The afternoon sun shone brightly on the square, and the metal emblem on the top of the main teaching building was shining brightly in the sun. Fendir walked among the students who were rushing to class and walked with everyone through the long and gentle ramp leading to the main teaching building. He was wearing a brand new uniform of the Imperial Academy non-commissioned officer, the decorative thin chains near the collar of the uniform and the copper buttons on the clothes were shining in the sun.

Among the students coming and going on the ramp, some were wearing "non-commissioned uniforms" similar to him, imitating regular military uniforms, and some were wearing uniforms of other colleges. Scholars were walking proudly in the highest institution of the empire, including young people like Fendir, middle-aged people with gray hair, and even old people whose wrinkles had climbed up their faces.

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

Fendir turned his head and looked at the son of the Grand Duke of the West, wearing a magical uniform. The blue new uniform with mechanical and magic symbols made this long-time friend who was already a little bookish and angry, look a little more gentle.

"Your new uniform is good," Fendil said with a smile, then shook his head with some self-deprecating self-deprecating, "I'd better forget it... I know where I know and what I can't help. If you let me fight with people with magic, it's okay, or not so profound mathematical knowledge is OK, but you let me deal with machines... I would rather go to the ice field to hunt bears. I must have known this when my aunt sent me here, and she didn't ask me to make up for mechanical courses..."

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

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

Elivan obviously didn't bother to pay attention to the not-so-wise sense of humor of the Northern Heir. He just thought about it very seriously and sighed: "Now, we have fewer opportunities to meet with Philm - he is almost the only one who is busy with the film company."

"...We have our own things to do after all," Fendir said, shaking his head, "but it's still too early to say this - we just have more studies than before, and we have to take on responsibilities in the military or government affairs department, and at least two years of a wonderful college life waiting for us - we can still show up at the film company as much as possible before that."

"Yes," Elivan nodded, and looked at the scholars who were coming and going on the ramp not far away - whether they were formal students who had already put on separate uniforms or freshmen in basic uniforms, every face he saw was confident and proud, which made him think not only, "Felm told me before that he had a wish that he hoped that after the magic drama gradually developed and matured, and when more and more people accepted and recognized this new thing, he would create a special discipline, and just like scholars taught in Imperial College, to teach others how to make magic dramas, how to perform, and how to create..."

"He has a really ingenious idea," Fendil immediately showed a hint of surprise, "I haven't even thought about this!"

"Yeah, no one has ever done anything like that... a lot of knowledge is passed down from family or by master-apprenticeship, but Philm seems to think they should be systematically sorted out like the knowledge in the academy..." Elivan said, shrugging, "Maybe he can succeed?"

"...If there was a day when he might become a person who was more famous than you and me, his portrait might even be hung on the walls of some teaching buildings in a few years - just like the Father of the Magic Net or Raven Keith."

When Elivan thought of such a scene, he 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.

Fendir soon saw those figures - they were both men and women, and they looked comparable in age. The good image and the words and deeds that were inadvertently revealed showed their extraordinary origins. These freshmen walked together, except for their temperament, and looked not much different from other students in the academy. However, a person who is good at observing will easily see that they cannot fit in well in the atmosphere around them: they talked to each other, and the students passing by them occasionally showed a sense of distant distance.

This is not obvious, but it is enough to attract Fendir's attention.

"Ah, it's those international students from Tifeng..." The heir from the north whispered, "I have some impression of the girl named Dana..."

"Hey- you don't feel like a qualified noble spoke."

"Where are you thinking about? I'm just pointing the other person over," Fendir immediately distinguished his innocence. "You know, these international students from Tifeng are our Majesty's 'focus on taking care of'."

"These Tifeng people always seem too tight--no one here rejects them," Elivan shook his head. "It's not that easy for them to complete their next studies."

"So at this time we, the 'hosts', need to express kindness to these foreign visitors," Fendir laughed, patted Elivan on the shoulder, and then walked towards the direction of the Tifung international students. "Come on, we should say hello to these freshmen - let them know that the Cecils are also well-polite."

"Say hello?" Elivan had just muttered, and saw his friend walking straight over. He stayed behind and watched the scene helplessly. After a few seconds, he sighed and followed.

It should say hello.

After all... it was also his and Fendil's mission to establish good relations with these noble children from Tifeng and bringing them into contact with Cecil's prosperous world.

...

A pair of light gray eyes were hidden among the shadows of the corridor columns, watching cautiously at what happened on the courtyard ramp. After observing for a long time, the owner of these eyes retracted his gaze.

A small, gray-haired and gray-eyed figure hid behind the shadows of the pillars. She sat down on a circle of the pillars, placed her textbook on her knees, spread out a half-written letter paper, and wrote on it bit by bit, saying words to be sent to the distance: "...This is indeed an incredible city, it is bigger than the royal city of the Gray Elves, all buildings are tall, and almost all buildings are very new...

“It is not as lacking as I thought at first—although humans often expand their city by cutting down plants, the city is still full of shade. Most of them are planted by druids living in this city, and the druid apprentices in the academy have an important internship course to maintain plants in the city…

"The druids here are different from other places. There are many druids here, but only a small number of them are the 'standard druids' who truly master magic. Most of the remaining are alchemists who "cast spells" through alchemy potions and magic terminals. They are also respected, especially in the alchemy factory...

