Sword of Dawn

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"Let the young people relax a little bit," Gao Wen said with a smile, "Young people's curiosity and enthusiasm are the most precious."

"Your tone is a bit old-fashioned," Amber curled her lips. "And when have you been so tolerant to young people? Don't you always say that the old forces, especially the young people in the old forces, need to be strictly reformed and re-educated?"

Gao Wen didn't answer immediately, but turned his head to look out the car window, looking at the figures who were walking into the academy.

"Now we can be more tolerant," he said lightly, "after all, they are about to start school."

……

Contrary to Film's expectations, the Institute of Magic Technology is not difficult to find, and even... not too difficult to enter.

It is not far from the Imperial College. It is a tall and eye-catching composite building with a wide entrance and a square with a small fountain. It is completely different from the gloomy and solemn mage tower that Film imagined. It also has no entrance. Scary arcane puppets and a large army guarded it. Although there were many people coming in and out, most of them were "ordinary people" in white tunics or blue uniforms-these people didn't have the temperament of a mage at all, and their behavior was the same.

After taking out the letter of introduction and the identity documents issued by Saint-Sunil, and checking the witnesses, the guards in front of the institute building kindly let them go.

This made Film quite surprised and surprised.

Fendil and Eleven looked at each other.

As spellcasters, they can see a completely different scene from what Film saw.

From the square in front of the gate to the entrance hall, this institute of magic technology has set up hundreds of magic power monitoring devices along the way, as well as countless hidden magic countermeasures and magic power interference traps. The gate guards of 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 don't seem to cost money.

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

They didn't reveal their aristocratic background, but just used ordinary "citizen certificates" (a new gadget under Cecil's order) and Film's guarantee to get the opportunity to enter this facility, and they didn't want to mess with them here. Trouble, because that would not only mean a bad start to the journey to the south, but also a disgrace to the family's reputation.

The three of them entered the Institute of Magic Technology, and confirmed from the guide that His Royal Highness Rebecca was here. Then they followed the guide's instructions and boarded the lifting platform connecting the various floors of the main building, and soon arrived at this large facility. on the third floor.

Spacious and bright corridors and neatly distributed laboratories, researchers walking quietly in the corridors, rune devices inlaid on the walls, magical creations that can be seen everywhere...

Everything here opened the eyes of 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've never seen such a place for magic experiments," Eleven muttered in a low voice, "Father's magic laboratory is more like a dungeon than here."

"Auntie's is the same... no, it might be worse," Fendil shook his head, "Auntie's ability to organize things is a disaster, but she doesn't allow anyone to interfere with her magic experiments."

Listening to the two heirs of the duke discussing the secrets involving the top nobles, Film felt complicated and inexplicable in his heart, nervous and strangely excited, but he didn't dare to speak casually.

But fortunately, his tense and depressed state didn't last long—they had already arrived at the door of the laboratory that the guide mentioned.

Just when a researcher in a short robe opened the door and walked out of the room, Fendil immediately stepped forward and explained the purpose of his group.

"Are you looking for His Royal Highness Rebecca?" The male researcher in a short robe with a slightly pushed back hairline looked at the three people in front of him curiously, then shook his head, "There is something wrong here, she Out for now."

"Something happened?" Fendil asked curiously, and at the same time, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scene in the laboratory through the open door.

Although I can't see clearly, it seems that something has exploded inside. The scorched fragments are embedded on the wall, and smoke and dust are floating in the air, and there is a pungent smell in the air.

"Some daily experimental by-products." The male researcher with a worrying hairline moved his body calmly, blocking the visitor's view, and pointed to a room at the end of the corridor, "His Royal Highness Rebecca is at the lounge , you can go over and wait, but don't disturb her—she is adjusting herself."

self-regulation?

Fendil and Eleven became more puzzled. They were curious about the imperial princess whom they had heard about, the daily operation of this facility, and the so-called "self-adjustment". They looked at each other and took Still somewhat at a loss, Film walked towards the lounge at the end of the corridor.

