Outside the lofty and majestic city gates, even before the ambassadors' convoy approached, a whole group of cavalrymen had already stepped out of the gates one after another to give them a welcome.
A tall knight wearing black armor and riding a black steed walked at the front of the cavalcade.
"Is it Princess Angelina of the Faustian Kingdom?" The black-armored knight inquired, and as far away as the black-armored knight was, Locke felt an overwhelming might that was like substance.
It wasn't like a Knight's Squire to display strength.
"I am!" In the carriage, Angelina's pleasant voice came out, and then Angelina, who was wearing silver mage robes, appeared.
The black-armored knight told the party to stay where they were and simply approached the legation, not caring in the slightest about the heavily armed Faustian soldiers around them.
"I am here by order of Lord Garcia to receive Princess Angelina to the imperial capital, Princeton." The black-
Locke, who had just realized what level he was on, was not discouraged; he had been many times more fortunate than the ordinary farmer who had spent his life in Fustian, muddling through.As a small man at the bottom, all he could do was to do his best to move up and up.Locke had never had very high ambitions, he always felt that he had worked hard and that it didn't matter which level he would end up at.Knowing that Knight Garron is a formal knight level powerhouse, Locke began to approach Knight Garron intentionally or unintentionally, he didn't expect that this kind of powerhouse would instruct him, take him as a disciple or something like that, he just wanted to see the formal knight level, what exactly is different from them, these ordinary people.After observing for close to a week, Locke came up with an answer that seemed odd to himself, "Eat less than average?" Locke was speechless as he pressed the words he had recorded like a ghostwriter.K
Imperial Royal Academy also known as Princeton Royal Academy, holding a letter of introduction written by Angelina with King Faustian's signature attached, Locke slowly stepped into the middle of the campus."Hello, may I help you?" A lady who appeared to be an employee in the academy asked as she walked up next to Locke.The lady was dressed in the green work uniform of Princeton College, with a card representing her identity pinned to her chest; unfortunately, Locke didn't know much Omorian writing yet and couldn't recognize the lady's name."Yes, I'm going to the Academy of Knightly Perseverance." Locke stuttered out the words as he gulped in the unskilled Omorian language.When the woman heard this, she first showed a surprised face, then immediately afterward her smile became fawning, "Come, come, come, I'll take you there."Locke a low ranked attendant, just like this, was pulled by the hand of an ordinary woman who did not have the slightest stre
Early the next morning, Locke was once again in the same classroom, with Henry still sitting next to him.It was the beginning of January, and there was still a month to go before the Royal Academy's mandated school day, but there were already many students arriving at the academy now.Henry had introduced Locke to a lot of things, and it turned out that the curly-haired man who had stood at the podium yesterday was not their mentor, but rather an administrator-like being who specialized in teaching them to behave.Henry had already attended Princeton College for a year and was well versed in every aspect.This month of coming to the academy early is a chance for the students to learn on their own, "The instructors won't force you to learn, you need to do everything on your own." Henry said.Locke nodded thoughtfully.However, throughout the morning, the classroom was filled with trainees chatting in groups of three or two, and Locke didn't see an
After an afternoon of strolling through Princeton's West Side, Locke and Angelina returned with no success.It's not that you can't find the right food for Angie to eat, it's that you haven't picked the ideal target, and it's either too expensive or not the right food for Angie to thrive on.As a deep potential rank magical beast descendant, Anji only need to healthy growth to the youth stage, will be able to have not bad combat power, almost is the senior magical beast that level, to reach maturity will have quasi-rank magical beast strength, if also can further, to reach its parents that level, rank magical beast, is not unlikely.Angelina, as an experienced wizard, naturally had her ways of helping Angie achieve more and reach adulthood in less time, all of which was predicated on nothing more than an abundance of food.Wraiths were different from wizards and knights, knights advanced by exercising their physical bodies and cultivating fighting qi, wizards
"How about 'Three Thousand Years of Empire'?" A pleasant female voice came from behind him, and Locke turned his head to see that it was Irene, who he had met in the cafeteria that day.The two had met a few times on campus after that day, but it had been a nodding acquaintance, and Locke's knowledge of her was limited to knowing that her name was Irene.Frowning, Locke had just intended to choose On the Fitness of Horsemanship and Practical Combat, "I'm also enrolled in Three Thousand Years of the Empire, as a friend, shouldn't you choose a class with me?" Irene clasped her arms and looked at Locke.Well, Locke reached down and took out the copy of Three Thousand Years of Empire, then went to the library register to check in.Seeing Locke's choice, Irene spread a smile."You're not from Ormor, are you?" Irene followed Locke."Eh.""That's not quite how I hear you sound.""What country are you from?""Faustian.""Where's Fa
Five days of culture classes in a row kept Locke's brain in a constant state of mush.Locke suddenly misses the time when it was still a war and he would rather go to war and fight for his life than sit in a classroom again, reading textbooks he can't understand.Luckily, it all slowed down as Saturday and the weekend came and went, giving Locke a chance to get used to it.Since its founding, Royal Princeton Academy has provided students with two days off a week and five days of monthly vacation at the end of the month.It hadn't been his turn for a monthly vacation yet, but it happened to be the Saturday of the week, and Locke was finally able to get some rest.Sitting in a carriage next to Angelina in a long formal dress, the two Rocco's are going to a party today."Go to Justin Street first to pick up Dani!" Angelina pointed out an address to the escort driving the car.Locke dozed off with his pillow on the cushion in the wagon, after a
The socializing among the nobility, while Locke always wanted to stay away from it, Angelina wouldn't have it his way.Taking their lover's elbow, the two of them were like a pair of fluttering butterflies, weaving their way through the many nobles."Hello, Terra, this is Locke.""Millie, where's your boyfriend, why don't you bring him?""Bert, this is my fiancé, haven't you always wanted to meet?"...Angelina took Locke to meet most of her classmates, which in turn were predominantly female.This group of future magician lords were still a group of entry-level magic apprentices now, and except for that Joaquin who possessed the strength of a low-level apprentice, the rest were not worth mentioning in Locke's eyes.Although the group's strength was not high, Locke knew that Angelina valued their potential and the family behind them more, and Angelina, who came from a royal family, was better at socializing with people than Locke, even
Joaquin's party didn't end up with a perfect curtain call, as a nobleman was seriously injured by the Beat City, still in Princeton's West End, much to the disbelief of the city's sheriff.A whole team of security forces surrounded the Joaquin family residence, bound to catch the perpetrators, the impact of this is too bad, the top want to suppress can not be suppressed.However, what made the magistrate's adults speechless was that Tris didn't know if he had been beaten out of his mind, the magician accompanying him in the magistrate's team had obviously given him a simple treatment, but he still couldn't stop talking nonsense."A black shadow, I see a black shadow!""Ah, I've broken at least two of my ribs, you losers!""Go get him, he's in this mansion!""I am the nephew of the Marquis de Mistral, go catch the murderer!"...The magistrates were not going to pay any attention to this not-quite-right-in-the-mind nobleman's son, but t