Chapter 739 The Young People of the Empire

As a noble, socializing with other nobles of similar levels is a part of social responsibility. Therefore, as the heirs of the same Duke of Protector, and as young nobles of similar age, Fundir Wilder and Elaven ·Of course we know Franklin, and they still have a certain personal relationship.

This personal relationship can basically be described as "each other is someone else's child."

In the Ansu era, in addition to the declining Cecil family, the heirs of the other three Dukes of the Protectorate were of similar age and similar status, and they all shouldered certain responsibilities, so it was inevitable that they would appear. Such a situation.

But this does not damage the friendship between them.

Elaven and Fundil have not seen each other for a long time. At this moment, they are reunited in Cecil City, which represents the forefront of the magic industry era. They both have the same purpose of studying. Naturally, they had a lot to talk about, but before that, there was a third person here.

Firm felt that he was in a trance. His traveling companion who had been traveling with him for half a month turned out to be the heir of the Duke of the North. This kind of thing that he would not dare to arrange in a drama happened in the real world. For a moment, he couldn't distinguish the boundary between dreaming and reality. The young man from the Barron area swayed a few times, and when he looked at Fendil again, his eyes were no longer so natural: "I... you... ..."

Findil waved and interrupted the other party before Firm continued: "Friend, stop, don't use honorifics and titles."

Film. With his eyes wide open, he didn't know how to continue.

Fendil couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He thought that his performance in staying close to civilians during the journey was pretty good, and he also believed that he had shortened the distance with this civilian friend as much as possible.

He carefully studied His Majesty Gawain Cecil's theories on the nature of the aristocratic system. Those theories opened the eyes of this young nobleman who was born and raised in the mountains of the north, and also made him yearn for it.

But perhaps, that is just the unreasonable yearning of overly impetuous young people after seeing deviant things.

When he left the northern mountains, he believed that he would be an outstanding "new style noble". He was willing to support the reforms of His Majesty Gawain Cecil and personally break the accumulation of the old Ansu nobles. He is so confident that he is the successor of the Duke of the North and a prominent nobleman. A nobleman like him is willing to break his own. With his identity already established, what could prevent him from becoming friends with one or more civilians?

But now he suddenly vaguely understood the meaning of what his aunt said to him when he was passing by Saint-Sunil -

"...you hold This kind of thinking shows that you are still arrogant. The barrier between nobles and common people cannot be broken by a noble simply "lowering down".

Findil was silent.He smiled and looked at Philm, who had nervousness in his eyes and a grunt in his expression.

That wall is really strong. His Majesty Gawain flattened the gravel ridge and penetrated the Holy Spirit Plain. A contract deprived the country of the privileges of the nobility, but the wall still stood stubbornly. In the human heart, stubbornness is like those frozen boulders in the north.

But northerners are often more stubborn than stones.

He reached out and patted Firm on the shoulder.

"Friend, relax, you are the creator of the Shadow Show - don't think about identity issues for the time being. Didn't you get the letter of introduction from the big businessman and go to meet Rebecca? "Your Highness?"

Film suddenly woke up from his astonishment. The mention of "Your Highness Rebecca" by Fendier instantly diverted his attention from the word "Heir to the Duke of the North". Come, the blond young man subconsciously touched the box he had been carrying in his hand - the box contained his brainchild, the hope for the revival of his family's theater troupe, and all the chips and expectations he had made to come to the South in a desperate move. All made his mood quickly return to normal.

Elaven on the side looked at Fendier with some curiosity: "You just mentioned the Shadow Show...what is that?"

"Ha, That’s a novel and interesting idea—if you’re interested, would you like to come along?”

……

Amidst warm cheers and salutes, Gawain left. A high platform for speeches.

Behind him, hundreds of runes on the magnificent classical arches of the Imperial Academy were shimmering, and the thick shield covering the door was gradually fading, as a symbol of the first teachers and students. They were walking through the gate, and the tall and thin Thantis Side, the dean of Imperial College, was standing at the door, watching the students enter the college with excited eyes.

Around the square, several large-scale holographic projections are playing in a loop, using simple and easy-to-understand short videos to introduce the main subjects of the Imperial College, the situation of the four branches, and the methods for Imperial citizens to apply for the college. and basic requirements for admission.

The citizens gathered in the square were gradually dispersing, but a considerable number of them remained in the square. They gathered around the holographic projections and curiously looked at the content introduced in the projections. Some of them were regretful. Everyone shook their heads, but some people had an inexplicable light shining in their eyes.

Gawain did not disturb all this, he returned to the magic car parked on the side of the square.

As soon as he sat down, a petite figure suddenly appeared on the seat next to Gawain. Amber was sitting there, looking in the direction of the Imperial Academy with her head raised.

"What a beautiful place...even more beautiful than your shabby palace..." the half-elf lady muttered, "you are really willing to spend money on this."

"This is the foundation of the country. No matter how many grand plans I have, they will ultimately be realized by people, and people... need these academies to train them," Gao Wen said with a smile, "Why, it's so difficultAre you also interested in going in to 'reheat' it? "

"I don't want to at all," Amber immediately turned around and glared, "The dignified intelligence chief failed to meet the standards in cultural classes and went to the academy to make up classes. How can I still be a little brat like that in the future? Maintain dignity in front of others? "

"...I didn't mention your cultural class either..."

"Isn't this obvious? I don't know how much I weigh? "

Gawain: "..."

