The inner and outer islands of Seran are in the shape of a moon and stars. And between the two islands, the sea is flat and wide, the water is blue and blue, every night falls, the stars are clear, if floating and sinking, it is named "Star Sea" by the Seran people, it is a rare beauty.

On the inner island above the sea of stars, there is the Gray Tower of the Nine Towers, to the north, the hill of the sages, to the south, is the city of Sindwar, known as the "Arcane Pearl", with many towers and scholars, under the direct jurisdiction of the Council of the Nine Rings.

The outer islands east of the sea of stars are ruled by six mage lords. According to the grading standard of the mages of Therland, they are all archmages of the seventh or even eighth rings, which is enough to shock one side and protect the territory and the people. And the plains around Dover are the Seven Rings of Alpha, the territory of the "Mirror Princess" Desiris.

In terms of area alone, Thrand is a circle larger than the Torm Federation. However, neither the ice and gravel mountains in the north nor the "Book of Giants" in the south are suitable for farming. The salt pond wetland and harp county in the central part of the country have poor soil and salty water, and although they are produced, they are only self-sufficient.

Because of this, the whole island depends on the city of Dover for food needs. In addition, this is the only foreign port in Thurland, and there is a constant stream of ships coming and going, but due to their self-contained nature, none of the ships go to the mainland, and only the profit-seeking Torm merchants will occasionally come here to buy some rare things.

On December 27, the smoke cleared.

Five miles south of Dover, the black-haired young man sat on the boundary stone on the side of the road, rubbing his sore legs and feet. Through the shade of the yellow and green trees, beams of sunlight shine through, miserable white, and there is no sense of warmth.

Beside him, a large dog with yellow and black fur squatted on the ground. Both ears are straight and energetic. Thanks to the life-sharing contract, it was seriously injured and dying a few days ago, but now it is alive and kicking, and even the old wound on its leg has healed.

"Simba. Come here. Allegri beckoned, beckoning to his pet. But as expected, the big dog only glanced sideways at him, and then sat down like a proud lion.

"If I knew this was the case, I wouldn't have given you this name. Allegri muttered quietly, after all this period of displacement, his whole body had lost weight, and his cheeks were sunken. His face was weak and he looked sick. As the magic crystals in his body were sucked out, his violet eyes turned black again, and with his long hair and messy beard, he looked like he was twenty years old.

While still in the beach cemetery, Allegri used to wash his clothes naked. But it was hard to climb the cliff. and trekked hard to get here, the already tattered robe. It's getting dirtier and messier. The pair of clogs on his feet were given to him by a kind farmer not long ago.

It was in that olive field that he tasted his first pasta meal in days. The black bread mixed with the bran was thick and hard in the mouth, but Allegri swallowed three pieces in a row until he found that the farmer's lunch had been wiped out by himself. He apologized apologly.

"Nothing. Allegri was so touched by the smile that he stayed at the farmer's house for the night, and when he left the next day, the farmer's wife prepared a sack of dry food for him. I also gave him a pair of old shoes by the way. Finally, he didn't have to walk barefoot anymore, and Allegri even walked a little briskly.

"What a good person, when I am developed, I must repay their kindness. He got up and touched the big dog's head, the chicken soup at dinner was so delicious that he almost bit his tongue, and the big dog "Simba" was also waiting for the bones under the table, gnawing happily.

Wang, the big dog barked twice, and went first. Allegri followed it with an oak stick. The city of Dover is getting closer and closer, and the tall towers are pointing to the sky, and from afar, you can see bright patterns of magic and the overflowing arcane light.

Dover, one of the brightest jewels on the east coast of the island of Therland.

Among the six mage territories on the outer islands, the gravel mountains are bitterly cold, the black pine forests are gloomy, the salt pond wetlands are barren, and the southern highlands are barren, except for Dover and Harp County, which have a warm climate and dense population. But when it comes to the abundance of goods and the prosperity of the city, then the latter can only bow down.

