Cecil border.

A huge magic net relay tower stands on the edge of a snowy field. The tower shines with metal and crystal brilliance in the bright sunshine. The huge antenna device and crystal array on the top of the tower rotate quietly under the control of a series of mechanical structures, providing the city and the vast areas around the city with magic net signal broadcast services.

On the spire of the tower, on the base of the quietly rotating antenna device, a long snake tail was climbing on the cold steel surface.

The snake's tail contracted and swung, Tyr poked his head out from under the antenna. She raised her head and faced the cold wind. Her long hair danced in the wind. The "singing" that only the siren could hear and understand was lingering in her ears, riding on the ripples of magic.

"Naga..." The Siren lady frowned and murmured to herself with doubts, "Is such a strange thing happening if I haven't returned for so long?"

As she said that, she shook her head gently, leaned down, let go of her tail, and prepared to follow the tower to return to the ground.

"It doesn't matter. There are always some strange things happening in the deep sea, but I don't know if Gao Wen is not interested in this... Hum?"

Tyre blinked in confusion and arched forward, but the back half of his tail did not move at all.

She looked back and saw that her tail was still tightly wrapped around the antenna base, the surface of the scales was covered with a layer of crystal clear ice crystals, and the inside was also translucent.

"Oh..." Miss Siren finally became a little panicked and moved her tail harder, "Oh... it's frozen... Why is it so cold here... who will help..."

A light click sound came into his ears, and Tyr's struggle suddenly stopped. She looked in the direction where the sound came with a little dull, and saw the back half of her tail cracking crisply, and cracks were spreading out along the transparent ice crystals.

Tyre turned his head and looked at the direction he came, and saw the smooth and frozen inclined surface of the tower top and the distant ground below.

The tail snapped and broke.

"...The gentle deep sea... It's really a failure today..."

...

In Cecil, three young people from all over the world who gathered together by chance were walking on the streets of winter.

The neat streets are spotless, tall and beautiful houses are arranged on both sides of the road, shops, houses, cafes and various public facilities are intertwined in this incredible city, and citizens wearing warm winter clothes can be seen everywhere. In this cold winter, no one seems to be worried about hunger and cold.

At the intersection of the streets, in the square, in places where various crowds gather, the holographic projections projected by the Magic Network terminal can be seen everywhere. The projection may present the latest radio programs, or the announcement videos of the Government Affairs Department, or the advertising of certain chambers of commerce and companies.

Film was like a magic net terminal operating at full power. He opened his eyes wide and looked at everything in the city, observing all the details he could observe. In the eyes of this young man from Barron, the entire city of Cecil was like a stage full of fantasy, wonders and incredible people and things. Everything on this stage was like a drama to him, and every detail was so wonderful and incredible, but these incredible things really exist here.

Fendir was also observing the city, but in the eyes of this young nobleman from the mountains in the north, what he felt was a completely different level from Felm.

This is a city without aristocratic and civilian districts. All urban facilities here are open to all legal citizens, and survival and comfort are preferred.

In the eyes of the old nobles, it can probably be described here as a rebellious one.

But the era of classical aristocrats has ended, and the order in this city has become a new "state". Sooner or later, everything here will be extended to the mountains in the northern border.

The aunt seemed to have prepared for this, and the northern nobles who still occupied the castles and manors must also be prepared, and Fendir himself... finally understood why the aunt had to send him here and let him be influenced by the Cecil order here.

There are some things that cannot be experienced clearly from books and other people's descriptions.

"I thought we would start making your 'magic drama' immediately," Elivan looked at Firm beside him. "We have prepared the venue and recruited some people, but it seems you still need to prepare?"

"Yes..." Film said hesitantly, but his tone soon became natural. "Your Majesty reminds me to pay attention to the reality of the script, let me pay attention to what the real Southland looks like - I only then did I truly appreciate Your Majesty's good intentions when I came out for a walk today. There were too many things that were taken for granted in my previous scripts. The real appearance of the Southland is actually beyond my imagination. If I had not carefully observed this, the plays I made would probably make the locals laugh at."

"Although I don't think the situation is as exaggerated as you said, there is something wrong with it," Fendir shrugged, "After all, we have seen with our own eyes that the residents in the city do not use sufficient charcoal to keep warm - here is a magic heat exchanger."

Philm smiled awkwardly.

"I'll visit some people starting tomorrow," he said. "I heard that there are many immigrant families in the West Side who have experienced the first expansion of the city and are very familiar with those days, and then I want to visit a few gentlemen who live in the Artisans who arrived here two months ago from the Old King Capital. From them, I should be able to hear how real immigrants started their new life here."

"Down to earth, a good start," Fendir nodded with a smile. "Felm and I will go to the college to report in two days. You are welcome to come to the college at that time. You can see how those who come to the South for study live and learn."

Elivan, who was on the other side, also took over: "Don't worry, we will continue to help you create magic dramas - I think the school's lessons shouldn't have enough time to help friends. Even if we are busy, we can at least give you advice."

"Thank you very much--if you didn't know how to start some things without your help, I really didn't know how to start. After all, I'm far less mature than my father," Fendir showed a grateful expression, then showed a little hesitant look. He paused before continuing, "To be honest, I... didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to do things with someone like you."

Fendir looked at Film: "Still mind who we are?"

