On April 30th, the sky was not beautiful, and from the clock town "Serre" to the arcane city-state "Lighthouse Mountain", heavy rain fell in the eastern part of the kingdom of Koras.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the "Victory" airship struggled through the cumulonimbus clouds and finally reached the sky over Beacon Hill. Captain Zehir signaled a request to land to the ground control tower below, and the airship had to drift in the heavy rain for a few minutes before they could reply.

Raindrops rustled against the airship's metal shell, and the rain slowly trickled down the smooth side, casting a fleeting transparent film over the force field portholes.

Roland stood in front of the main porthole directly in front of the bridge, his sharp eyes looking through the rain and fog at the famous arcane city-state.

The city-state of 80,000 people is made up of a main city, known as the "Great Floating City" Laputa, and eight satellite towns surrounding the main city, all named after one of the eight arcane schools, and in fact the headquarters of the various schools. As far as the city-states as a whole are concerned, the number of spellcasters is as high as one-twentieth of the total population, and the title of "Arcane City-State" is well deserved.

Roland's first impression of Beacon Hill was, of course, the towering tower in the middle of the city, with its magical glow warm and bright, and the lights that could be seen day and night from the citizens of Sayre to ships on the Far East Sea, hence the name "Beacon Hill", so that few outsiders know that the official name of the city-state is "Zode".

The lighthouse glow is not just lighting, in fact it is the central mechanism of the Lock, and the magic contained in the light forms a transparent eggshell-like force field shield, enveloping the entire city and the surrounding satellite towns, and the pouring rain from the outside world is filtered by the Mystery Lock Shield and becomes a misty drizzle, moistening the streets and alleys of the Arcane City-State and the trees, flower beds, and lawns on both sides of the streets.

Rejecting the storm but welcoming the gentle drizzle, the mages set up the locks to suit their needs, and the power and convenience of magic were on full display at this moment.

The architecture of Beacon Hill is distinctive, with the towering Mage Tower resembling a jungle at a glance. Almost all of the buildings are 100 feet high, and some even rise into the clouds, and the huge skybridges that connect the towers are full of pedestrians.

The "Victory" drifted in the wind and rain for about five minutes, and finally received a passage permit from the ground tower. Zehir drove the airship to slowly descend along the glowing track of the magic road marker in the air, and the moment it touched the lock guard, the hull of the ship shook slightly, as if it was supported by an invisible force, and involuntarily glided down. A few minutes later, the airship automatically landed on the dock, and the usual greetings such as "Welcome to Lighthouse Hill" and "Happy Trip" came from the window, all of which were transmitted to the airship cabin in the form of a magic broadcast by the Lost Lock.

Roland couldn't help but smile when he listened, and after the welcome speech, he actually started to play an advertisement, what "Gray Tower Magic Material Shop", "Everything from fresh dragon blood to phoenix feathers", and what "Magic Cuisine Shop", "delicious, fashionable and healthy, tourists are welcome to order and taste"...... The advertising itself is lackluster, but this kind of marketing method makes Roland feel very relatable, as if he has returned to his pre-travel home on Earth, and whenever he walks out of the train platform or airport, he will always hear similar announcements.

Roland packed his luggage and walked down the gangway, observing his surroundings only to realize that the dock provided by Beacon Hill for foreign airships was located between "Plastic Energy Town" and "Illusion Town", and it was still a long way from the main city.

There are few people on the road leading to the main city, and people are more happy to travel through the air. Small airships, Pegasus trailers, and magic carpets are ubiquitous vehicles on Beacon Hill, and these flying devices make it easy to get in and out of the tower-like structures.

In the drizzle, Roland walked along the dock plank road, and was about to wave for a taxi speed, when a fresh breeze suddenly blew behind him, and the girl's body fragrance that made him feel extremely kind wafted in the wind.

Roland paused and looked back to see a ten-foot-square tapestry of brocade floating in the air, carrying a red-robed woman wearing a mage's hat floating towards him. The girl on the flying carpet sat on her knees in an elegant posture, tilted her head slightly, twisted her slender and white pink neck, and looked at him with a smile, her beautiful eyes filled with two waves of almost overflowing joy.

Roland walked to the magic carpet with a smile and waved his hand at Miss Mage: "Beauty, can you give me a ride?" ”

"Where are you going?" The beauty asked knowingly.

"I'll go wherever you go." Roland showed no signs of weakness.

"Tsk, I'm relieved to see your rogue appearance, come up, look at your hair is wet from the rain!" Nikita reached over and pulled him.

Roland jumped onto the magic carpet with Miss Mage's slender hand, and sat on her knees in imitation of her.

A mischievous smile flashed in Nikita's eyes, and before he could sit down, he suddenly drove the magic carpet to fly out at an accelerated pace, like an arrow off the string!

Roland screamed cooperatively, and threw himself at the perpetrator, his arms wrapped around the soft and elastic waist, and a refreshing fragrance hit the tip of his nose, making him squint his eyes in comfort, and buried his head in the base of her neck and sniffed and sniffed.

Nikita was really a rare good-natured, and she didn't dislike his vicious virtue like a hound, and her pretty face flushed with a lovely flush, and she leaned back and snuggled softly into his arms.

Seeing her never-before-seen shyness, Roland's heartstrings couldn't help but ripple, and he leaned over and kissed the girl's smooth and pink face.

Nikita seemed to be a little tickled by him, and lowered her head to eat and smile, and after a while she turned around and pursed her lips to put a sweet stamp on his face.

"I'm in trouble now, what should I do if I don't want to wash my face?" Roland complained about the beauty in his arms, "It's all your fault." ”

Nikita sighed helplessly, "You're so shameless, what can I do." Before the words fell, he couldn't help laughing, and gently wiped the lipstick marks on his cheeks with a handkerchief, "It's better to wipe it, otherwise I'll be embarrassed to be seen by the elders later." ”

"It's a pity, I still want to take this as a medal."

"Please, be serious, think I'm as shameless as you!" Miss Mage glanced at her sweetheart in disgust, and raised her hand to perform a "magic trick" to help him dry his rain-soaked hair.

Roland was touched by her inadvertent tenderness, buried his head in her neck and rubbed it, and said guiltily: "I didn't come to visit you until today, and I also found an excuse for a business trip, and the more I think about it, the more I feel sorry for you." ”

Nikita smiled softly and stroked his hair gently, though she didn't say a word, her eyes were full of tenderness.