The three of them came to the door 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 dong dong, so touching that Fendil, who was about to push the door, couldn't help but stop.

Then, more carefully and slowly, he opened the door.

In the brightly lit lounge, a girl wearing a plain long skirt and a white tunic over the long skirt is sitting in front of a piano, immersed in the performance.

The girl only has a profile face, and the light from above falls on her light brown long hair, plating a layer of bright shimmer on the long hair, and casts a light shadow on her face, her fingers The tip is flying on the keys, and the face is calm and indifferent, as if it has been integrated with the instrument, completely free from the disturbance of external objects.

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

And the girl is not the only one in this room, there are several people wearing standard white robes sitting here and there. They should also be researchers who came here to rest. At this moment, they seem to have been immersed in the girl's performance.

The three of Film, who carefully opened the door and entered the room, guessed that the girl who was playing the piano should be the rumored "Princess Rebecca". Fendil felt a little surprised, because he had heard some rumors about Her Highness Rebecca. The thing is, the rumored Her Royal Highness does not seem to be a person who is quiet enough to play the piano quietly, and Eleven vaguely heard several researchers in the room talking in a low voice:

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

"Is this the first time you hear it?"

"Yeah, it's my first time to catch up with..."

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

"No wonder……"

Chapter 0740 Rebecca's Reception Style

The sound of music flowing gracefully in the room has gradually died down at some point.

Rebecca took a deep breath, feeling that her mind had completely calmed down.

At this moment, she is calm and indifferent, and her heart has been completely appeased. She will use all preparations and a calm attitude to tell her aunt that she has just blown up the largest set of crystal resonators in the Magic Technology Research Institute.

"Ugh..."

Rebecca, who had just stood up, couldn't help rubbing her forehead again, feeling her head hurt.

But she didn't sit down again (although she wanted to do so), because she had noticed a stranger had entered the lounge, which was theoretically only for the Institute's internal personnel.

Fendil saw the girl playing the piano stand up, and saw that the other party first showed a calm and confident look, and then suddenly rubbed his forehead in distress. The expression on his face changed several times in five seconds. He couldn't help being curious. , but his good upbringing made him not speak rashly, but stood quietly in place.

Then he saw that Her Royal Highness turned around from the piano, looked at the three of them curiously, and said in a clear and energetic voice, "Who are you?"

Fendil immediately reacted and bowed with a decent smile: "It's an honor to meet you, Your Royal Highness, please forgive us for disturbing us..."

In front of the members of the royal family, Fendil and Eleven did not continue to hide their identities. They frankly stated their surnames, and this wonderful way of meeting made the two heirs of the duke feel quite interesting—there was no cumbersome introduction process , without attendants and ceremonial officers loudly pronouncing titles and honorary titles, not even a butler responsible for handing over documents, they just walked in, said their names, and greeted the princess of the empire...

Everything is plain and plain like...ordinary people.

This very normal visit was quite a novel experience in the eyes of the two young nobles.

Rebecca didn't think much of it at all, she was just surprised, and then looked up and down the three strangers in front of her—in this place, no one should be so whimsical as to pretend to be the heir of the Duke of the North and West, right?

"I heard that you are coming. My aunt told me when I was eating two days ago," she scratched her hair. This action that can be described as "rude" in the etiquette code of the nobility made Fendil and Yi Levin was a little dazed, and the impression of playing the piano quietly before quickly became shaky in the memory of the two young nobles, "But I never heard of a man named Film..."

Hearing his name being mentioned, Film, who had just let his nervous mind go blank and his whole body was stiff, woke up suddenly. The "serious process of meeting the royal family members" that he had rehearsed countless times in his mind before was unexpectedly a It was useless, and the development of the matter was completely beyond his imagination. He could only let his muddy mind lead his body to respond. After a somewhat clumsy bow, he lifted the box he had brought.

"Rebecca...Your Highness, I am Film from Barron, I brought... I brought something, Mr. Codd wrote me a letter of recommendation, he said that you might be interested in my idea , here it is... just a moment, it needs to be assembled..."

