things to do after all," Fendil said, shaking his head, "but it's too early to say these things - we just have more heavy studies than before, and we haven't had to go to the army yet. Or at least two years of good academy life awaits us when the council takes on its responsibilities - until then, we can make as many appearances at the studios as we can."

"Yes," Elaine nodded, and glanced at the students coming and going on the ramp not far away - whether it was a regular student who had already put on the branch uniform or a freshman wearing the basic uniform, what he saw Every face is confident and proud, which makes him not only think about it, "Film told me before that he has a wish, he hopes to wait until the ghost drama gradually develops and matures,

After more and more people accept and recognize this new thing, we will create a special discipline, just like scholars teach in Imperial College, to teach others how to make ghost plays, how to perform, how to create..."

"He really has some ingenious ideas," Fendil said with a hint of surprise, "I didn't even think about it!"

"Yeah, no one has ever done anything like that... A lot of knowledge is passed down from home or through mentors, but Philm seems to think that it should be systematically organized like knowledge in academies..." Yi Levine said, shrugging, "Maybe he can make it?"

"...If there is such a day, maybe he will become a person who is more famous than you and me, and his portrait may even be hung on the wall of some teaching buildings in a few years - like the father of the magic net or the Ravencase."

Thinking of such a scene, Elaven couldn't help laughing. At this moment, several figures in freshman uniforms appeared at the end of the ramp, attracting the attention of him and some nearby students.

Fendil also quickly saw those figures - they were male and female, and they looked about the same age, and their better image and inadvertently revealed words and deeds showed their extraordinary origins, and these freshmen walked together. Together, they don't look much different from the rest of the academy except for their temperament, yet an observant would easily see that they don't fit in well: they talk to each other , seemed a little nervous about the surroundings, and the students passing by them occasionally showed a vague sense of distance.

It wasn't obvious, but it was enough to get Fendil's attention.

"Ah, those international students from Typhon..." the northern heir whispered, "I have some impressions of that girl named Dana..."

"Hey—you don't speak like a qualified noble."

"Where are you thinking? I'm just pointing the way for the other party," Fendil immediately discerned his innocence. "You know, these international students from Typhon are the 'key care objects' of His Majesty."

"These Typhons always seem too tight--no one rejects them here," Elaven shook his head. "Keeping this state, it's not so easy for them to finish the rest of their studies."

"So it's time for us 'hosts' to show kindness to these foreign visitors," Fendil laughed, patted Elaven on the shoulder, and walked in the direction of those Typhon students." Come on, we should say hello to these freshmen—let them know that Cecils are polite, too."

"Say hello?" Elaine had just had time to mutter a word when he saw his friend walking straight past. He stayed behind and watched the scene helplessly. After a few seconds, he sighed and followed.

Yes should say hi.

After all... it is also his and Fendil's mission in this academy to have a good relationship with these noble children from Typhon and bring them into contact with Cecil's prosperous world.

...

A pair of pale gray eyes were hidden in the shadow of the colonnade, carefully watching what happened on the courtyard ramp. After observing for a long time, the owner of these eyes retracted his gaze.

A small child-like figure with gray hair and gray eyes hid behind the shadow of the pillar. She sat down on the pedestal of the pillar, put the textbook on her lap, and spread out a half-written letter. The words that are ready to be sent to the distant place are written on it: "...this is indeed a very incredible city, it is bigger than the king city of the gray elves, all the buildings are very high, and almost all the buildings are very new. ...

"It's also not as lacking in trees as I thought at first - although humans often expand their cities by cutting down plants, there are still trees everywhere in the city, and they are mostly druids who live in the city. It was planted by the Yi, and the Druid apprentices in the academy have a very important practice course to maintain the plants in the city...

"The druids here are different from other places. There are many druids here, but only a few are the 'standard druids' who really master magic, and most of the rest are actually through alchemy potions and magic terminals. Alchemists who come to 'spell', they are equally respected, especially in alchemy factories...

"There are people everywhere, there are Cecilians, there are people from the north or the homeland, and there are people from Typhon... Typhon's international students are very prominent in this 'Imperial Academy', they always Will wear Typhon's emblem in the most visible place on their body, which they do, though it keeps some Cecils at arm's length or draws unwanted attention.

“…Everyone here is immersed in knowledge, and learning is the most important thing – taking precedence over all notions of identity, status, race, wealth and poverty, because no one has the energy to pay attention to anything else, there are countless new things here It can firmly grasp the heart of every student. Of course, another important reason is that the study order and assessment here are really strict. The scholars who teach knowledge are directly responsible to a certain department in the Government Affairs Office, and they are not responsible for any Students are merciful, even including the Duke's heirs...

