The Triangle Tower City, one of the lower towns ruled by the Simbyl family.

This family was once a well-known field military nobleman in the eastern realm of the Empire, and had strong authority in the vast plains south of Icewind Dale.

Historically, the Simbir family has repelled more than a dozen raids by the Heavenly Emperor's Land Assault Fleet, and finally cooperated with the Imperial Army to stop them east of the mountain fortress, and is one of the great nobles with both meritorious and military power.

However, even such a powerful local nobleman, under the orders of Axel, a land defender who originally had great prestige in the eastern border, had to give up his family's original power in the eastern border and became one of the commanders of the imperial capital Xiacheng.

That's not really a bad thing for them.

The Triangle Tower is a huge alchemy tower, a local landmark, it is 395 meters high, and the area under its jurisdiction has a high-quality population of more than one million, more than a dozen large alchemy workshops, and has production lines ranging from armored cargo vehicles to military armor, as well as extremely developed alloy smelters.

Almost all the industrial alchemy products of the imperial capital, including but not limited to agricultural machines, fertilizers, weeders, communication equipment and various types of alchemy machinery, are produced here, in addition, some special sublimation materials and sublimation plants are also built here.

If the Simbyl family was originally just a native of the East—a bit of a force of arms—then they are now part of the Imperial Capital's inner power circle, wielding power that is respected by any force in the world.

At least, for the Simbir family, who were originally important allies of Axel, this choice can be said to be a big profit.

Ian walks the streets of the lower town, where people follow the sidewalks and vehicles follow the sturdy roads.

Orderly, lively, full of life - there is always plenty of goods in the shops, which are constantly being sold, the guards who patrol the streets do not blackmail the citizens, and the people here are hospitable, welcoming outsiders to settle in this welcoming city and are more than happy to help show the way.

"No, thanks, I know how to go. Well, it's true that I've only been here for a short time, but I know the way. ”

Ian politely declined the warm invitation of two ladies and a gentleman to lead the way, and he was a little impressed by the friendliness of the inhabitants of the imperial capital.

On the way back to Midtown, Ian brought a gift he had prepared for Mofeng: his handwritten account of the Great Labyrinth of the South China Sea.

Based on observations, Ian determined that the wind elf named Inkwind was very fond of this kind of book in the form of a biography, and that the adventures related to the labyrinth and various mysterious relics of pre-era civilizations were even better - her own adventures in the South Seas happened to be her favorite type.

And as a handwritten book, as a gift with absolute sincerity, the boy believes that the other party will definitely be very satisfied.

Imperial Capital Midtown, 3rd floor.

At this time, the third layer area is shrouded in a layer of hazy mist, which is used to settle and absorb dust and various possible toxic substances purification means, the hazy fog will gradually turn into a light rain down the eaves and fall to the ground, and then submerge into the developed water circulation system in the middle of the imperial capital, and after purification, it will flow into the natural water system around the imperial capital.

Following the address left by Birch, Ian soon arrived at Mofeng's address.

It is a small southern-style building with a tiled red roof, with a rather tall and damp-proof base, but in the imperial capital, this structure is only a personal hobby of the builder. On the third floor, or rather in a spire, there is a small library surrounded by transparent glass, which can be imagined as if its owner was reading a book from a high place on a regular basis.

In addition, there are a lot of weeds and wildflowers planted in the front yard of the small building. Yes, weeds, carefully planted and fertilized, they are quite vigorous, with all kinds of variegated flowers, and in the center of a pile of weeds there is an artificial beehive, and many bees are flying in the weed garden.

"It seems that this lovely fairy lady has a different way of understanding natural landscapes. But I have to say that this is the most natural way to grow it – and it's really easy to worry about. ”

This is Ian's evaluation, he doesn't think there's anything wrong with weeds, but he simply doesn't know that he should stand at the door and shout 'I'm coming!' Or try to find the doorbell there.

How exactly do goblins greet guests?

Obviously, though, not really. A bee in the hive saw Ian and flew around him, and the door to the small building opened.

Ian walked down the path covered by blades of grass to the building, the door was already open, and he could even hear Birch saying that he was coming to pick him up.

But it was another goblin who came to open the door for him.

- Purple ink with the scent of books.

That was Ian's first thought.

The light flowing from the small building with a warm orange hue spilled out of the door, illuminating the figure of the white-haired boy, while a fairy girl in a dark purple dress floated in the air, her dark eyes flashing with curiosity, smiling and nodding at him.

She had beautiful long dark purple hair, but when she looked closely, she found that the hair was actually some kind of fluid, just gently held by the wind and flowing in the air, and her dark eyes were like ink, bringing a trace of inky ripples in the air.

No, it's not just that...... The opponent's entire body, whether it was the slender wrists or the long pointed ears, the flowing dragonfly wings or the wizard's hat on the head, were all made of some kind of fluid, mist and wind!

- This goblin is an ink-and-wash style painting style?!

Is there still an abstract goblin in the future? With the light on it, it seems that this is not impossible......

Ink Wind Ink Wind ...... It's really ink and wind......

"First meeting in reality." At this moment, the purple-haired Miss Ink Wind greeted happily, her tone was quite familiar, obviously for the goblins, there was no difference between reality and imaginary, she already felt that Ian was an acquaintance who had officially met: "Come in, Birch and Frostbutterfly are waiting." ”

"Yes......"

Surprised by Mo Feng's realistic painting style, Ian walked into the small building.

Then he realized that this was not so much a house as a small library in the shape of a small building.

The four walls are littered with books, and all sorts of books and anthologies are neatly arranged on their label-laden shelves, with only a lounge piece of furniture resembling a hydration chair in the center.

And Birch and Frostbutterfly happened to come down from the second floor: "Ian, are you here?" "Father~"

They had apparently been chatting with Mofeng before, as they were accompanied by the same style of hydration chairs on the ground.

"This is where the elves often meet in the imperial capital, but I'm usually taking care of it."

Ink Wind said softly, her tone was like a breeze, blowing through the courtyard with a burst of flowers, and Ian smiled and gave the gift she had prepared, causing the fairy lady to make an unexpected voice: "Ah, this is ...... What did you write in your own hand? ”

"It's still a labyrinth adventure - I've been wanting to ask about this since I heard what Hua Di said, but I didn't expect you to write a book directly, it's really good!"

It turns out that even a 'book' goblin like Mo Feng is just as lively when he is happy.

After Inkwind happily pulled out a bag of human-sized hydration chairs from the basement, Ian sat down on the cool, soft chair with the other elves and began to listen to the elves chatting happily in the afternoon, while happily taking out a copy from Miss Inkwind's private collection and flipping through it.

Because of the rather appetizing gift, Miss Murphy readily agreed to Ian's request to borrow it, and even agreed to take it back to read it slowly. He didn't need to, but he was happy.

A good gift can indeed make a friend more effective with half the effort.

Soon, however, Ian lifted his head from the book because of a key word and began to listen to the goblins' unbridled chatter.

That key word, of course, is 'Lonely Mountain Meeting'.