Day 3. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Without proof of residence in the Imperial Capital(1), the airship with a price of one gold refused to take Arkanis directly to Kazakhstan, the capital of the Hundred Towers, even though she had very rare elven blood (unfortunately only half of it).

As a result, Arcanis had no choice but to disembark from a small town near the imperial capital of Kazakhstan, and as soon as she jumped off the slightly shaky airboat, she ran impatiently off the airboat tower and ran out of the town.

The morning breeze brushed her cheeks and ruffled her silver hair, and the lazy Melly poked her head out of the wide hood, her fluttering silver hair tickling at it. Unlike the anxious Arcanis, Melly instead wants the half-elf to miss the registration time, and a senior god believer runs to the Ruofia Imperial Academy to study, what the hell is this?

Of course, it didn't think that Arcanis could be admitted to the Ruofia Imperial Academy, Melly could imagine it with her tail, as the best academy in the Empire, and at the same time a place to cultivate the young elite of the Empire, how could Arcanis with no identity background be admitted? Does she have a letter of recommendation? Does she have a noble name? Does she have any excellent ability certificates?

The kind of meritocracy, which ignores origins and connections, and charges high fees to stupid rich students to make a name for themselves on the mainland, only exists in the various adventure novels, which are published by popular fiction publishers. In particular, the famous Elven Popular Fiction Publishing House, Miracle Point, is the root of all evil.

A group of elven writers born in a peaceful and rich country subconsciously thought that the college should be like their university. And they always think that there must be a fully functional and influential underground slave farm in the dark Yunsi Continent. And the finale slave must be a female elf who was unfortunately captured by the evil god believers and sold as a slave when she was traveling, and her appearance may be ordinary (novels for female elves) or peerless (novels for male elves). Of course, the result must be saved by a handsome or ordinary male elf.

Because they all felt that even an ordinary-looking elf was more beautiful than the vast majority of humans.

But I have to say that this kind of novel published by Miracle Point Publishing is very popular with elves and Jofians. Because it miraculously satisfies the racial superiority of the elves and the worship and love of the Rafia for the elves.

Melly didn't want to see the former legendary ranger, Mericay's favored warrior, running to the home of the Scourge, pleading with the stark bureaucrats and suffering all kinds of troubles, just so that she could go to that academy.

But looking at her persistence, Merry knew that it couldn't stop her old friend who had lost her memory, even if it secretly bit the ticket.

The kitten sighed and retracted her head, intending to get some sleep.

As the graceful towers emerged from the horizon in the distance, the half-elf girl shouted happily, causing a wave of sideways glances from the travelers on the road.

Some shy half-elves, ignoring those strange gazes, the words of the ship's traveler rang in her ears.

"You're there when you see many tall and elegant magic towers. ”

She excitedly picked up her pace and began to gallop.

One tower followed another, and finally there were more and more towers, and Arcanis saw the tall walls rising from the horizon, and when the whole view of the city came into view, Arcanis took a deep breath, ran to a hill, and took in the view of the city, and was deeply shocked by the magnificence of the city.

Kazakh, the capital of a hundred towers, is an ancient city that dates back to the Silver Empire, when friendly elves helped the Zophia build this great city.

It looks like a spectacular city that only exists in fantasy.

The skyships are constantly visiting, 40 meters high, with golden walls carved with faint glowing magic patterns, metal magic cannons on the walls, moats under the walls that can drive warships, and steel gates weighing 1,000 tons. None of them are as eye-catching as the tower.

The magic towers that can firmly catch the eyeballs, the product of the help of the elves and the symbol of Kazakhstan, they stand tall in the sky, standing in the huge imperial capital, around the central council, the highest authority of the empire, extending in four directions, east, south, north, west,

Within the city, one magic tower was almost next to another, and when the queue reached the outside of the city walls, the distance between them suddenly lengthened, from hundreds of meters to miles.

They are the nerves of imperial power, and through these towers, the empire is able to transmit its supreme, unified will to all parts of the empire.

If the Kazakh Magic Tower is the first to catch the eye of a visitor who is witnessing the whole of Kazakhstan for the first time, then the next moment, his eyes will inevitably be drawn to the Central Council.

The Central Council in the center of Kazakhstan, the starting point of the queue of magic towers in the four directions of the south, east, west, and west, is a splendid domed building. In the center of the roof, there is a tower much taller than the other magic towers, and even an airship usually doesn't fly higher than it. Humans simply can't build such a tall magic tower, it was built by the elves themselves.

It is the brain of the empire, the supreme power. The supreme, unified will arises from it. On the polished walls of the Central Council, the family crests of the four Eternal Families are carved, corresponding to the four directions of the south, east, west, and northwest, symbolizing the power of the Eternal Family that is not subject to the influence of time.

Arcanis, who was running like a puppy, on the paved stone road, finally ran to the great city gate. Even though they had seen it from afar, the half-elves were still amazed by the huge gate that hung in the air. She couldn't help but stop, raised her head, looked up at the one-meter-thick city gate, and sighed in her heart for her insignificance.

Kazakhstan is not only a huge and spectacular city, but also a fantastic city, where you can see all kinds of magical devices powered by elemental gems. For example, the magic winch of this city gate can easily lift it in seconds or slowly lower it.

Everyone who passes by the gates can see a huge carved pattern on the metal gate, which is a leaf and a spring bird standing behind a leaf and holding a petiole in its mouth. There are four gates in Kazakhstan, and each gate has four carved patterns of the family crest of the eternal nobles.

Arcanis was no exception, just as she was amazed by the subtlety of the carved details.

In the distant Livia Forest, a man in a brown cloak, carrying a bull's-eye lamp and wearing his trademark yellow hat was also surprised at the door. It's just that the door in front of him is just a magic door of ordinary size, no different from rotten wood, it has lost the function of the door, it has become two halves, leaning against the wall of the tunnel that is not deep.

The yellow hat's gaze focused on a white bone in the corner of the wall that was missing half of his head, and he had always been calm, his eyes widened, and after a long time, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"The Prince of the High Lies is above!"

(1) The strange thing is that the airboat to the imperial capital will require passengers to show the imperial capital household registration certificate, but walking into the imperial capital from the ground is not required. Most likely, this is because the two sides are governed by different sectoral bodies.