Looking up at this magnificent city, Allegri felt a sense of excitement. Unlike the cities on the mainland, Dover has no walls or moats, and stands on the plains like a noble lady, lazily probing a jade hand into the blue sea.

But if there are no city walls, it does not mean that Dover will expand outward with impunity. Every street, every house, is neat and unobtrusive, and it is clear that it has been cleverly planned.

Allegri has to admit that it is a beautiful city.

Different urban areas, built with different stones, are either blue or white, and the tones are plain and elegant. He entered the city along the main road, and every street was unusually clean, with no cluttered vendors' stalls, only rows of shops. Most of them are three-storey small buildings, the stone pillars at the corners of the eaves have exquisite carvings or reliefs, and the shopkeeper with a peaceful expression sits behind the table and is busy with the work at hand. Occasionally looking up at the glass, he will not actively solicit customers. Even the signs, which were elegant and unconventional, some of them looming, and Allegri guessed that they might glow at night.

"Excuse me, please excuse me. A crisp voice came from behind him, and a carriage without horses scurled over the hard stone road. The little girl who poked her head out kindly reminded him that Allegri had found that the wide street was divided into three parts, and that he was walking in the middle of the road, while the other pedestrians were on the other side of the flower beds and the vegetation.

"Don't scream, Simba, we're on the wrong track. The big dog barked in dissatisfaction, and Allegri quickly patted it on the head and pulled it to the side of the road.

The carriage passed, there was no horse-pulled, and the wheels rotated. Allegri looked curiously, his eyes were too busy in this strange city.

Sure enough, on the axle, he saw the magic light flickering again. It is worthy of the island of Seland, worthy of the holy land of mages, I am afraid that even the horses have been eliminated.

Tuk tuk, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Allegri touched his face. It was a little uncomfortable to be stabbed by the stubble.

The middle-aged mage who came on horseback, with a long sword at his waist, glanced at Allegri suspiciously, and commanded, "You, stop. ”

In the beginning. Allegri didn't realize that the other party was shouting about himself.

Because there are so many things to attract here. Two unmanned magic brooms cooperate with each other to sweep the pale red fallen leaves into a pile, and the metal barrel opens its mouth and sucks it, and the wind system magic circle automatically activates, sucking the garbage on the ground into the body. The water spirits swimming in the fountains, jumping on the splashes, and the owls standing on the street lamps. The two eyes seemed to be squinting, and they always felt like they were smiling at him.

"Tell me about you, beggar. The middle-aged mage turned over and dismounted, and walked straight in front of Allegri, his face was thin and solemn, his robe was pointed, and his left cuff was cuffed. Decorated with four white rings.

This is also the most common attire for roadside pedestrians. In Dover, both men and women, young and old, like to wear mage robes, and of course, women who love beauty tend to slim their waists or match them with some ornaments. to reflect their swaying style.

Allegri scratched his head in confusion, and it took a long time to realize that his destitute appearance really looked like a homeless man begging along the road.

"It turns out that you are the legendary dog beater. He looked at the oak stick in his hand. Muttered to himself. fell into this situation, and could only laugh at himself.

"Municipal Security Bureau, Street Patrol Mage Zhanawa," the middle-aged mage took out a silver badge, shook it in front of him, and said solemnly, "According to the City Lord's Mirror Tower Decree, third-class citizens are not allowed to enter Baicheng District. ”

"Oh?" Allegri shook his head and smiled bitterly, it turned out that Dover was only bright on the surface, but he was still hierarchical on the inside, even compared to the countries of the mainland, it was even better. Don't forget, even in the holy city of Lanken, there is only one forbidden area, the White Tower, and other places such as the Cathedral of Cotia are open to the general public.

"Get out of here quickly, and if you dare to do it again, you will be thrown into prison. The middle-aged mage named "Zhanawa" seemed to be severe, but he didn't really punish him, and even reminded him at the end.

