It is said to have been inspired by the floating stones of Gounetir's Floating City, which were steady and fast, and in a few moments, lifted Morey hundreds of feet into the air.

The floating stone paused slightly, and Morey felt as if a probing spell swept over his body, but it was only a breath or two before it was over, and a circular passage was revealed at the bottom of the ship.

Syllable!

Morey had just entered, and the hatch closed.

Immediately after his body shook slightly, Morey found that the magic ship under his feet began to move.

"Name!"

A teenager not much older than Morey, holding a notepad, looked at him coldly.

Two silver stars were embroidered diagonally downward on the white mage's robes, indicating that the little guy was the same mid-level mage as Morey.

A hundred years ago, the Book of Ten Thousand Laws passed a reform, in which the practice of using the number of stars to indicate the level was relatively smooth within the organization, but it was hindered by many mages, especially middle and low-level mages, when it was implemented to the outside world.

If you don't embroider those stars, who would know that the gray beard and fairy wind bone archmage in front of him turned out to be a beginner mage?

How can you fool the nouveau riche in the countryside?

"Morey ......"

Although the person in front of him had a cold expression, Morey was not an explosive that exploded at the slightest moment.

"Okay, Raul, you can get busy with other things first, I'll take him to report!"

Clyde, who was on the side, interrupted Raul's inquiry with a wave of his hand and took the clipboard.

"Yes, Master Clyde!"

Raul bowed slightly to Clyde respectfully, then turned to leave.

This scene fell in Morey's eyes, and he had a little more understanding of this Book of Ten Thousand Laws.

It seems that the work of this welcoming monk is not something that can be done by a person without roots!

According to Clyde, as a prospective apprentice, he would record the information during the first time he was on board, and then compile it to the logistics department, which would assign a cabin to Morey's accommodation.

But this is not for the senior deacon of the logistics department of Clyde. Kitteridge said that these tedious inquiries were just a step that could be omitted, and he even helped Morey with the upgrade, directly assigning to Morey a second-class cabin near the stern of the ship to receive the royal children.

Anyway, for him, it's just a matter of opening one more explanation.

"Morey, so you're here? I was supposed to go to you! ”

Morey had just put his luggage into his prince's cabin, and was about to open the door and go out for a walk, when he ran into an acquaintance.

His Royal Highness of the Holy Spear Kingdom, Bert. Gladstone.

In the end, the old king gave a place to his son and stuffed Bert into the Book of Ten Thousand Laws.

Bert doesn't have that spiritual cleanliness fetish, this Book of Ten Thousand Laws absorbs the top figures of various imperial kingdoms on the continent, and it can be said that the Book of Ten Thousand Laws is plated with a layer of gold, and it seems that he deserves to inherit the throne.

And communicating with these genius mages or future kings is also an important way to expand your network.

So when Morey met Bert, he was already surrounded by several followers, and his communicative skills were evident.

At Bert's invitation, Morey and the others went to the restaurant and enjoyed a hearty lunch, and if it weren't for the round portholes that could be seen here and there, Morey would have thought he was sitting in a high-end restaurant in the royal capital.

Mages aren't creatures that don't treat their creatures badly, whether it's the cabin or the food, they demand the best.

It's just a bit of a pity that Morey thought that he would meet some classmates from other countries in the restaurant, but he didn't expect that there were very few diners in this restaurant, and only a few staff members of the Book of Ten Thousand Laws dined here.

After communicating with Bert, Morey realized that most of those people were enjoying food in the cabin at the moment.

After all, this second-class cabin is no different from an ordinary living room, and besides, the ship cannot bring slaves on board, so such an open hall is more than enough for a small party in it.

If Bert hadn't met Morey, he would have been partying in his cabin by now.

For a prince like Bert, it's for the atmosphere, but for those who are alone, it's for privacy.

Since the Book of Ten Thousand Laws has arranged an independent cabin for each passenger, it is to ensure everyone's privacy to the greatest extent.

As mages, they are perhaps the most intimate group of people in the world of Becky, and they don't want to spend most of their lives researching the results of being looked at by a despicable guy in a few glances.

This is the first time Morey has left the Holy Spear Kingdom (not counting going to sea), so he is full of curiosity about everything.

Where can those two-dimensional maps in the past satisfy his curiosity about the world, so after lunch, he almost lay down in the observation window of the cabin, and his eyes compared everything he saw with the map to form a three-dimensional map in his mind, which was firmly engraved in the blood moon, and these materials were an excellent reference for future marches.

Morey now thinks of himself as a humanoid scanner, but the second-class window at the stern is too angled to allow for a 180-degree view.

At this time, he remembered that at lunch, he had heard the staff of the Book of Ten Thousand Laws next to him chatting, so he had a special observation room in the spaceship, which was quite suitable for looking down on the beautiful scenery, but this observation room did not seem to be open to apprentices.

So he approached Bert for help, and he was quite confident in our Highness's ability to communicate.

He came earlier than himself, and with those henchmen, there was no reason why he didn't know how to get in.

Sure enough, when he heard that Morey needed some way to the observation room in the forward cabin, Bert agreed.

"I know what it is, there is a semi-circular glass observation room at the front of the spaceship, although it is for the official disciples of the Book of Ten Thousand Laws, but if you want to go, you just need to talk a little more!"

As the last chance to become the prince of the empire in the past hundred years, Bert is still a good mix, and many people are willing to give him this face.

It's not a forbidden area like the power room of the magic spaceship, a viewing platform, and it's not a great place.

Originally, Morey thought that his group would be very eye-catching, but he was wrong, and when he arrived in the observation room, he found that there were many young passengers who had just boarded the ship, and his own number was not even large.

It's no wonder that although the ventilation and lighting in the cabin are very good, there is always a feeling of crampedness after staying for a long time.

That's why many people come to this observation room with an extremely wide view to breathe.

This kind of observation room with more than 30 feet of glass on three sides is indeed refreshing to look at, and there is no trouble when you look at the magnificent scenery below through the glass.

At this moment, the sun is setting, and the whole land is dyed with a layer of red, which looks spectacular.

Morey was intently recording the terrain here, but he didn't want to hear the sound of Bert arguing with people.

"Yo-yo, isn't this our Prince Bert?"

"How did you finally crawl out of your tortoise shell and bask in the sun?"

"It's a pity, the sun is going to go down today, you have to be early tomorrow!"

As soon as the sound of the beating fell, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out around them.

"Hey, no way, who called me the prince? Of course you have to live longer! ”

"It's not like the third prince, who lives so freely!"

Bert is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and every word pokes at people's lungs.

"You ......"

Lucian. Montagu's face flushed.

Who said this Burt. Gladstone is benevolent, this mouth is too poisonous!

Bert didn't feel that he had the slightest problem to deal with, not to mention that these empires provoked a long-lasting border war in order to hinder the rise of the Holy Lance Kingdom, and many ancestors in his family were killed because of it, so he said that he now represents the image of the kingdom, this guy compares himself to a turtle, how can Bert, who regards national honor as his lifelong pursuit, endure it.

If it weren't for the ban on duels, Bert would have smashed his gloves in his face by now.