As aristocrats, socializing with other nobles of similar rank was itself part of social duty, so as the same heir to the Duke of the Protectorate, as young nobles of similar age, Findil Wild and Elivin Franklin certainly knew each other, and they also had a certain personal friendship.

This personal friendship can basically be described as "being someone else's child".

In the Ansu era, in addition to the declining Cecil family, the heirs of the other three protector dukes were of similar age and status, and they all shouldered certain responsibilities, so it was inevitable that such a situation would occur.

But that didn't hurt their friendship.

Eliven and Fendil hadn't seen each other for a long time, and now they were reunited in Cecil City, which represented the frontier of the Wizard's industrial age, and they both had the same purpose of studying, so they naturally had a lot to talk about, but before that, there was a third person here.

Film felt that his spirit was a little trance, and his traveling companion who had been with him for half a month turned out to be the heir of the Duke of the North, this kind of thing that he didn't dare to arrange at will in the drama happened in the real world, so that he couldn't tell the line between dream and reality for a while, the young man from the Barron region shook his body twice, and when he looked at Fendil, his eyes were no longer so natural: "I...... You ......"

Fendil interrupted with a wave before Film could continue: "Friend, stop, don't use honorifics and honorifics. ”

Film's eyes widened, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue.

Fendil couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He thinks he's done a pretty good job of getting close to civilians during his travels, and he thinks he's made it as close as possible to his civilian friend.

He had carefully studied the theories of His Majesty Gawain Cecil about the nature of the aristocracy, which had opened the eyes and fascinated the young nobleman, who had been born and raised in the mountains of the North.

But perhaps, it is just the unwarranted yearning of overly impetuous young people after seeing something deviant.

When he left the mountains of the North, he thought that he would be an outstanding "new nobleman", and he was willing to support the reforms of His Majesty Gawain Cecil, and to break down the rotten barriers accumulated by the old Ansu nobles, and to sweep away the rotten diseases of this ancient country, he was so confident, because he was the successor of the Duke of the North, a great nobleman of a prominent position, and a great nobleman like him was willing to break his identity, what could stop him from becoming friends with one or several commoners?

But now he suddenly vaguely understood what his aunt meant when he passed through St. Sunil.

“…… If you hold such thoughts, it means that you are still arrogant, and the barrier between nobles and commoners is not something that a nobleman can break down by 'putting down his body'. ”

Fendil smiled silently, looking at Film, who had nervousness in his eyes and a snorting look on his face.

That wall is really strong, His Majesty Gawain blew up the gravel ridge, pierced the plain of the Holy Spirit, and deprived the nobility of the whole country of their privileges with a contract, but the wall still stands stubbornly in the hearts of people, stubbornly like those frozen boulders in the north.

But northerners tend to be more stubborn than stones.

He reached out and patted Film on the shoulder.

"Friend, relax, you're the creator of the Shadow Drama - don't think about your identity for the time being, didn't you take the letter of introduction from that big businessman and go to meet His Highness Rebecca?"

Film woke up from his stunned moment, and Findil's mention of "His Royal Highness Rebecca" instantly diverted his attention from the words heir to the Duke of the North, and the blonde young man subconsciously touched the box he had been carrying in his hand - the box was his brainchild, the hope of the revival of the troupe at home, and all the chips and expectations he had desperately made to the South, all of which made his mind quickly return to normal.

Elivan on the side looked at Fendil with some curiosity: "You mentioned the Demon Shadow Drama just now...... What's that? ”

"Hah, that's a new and interesting idea – if you're interested, would you like to come along?"

……

Amid enthusiastic cheers and gun salutes, Gawain left the high platform of the speech.

Behind him, hundreds of runes shimmering on the grand classical arches of the Imperial Academy, the heavy shield covering the gate was fading, and the first teachers and students as a symbol were entering the gate, and the dean of the Imperial Academy, the tall and thin Santis Seid, was standing in the doorway, watching the students enter the academy with excited eyes.

Around the square, several large holographic projections are playing on a loop, introducing the main subjects of the Imperial College in an easy-to-understand short film, introducing the situation of the four branches, and introducing the methods of the Imperial Citizens to apply for the academy and the basic requirements for admission.

The citizens gathered in the square are dispersing one after another, but there are still a considerable number of people who remain in the square, they gather around those holographic projections, looking curiously at the content introduced in the projections, some are shaking their heads regretfully, but others have inexplicable glint in their eyes.

Gawain didn't bother with this, he went back to the magic guide car parked on the side of the square.

As soon as he sat down, a petite figure suddenly appeared on the seat next to Gawain, and Amber was sitting there, looking in the direction of the Imperial Academy with her head tilted.

"What a beautiful place...... It's even prettier than your shabby palace......" muttered Miss Half-Elf, "you're really willing to spend money on it." ”

"This is the foundation of the country, no matter how many grand plans I have, in the end it is up to people to realize them, and people ...... These academies are needed to cultivate," Gawain said with a smile, "What, are you also interested in going in and 'returning to the furnace'?" ”

"Not at all," Amber immediately turned her head and glared, "If the dignified Imperial Military Intelligence Bureau's cultural class is not up to standard, I will go to the academy to make up for it, how will I maintain my majesty in front of those little bunnies in the future?" ”

“…… I didn't mention your cultural class......"

"I don't know what I am, I don't know how many catties I have?"

Gawain: "......"

After smiling helplessly, he shook his head: "What are those two young people doing?" ”

"Visiting the city and experiencing life, they seem to be very interested in mingling with the common people and putting aside the rules and regulations...... But in any case, there must be some meaning to observe the 'Cecil Order' on behalf of their respective families, but they didn't do anything out of the ordinary. ”

"Just let the young people relax a little," Gawain said with a smile, "and the curiosity and enthusiasm of young people are the most valuable." ”

"You're a bit old-fashioned," Amber pouted, "and when have you been so tolerant of young people?" Haven't you always said that the old forces, especially the young people in the old forces, need to be strictly reformed and re-educated? ”

Gawain didn't answer immediately, but turned his head to look out the window of the car, looking at the figures who were walking into the academy.

