At the southern tip of the Western Sahara Empire, the most prosperous city in the Duchy of Castile, Port Musay.

Another early morning.

The sun leaped above the sea level, and the sunlight passed through the dense sails of the ships on the shore of the harbor, and reflected on a middle-aged man in a gray uniform and a top hat on the pier, and the shadow dragged long.

"Good morning, Mr. Renault!" greeted the uniformed man from a bronzed fisherman on a small fishing boat on the shore.

"Good morning, Loew, how's the harvest? I don't have time to care about you today, so I'll go to the tax office and pay it as usual." There were three ships of the Duchy of Stuart to enter the port. Marlowe Renault straightened the collar of his tax officer's uniform and hurried to the depths of the trestle in the sun. Today he needs to take his revenue ship and count taxes on the three merchant ships of the Duchy of Stuart anchored offshore.

"The harvest is good, and if nothing else, the mackerel will catch three! I have left one for you, and when I come back, I will take it from my boat." Don't say no, this is my gift to little Jacques, I knew from the first time I saw little Jacques, I knew he was going to be extraordinary, I knew it! I knew it since he was a child......" Loew was still chattering with the rattan basket full of catches, and by this time Marlowe Reynaud, the tax collector, had gradually walked away.

It was still the early morning sun, which came to a row of brick and wood buildings a block away from the port, through a glass window on the second floor, and playfully slapped the boy in the face who was still asleep.

The boy lazily stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, his pale blue pupils could not adjust to the sunlight, and he squinted slightly. Brushing aside the unkempt blonde hair that was about to cover his eyes, the boy sat up from the bed, and in a daze, took off his pajamas, a father's old cotton shirt, and put on a blue uniform suit that was neatly folded in a chair.

Yesterday, after receiving this set of Eve Academy cadet uniforms, the boy wandered around several nearby blocks in it for two hours, until he was too hungry to walk, and all his acquaintances saw his blue uniform, and he was reluctant to go home. Before going to bed, he folded the suit and placed it on the chair next to the bed, the coat of arms of the Eve Academy on his chest was exposed on the top, and in the moonlight, the boy looked at the emblem and gradually fell asleep, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The boy is Jacques Renaud, the only son of Marlo Reno, a tax collector in Port Mousse, 12 years old, blonde, fair-skinned, thin, with rounded cheeks and a height close to that of an adult.

Yesterday, Jacques awakened the source energy attribute in the obelisk and became a transcendent.

Today he needs to report to Eve Academy to begin his six-year career in the Academy.

Jacques washed up neatly, and went downstairs to see a ham and egg burrito and a bottle of milk on the table.

"The seal hasn't been opened, and my dad really doesn't like milk. Jacques thought to himself.

Looking at the table clock in the living room, it was close to 7 o'clock, Jacques quickly finished the burrito, picked up the small half bottle of milk that was left to drink, stuffed the two 100 lijol bills pressed under the milk bottle into his small satchel, and quickly went out.

Standing on the doorstep, Jacques expertly pulled out a thin tin jar from behind the pot, poured the rest of the milk into the jar, hid the jar back behind the pot, and finally placed the empty bottle in a small wooden box hanging in the doorway.

Jacques had just put the glass bottle away, the door next door opened, wearing a white pleated hat, her face was flushed, and the fat aunt wearing an apron stopped him, "Oh, isn't this our awakened little Jacques, will you be able to earn a salary and earn silver coins from today? More than your old Renault, right? If you have money, do you want to move to the inner city? If your family wants to move out, you have to say in advance, I will lose a lot of money if the house is empty for 2000 liloles......"

"Good morning, Mrs. Pompadour! I'm going to go to school, I'm not a contract awakener! I don't plan to work, even if I earn money, the inner city is not something my family can afford, and besides, my dad is close to work, don't worry, we won't move." Jacques tried to answer a barrage of questions from the landlord, Mrs. Pompadour.

"I said, little Jacques, tell me honestly, is it because you drink milk every day? The thief boy of the Glither family on the 5th is much stronger than you, he can only pass the potential gate, but you can pass two gates. If it is useful to drink milk, I will also find a milkman to order milk for Tommy to my house tomorrow! Oh, it costs 600 lijoles a month, old Renault is really willing to spend his blood, and now there is a transcendent person in the family, in the future, tsk ......" The landlord, Mrs. Pompadour, turned on the small talk mode, and the absent-minded Jacques looked nervously at the corner of the street.

"Why haven't you come yet?" said the ...... at 7 o'clock," Jacques nodded at the chattering landlady as he blamed the latecomer.

Mrs. Pompadour continued: "I lost another sausage last night, I will stay in the kitchen tonight, I want to see how the thief boy of the Glitlet family stole the sausage, he deserves not to enter the academy, the army will not want thieves, in a few years he can only go to the street gang, it must be like this, as his family is poor, how can he have the money to buy him source energy skills, only gangs have source energy skills suitable for thieves......"

Hearing this, Jacques was shocked. I thought to myself, staying in the kitchen, Fat Orange will not be caught, right? Madame de Pompadour's agility will not catch Fat Orange. How do I remind Fat Orange? I've been to the academy for five days, and he hasn't had milk to drink for the past few days.

Jacques knew the real "prisoner", a fat orange tomcat, whom Jacques called Fat Orange. Over the past year, he has been active in the dock area, "robbing houses" everywhere, and the strange thing is that the fat orange who loves to ignore anyone will meow non-stop as soon as he sees Jacques. Poor Sammy Gillette, wronged by the landlord Madame de Pompadour, was a sausage thief.

Suddenly, there was a whining whistle from the corner, and with the sound of the whistle, a black-painted, three-row, six-wheeled, tall steam car dragged the faint black smoke from the rear of the car around the corner, and in a matter of seconds rushed from the corner to Jacques and Madame de Pompadour. With a sudden braking, the steam car vibrated and emitted a wisp of black smoke in protest, and the glass window of the driver's seat was pushed open from the inside, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a cigarette in his beard.

"Excuse me, is that the car you called?" asked the middle-aged man to Jacques Reynaud.

"Do you have an appointment to go to Eve Academy?"

"Yes, new students this year, get in the car, little awakened. ”

Madame de Pompadour, who watched Jacques ride away in a steam taxi with number 219 printed on it, muttered, "I don't have any money, so I'll rent a high-end car." When you go to school, pretend to be wide! Slap your swollen face and become fat! My little Tommy can't learn from him! There is one less scourge on this street. Tonight, if you catch the Gillette thief boy and send him to the city guard, this street will be quiet, don't worry about little Tommy learning badly, my Tommy will also enter the academy in the future. By the way, milk...... Milk can't be forgotten ......."

On the steam car, Jacques swayed up and down rhythmically with the vibration of the car, and said, "Mr. Driver, please stop by the door of the seafood market, I'll pick up a friend, and then we'll go to the Eve Academy." ”

"No problem, the butler of Viscount Bernande's house has already explained to me and asked me to arrange it for you on the way, and he also paid me an extra 50 liel, which is really generous.