"This is my entry permit." Somewhat nervous, in the security lane, Magister Marvin handed the diplomatic pass that Gluck had temporarily issued to him in his hand to the security personnel who checked the documents held by each person.

The male police officer looked down at the various numbers on the pass, then checked it with the photo on the computer screen, confirmed the identity of the other party, and then handed the diplomatic document to Marvin.

Then, the mortal police officer, who didn't have the slightest amount of magical energy fluctuating on his body, opened his mouth and ordered unceremoniously, "Did you carry any luggage?" It is to be placed on an X-ray machine for examination. ”

"You are not allowed to carry any magic replenishment potions on your body, and all dangerous items you carry must be reported, and if they are detected, they will be immediately dealt with as illegal border crossing and invasion of Iran Hill." The officer didn't raise his head, and routinely opened his mouth to warn Marven, without any politeness because the other party was a magician.

Marven was a little embarrassed, nodded and took out all the messy little items on his body and put them on the tray for inspection.

Because Greken's flights allow magicians to carry magic items, and Iran Hill does not allow dangerous and unstable magic replenishions to board the plane due to safety concerns - this difference also leads to the confiscation of many magic replenishments from Greken every day in Iran Hill's security check.

"Why did you bring so much mess? These are all dangerous goods and are not allowed to enter the country. The other party raised his head and scolded with some dissatisfaction: "Didn't the magician of Grican remind you before you came?" ”

"Yes, I'm sorry." I don't know why, Marven remembered this word that he hadn't mentioned for a long time, and answered the other party's question.

It's been a long, long time since he's said he's sorry to someone, because in the puppet empire, his identity and status don't need to say sorry to others.

But today, he said it directly, and it was natural. After all, he came from afar, not to look for trouble, but to pray for forgiveness from the powerful empire in front of him.

"All of them will be withheld, and if you need to, you can fill out an application report so that we can return them when you leave the country."

Hearing that the other party would return his things, Marven felt that this provision was still very reasonable - after all, it was only temporarily detained, not taken directly, and it was somewhat acceptable.

So he happily asked, "If I fill out a request to keep these items......

"Fill out this form and put your fingerprint on it...... Then pay a pledge of 100 gold coins. When you pick up these items, you will pay a customs declaration fee of 5 gold coins per day...... If you do not leave the country for more than 5 days, we have the right to dispose of all items left behind. The policeman pushed a copy of the watch to Marven and introduced the new rules.

Marven only had 100 gold coins in his wallet, which he had kindly sponsored, as his personal expenses for this trip to Iran Hill. Therefore, this magician is not rich now.

Of course, he also has a valuable magic gold certificate that is common to the puppet empire. However, he didn't know if the currency of such a hostile force could be used here.

So, he decisively relinquished ownership of these things, and did the same as the other magicians who came to Ellan Hill: "I'm sorry! I can't afford to pay the pledge, so ...... I give up ownership of these things. ”

With a look on his face that was indeed the case, the officer took the form back and swept the valuable magical items into the safe box beside him.

Then he stamped the diplomatic certificate from Grecken, a huge word of permission to enter the country, diagonally on the certificate.

The officer casually threw the certificate back to Marven and shouted loudly to the other magician behind him, "Next! Get in line! Don't mess around! ”

Marven carried his messy clothes box, stuffed the magic robe and other clothes inside into the box haphazardly, and then buckled it tightly in his hand, crossed the security gate, and walked into Iran Hill.

This is the Iran Hill he must come to, the land, the sky, and even the air are all Iran Hill's!

He looked at the bustling crowd around him, and looked at the busy, crowded in the ordinary security lanes, waiting for businessmen and students, even the elderly and children, and he felt that this place was much happier than the puppet empire where he had lived for most of his life.

Everyone here is dressed in a decent and well-looking outfit. Everyone here is holding a communication device, and they don't know what they're doing with their heads down.

Marvin rubbed shoulders with a beautiful girl, and he saw that the other party was using his phone to browse some texts, the content of which seemed to be related to a music festival in Iran Hill.

Yes, Seris is hosting a music festival led by Princess Jessica with the intention of eliminating the problems that the war has caused in the country.

