The afternoon sun shone brightly on the square, the metal insignia on the top of the main school building glittered in the sunlight, and Fendil walked among the students rushing to class, walking with everyone along the long, gentle ramp leading to the main school building, wearing a brand-new, Imperial College cadet uniform, the decorative chains near the collar of his uniform and the brass buttons on his clothes glistening in the sunlight.

Among the students who came and went on the ramp were dressed in "cadet uniforms" similar to his own, modelling the regular military uniforms, and others in the uniforms of other academies—scholars walked proudly through the highest institution of learning in the empire, including young men like Findir, middle-aged people with gray hair, and even old men whose wrinkles had crept up their faces.

"You chose the non-commissioned officer department in the end," Eleven's voice came from the side, "I thought you'd try the magic division again at least before this winter......

Fendil glanced over his head and saw the son of the Grand Duke of the Western Realms in the magic guide uniform, the new blue uniform with mechanical and magical symbols that made the already bookish friend of many years look a little more slender.

"Your new uniform isn't bad," Findil said with a laugh, then shook his head a little self-deprecatingly, "I'll forget it...... I know where I'm enlightened and where I'm hopeless. If you let me use magic to fight people, that's fine, or if you don't have so advanced mathematical knowledge, it's okay, but you let me deal with machines...... I'd rather go bear hunting on the ice field. My aunt must have known this when she sent me, and she didn't let me take mechanical lessons......"

Elivan looked at him for a long time, and finally could only shake his head helplessly: "...... I have always admired your optimism. ”

"Haha...... Don't be so serious, I don't want to graduate as a midshipman and see you a nerd," Findil laughed, "you're starting to have that tendency!" ”

Eleven, apparently bothered to pay attention to the not-so-brilliant sense of humor of the heir to the North, he just thought about it seriously and sighed, "Now, we have fewer opportunities to meet up with Film - he's almost always on the film company's side. ”

“…… We've got our own things to do," said Findir, shaking his head, "but it's too early to say that - we're just a little more academically demanding than we used to be, and we still have at least two years of good college life waiting for us before we have to go to the military or the government office—and until then, we'll be able to show up at the studios as much as we can." ”

"Yes," Elevenn nodded, and glanced at the students who came and went on the ramp not far away—whether they were regular students in their divisional uniforms or freshmen in basic uniforms, every face he saw was confident and proud, which made him think about it, "Film told me before that he had a wish, he wanted to start a special discipline when the Shadow Drama gradually matured, and when more and more people accepted and recognized this new thing, Just as scholars teach at Imperial College, teach others how to make a Shadow play, how to act, how to create ......"

"He's got some ingenuity," Fendilton said with a hint of surprise, "I didn't even think of any of that!" ”

"yes, no one has ever done anything like it...... Much of the knowledge is passed down from family to family or by master and apprentice, but Film seems to think that it should be systematically organized like the knowledge in the academy......" Elevenn said, shrugging his shoulders, "maybe he will succeed?" ”

“…… If one day, maybe he'll be more famous than you and me, and years from now his portrait might even be hung on the walls of some school buildings—like the Father of the Web or Ravenkeys. ”

Elivan couldn't help but laugh at the thought of such a scene, and at that moment, several figures in freshman uniforms appeared at the end of the ramp, attracting his attention and some nearby students.

Fendil was quick to see the figures—men and women, all of whom seemed to be of the same age, and their better image and casual demeanor showed that they were of extraordinary origin, and these freshmen walked together in groups, looking not much different from the other students in the house except for their temperament, but an observant would easily see that they did not fit well into the atmosphere around them: they talked to each other, and seemed a little nervous about their surroundings, Students passing by occasionally show a sense of distance.

It wasn't obvious, but it was enough to get Fendil's attention.

"Ah, those students from Typhon...... the heir of the North whispered, "I have some impressions of the girl named Dana......"

"Hey—you don't look like a proper nobleman."

"Where did you think of going? I'm just showing them the way," Findil immediately discerned his innocence, "You know, these students from Typhon are the 'key targets' of our Majesty's. ”

"These Typhonians have always been too tight—no one here," Elevenn shook his head, "and it won't be easy for them to finish their studies that way." ”

"So it's time for us, the 'hosts', to show kindness to these foreign visitors," Findil laughed, patted Elevenn on the shoulder, and walked in the direction of the Typhon students, "Come on, we should say hello to these freshmen - let them know that the Cecil are also courteous." ”

"Say hello?" Elivan had barely had time to mutter, but he had already seen his friend walk straight over, and he stayed behind to watch the scene helplessly, but after a few seconds, he sighed and stepped to follow.

It's time to say hello.

After all...... Cultivating relationships with these noble children from Typhon and bringing them into contact with the bustling world of Cecil was also his and Findir's mission in the Academy.

……

A pair of pale gray eyes, hidden in the shadows of the columns, watched cautiously what was happening on the ramp of the courtyard, and after a long observation, the owner of these eyes withdrew his gaze.

A small, gray-haired figure like a child, hiding behind the shadow of the pillar, sat down on one of the pillars' pedestals, put her textbook on her lap, spread out a half-written piece of paper, and wrote on it the words ready to be sent to a distant land: "...... It's an incredible city indeed, it's bigger than the Grey Elves' royal city, all the buildings are tall, and almost all of them are new......

"It's not as lacking in trees as I thought at first - although humans often expand their city by cutting down plants, the city is full of trees, most of which were planted by the druids who lived in the city, and the druid apprentices at the academy had an important internship in maintaining the city's plants......

