United City?

To the north is the snow-covered far north - Hammer is the largest city here, and the heavy clouds are stacked in the sky, and the bitter cold wind makes the blade-like wind graze against the black walls of Hammer, and of course it is impossible to knock the steel city open.

It is home to the best alchemy industry on the mainland, as evidenced by the huge smoke-emitting chimneys that seem to be able to insert clouds into the city. The busiest workers here – unlike most of the peasants living on the mainland, have no rest at this time and are commuting to and from work in the factories in earnest.

A considerable salary, but accompanied by the coldest weather, and the most boring life.

That's probably the impression that Hammer City has always given - but it's too important, as the largest and most powerful city, Hammer certainly controls almost all the alchemy factories in the north - in summary, even the transit center should value its enormous influence in this regard.

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In the dead of winter, people walk on polished stone roads wrapped in dark shawls and cloaks – and walk to the bar after work to sip on imported ale.

But today it was a little different—horses blessed with cold spells or alchemical equipment marched into the city, and the tightly wrapped people came from different places, indeed from different places—all concentrated here at this time.

It is not surprising that since the United City of Wenger in the south, after an accident more than a decade ago, the control of the Noble Alliance has fallen into the hands of Hamer.

"Over the years, fewer and fewer people have been chosen for Santa Fes, as if they hadn't been there since those three miracles. ”

"Magic is in decline, and the time for alchemy has arrived......"

"Hahaha, look at those people in the south who dare to underestimate us? talk about their achievements all day long, how can Santa Fes be so numerous, but don't you still have to go all the way to Hammer at this time?"

......

"These northern barbarians are really a lot of nonsense. The people who came to hold the meeting of the Noble Alliance were not simple people, and the "crazy words" of those civilians after drinking could not escape their ears, but even if they were unwilling to deal with these commoners, they were still a little dissatisfied in their hearts, "If it weren't for the theoretical achievements of Lord Celis, Santa Fes, and Hester Santa Fes, how would they have achieved today?"

This is a man who is clearly from the south, and the material of the thick cloak he wears comes from the fur of the southern beasts.

"The supply side and collaborative spells have ushered in an era of alchemy, and over the years, there are fewer and fewer geniuses who can be qualified for Santa Fes, and even the youngest Hester can only be regarded as a resident of the transit place, and we are very embarrassed. One of the red-haired men who replied to what he had said had a slight expression of thought on his face.

"So what? Without Santa Fes's theory, they would have to continue to do the work that was previously 'unappreciated.' "Everyone has a few angers, not to mention that this matter is also related to their own face.

Before his companion could say anything, he heard a loose voice float out: "Now the nobles of the south, there is so much gossip?" ”

The voice startled both of them - oh my god, this person's voice appeared silently!

They are all trained nobles, and they are usually very wary of this kind of thing, who knows what you suddenly appeared for? assassination, blackmail, robbery...... Bah.

They were still surprised, and just as they were about to be on guard, a slender figure slowly appeared in their sight—he was wearing a black woolen coat, no scarf, or other equipment to protect him from the cold, and even this coat had unbuttoned the two buttons on the coat, revealing the shirt inside.

So his face was also very clear - the handsome young man, even if he exhaled white gas slightly with his breath, but it contrasted with this cold, his temperament was casual and elegant, and he just walked quietly, showing a natural dignity.

"Yes...... The son of the Lord of Hammer. One of them recognized him.

Son of the Lord of Hammer, Morrig. A gifted and ...... Difficult aristocratic young master.

"Arstocracy from Arsene Wenger, right. Morrig looked at the red-haired man who recognized him, "You're coming quickly. ”

The redhead didn't know what his tone was, so he just nodded.

The other seemed to have a grudge, remembering what the young man had said not long ago, and said, "I heard that the son of Hammer is also studying at the Anlimond Academy, and this is not wrong, right?"

The location of Anlimond College is in the south, and some people will think of it as a college in the south, so the extension of this means that his education came from the south, so there is nothing wrong with their discussion.

The aristocracy's verbal war is sometimes like this, with all kinds of messy metaphors, but if you don't understand it, you will be considered "unqualified", and if you can understand it, you can understand the irony.

- What the hell, it's just hard to do.

Another nobleman knew the irony, and although he knew that there was a reason not to be presumptuous on other people's territory, he was also curious how Morrig would respond.

“...... Do not understand. But that's all Morrig said.

Straightforward, and at the same time, there is an obvious meaning in the tone of "what the hell are you talking about, I don't want to understand".

It's okay, it's very good.

"Aha, so it's the son of Lord Hammer—that's interesting. Just then, a voice pierced through the cold wind and suddenly sounded in the ears of the people here.

Both nobles were about to cry in fright, once it was fine, and the second time - really, you people who are capable and not good at talking, can't you think about their poor little hearts and sensitive emotions?

"Who are you?" Morrigo was a little wary.

He's actually very unhappy that he can casually penetrate the cold wind and appear in front of them - show off his skills on his turf?

As he spoke, the hand in his pocket was silently moving.

"Don't be too nervous, son of Lord Hammer, even if you seem to be unhappy with this status, but...... Identity is a godsend, it will only give you a starting point, it will not specify your end. "The man soon appeared, and the man in the cloak appeared in the city, outwardly unable to defeat Morrig, but, surprisingly—

A mark flashed on his forehead.

These aristocrats were all impressed by the "nicks" of Santa Fes.

"Hester, Lord Santa Feth!" said both nobles in surprise, and then saluted him in respect.

"Well said. Hester waved his hand at them, seemingly easy-going, but naturally there was something noble about it.

Seeing this, Morrig thought for a moment before saying, "It's really ...... I'm sorry. ”

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