After smiling helplessly, he shook his head: "What are those two young people doing? ”

“Visiting the city and experiencing life, they seem to be very interested in mixing among the common people and throwing aside the rules and propriety... But what can I say, there should be some observing on behalf of their respective families. I mean 'Cecile Order', but they didn't do anything extraordinary. "

"Let the young people relax a little," Gawain said with a smile. "The curiosity and enthusiasm of the young people are the most precious. "

"You sound a bit old-fashioned," Amber curled her lips, "And when did you become so tolerant of young people? Haven't you always said that the old forces, especially the young people in the old forces, need strict reform and re-education? "

Gawain did not answer immediately, but turned to look out the car window, looking at the figures walking into the academy.

"You can be more tolerant now," he said calmly Said, “After all, they are about to start school. "

...

Contrary to Firm's expectation, the Magical Technology Research Institute is not difficult to find, and even... is not too difficult to enter.

It is not far from the Imperial Academy. It is a tall and eye-catching combined building with a wide entrance and a square with a small fountain. It is completely different from the gloomy and solemn Mage Tower in Firm's imagination. Its entrance is also There are no scary arcane puppets or large armies guarding it. Although there are many people coming in and out, most of them are "ordinary people" wearing white short robes or blue uniforms - these people have no mage temperament at all, and their behavior is the same. .

After taking out the letter of introduction and the identity document issued by Saint-Sunil, and verifying the identification, the guard in front of the institute building kindly let him go.

Fendil and Elaven looked at each other.

As spell casters, they could see and be surprised. A completely different scene in Philm's eyes

This Magic Technology Research Institute has hundreds of magic monitoring devices of various sizes set up along the way from the square in front of the door to the entrance hall. There are countless hidden spell countermeasures and magic interference traps. The gate guards who look like ordinary people are actually armed to the teeth with magic equipment. Inside the building, powerful magic reaction sources are almost everywhere, which is frightening. .

The magic items here... really seemed to be free of charge.

The two young nobles couldn't help but tense up and pay more attention.Mind your words and deeds.

They did not reveal their aristocratic background, but only used ordinary "citizen certificates" (new gadgets under Cecil's order) and Firm's guarantee to gain access to this facility. , they didn’t want to cause trouble here, because that would not only mean a bad start to the journey to the south, but also mean the shame of the family’s reputation.

The three of them entered the Institute of Magical Technology and confirmed from the guide that Her Highness Rebecca was here. Then they followed the guide's instructions and boarded the lifting platform connecting each floor of the main building. Soon We arrived at the third floor of this large facility.

The spacious and bright corridors and neatly distributed laboratories, the researchers walking quietly in the corridors, the rune devices inlaid on the walls, and the magic creations everywhere...

Everything here was an eye-opener for the three young people.

Fendil couldn't help but feel emotional——

After seeing the scene here, he realized that the advanced "Highlander" was actually nothing more than that. .

"I have never seen such a magic experiment place," Elaine muttered in a low voice, "Father's magic laboratory is more like a dungeon than this one."

Film listened to the two duke heirs discussing the secrets involving the top nobles. He felt complicated and inexplicable in his heart. He was nervous and strangely excited, but he did not dare to speak casually.

But fortunately, his nervous and depressed state did not last long - they had already arrived at the entrance of the laboratory the guide mentioned.

Just as a researcher wearing short robes opened the door and walked out of the room, Fendil immediately stepped forward and explained the purpose of his group's visit.

"Are you looking for Her Majesty Rebecca?" The male researcher wearing a short robe and with a slightly backward hairline looked at the three people in front of him curiously, and then shook his head, "This Something happened, and she went out temporarily."

"Something happened?" Fendil asked curiously, and at the same time, he saw something inside the laboratory through the open door. scene.

Although it was not clear, something seemed to have exploded inside. Blackened fragments were embedded in the wall, smoke and dust were floating in the air, and there was a pungent smell in the air.

"Some daily by-products of experiments," the male researcher with a worrying hairline moved quietly to block the visitor's view, and raised his hand to point to a room at the end of the corridor, "Rebbe Your Highness Ka is over there in the lounge. You can go over and wait, but don't disturb her - she is adjusting herself."

Self-adjustment?

Findil and Elaven became even more confused about the imperial princess, whom they had heard about for a long time, and about this facility.During the daily operation, they became curious about the so-called "self-adjustment". They looked at each other, then took Firm, who was still a little confused, and walked towards the lounge at the end of the corridor.

The three of them came to the door of the lounge. Before they opened the door, they heard some faint sounds.

It was soft and soothing music, tinkling dong dong, so touching that Fendil, who was about to open the door, couldn't help but stop.

Then he pushed open the door more carefully and slowly.

In the brightly lit lounge, a girl wearing a simple long dress with a white short robe over the long dress was sitting in front of a piano, immersed in the performance.

The girl only had a side face. The light from above fell on her long light brown hair, casting a layer of bright shimmer on her long hair and casting a light shadow on her face. With a light shadow, her fingertips danced on the keys, her face was calm and indifferent, as if she had become one with the instrument, completely undisturbed by external objects.

The soft and soothing beautiful music flowed from the girl's fingertips and flowed throughout the room.

And there is not only a girl in this room, there are also several people wearing standard white robes sitting everywhere. They should also be researchers who come here to rest. At this moment, they all seem to have Immerse yourself in the girl's performance.

The three Firms who carefully opened the door and entered the house guessed that the girl playing the piano should be the rumored "Princess Rebecca". Fendier felt a little surprised because he had heard of it. Regarding some matters related to Her Royal Highness Rebecca, the rumored Her Royal Highness Princess does not seem to be a quiet person who can play the piano quietly. Elaine vaguely heard several researchers in the room talking in low voices:

"I didn't expect Her Highness Rebecca's musical talent to be so high..."

"Is this your first time listening to it?"

"Yes, my first time" Catching up once..."

"It is said that Her Highness Rebecca's music teacher was quite skilled back then..."

"No wonder..."