At the end of the month-long voyage, the Blue Nero braved the wind and waves to reach its destination, and a new picture slowly unfolded in front of everyone. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The first thing that catches your eye is a giant bluestone statue that stands majestically on the edge of the harbor.

It was a majestic warrior—armored, with a crown of thorns on his head, and a cloak of flames enveloping everything behind him. He held aloft the huge dragon head sword and swung it towards the riverbank, his eyes widened, and he had the bearing of arrogance to dominate the world.

This is His Majesty, the founding emperor of the Sith Empire, who drove out wizards from the outside world, swept away monsters, integrated ancient races, and ruled martial arts, which can be called the first person in two thousand years.

Many of the empire's major cities had statues of him for posterity to admire.

The cities of Irnes and St. Gallen, the commercial centers of the three southern provinces of the Sith Empire, the economic center, the most prosperous area, the holy places where countless chambers of commerce go and succeed, and they are also the places where various organizations must compete.

Here are the Deep Winter Springs Academy under the Tricolor Alliance, the Laser Tower under the Yongge Council, as well as the Hunter Guild and the Imperial War College, which can be described as a hundred schools of thought

The port of St. Gallen is much larger than Sintra and is thriving. Hundreds of merchant ships were in sight, crowded with people, the sound of trumpets and shouts was endless, and the full flow of trucks near the port was endless.

They said goodbye to Captain Nero and a kind of sailor, disembarked from the merchant ship, and followed Chinkov. According to the existing arrangement, Chinkov will provide accommodation for the people, since the ancestral home of the Ivanov family is located in the city of St. Gallen.

"It's been a year since I left home, and I didn't expect to have a chance to come back!" thanks to Lord Rodin's care. He patted his chest with rare pride, "From today until the children enter school, I will take care of everyone's food, clothing, housing and transportation!"

"Would you like to take everyone around first?"

"I haven't touched the ground for more than a month, and I'm a little tired, you take us home for a day of rest first, and then arrange it tomorrow!"

Every inch of land is precious here, so the high floors are scary, and the buildings that are tens of meters high are everywhere, they are solemn in appearance, magnificent and magnificent, and the people who see them are dazzled and amazed.

The previous Sintra, Eldon is nothing compared to it, and it cannot be compared.

The Ivanov family's mansion, located near the port, lived up to its title of the Imperial Horse family, and was no less luxurious than the residence of the beggar king, the street lord of Sintra, but the only pity was that, as if it had been raided, all the old directors in the house were sold, except for a few beds, tables and chairs, and the huge room for hundreds of people was empty.

Chinkov said with some shame, "At the beginning of the decline of the family, a lot of money was spent to find excellent stallions. And the hunting of stallions in the noble grassland has exhausted all my savings, and all the valuable things in my family have been sold, but fortunately, I finally brought back the target!"

With that, he stroked the head of the black "stallion" with a smile.

Uma asked curiously, "Your family, is it true that you are the only one left in the Ivanov family now?!"

Chinkov showed a trace of sadness when he heard this, "That's right, there was no ranking in the horse racing for several consecutive years, the family was in decline, all the servants were dismissed, and a dozen distant relatives who were originally staying at home, seeing that the situation was not good, secretly sold most of the antiques and fled, otherwise we would not have been so miserable, and my father also died soon after because he could not bear the blow, he became seriously ill." ”

"Sorry...... I didn't know ...... you."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and Rodin said encouragingly: "Cheer up, this time you come back with the best stallions of the noble steppe, recuperate for a few years, and wait until the next horse racing conference to revive the prestige of the Ivanov family!"

Soon after, after everyone rested and played, Rodin asked Chinkov for directions, and left the mansion alone and went to the north of the city, a dreamy sentence passed through his mind.

"Irnes, St. Gallen, Boulevard 334, Hope for the return of the king. ”

It's time to fulfill the promise made a year ago!

Akama, the Eternal Song Council, Meryl of the Hidden Town, really know Cynthia's whereabouts?!

The middle of the Sith Empire, the capital of the Empire, and the Queens.

Here sits a towering minaret building, all black, made of materials and smooth. It is the Sith Empire headquarters of the Eternal Song Council, the Tower of True Knowledge

Cynthia sat in a small room on the thirteenth floor of the tower, with a thick pile of hardcover books in front of her, such as the Encyclopedia of Witchcraft Tricks, the Exploration of the Nature of Spiritual Power, and the First Solution of Water Witchcraft...... She held a snow-white page of letterhead in her hand and whispered in a low voice.

"Dear Dan,

In the more than a month since I left the noble grassland, I have been tormented by longing, recalling the years we have been together day and night, and I almost want to put on my wings and fly back, and I will talk to you and gently snuggle up to your warm chest.

But I can't be so willful, I want to be as strong as you, and fight side by side with you as I travel the world, living and dying together, not as a dispensable burden.

The main purpose of this letter is to tell you that I am fine, that I need no need to worry, that I am now studying witchcraft in a great place, where everything is so new and mysterious, that it is as if the door to a new world has opened before my eyes, and that I feel that I am progressing at all times, and that it is indeed addictive, and it is no wonder that you continue to practice hard every day.

A thousand words, endless thoughts, but I don't know where to start. Wangjun cherishes, take care of yourself and little Ryan, don't fight for life and death and put yourself in a dangerous place again and again, I don't want to see you scarred and tired again.

I'll be back to see you for a year at most!

Cynthia, who loves you forever

Midsummer month of 2210 in the sacred calendar"

After reading it, Yiren blew lightly on the letterhead, and placed the letterhead on the desk with great care.

She cleared a little bit of pretty, and a warm smile appeared on her face, and her verdant ten fingers were outlined in the void, and suddenly the dazzling water elements appeared in mid-air and intertwined into a vivid portrait - maroon hair, delicate facial features, and affectionate eyes, which were her portrayal.

The portrait leaps into the snow-white envelope as Cynthia's fingertips sway, like a lifelike photograph.

She nodded in satisfaction, then snapped her fingers, and a sparkling screen slowly spread out in front of her, revealing an intellectual beauty with blond hair and glasses.

"Hehe, my good man, have mastered the water mirror technique so quickly?"

"Teacher Kasijia, I will definitely guarantee the completion of the task you assigned, but I have something to ask you for today!"

The intellectual beauty knew it in her chest, and said teasingly, "Cynthia, you can't stand it after just coming to the tower for a month, and you want to go back?"

Cynthia blushed slightly and defended, "Where, teacher, didn't I promise you that I would never go back if I didn't advance to the official wizard!

"Oh, oh, it seems that the teacher is wrong to blame you, leave it to me, the letterhead will arrive in one day!"

Then, Kastya left Cynthia with a snow-white envelope, and after closing the door, a look of uncertainty flashed in her eyes.

"Alas, good boy, don't blame the teacher, you should devote yourself to the wizarding world without distractions and reach your full potential, instead of wasting your time in these loves!"

There was a flash on her face, and she seemed to recall some unbearable past. With a sound of "......", the snow-white letterhead in Su's hand spontaneously combusted without fire, and turned into flying ash in mid-air in the blink of an eye.