Film's words were a little confusing and stammering, but Rebecca was not impatient at all, because she had noticed that the other party's box contained some magic parts—although they were all very common, even very rough and outdated shapes, But she was still intrigued.

Film began to combine those things quickly, and it seemed that it would take a little time. Eleven didn't want the atmosphere to cool down, so he took the initiative to break the silence: "Your Highness, although it may be a bit presumptuous, your performance just now was really excellent. I'm almost intoxicated... I'm afraid that's what the most outstanding court musicians are."

Appropriately complimenting women, actively adjusting the atmosphere, using topics such as music and art to communicate with higher-ranking nobles, these are all skills that a nobleman must master, and it can even be said to be a certain responsibility. The character represented here, he hopes to have a good relationship with the princess in front of him - even if he can't establish a friendship, he still needs to make a good impression.

Rebecca didn't think much of it at all, she just said casually while watching Film's busy work: "Ah, I learned the technique of playing the piano from my teacher, as well as fighting skills. Actually, I don't know if I play well or not." Well, I just use it to adjust my mood, after all, I just blew up something..."

Eleven: "Ah...?"

Rebecca didn't care about the slightly stunned expression on the other side's face, and just continued talking casually (after all, the other side took the initiative to speak, and it's basic courtesy to answer questions): "Speaking of which, you are all here to study, right? Going to Imperial College?"

"Yes," Fendil nodded and said with a smile, "Aunt Victoria thinks that I should learn something that I couldn't learn in the castle—it was the task she gave me to enter the Imperial College as an ordinary student And Aunt Victoria also mentioned you, she said that you are a very special and outstanding princess, I should learn more from you."

"My father also said similar things." Eleven straightened his expression and said with a smile, "You are already a 'master' in the field of magic at such a young age. You learned something from yourself."

Obviously, after the advent of the era of Magic Industry, Fendil and Eleven, friends who were "other people's children" each other, now ushered in a common "other people's children".

Rebecca didn't think much about it, she just glanced at Fendil and Eleven, and scratched her chin: "Learn from me...it's not a problem, but how is your foundation?"

"Foundation?" The two heirs of the duke were stunned at the same time, as if they didn't quite understand what Rebecca meant.

"It's basic subjects. Are you good in mathematics and science?"

"It's okay," Fendil replied reservedly, although he didn't know why this polite topic suddenly became so serious, "I'm good at frost spells, and naturally I have mastered the basic magic circle configuration and calculation skills ..."

Eleven replied, "I'm good at arcane magic, and I also know a little about mathematics."

"Shang Ke and a little familiarity are not enough. I will get you a few sets of introductory papers to try later, but I don't think you may be able to keep up with the current runeology courses," Rebecca watched as Film put the crystal While placing it on the rune substrate, he said, "Have you ever been in contact with rune logic?"

"This... just heard about it, but I haven't actually touched it."

"This one can't keep up..." Rebecca scratched her hair, "Then do you understand mechanical principles and mechanics?"

"This..." Fendil's expression has gradually become awkward, "Do we still need to learn this?"

"Of course you have to learn! You don't know mechanical principles or mechanics, and you can't keep up with my class!" Rebecca opened her eyes wide, "Your basic courses are a bit far behind. I thought you would at least take tutoring before coming here. After that...then you guys should know a little basic physics, right?"

Fendil and Eleven showed blank expressions at the same time.

When Rebecca saw this expression, she understood everything. With her waist in her hands, she couldn't help sighing: "If you can't do this subject... then you can resist the beating?"

Fendil & Eleven: "...?"

The topic reached a stalemate, and the atmosphere began to become weird, but just before the topic full of misunderstandings, gimmicks, euphemisms, and honesty continued, Film finally completed his preparations: "I'm fine, Your Highness, Please see..."

Rebecca put aside the half-talked topic of "establishing a study group" in an instant, and looked curiously at the holographic image Film made.

Along with the short film, Film also explained what the "Phantom Drama" he created was, the source of his inspiration, and the help and evaluation of the great businessman Codd.