Film looked at the tall northern nobleman, and after a brief thought, he nodded: "I can't go against my heart - I was still a little restrained when talking to you, but I feel like I am gradually adapting. The feeling you bring me is different from the nobles I have contacted before. You have some special...the atmosphere is very wonderful, and I don't know how to describe it."

Fendir looked at Film for two seconds quietly, and suddenly chuckled and shook his head: "In fact, if you see us before the signing ceremony of the Silver Fort, your feelings for us will be no different from the other nobles you have ever contacted before."

Philm was stunned.

"We will all have those elegances you have seen, but we know better than the old people how to control our habits," Fendir said calmly, "the rules of the nobles... Oh, that thing is like a room full of fish and shrimps. Those who stay in it will be deeply immersed in its smell. No one in our circle can escape, or no one is allowed to escape.

"My friend, Elivin and I also came out of that room - but as His Majesty the Emperor said, a new era has come, and anyone who is familiar with history will understand one thing. Only those who embrace the new era in time can be qualified to survive.

"Of course, my words do not mean that my friendship with you are fake. On the contrary, I am very satisfied with our current situation, because just like a bottle of wine will always be broken by mistake, and a strange guy will always appear among the thousand nobles."

On the other hand, Elivin also interjected: "Thanks to the signing ceremony of Silver Castle - at least now some nobles who are unwilling to stay in the room full of fish and shrimps can have the opportunity to come out legally. I can already foresee that the signing ceremony will definitely be recorded in history books and become a lesson that future scholars must study."

Philm looked thoughtful when he listened to the words of these two partners, but shook his head a little embarrassedly: "Although I understand, I am not very familiar with history... My understanding of history comes from those exaggerated old scripts. You should know that in the past, civilians were not allowed to contact real history books."

"…There are history classes in the Imperial Academy," Fendir was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "I think this is perhaps the greatest thing about His Majesty the Emperor."

Film showed a little confused for a moment.

Fendir noticed the confusion in his eyes, so he stretched out his hand to pat his shoulder: "If you have the chance, buy more books to read. Now there are more books that are allowed to read than before."

"I want to go to a place," Elivan said suddenly, and looked at Fendir, "you probably want to go and see it, too?"

Fendir understood the other party's meaning almost instantly and nodded slightly: "Okay, he's here after all..."

Film looked at the two of them in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

"We are going to meet someone, our common friends," Fendir said softly, "you come together, go and meet him."

Firm's eyes swept through Fendir and Eliven respectively. He found that the expressions of the two friends seemed to have changed, but he didn't know why the change came, but he nodded: "Of course... can it be... far away?"

"Not far," Elivan looked up and looked to the end of the street, "I heard... he was placed there."

Philm noticed a weird word in the other person's words: "Setting?"

But Elivan did not answer, but just followed Fendir's footsteps and walked towards the end of the street.

Film could only follow with a little confusion.

...

At the end of the block, a solemn building stands on a small square.

The building looked particularly new and seemed to have just been built.

"Ansu Civil War Memorial..." Film raised his head and looked curiously at the sign at the entrance of the building, "Your friends are here?"

"That's right." Fendir nodded and took the lead in walking towards the ten steps of the memorial hall.

There were guards guards at the entrance of the memorial hall. They told the three that it was closed today and that the memorial hall was not open to ordinary citizens. However, when Firm saw Elivin and Fendir approached and said something to the guards, they showed their respective identification certificates. After some negotiations, the two soldiers nodded and turned to open the door to the memorial hall.

"Please leave within an hour and do not enter the side hall and the rear corridor." The guard reminded after opening the door.

"This is a little 'privileges'." Fendir said with a slight joking look at Film who was walking up the steps.

The three of them walked into the building that looked a bit special. Shortly after entering the gate, Philm saw a hall appearing in front of him.

Because it was closed day, it seemed very quiet, and the lights in the hall were only lit up less than half. Among the slightly dim lights, Philm noticed the "silhouette" standing in the center of the hall at first sight.

After following Fendir and the other two, he realized that the figure turned out to be a lifelike sculpture.

A young man holding a long sword and wearing armor stood there, bathing in the light of a separate magic crystal stone lamp, quietly staring at the direction of the entrance of the hall.

At this point, Philm already understood.

This is probably the "common friend" mentioned by Fendir and Elivan.

"He is Belk, Belk Loren," Fendir said indeed, staring at the lifelike sculpture, his eyes unfavorably unfavorable, "He is the oldest of the three of us."

"He walked a path we never dared to think about, and ushered in an ending that we had never thought about," Elivan sighed softly. "He had told us a lot about the times and changes, but when he was willing to tell us that, I never understood it, and when I could understand it, he was already here."

Fendir stood opposite to Belk's "statue", and he stared at the eyes that had turned into cold rocks for a long time, and suddenly broke the silence:

"Belke, as you wish, this great era has finally arrived."

A heavy and solemn atmosphere lingers here. Feilm doesn't know what to say. He was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Can you tell me about him?"

"Of course, but we only know a part," Fendir said slowly, "the rest of the soldiers who had participated in that war may know some, the former lords of Pompeii may know some, and the commanders of the Rock Fortress may know some... I'm not sure if these scattered fragments can piece together a complete story, but if possible, if there is a chance in the future, I hope you can write this story down and write it into your magic drama.
Chapter completed!