On the train to the imperial capital of Lu Lei, for this group of students who have just finished a final exam that is the ultimate test of physical and mental power, anything they encounter now can make them happy.

As the train gets closer to the scarlet capital of Heimdall, Limmour's mood grows higher.

"Brothers, the following is the territory of the younger brother, but you must let me fulfill the friendship of the landlord."

Fang took the flute in his hand, blew some noise, and smiled arrogantly: "Don't worry, we will eat and drink all your last pocket money, and then go home." ”

"Eat it all, drink it all!" A wide variety of instruments come together to create resonant harmonies.

Dietrie raised his wrist solemnly, looked at his watch, and pretended to be surprised, and said, "Alas, time flies so fast, and there are still thirty minutes to reach the end, so why don't we plan what to eat for dinner." ”

"As a native of the imperial capital, I don't think we would be worthy of our status and elegance without going to the fine dining in Garunier," Eisenberg reminded. ”

"Garunier, well, by the way, I stayed at the Tixiang Hotel near the Imperial Opera House, which is very atmospheric."

"Stop!" Duchamp preempted Liermuel and stopped the YY of this group of losers.

"Don't dream, the Tixiang Hotel is not a VIP can not stay, a group of turtle students, living on the boulevard is enough, and there is the famous Matiru Crystal Garden next to it to visit."

Learmour cast a grateful glance at Duchamp and said, "The boulevard is very close to my house, there are many fashionable and popular restaurants and music bars there, and the conservatory is next to it, and there are many beautiful women with temperament and charm passing by. ”

"Conservatory students, it's worth considering, but it's time for them to take a vacation."

"Even if it's a holiday, maybe it's not over yet, and I decided to take my beloved bass to the boulevard for a beautiful encounter tonight."

"Isn't the boulevard of the legend that there are four rows of Leno flowers, and it is said that the road is particularly romantic when the flowers bloom in spring?"

"Bingo!" Liermu snapped his fingers, "That's the famous scenery of the imperial capital, the beautiful scenery praised in "White Flowers in the Wind", but unfortunately I can't see it yet." ”

"Ah, then choose the boulevard."

The train slowly drove into the magnificent central station, and the magnificent momentum of the imperial capital rushed to the face. The Scarlet Emperor Capital, no matter how many times it has been here, every time it comes back, its majestic body can always shock people's hearts.

The only people who could have some immunity to the charm of the imperial capital were the two natives, Liermuel and Eisenberg, and the others, after stepping out of the central station, could not help but pay their respects to the imposing Vonkel Avenue and the imperial palace at the end, where a trace of silhouette could be seen.

It's the pride of being an empire, and there's no place on the continent to find anything like it.

Heimdall is known for its symmetrical, solemn, harmonious and unified architectural rhythm.

Every building here has been built with a focus on durability and durability, so the whole city is full of historic buildings. And because the imperial capital is densely populated, there is almost no gap between the buildings, and at a glance, there is an awe-inspiring order, but also a prosperous and silent narrative.

This thousand-year-old city has been destroyed more than once in history, and after the first destruction, the city was rebuilt on the site of the ruins, and the roof color was generally chosen red, hence the name of the crimson capital.

The imperial capital is home to more than half of the empire's universities and commercial institutions, including the Imperial Opera House and the financial exchange, and is undoubtedly the center of the empire in terms of location, politics, economy, transportation, and culture.

And now, embraced by the winter snow, Heimdall's zenith, from a crimson to a white, adds a holy and pure radiance, more charming than in summer.

Walking through the fine snow, the group walked north along the Vonkel Boulevard, and at the end of this avenue was the square where the statue of Dreiquels the Great stood, and at the end of the square was the Balfrey Palace. As a guide, Learmel walks ahead and keeps introducing the various historic buildings he passes.

Although Duchamp has been to the imperial capital several times, he has never carefully observed this city, and he has benefited a lot from listening to Lilmu's explanation.

Learmor explained the history of the imperial capital, and suddenly sighed: "This kind of scenery, in fact, I have long been accustomed to seeing it since I was a child, but for some reason, I look like I feel particularly moved today, as if I have discovered the soul and charm of the imperial capital for the first time, and I have an urge to write a song to praise." ”

"Then you can write it quickly." The other lads said with a smile on their faces.

"Ah, Crimson Capital. Ahem, I just had a little inspiration, but now I have been interrupted by you, and it is gone. Learmey scratched his head.

"Is it so hard to write a song? Let me give you a start. Mark snatched the conversation, his hand crossed the sky like a conductor, and he began to speak passionately:

"Ah, this great city stands in the majesty of Drakels, and stands in the skyline of the world."

"Okay."

"Not bad."

"What about the back?"

Mark shrugged his shoulders and said, "I haven't thought of it yet, you guys continue." ”

Eisenberg coughed, straightened his mind, and tried to continue.

"The neat streets tell the solemnity of history; A serious countenance, with that crimson smile. ”

There were a few sparse applause in the ranks. Mark habitually took out his pen and wrote down the poem he had just written.

Dietrie looked at the statue of Draquels the Great, and remembered a few more words:

"Ah, Heimdall, the pride of Erebonia fills my heart like a magnificent symphony."

Dietrie finally squeezed out a few words, and seeing that no one took them, he poked Duchamp in the shoulder: "Styry, you can take a few words." ”

Duchamp couldn't even come up with any good sentences for a while. Brother is full of splendor, but there are not many to meet the occasion, such as 'Biandu is towering on the flat ground, and Song is the golden soup', what a vast artistic conception it is, but can you understand it?

Yes, Duchamp suddenly remembered a celebrity, he quickly flipped through the "Pushkin Poems" in his mind, and sure enough, his father had love in that era, and he read it in one breath:

"I love you, the great city that Draikels has built,

The solemn streets, towering buildings,

The flow of the Arnoer River reflects how much majesty,

Soft lights adorn its shores,

Like a beautiful string quartet,

When night comes,

Everywhere is the noise of the ball and the whispers of lovers,

Single people are lonely and shamefully drunk in the middle of the night.

When the morning comes, on the playground of the god of war,

Young soldiers lined up,

The sound of leather boots shatters the silence of the night,

The tall column has another kind of magnificence in its monotony.

Oh, in the ranks of the side-by-side,

How many broken flags fluttered.

When the first golden rays of that morning,

Projected on the top of the Balfrey Palace,

Good news came from the golden gates,

A life is born in the court,

The glory of Erebonia will be passed on.

The harsh winter has passed, the ice and snow have melted,

The thick ice on the Arnor River cracked,

Blue ice pours down to the sea,

Because I feel the spring, the joy is thundering.

However, there was a terrible hour,

People are also able to remember clearly,

When the spring is in March, the Leno flowers bloom and thank,

Snow-white petals spread all over the ground of this city,

It was a hymn to life, a solemn blessing poem:

Stand tall, the great city of Dlaikels!

Stand still like Erebonia;

One day, even the power of antiquity will bow down to you,

The curse swore never to stir up vain sword soldiers again,

Disturb the eternal dreams of Delaikels! ”