The festival invites some of the world's most famous musicians, many of whom are not from Irlanhill, but most of them now live in Irlanhill because they are fleeing the war.

What's even more interesting is that these artists, celebrities, and aristocrats who came to Irlanhill for refuge found that their country had become a region of Irranhill, and they no longer had to worry about the difficulties of returning home.

A few minutes later, Marvin finally made his way through the crowd and walked out of the newly-built, grandiose airport. He turned his head and looked at the huge name plate on the airport and the eye-catching advertisements on either side - he really felt a sense of dizziness.

The rectangular buildings here weren't shorter than the magic towers he didn't look at, but the streets were wider than all the streets he could see in the puppet empire.

Before he could come back to his senses, taxi drivers surrounded him, shouting at Marven one by one noisily and shouting out a paragraph of professional words that made Marven overwhelmed: "Old East Gate? To go or not to go? To go or not to go? Old East Gate! Taxicab! 20 gold and go! "Be my taxi! Where are you going, old man? The Old Palace? 15 gold in the Old Palace! Castle Road 19 Gold! It's cheap! It's cheap! ”

Marven was just dizzy from the bustle of Ellan Hill and the dense crowd here...... But he wasn't stupid, he remembered that the old professor wouldn't let him get a taxi, so he waved his palm at the big men soliciting customers, indicating that he wasn't interested.

In fact, he had long felt that these people were all mortals without threat, even if they looked fat and strong, their actual combat effectiveness was pitifully low.

So he was not intimidated by the other party's so-called momentum, and the other party also realized that this might be an old fritter who had come to Iran Hill, so he no longer embarrassed him and let him go.

"Phew! Another poor ghost! Taxis can't afford to sit! A middle-aged driver spat at Marven's distant back, and gave his pertinent evaluation with a disdainful face.

Behind him, several patrol officers came over, holding their hands behind their backs and opening their official voices: "Take out your driver's license, driving license and ID card!" Routine checks! ”

"Yo! Officer Mark, Officer Donaldson...... "A few taxi drivers who had a fierce look just now immediately turned around and nodded, humble as insects on the ground.

"Why are you cheating outsiders out of town here?" After taking the good cigarettes handed over by the other party, standing under the sign prohibiting smoking, the two policemen swallowed the clouds, lowered their eyes and looked at the bribes in the cigarette box, and let go of these old fritters who slaughtered customers.

The taxis that solicit customers here are, of course, more expensive than the normal ones outside - to go to the Old Palace normally, the cost of using the meter is at most two gold coins, and when there is no traffic jam along the way, one gold and forty silver is almost less.

But a mouth here costs more than a dozen gold, which is nothing more than bullying outsiders who don't know how to do it and making a lot of black money.

Naturally, they also have their own protective umbrella, and the patrol police in the city where the airport is located, as well as the sheriff in the airport, are the backers who provide them with protection. And most of the black money they earn also goes into the pockets of these "moths".

Before Marven could get out of the airport, he was stopped by two men in magic robes. The Magister from the Puppet Empire could tell at a glance that these two people were different from the other security guards.

They were both high-level magicians, and although they were not as strong as Marven, these two high-level magicians were obviously well-trained.

The two of them didn't talk nonsense, and after blocking Marven's way, they handed out their documents and said, "We are here to pick you up on the orders of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Mr. Marven, come with us! ”

Marven naturally didn't know whether the other party's documents were real or fake, but this style of showing his identity first made the puppet empire's magister appreciate it.

He nodded, followed the two men to the underground parking lot, and watched them open the door of a black SUV.

In fact, Marven himself has never been to Iran Hill, if he is familiar with this place, he knows that this kind of special car for the imperial government is something that no one dares to drive casually or disguise and imitate.

And the license plate on this car is not something that any guy dares to use. Once it is found that such license plates are forged, the lightest sentence is 99 years in prison - maybe the magician can come out alive, but the sentencing of the magician is heavier, and the general judge will sentence an additional 100 years to 200 years, and if the circumstances are serious, he may directly sentence him to life imprisonment......