"There are people everywhere, including Cecils, people from the north or from their hometown, and Tifeng's people...Tifeng's international students are very prominent in this "Imperial Academy". They always wear the emblem of Tifeng in the most obvious place. Although this will keep some Cecils away from them or attract unnecessary sight, they still do this.

"... Everyone here is immersed in knowledge. Learning is the most important thing - prioritizing all identities, status, race and concepts of wealth and poverty, because no one has the energy to pay attention to anything else. Countless new things here can firmly grasp the hearts of every scholar. Of course, there is another important reason because the learning order and assessment here are really strict. The scholars who teach knowledge are directly responsible to a certain department in the Government Affairs Department. They do not show mercy to any students, even the Duke's descendants...

"...Ah, mother, the people of Tifeng I mentioned just now are also very hard-working. Apart from the dormitory canteen and classroom, they have almost no social interaction and do not go out. This is one of the reasons why they are too conspicuous here - although everyone is very hard-working, they are too hard-working. However, today I saw the heirs of the Duke of North and Duke of West to greet the students of Tifeng, and the people of Tifeng seemed to be easy to talk to...

"Of course I'm trying to make friends, although... there's only one friend. Her name is Pea. Although her name is a bit strange, she is a big shot-her father is the Marshal of the Cecil Empire! And Pea also has a magical magic device that can speak and perceive her surroundings instead...

“…By the way, I also met an incredible teacher, who is a pure energy creature, and people respectfully called him ‘Master Carmier’, but when I first saw him, I was shocked… But please rest assured, mother, I did not do anything rude…

"I live a good life here, you don't have to worry about it, and..."

A shadow suddenly enveloped the next to him. The gray elf girl who was writing with her head down was shocked in an instant and immediately blocked her hand on the letter paper. She shivered with her naked eyes, and her long smooth gray hair looked a little fluffy.

And a crisp female voice that was slightly lacking in emotion, as if it was synthesized by a machine, also rang almost at the same time: "Ah, Meli! You are hiding behind the pillar again!"

The gray elf girl called Meili raised her head and saw that pea was standing next to her. She was obviously relieved, but her hands still blocked the letter paper on her knees, and at the same time, she replied in a slim voice: "I'm writing a letter..."

The next second she heard her new friend who had known each other for a while, saying, "Write a letter? To whom? Family? Where is the Agule Tribe? Oh, by the way, I shouldn't ask about this, 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 to my father was during the Resurrection Festival... But with the Magic Net communication, who still wrote a letter? The North Coast has established a connection... When will the Agule Tribe be able to communicate directly with Cecil? I heard that your Magic Net has started to build it?"

The sound of peas was crackling like beans. Meili Baizhi was instantly shocked by the momentum of the language and could not speak from beginning to end. It was not until the other party finally came to an end that the gray elf girl finally had the chance to speak, her voice was lower than before: "I am writing a letter to my mother..."

Then she waited for another two seconds before she continued, "The Ogure Tribe is also building a magic net... It is my mother who is responsible."

"Is that?" Pea suddenly looked surprised, and then she admired her very much, "Ah... Yes, your mother is the leader of the gray elf, and she was the first to expand trade and introduce technology with the Western Region. Even my father said that he admired your mother very much. He said that there were stubborn stones everywhere in the north. If those stones could have half the knowledge and intelligence of your mother, his affairs would be at least a hundred times easier..."

"The 'stone' that Lord Byron said is probably not just a stone..." The gray elf, Meli Baizhi, reminded in a low voice, but her weak voice was soon covered by the crackling words behind the pea.

But she was not depressed or annoyed—a situation she had become used to.

Perhaps, this is exactly why they can become friends.

...

"The college life...it looks a little envious."

Amber sat on the high wall, looking at the courtyard in front of the castle-shaped main building of the Imperial College, and looking at the students who were immersed in the most beautiful years in the world, and couldn't help but mutter with emotion.

Her legs reached outside the edge of the wall and swayed in the 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 school? I'm also giving lectures when I go in!" Amber immediately glared at his deputy, "Don't talk nonsense, talk about serious matters."

"It has been investigated. One of the international students in this group is certainly a spy. There are two other suspected. No one else has any problems," Scarface Anton was scolded, and immediately looked serious and began to report seriously. "We have focused on the communication channels of the three people. The special team of the 'Magician' is trying to make some trouble without disturbing them. There is no problem with other batches of international students, including the Danna who focuses on the focus. She is indeed the daughter of a count of Tifeng, and she has no problem with her innocence. She has no problem with her before and has not made any plans to contact Fendir Wilder. She should have been a simple bad brain."

"It's not bad... The people of Tifeng are indeed coming for knowledge. They are not stupid enough to waste all their precious academic opportunities on espionage activities that are not very useful. You should keep a close eye on those people, whether they are spies or suspected spies. If you have the chance to instigate them, you should instigate them if you don't have the chance. Just keep the surveillance. Those are all treasures in the future. When the Eternal Sleeper was evacuated, we lost some of the people we placed in Tifeng. We have to find ways to make up for these losses..."

Scarface Anton nodded: "I understand, boss."

Amber waved her hand, and Anton disappeared silently on the wall. Then she turned her eyes to the courtyard again and sighed softly:
Chapter completed!