Across the moat is a steel bridge with an unrailed checkpoint in front of it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info's City Guards, dressed in thick armor and resembling steel golems, are keeping an eye on passers-by as they search wagons and pull out unseemly clad people. In case the nobles of the imperial capital inadvertently see the real subjects of the empire, or smell their scent, and be disturbed by them.

Arcanis walked briskly towards the checkpoint.

"Hey, civilian girl over there, put your hood down. The guard's voice sounded muffled as he wore a fully enclosed helmet, and he raised his right steel hand and pointed at Arcanis.

Arcanis lowered his hood, revealing Melly lying on top of her head. Because of embarrassment, her snow-white cheeks showed a little rosy, and the half-elf quickly pushed the little milk cat on her head down, and Melly screamed and fell into the hood.

The half-elf looked uneasily at the silent soldier after she had seen a guard rudely pull several unshoeed peasants out of the wagon and to the side of the road in the distance. The fully enclosed helmet made it impossible for her to see the soldier's expression, and his large steel hand stopped in the air before being lowered after a moment.

"Excuse me, I hope you have a great trip in this great city. ”

Arcanis smiled at him, and the guard turned his head to the side, continuing to watch the passers-by with wary eyes.

The half-elf continued with a brisk pace towards the steel bridge.

"Hey, Captain Jeroc (1). One of the guards knocked on Jerock's armarmor and whispered, "That half-elf girl is so beautiful, if my wife were as beautiful as hers, I would not drink for the rest of my life." ”

Captain Geroc didn't respond, and only then did the guards notice that the vigilant eyes in the fully enclosed helmet were staring at the girl's slender back.

Before stepping onto the steel bridge, there is a stone pavement carved with various patterns, which are blurred by mud and dust. The uneven slate did not attract Arcanis's attention, but a lazy Merry poked her head out of her hood and looked at the slate beneath her feet.

"Meow, blasphemous path!, the Lady of the Forest is on it!" it exclaimed, turning its head to call out to Arcanis, "Arcanis, be careful not to step on the emblem of the good gods. Oh my God, you've stepped on the emblem of the god of justice, quick, take a step to the right, step on the emblem of the god of orcs!

Of course, Arcanis couldn't understand the meaning of Melly's anxious screams, and one of her feet stepped on the indistinct pattern of the god Mericay on the ground.

"Oh my!" Melly sighed, "I hope the gracious Ranger God will forgive this ignorant Ranger who has lost his memory, Meow." ”

The Empire is an important member of the Scourge faction, and in front of its capital there is a stone road known as the "Blasphemous Road", which is carved with the emblems of various gods, causing them to be trampled by thousands of people. The purpose of its setting is to prevent the god believers from sneaking into the imperial capital, and of course it is more to show their disgust with the god believers.

In this way, Arcanis inadvertently blasphemed the two gods he once believed.

"Damn the Scourge. Melly barked angrily at the people around her, and after getting the comment that "this cat is in spring", she retracted into her hood and continued to sleep.

Although you can get a glimpse of the prosperity and vastness of Kazakhstan from the outside, when you enter the city, you are still firmly attracted by the unique prosperity of Kazakhstan.

Kazakhstan was not only the center of power of the empire, but also the center of the empire's elemental gemstones, where elemental gems transported from all over the country were processed into complex elemental cores that were used to manufacture and drive various elemental devices.

Therefore, the prosperity of the city of 100 pagodas is like a dream. Here, there are no horses in sight, all vehicles can run on their own, and the invisible forces allow them to drive in an orderly manner along the wide avenues.

On both sides of the avenue are rows of shops with floor-to-ceiling windows, and the glow of magic lamps shines out from behind them, looking like a rainbow falling on the ground from the outside. Tall golden golems walked along the avenue, their bodies glowing with metal in the morning sun. Except for Arcanis, no one cast a curious look at the golem beside him. Huge crystal screens stand tall on top of classic operas.

But the loud sound of the opera is muffled by the noisy voices of the people, not that the citizens of Kazakhstan like to speak loudly, but that there are too many people, and there are people everywhere.

The Elemental Cart delivered a batch of women with puppies and colorful feathers.

On the criss-crossing overpass, another group of citizens wearing ruffled jackets arrived.

They were neatly and brightly dressed, and Arkanis, dressed in unadorned brown clothes, looked like a poor man alive.

Although there are many people, they are not chaotic, they obey a certain order like an orderly element car on the avenue, stay where they should be, and take the road they should take. There are no itinerant vendors, and fruits and vegetables are neatly arranged in the shops, and water droplets on the surface glisten under magic lamps.

These are two different worlds from the outside of the walls, and the amazed Arcanis, staring intently, walking aimlessly with the crowd.

Until the sun climbs to the highest point in the sky, radiating a scorching light like a diamond in flames. Arcanis, who was walking on the overpass, remembered her purpose, and she stood at the top of the overpass, holding the railing with both hands and looking into the distance.

At this moment, a fresh breeze blew, it did not have the scorching heat of the summer wind, and it also carried the coolness that Arcanis was familiar with, which belonged to the forest, and relieved her of some of the heat.

Arcanis looked in the direction of the wind, her eyes widening slightly with a second surprise, and she thought she had seen a paradise.

It's hard to imagine that in a bustling city, there is such a vast garden. Patches of green are everywhere, white jade stone paths run through them, silver fountains dot the dense woods, and multi-storey apartments are dotted with lush rooftop gardens.

In the distance, at the edge of the garden, a group of strange buildings towered, and Arcanis's curious eyes peered through the gaps between the buildings on the edge to get a glimpse of the mysterious paradise within.

"This is the Academy?" she finally moved her gaze to the huge street sign under the bridge, which read: Kiss Gold District to Academy District.

Arcanis' heart was pounding, and his feet couldn't help but run downward. The flames that had been extinguished by the killing of the black-robed mage were burning again in her heart. She longed to be a member of the Occult Academy, to walk into that idyllic academy, to walk into the complex of buildings, to be a part of it.

As a veteran "detective" of the Church of Shadows, the yellow hat was half-kneeling on the ground, and his heart was pounding, which was the result of a mixture of curiosity and excitement. Although he is middle-aged, he still has the vigorous curiosity of young people in finding clues.

He squinted his eyes and found "spider silk" in a crack in a fallen cabinet on the ground. The yellow hat looked closely at the silver hairs clipped between the tweezers, and although they were shorter than a fly's feet, the yellow hat could determine that they had once come from someone's head.

"That guy. ”

Staring at those silver hairs, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

(1) Jeroc: Congratulations to Jeroc for breaking the book's record of twelve consecutive chapters without a name. (When I used to read books, I hated to see a lot of Western names, the tavern aunt came up with a name, the roadside gossip mercenary came with a bunch of names, and those authors sent names to the crows flying over the protagonist's head)