Rebecca stared wide-eyed for a few minutes, and after finally understanding Film's thoughts, she opened her mouth: "...Wow."

"Your Highness, what do you think..."

"This thing is nothing to see from the pure magical technology, but I'm sure the ancestors will definitely be interested in it!" Rebecca suddenly raised her head and said excitedly to Film, "Your idea is very interesting. what!"

"Ancestor..." Film was taken aback by Rebecca's enthusiastic attitude, so that he realized what the other party meant by "ancestor" after a while, "You mean, Your Majesty the Emperor?!"

"Pack up and pack up... Hey, don't use this set of parts anymore, just bring this crystal, I will give you a set of the latest magic net terminal," Rebecca was completely ignited by new things, and in The three young people in front of them had already started preparing in a hurry before they realized it, "Add another amplifier unit...you didn't bring anything like a project book? That's right, it hasn't been formalized yet... Then bring That’s enough. Let’s go, I’ll take you to meet my ancestors, oh, this thing is really good!”

……

"They went to the Institute of Magic Technology?"

After returning to Cecil Palace, Gao Wen quickly received the latest news from the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and learned of the latest movements of the two young men.

After all, they are the heirs of the two dukes of the North and the West, and he has been keeping Amber's subordinates concerned about their movements.

Amber nodded: "A young man named Film walked with them. That Film seemed to bring something interesting. The president of the Carroll Business Association personally wrote a letter of recommendation, and the three of them went directly to Looking for Rebecca."

"It turned out that Rebecca 'received' them first." Gao Wen couldn't help laughing, "I don't know if that girl will cause trouble."

"I thought you would be worried...how did you say that," Amber said while recalling the sassy words Gawain instilled in her when she was bored, "Oh yes, worrying about foreign pigs digging your cabbage It’s—they’re all young people after all, aren’t they?”

"...I'm more worried that the cabbage at home will beat other people's pigs." Gawain's mouth trembled, "That young man named Film is okay, I'm afraid that Fendil and Eleven will follow the noble etiquette. To be polite to Rebecca, you know, whoever makes friends with Rebecca can't be both civil and military? And she still wears the title of princess now... I should educate her in advance."

amber:"……"

While speaking, there was a sudden rush of footsteps from the corridor outside the door, abruptly interrupting the conversation between Amber and Gao Wen.

The sound of footsteps was slightly chaotic, as if there was more than one person.

One of those breaths was Rebecca.

At that time, Gao Wen had almost completed the draft letter of apology to Victoria and Patwin...

The next moment, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open by the excited Rebecca. Gawain raised his head, but he saw a bright smiling face on the other side: "Master Zu! I have something good for you!!"

"good stuff?"

Gao Wen asked curiously, and then saw three figures appearing behind Rebecca.

They were three young men, one with silver hair, tall, with northern features, one with short brown hair and short stature, and one with short blonde hair and a well-proportioned figure.

The three of them looked a little embarrassed, as if they hadn't had time to make some mental preparations when Rebecca brought them here in such a hurry, and the blond young man seemed particularly nervous and reserved.

All three appeared to be unhurt.

Gao Wen heaved a sigh of relief, temporarily put down the draft of the apology letter, and glanced at Rebecca: "At least remember to knock on the door."

Rebecca exclaimed in a low voice "ah", then closed the door again under the blank eyes of the three young people, and knocked on the door outside: "Master Ancestor, I am knocking on the door!"

"Come in." Gao Wen's tone was full of helplessness.

"Master Ancestor!" Rebecca excitedly pushed the door open and entered the room, and came to Gawain, while holding the blond young man... the box in his hand with the other hand, "I'll show you something very interesting !"

Chapter 0741

The crude repertoire filmed in the street square of Saint-Sunil was playing on Gawain's desk, repeated for the second time.

Amber blinked and watched the funny drama projected in the crystal, and the amber eyes were full of interest.

During the entire playback, Gawain didn't say a word for more than ten minutes—but his eyes never left the magic device on the table.