Judging by his words and deeds, he looked like a cold-faced and warm-hearted person, Allegri thought to himself. Although the other party called him a beggar, which was annoying, how different was he from a beggar like he was now?

"If you do, you'll be out of luck. Zhanawa urged.

"My lord, where should I go?" Allegri asked tentatively, not knowing where the White City was, or if there was any Black City.

"You're not a local?" Zanava frowned, he had already heard something strange about the other party's accent, but he didn't think much of it. After all, back in the days of the Magic Empire, the standard continental lingua franca of the continent was prescribed with thirty-six sounds, plus Allegri's accent, which was heavily influenced by Illo and Herseus, and was not much different from the island of Thurland.

"Uh...... Yes. Allegri nodded, then shook his head, his answer slurred. He did not want to and did not dare to reveal the truth until the attitude of the Serans towards the mainland was determined.

"Where are you from?" Zanavara pulled him behind the street tree to avoid being spotted by the Lord.

"North, North......" Allegri pointed casually, deliberately stammering, looking terrified as if he had never seen the world.

"North, Salt Marsh," Zanava asked, incredulously, "how did you come to Dover?"

"By boat, my lord, I'm ...... I'm a sailor," taking advantage of this time, Allegri finally figured out a clue, or rather, made up an identity, "I thought that the first time I went to sea, I would ......"

"What's the matter?" asked Zhanawa. Dover was a busy port city, and he had seen many shipwrecked sailors.

"Winds, rains, ......waves," replied Allegri, patting his chest and trembling as if his lingering palpitations had not subsided, "the ship capsized, and Uncle Brooke, who brought me on board, did not know whether he was dead or alive...... I managed to drift ashore, and on a beach to the south, there were bones of small beasts everywhere, but it frightened me......"

"Oh, it's the pet graveyard set up by Lady Desiris. Zhanawa nodded, believing a little more. He looked up and looked around, and pointed tirelessly, "You go east, and after three blocks, turn right along the statue of Olin...... Until the stone of the building turns into green bricks, it is the dock area...... Go to the tavern over there, inquire about the boat you are on, and the whereabouts of your uncle, and then make plans. ”

"Thank you, sir," Allegri looked up blankly, "but along what?"

"Alas, if you go alone, if you meet the Commander on the way, you will inevitably be whipped," Seeing his confused face, Zhanawa sighed, "Forget it, I'll take you there." ”

The middle-aged mage waved slightly, and his mount leaned over meekly. It should have signed a magic pet contract, Allegri thought to himself, his memory is outstanding, how can he not remember the way, but in this strange city, it is rare to meet a kind person, so he has to be cheeky and ask more news.

"Trouble sir. Allegri followed behind Zhanawa and motioned for the big dog to follow.

"It's okay," the middle-aged mage waved his hand, and seeing that the big dog seemed to have spirituality, he asked casually, "Where did you pick up this dog?"

"That's the graveyard. Allegri replied honestly.

"Then it's no wonder, it should be a demon pet abandoned by the owner. Zhanawa retracted his gaze and asked no more, but Allegri asked cautiously, "My lord, why do you have four white stripes on your sleeve?"

"You don't have a mage there?" Hearing this, Zhanawa was very puzzled, on this island of Therland, there is no shortage of mages, who can throw a stone at will, and they can hit three or five.

"Our village is in the mountains, there are only a dozen families, and there have been mage apprentices, but after they went out, they never came back...... If Uncle Brooke hadn't taken me to sea, I would never have been out of the village. Allegri replied, wanting to make sure that Thran was indeed following the old system of the Magic Empire, as he had been rumored.

"I see. Zhanawa did not suspect that the Mages of the Isle of Thrand were divided into old and new factions, and that some of the Old Mages did have a tradition of disowning them from their families after accepting them.

"This is a standard mage robe, four rings, which means that I am a four-ring mage. Seeing that Allegri was still glancing at his sleeve, Zanava paused, but still answered for him.

Allegri nodded, and followed him eastward. The bizarre magical journey has begun.

... (To be continued......)