As nobles, social activities with other nobles of similar levels are a part of their social responsibilities. Therefore, as the heirs of the Duke of the Protectorate, as young nobles of similar age, Fendil Wild and Eleven Franklin Of course they know each other, and they still have a certain personal relationship.

This personal relationship can basically be described as "the child of someone else's family".

In the Ansu era, in addition to the already declining Cecil family, the heirs of the other three protector dukes were similar in age and status, and they all shouldered certain responsibilities. Such a situation would inevitably occur.

But this did not hurt their friendship.

Eleven and Fendil haven't seen each other for a long time. At this moment, Cecil City, which represents the leading edge of the magical industrial era, is meeting again, and they both have the same purpose of studying. Naturally they have a lot of things they want Talk, just before that, there is a third person here.

Film felt his spirit was a little embarrassing. The travel companion who had been with him for half a month turned out to be the heir of the Duke of the North. The boundary between dreaming and reality, the young man from the Barron area shook his body twice, and when he looked at Fendil, his eyes were no longer so natural: "I ... you ..."

Fendil waved and interrupted each other before Fillm continued: "Friend, stop, don't use honorifics and honorifics."

Fillm's eyes widened, and for a moment he didn't know how to proceed.

Fendil could not help but sigh.

He believes that he is not bad in being close to the civilians during the trip, and that he has as close as possible to this civilian friend.

He has carefully studied His Majesty Gavin Cecil's theories about the nature of the aristocratic system, and those theories have opened the eyes of this young aristocrat who grew up in the mountains in the north, and longed for it.

But maybe it was just the unreasonable longing of young people who were too impatient after seeing things that were apostate.

When he left the mountains in the north, he thought he would be an outstanding "new aristocracy". He was willing to support the reforms of His Highness Gavin Cecil, and to break down the decaying barriers accumulated by the old Ansu nobles. He is so confident in this ancient country, because he is the heir of the Duke of the North, a prominent nobleman, and a big nobleman like him is willing to break his identity, what else? Can you stop him from becoming friends with one or more civilians?

But now he suddenly understood vaguely what he meant by his aunt when he passed by Saint Sunil—

"... you hold such an idea, it shows that you are still arrogant, and the barriers between nobles and civilians cannot be broken by a noble‘ get down ’.”

Fendil smiled silently, looking nervous in his eyes, with a stunned Fillm in his expression.

That wall is really strong. His Majesty Gao Wen blasted the crushed rock ridges and penetrated the Holy Spirit Plain. A contract of deprivation of the nation ’s aristocratic privileges, but the wall still stood firmly, standing in the heart, as if stubborn Those frozen boulders in the north.

But northerners are often more stubborn than stones.

He reached out and patted Firma's shoulder hard.

"Friend, relax, but you are the creator of the Phantom Drama-for now, don't think about any identity issues. Didn't you take the letter of introduction from that big businessman and go to meet His Highness Rebecca?"

Film woke up from a sudden moment, and the "His Highness Rebecca" mentioned by Fendil instantly shifted his attention from the word of the heir to the Duke of the North. The blonde young man touched it subconsciously. Touching the box he was carrying in his hand-in the box was his brainchild, the hope of recovery at the troupe in the family, all the chips and expectations that he desperately came to the South, all of which quickly returned his mood to normal.

Elaine looked a little curiously towards Fendil: "You mentioned the shadow drama ... what's that?"

"Ha, that's a new and interesting idea-if you're interested, would you like to come together?"

...

In the warm cheers and salute, Gao Wen left the high platform of the speech.

Behind him, hundreds of runes on the magnificent classical arches of Imperial College were shimmering, and the thick shield covering the gate was gradually receding. The first teachers and students as a symbol were entering the gate, the Empire The dean of the college, the tall and thin Santisside, was standing at the door, watching the students step into the college with excited eyes.

Around the square, several large-scale holographic projections are being played in a loop. The main subjects of the Imperial College are introduced in an easy-to-understand video, the situation of the four branches, the methods of applying for the Imperial Citizens College, and the basic conditions for admission.

Citizens gathered on the square are gradually dispersing, but a considerable part remains on the square, they are surrounded by those holographic projections, and curiously watching the content introduced in the projection, some people are shaking their heads with regret, but others have eyes Inexplicable light flashed.

Gao Wen didn't bother, he returned to the magic car parked on the side of the square.

As soon as he was seated, a petite figure suddenly emerged from the seat next to Gao Wen. Amber sat there, scratching his head and staring at the direction of Imperial College.

"What a beautiful place ... even more beautiful than your shabby palace ..." muttered Miss Half Elf. "You are really willing to spend money on this."

"This is the root of the country. No matter how ambitious my plan is, it will ultimately be realized by people, and people ... need these colleges to cultivate," Gao Wen said with a smile. "Why, are you interested in going in? 'Come back'? "

"I don't want to at all," Amber immediately turned his head and stared, "The imperial Imperial Military Intelligence Director's cultural class didn't meet the standards and ran to the academy to make up for the lesson. How can I maintain the majesty in front of the little rabbits?"

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

"Is this unknown? I still don't know how much I weigh?"

Gao Wen: "..."

After a helpless smile, he shook his head: "What are those two young men doing?"