"It's okay to be more tolerant now," he said lightly, "after all, they're about to start school." ”

……

Contrary to Film's expectations, the Magic Technique Research Institute was not difficult to find, and even ...... It's not too hard to get into, either.

Not far from the Imperial College, it was a tall, striking assemblage with an open entrance and a plaza with a small fountain, a far cry from the gloomy mage tower that Film had imagined, and its doorway was not guarded by dreaded arcane golems or large armies, and although there were many people coming in and out, most of them were "ordinary people" in short white robes or blue uniforms—these people had no mage temperament in them, and their mannerisms were the same.

After taking out the letter of introduction and the identification documents issued by St. Sunil, and checking the identity documents, the guards in front of the institute building let them go in a friendly manner.

This surprised and surprised Fillm.

Fendil and Elivan looked at each other.

As spellcasters, they can see a very different scene than Film's eyes.

This magic technology research institute, from the square in front of the door to the entrance hall, has set up hundreds of magic monitoring devices of all sizes along the way, as well as I don't know how many hidden spell countermeasures, magic interference traps, it seems that ordinary people are guarding the door, in fact, I am afraid that they have been armed to the teeth with magic equipment, and inside the building, powerful magic reaction sources are almost everywhere, which is terrifying.

Magical items here...... It's really like not wanting money.

The two young nobles couldn't help but tense their nerves and pay more attention to their words and deeds.

Instead of revealing their aristocratic background, they were given access to the facility using their usual "citizenship papers" (a novelty under Cecil's order) and Film's guarantee, not wanting to get into trouble here, as it would not only mean a bad start to the trip to the South, but also a disgrace to their family's reputation.

The trio entered the Magic Guiding Technology Research Institute, and confirmed from the guide that Her Highness Rebecca was there, and then they followed the guide's instructions to take the lifting platform that connected the various floors of the main building, and soon reached the third floor of this large facility.

Spacious and well-lit corridors and neatly distributed laboratories, researchers quietly moving in the corridors, runic devices embedded in the walls, and magical artifacts everywhere......

Everything here was an eye-opener for the three young people.

Fendil couldn't help but sigh -

After seeing the scene, he realized that the advanced "Highlander" was actually nothing more than that.

"I've never seen a magical experiment like this," Elevenn muttered in a low voice, "Father's magic lab is more of a dungeon than it is here. ”

"It's the same with my aunt's...... No, it could be worse," Findil shook her head, "Auntie is a disaster in terms of her ability to organize things, but she doesn't allow anyone to interfere with her magical experiments. ”

Film listened to the two duke's heirs discuss those secrets involving the top nobles, and his heart felt complicated and inexplicable, nervous and a little strangely excited, but he didn't dare to speak casually.

But fortunately, his nervous state didn't last long—they had already reached the door of the lab that the guide had spoken of.

Just as a researcher in a short robe pushed open the door and walked out of the room, Fendil immediately stepped forward and explained the purpose of his group.

"You're looking for Her Highness Rebecca?" The male researcher in the short robe, with a slightly lower hairline, looked curiously at the three people in front of him, then shook his head, "Something is wrong here, she's out for the time being." ”

"Something is wrong?" Fendil asked curiously, as the corner of his eye glimpsed the inside of the laboratory through the open door.

Although it was not clear to see, it was as if something had exploded inside, charred shards embedded in the walls, and smoke and dust were wafting in the air, and a pungent smell wafted in the air.

"Some of the daily experimental byproducts," the hairline male researcher moved quietly, blocking the visitor's view, and raised his hand to a room at the end of the hallway, "Her Highness Rebecca is over there, you can go over and wait, but don't disturb her—she's adjusting herself." ”

Self-adjusting?

Fendil and Eliven were even more puzzled, curious about the princess of the empire who had heard of it, about the daily operation of the facility, and about the so-called "self-adjustment", they glanced at each other, and then took Film, who was still a little dazed, and walked towards the lounge at the end of the corridor.

The three of them came to the door of the lounge, and before they could push open the door, they faintly heard some sounds.

It was a soft, soothing piece of music, so touching that Fendil, who was about to push the door, couldn't help but stop.

Then, more carefully and slowly, he pushed the door open.

In the brightly lit lounge, a young girl in a simple long skirt but a short white robe over the long skirt is sitting in front of a piano, immersed in the performance.

The girl had only a side face, and the light from above shone on her long light brown hair, which was plated with a bright shimmer, and cast a light shadow on her face, her fingertips fluttering on the keys, and her face was calm and indifferent, as if she had become one with the instrument, completely undisturbed by external objects.

The soft, soothing music flowed from the girl's fingertips and throughout the room.

And there was not only the girl in this room, but also several people in standard white robes sitting everywhere, they should also be researchers who had come here to rest, and at this moment, they seemed to be immersed in the girl's performance.

The three Film who cautiously pushed the door into the room guessed that the girl who was playing the piano should be the rumored "Princess Rebecca", Fendil felt a little surprised, because he had heard something about Her Royal Highness Rebecca, the rumored Princess did not seem to be a quiet enough person to play the piano quietly, and Elivan vaguely heard several researchers in the room talking in a low voice:

"I didn't expect Her Royal Highness Rebecca to have such a high musical talent......"

"This is the first time you've heard this?"

"yes, I caught up with ...... for the first time"

"It is said that His Royal Highness Rebecca's music teacher was quite ...... back then."

"No wonder ......"