"...Ah yes, mother, those Typhon people I mentioned just now study very hard. Except for the dormitory canteen and classrooms, they hardly socialize or go out, which is why they are so conspicuous here. One——Although everyone is working hard, they are working too hard. But today I saw the heirs of the Duke of the North and the Duke of the West go to greet those Typhon students, and those Typhons seem to be very talkative...

"Of course I'm also trying to make friends, though...only one friend. Her name is Pea, and although the name is a bit odd, she's a big deal—her father is the Admiral of the Cecil Empire! And Pea has a magical The magic device that can speak and perceive the surrounding environment instead of her...

"...By the way, I also met an incredible teacher, he was a pure energy creature, and people respectfully called him 'Master Carmel', but I was shocked when I first met him Jump...but don't worry, mother, I'm not making any faux pas...

"I live very well here, you don't have to worry about it, and..."

A shadow suddenly shrouded from the side, and the gray elf girl who was writing with her head down was instantly startled, and immediately put her hand on the letter paper—she shivered visibly, and her long soft gray hair seemed a little fluffy.

And a slightly lacking emotion, a crisp female voice that seemed to be synthesized by a machine also sounded almost at the same time: "Ah, Mei Li! You are hiding behind the pillars again!"

The gray elf girl called Mei Li raised her head and saw Pea standing beside her, and she was obviously relieved, but she still covered the letter on her knees with her hand, and at the same time replied in a slightly slender voice: " I am writing……"

In the next second, she heard her new friend who had not known for a long time crackling: "Write a letter? Who is it written to? Family? Ogure Tribal Nation? Ah yes, I shouldn't have asked. These, this is privacy--sorry, just pretend I didn't say it. Speaking of which, I haven't written a letter for a long time. The last time I wrote a letter to Dad was on Easter... But there are magic net communication, who still writes As for the letter, the connection has been established on the north coast... When will the Ogure Tribal Nation communicate directly with Cecil, I heard that the construction of the magic net has already started on your side?"

Pea's voice crackled like a bean, and Mei Li Baizhi was instantly stunned by the momentum of the language. When I had a chance to speak, my voice was lower than before: "I'm writing a letter to my mother..."

Then after waiting for another two seconds, she continued: "The Ogre Tribal State is also building the magic net... My mother is responsible for it."

"Really?" Peadou suddenly looked surprised, and then he was very admirable, "Ah... Also, your mother is the leader of the gray elves, and she was the first to expand trade and introduce technology with the Western Region, even me Dad said he admired your mother. He said the North is full of stubborn stones, and if those stones had half the knowledge and intelligence of your mother, things would be at least a hundred times easier for him there..."

"I'm afraid the 'stone' mentioned by Lord Byron is not just a stone..." The gray elf Mei Li Baizhi reminded in a low voice, but her weak voice was quickly silenced by the crackling words behind Pea.

But she wasn't in any way frustrated or annoyed - she was used to it.

Probably, that's why they can be friends.

...

"Academy life...it looks a little envious."

Amber was sitting on the high wall, looking at the courtyard in front of the castle-like main building of Imperial College, and at the students who were immersed in the best years in this world, and couldn't help but muttered with emotion.

Her legs reached out to the edge of the wall, dangling in mid-air, looking quite comfortable.

A figure appeared beside her like a ghost, turning into a bald man with a scar on his face: "Boss, do you want to go to school?"

"What school do I go to, do I seem to be able to enter? I also go in to teach!" Amber immediately glared at his deputy, "Don't talk nonsense, just get down to business."

"It's been investigated. One of the foreign students in this group is definitely a spy, and the other two are suspected. The others are fine," Scarface Anton was reprimanded, and immediately his expression became serious and began to report seriously. " We have tracked the communication channels of those three people, and the 'Magician' special team is trying to figure out a way to do something without disturbing them. The other batches of international students are fine, including that Dana who is mainly stalking— She is indeed the daughter of an earl of Typhon, and there is no problem with her innocence. The previous contact with Fendil Wilder was not deliberate, it should be simply because of her bad mind."

"Not bad... The Typhons are indeed here for knowledge, not stupid enough to waste precious academic opportunities on useless espionage activities. You keep an eye on those people, whether they are spies or espionage. Suspected spy, if you have a chance to rebel, you will rebel. If you don't have a chance, don't alert the target. Just keep monitoring. It will be a treasure in the future. When the Eternal Sleeper was evacuated before, we lost some people in Typhon. These losses I have to find a way to get it back..."

Scarface Anton nodded: "I understand, boss."

Amber waved her hand, and Anton silently disappeared from the wall. Then she cast her gaze to the courtyard again, and sighed softly:

"College life..."

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