"Visit the city and experience life. They seem to be interested in mingling among civilians and setting aside rules and regulations ... But how to say, there should also be some meaning to observe the 'Cecilian Order' instead of their respective families. Right, but they didn't do anything extraordinary. "

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

"You're a bit old-fashioned," Amber said, "and when have you been so forgiving to young people? Haven't you always said that the old forces, especially the young people in the old forces, need to be strictly reformed and reeducated?"

Gao Wen didn't answer the first time, but turned to look out the window, watching the figures who were entering the college.

"You can be more forgiving now," he said lightly. "After all, they are about to start school."

...

To Film's expectations, the Magic Technology Institute was not difficult to find, and it wasn't even too difficult to enter.

It is not far from the Imperial College. It is a tall and eye-catching combination building with an open entrance and a square with a small fountain. It is completely different from the gloomy mage tower in Film's imagination, and there is no doorway. Terrible arcane urns and a large number of army guards, although there are many people in and out, but most of them are ordinary people in white robes or blue uniforms-these people have no mage temperament, and they behave in the same way.

After taking out the letter of introduction and the identification document issued by Saint-Sunier and verifying the verification of the witnesses, the guards in front of the institute building were kindly released.

This surprised Film a bit.

Fendil and Eleven looked at each other.

As casters, they can see a completely different scene from Film's eyes.

This magic technology research institute, from the square in front of the door to the entrance hall, has hundreds of magic monitoring devices, large and small, along with magic countermeasures and magic interference traps that do not know how many are hidden. The gate guards of ordinary people are actually armed with magic gear to their teeth. Inside the building, the sources of powerful magic reactions are almost everywhere, and it is scary.

The magic items here ... it really feels like no money.

The two young nobles couldn't help but tighten their nerves, paying more attention to their words and deeds.

They did not reveal their aristocratic background, but just used ordinary "citizen documents" (new gadgets under the order of Cecil) and the guarantee of Film to get access to this facility, and they did not want to mess here Trouble, because it not only means that the journey to the south has a bad start, but it also means the shame of the family reputation.

The three entered the Magic Technology Institute and confirmed from the guide that His Highness Rebecca was here. Then they followed the instructions of the guide and boarded the lifting platform connecting the various floors of the main building. They quickly arrived at this large facility. Third floor.

Large and bright corridors and neatly distributed laboratories, researchers walking quietly in the corridors, rune installations inlaid on the walls, magical creations everywhere ...

Everything here is eye-opening for the three young people.

Fendil couldn't help feeling-

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

"I've never seen such a magic laboratory," Elaine muttered in a low voice. "My father's magic laboratory is more like a dungeon than here."

"It's the same for my aunt ... No, it could be worse," Fendil shook his head. "Aunt's ability to organize things is a disaster, but she doesn't allow anyone to get involved in her magic experiments."

Firm was listening to the two duke's heirs discussing the secrets involving the top nobles, feeling complex and inexplicable, nervous and strangely excited, but afraid to speak at will.

Fortunately, his tense state didn't last long--they had reached the door of the laboratory that the guide said.

Just as a researcher in a short robe pushed open the door and walked out of the room, Fendil immediately stepped forward and explained the purpose of his party.

"Are you looking for His Highness Rebecca?" The male researcher in a short robe, slightly behind his hairline, curiously looked at the three in front of him, then shook his head, "There is something wrong here, she Go out temporarily. "

"Is something wrong?" Fendil asked curiously, while the light in the corner of his eyes saw the scene in the laboratory through the open door.

Although it is hard to see, there seems to be something exploding inside, the scorched fragments inlaid on the wall, and smoke and dust floating in the air, and a pungent odor came from the air.

"Some daily experimental by-products," the worried male researcher on the hairline moved quietly, obstructing the visitor's vision, and raised his finger to a room at the end of the corridor. "His Highness Rebecca is over the lounge You can just wait, but don't bother her-she's adjusting herself. "

Self-adjusting?

Fendil and Eleven were more puzzled. They were curious about the long-earned Empire Princess, the daily operation of the facility, and the so-called "self-adjustment". They took a look at each other and took them with them. Still a little at a loss, Philm headed for the lounge at the end of the corridor.

The three came to the entrance of the lounge, and before they opened the door, they heard some faint voices.

It was a soft and soothing piece of music, Ding Ding Dang, touching, so that Fendil who was preparing to push the door couldn't help but stop.

Then he opened the door more carefully and slowly.

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

The girl had only a side face, and the light shining from above fell on her light brown long hair, a long layer of bright shimmer was cast on the long hair, and a light shadow was cast on her face. Her finger The tip flew on the keys, his face was quiet and indifferent, as if he had been integrated with the instrument, completely free from the trouble of foreign objects.

The gentle 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 in white robes sitting everywhere. They should also be researchers who come here to rest. At this moment, they seem to have been immersed in the girl's performance.

Film, who carefully pushed the door into the house, speculated that the girl who was playing the piano should be the rumored "Princess Rebecca". Fendil felt a bit surprised because he had heard some about His Highness Rebecca It seems that Her Royal Highness Princess is not a quiet person who can quietly play the piano. Elaine faintly heard several researchers in the room talking in a low voice:

"I did not expect His Highness Rebecca's musical talent would be so high ..."

"This is the first time you've heard?"

"Yeah, I caught up for the first time ..."

"It is said that His Highness Rebecca's music teacher was quite competent ..."

"No wonder……"