The kingdom of Porokov, the last civilization of the punk frenzy.

In the capital, Posad, under the black, smog sky, is full of tall chimneys emitting exhaust gases.

Central Street, the wide road is lined with broken gears and chimneys.

In the pile of discarded parts, tall iron pillars support the lifeblood of the city's winter, heating pipes.

Walk a kilometer or two ahead, and you will be greeted by a huge green garden.

In the garden, under the crooked trees, there are all kinds of rusty and yellowed waste metals, giving people a maverick three-dimensional look.

"Whoa...... Whoa......

Passing through the jungle, a metal stream formed by the long-term washing of waste parts by water droplets brought the missing trace elements to the trees in the jungle.

Further down, on a tall gatehouse, a sign of the Posad Institute of Technology hangs.

The heavy and huge iron door, and the parts on the walls everywhere, all show people his former glory.

On the gatehouse, which is full of metal parts, the first thing to bear the brunt of the academy are the photos and profiles of the famous teachers in the college.

Chanlosa, a super-mechanic, is the leader of the post-punk era.

A lean young man in a tuxedo, with his hand on the photo frame, stroked back and forth, and his mood could not be calm for a long time. A great punk dynasty is completely decayed because of the disappearance of one person. Could it be that there is no second punk leader in this world?

Behind the young man, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with silver hair on his head stood on the grass not far away, looked down at the time on his watch, and respectfully urged: "Your Royal Highness, it's almost time!

The full name of the School of Magic, the Porokov Central Academy of Magic.

And His Royal Highness the Prince, who is rubbing here, is the heavyweight guest invited by the Academy of Magic to participate in the opening ceremony.

Go, definitely go.

Although it was very contrary to his will, out of the need for profit, he still turned around and left the park, and set off for the magic academy in a luxurious carriage representing the royal status.

"Your Royal Highness, I don't know if I have a sentence to say or not. In the carriage, Dorien, a middle-aged supervisor sitting in the co-pilot, asked for Cobear's opinion.

"Say it!" said Cobery, trying to hide his sadness.

"Your Royal Highness, no matter how glorious punk has been in us, it has declined. What we need now is a way to make Porokov strong quickly. Dorrion swallowed, and continued, "And magic is exactly the kind of approach we need right now, and I hope you don't show it in public, as much as you want." ”

Cobael is not a fool either, so he naturally knows that Dorion's words are reminding himself.

He can't help but show his anti-magical side, and he will actively cooperate with the promotion of the Academy of Magic in public.

Because he knows better than anyone else in his heart that the kingdom is on the cusp of stormy times, and the royal family urgently needs the magic academy to stabilize the hearts of the people, and the magic academy also needs the support of the royal family to achieve thoroughness