"Is this the Royal Academy?" Luciana jumped out of the carriage and surveyed the snow-covered buildings around her. Although it is an academy, it is more like a school city without walls. Anyone can come and go freely. There is also a stele on the side of the road, which is engraved with an overlook view of the college, and also intimately marks the location of this stele on the map. "It's so lonely." She let out a wistful sigh of white mist, clasped her arms, and wrapped herself tighter in her coat. She turned her head to look at Estheau. The latter was unloading her luggage from the carriage and carrying it on her shoulders. Ever since his departure from Silverlake, Esher had been deliberately keeping her distance from Luciana. Luciana wasn't surprised by Estheu's coldness, after all, she had been trying to spy on Estheu's secrets.

"According to the content of the contract, after you enroll in the Royal Academy, we will not owe each other." Eshyu picked up his luggage and walked over to Luciana, "Hurry up and go through the formalities." ”

"Don't you owe each other?" The corners of Luciana's mouth lifted slightly, "Maybe you'll need my help in the future, Mr. Baranduke." What should I do then? ”

Eshu glanced at her, "Why do I need your help?" ”

"Do you think," Luciana mysteriously leaned into Eshur's ear, "Isn't the first thing to do after helping Ursula regain power in the North is to restore normal diplomatic relations?" The Empire has always been friendly with Livingston, so if you come to invite me, maybe I can say a few nice words for you? ”

The soft heat was in Eshu's ears, but it was like a cold wind sweeping down from the top of the Misty Mountain, completely freezing Essho's ears. He turned his head slowly and stiffly: "You reasoned out again?" ”

"yes." Luciana's smile was extremely proud, "The master disciple of the demigod noisy man did not go out between the five kingdoms, but kidnapped a viscount of Sarion, and the two of them came all the way to the north to serve as mercenaries, it is impossible for them to do their best under the raven flag, right?" Because of the Dragon and Lion Battle, Ravenston's aristocratic fault line is serious, the older generation almost all died on the battlefield, and only those dukes and earls with a royal college background in the Mesozoic Era can provoke the beams, and the new generation has no competitive performance. Therefore, Gregory IV was extremely generous in conferring fiefdoms, and many adventurers from civilian backgrounds were awarded knighthoods as long as they made military achievements, forming a group of young Zhuang faction between the Mesozoic and the new generation. A few years ago, he also made an exception to award the title of Baron, an expedition heroine, which caused great controversy - it was far away. But during Gregory IV's reign, it was all too easy to break into politics in Livingston – especially for you. As long as you squeeze into that circle, if Ursula still has the slightest idea of restoration, sooner or later she will come into contact with a young Zhuang faction like you, who is not well-connected. Although I also thought that you might be a spy sent by Sarion, but the trouble you made in the Central Plains was too great - assassinating the leader of the Grace family, who is also the acting president of the merchants' union, it is impossible for Sarion to pay this kind of blood just to send a spy into the north as a mercenary, let alone take the second in line to the heir of the Elvwan family. Then there is only one possibility. As for what this possibility is, I don't need to say any more, right? However, I think your plan is too idealistic, but you can ask me to help you plan some of the details. For example—"

"Good intentions." Eshua turned his head and strode forward, not glancing at Luciana again, "You will definitely be a great scholar at the Royal Academy. ”

"I've been a scholar for a long time." Luciana muttered, and hurried to follow Estheau, "Remember, I'll have to go to Dean Brochette to get in." ”

At the same time, the dean's residence.

There was a knock on the door. "Who?" Brochette looked up from his desk and gathered up his long white whiskers scattered on the table, letting them hang upright on his chest. He glanced at the manuscript on his desk again, picked up his quill and scribbled a few sentences where he had left off.

"Guest." The man outside the door replied, using the lingua franca of Pande, with an awkward accent and what seemed to be some unnatural little tongue sounds.

Brochette got up and opened the door. Standing outside the door was a very bright-eyed young man, with a pair of large dark sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, completely covering his eyes. "There is your letter." The young man said stiffly, and handed over a beautifully decorated envelope, with two symmetrical flowing lines on the seal, as vivid as two mustaches upturned from the corners of a man's lips.

Brochette glanced at the envelope and understood the identity of the sender, but instead of reaching out to take it, he looked at the young man seriously: "Your Excellency is the Noldor Elf?" When did Quegfin have the skills to send a Noldor as a messenger? ”

The other party's hand holding the envelope was visibly stiff: "What are you talking about?" ”

"Alright, don't bother the lad - you may be older than I am, but I'll call you that." Brochette shook his head, "Although the Noldor Elves are almost identical to humans except for the color of their eyes, there are still details that can be identified. He reached out and took the envelope, flicking it lightly on the young man's fingers, "The Noldor elves' fingers are slender and flexible, and they have one or two more knuckles than humans. Your thumb has three knuckles, just look at it. A smile appeared on his old face, "Now that you've been recognized by humans, don't you reintroduce yourself according to the tradition of the Noldor Elves?" ”

"I don't have to follow tradition." The Noldor Elf said coldly.

"Oh? An expelled Noldor? Then you must be Rietediran. Brochette called out the other man's name accurately.

The other party's face twitched unconsciously: "How do you know?" ”

"You are the only Noldor to have been expelled from the eastern forests in decades, and your name is a thunderous sight among the historians of the Royal Academy." Brochette lowered his head and unwrapped the envelope, glanced at the letter paper hastily, and lowered his eyebrows in disappointment, "That's all?" Didn't he send me a message? ”

"Yes." "He also let me tell you: Winter is finally coming to an end. ”

"That's all?" Brochette furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Riedylan suspiciously, "Does he know what he's talking about?" ”

"I don't know. I'm just a messenger. Ritediran shrugged, "I'm leaving." He turned and went out and bumped into someone. The other party didn't move, but Ritadilan tilted his body and staggered back two steps to the side.

"An accident, I apologize." Eshyu reached out and grabbed Ritadillan.