"The druids here are different from other places, there are many druids here, but only a few are the 'standard druids' who actually master magic, and most of the rest are actually alchemists who 'cast spells' through alchemy potions and magic terminals, and they are equally respected, especially in the alchemy factory......

"It's full of people, Cecil, people from the north or from their homeland, and people from Typhon...... Typhon's students were prominent in the 'Imperial Academy', and they always wore Typhon's emblem in the most visible part of their body, although this would keep some Cecilians at their distance or attract unwanted attention, but they did so.

“…… Everyone here is immersed in knowledge, and learning is the most important thing – taking precedence over all notions of identity, status, race, and wealth – because no one has the energy to pay attention to anything else, and there are countless new things here that hold the heart of every student. Of course, there is also an important reason that the order and assessment of learning here are really strict, and the scholars who teach knowledge are directly responsible to a certain department in the government department, and they do not show mercy to any students, even the duke's children......

“…… Ah, by the way, Mother, the Typhonians I mentioned just now study very hard, they barely socialize and don't go out except for the dormitory cafeteria and classrooms, which is one of the reasons why they are too conspicuous here—although everyone is hardworking, they are too hardworking. But today I saw the heirs of the Duke of the North and the Duke of the West going to greet the students of Typhon, and the Typhonians seemed to be very talkative......

"Of course I'm trying to make friends, though...... There is only one friend. Her name is Pea, and despite her strange name, she's a big man - her father was the admiral of the Cecil Empire! And Pea also has a magical magic device that can speak and perceive her surroundings instead of her......

“…… By the way, I also met an incredible teacher, he was a pure energy being, and people respectfully called him 'Master Kamel', but I was taken aback when I first saw him...... But rest assured, Mother, I didn't do anything rude......

"I'm living well here, you don't have to worry about it, and it's ......"

A shadow suddenly shrouded from the side, and the gray elf girl who was writing with her head down was startled for a moment, and immediately put her hand on the letter paper - she also trembled visibly with the naked eye, and her long soft gray hair looked a little fluffy.

And a slightly emotionless crisp female voice that seemed to be synthesized by a machine sounded almost at the same time: "Ah, Merry! You're hiding behind a pillar again! ”

The gray elf girl known as Merry looked up and saw Pea standing next to her, and was visibly relieved, but her hand still covered the letter on her knees, and at the same time she whispered in a somewhat slender voice: "I'm writing a letter......"

The next second, she heard her new friend, who had not known her for a long time, crackle: "Write a letter? To whom? Family? On the side of the Oguray Tribal State? Oh yes, I shouldn't have asked about that, it's privacy - sorry, you didn't tell me. Speaking of which, I haven't written a letter for a long time, and the last time I wrote to my dad was during the Resuscitation Festival...... But with the Magic Net Communication, who is going to write letters, and the North Coast has established a connection...... When will the Oguray tribe be able to communicate directly with Cecil, I heard that your side has started to build a magic web? ”

The sound of peas crackled like pouring beans, and Merry Bai Zhi was instantly shocked by the momentum of this language, and couldn't insert a sentence from beginning to end, until the other party finally came to an end, the gray elf girl finally had a chance to speak, and her voice was lower than just now: "I'm writing to my mother......"

Then she waited another two seconds before she continued, "The Oguray Clan is also building a magic net on its side...... My mother is in charge. ”

"Really?" Pea suddenly showed a look of surprise, and then admired it very much, "Ah...... Also, your mother is the leader of the Grey Elves, and she was the first to expand trade and introduce technology to the West, and even my father said that he admired your mother. He said that the north is full of stubborn stones, and if those stones could have half the insight and intelligence of your mother, he would be at least a hundred times easier to do things there......"

"The 'stone' you speak of by Lord Byron may not be just a stone...... "The gray elf Merry Bai Zhi reminded in a whisper, but her voice, which was not strong, was quickly drowned out by the crackling words behind the pea.

But she didn't feel any frustration or anger – she was used to it.

Probably, that's why they became friends.

……

"College life...... It looks a little envious. ”

Amber sat on the high wall, looking at the courtyard in front of the castle-like main building of the Imperial College, looking at the students who were immersed in the best years of the world, and couldn't help but muttered with some emotion.

Her legs reached out of the edge of the wall, dangling in mid-air, looking quite comfortable.

A figure appeared beside her like a ghost, turning into a bald man with a scar on his face: "Boss, do you want to go to school?" ”

"What kind of school do I go to, do I think I can get in? I'm also lecturing when I go in! Amber immediately glared at her deputy, "Don't talk nonsense, get down to business." ”

"It's been investigated, one of these students can be sure of being a spy, and the other two are suspected, and the others are fine," Scarface Anton was reprimanded, and immediately became serious and began to report seriously, "We have been eyeing the communication channels of those three people, and the 'magician' special team is trying to find a way to do something without alarming them." There is no problem with the other batches of international students, including Dana, who is focused on - she is indeed the daughter of an earl of Typhon, and there is no problem with her innocent identity, and the previous contact with Findil Wild was not premeditated, it should be simply a bad brain. ”

"Not bad...... The Typhonians did come for knowledge, and were not so stupid as to waste all their precious academic opportunities on useless espionage. You keep an eye on those people, whether they are spies or suspected spies, if you are sure that you have the opportunity to rebel, don't alarm the target if you don't have the chance, just keep monitoring, and it will be a treasure in the future. When the Eternal Sleepers evacuated, we lost some of the manpower we planted in Typhon, and we have to find a way to make up for it......"

Scarface Anton nodded, "I understand, boss. ”

Amber waved her hand, and Anton disappeared silently into the wall, and then she looked back at the courtyard and sighed softly:

"College Life, Ah......"