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Volume 4 Violet Tower 762 Dover

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    The twin islands inside and outside Seran are in the shape of a moon encircling a star.  Between the two islands, the sea is flat and broad, and the water is blue and green. When night falls, the stars are clear and shining, floating or 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 among the nine highest towers. To the north of the Gray Tower is the Sage's Hill, and to the south is the city of Sindvar, known as the "Arcane Pearl".  It is lined with scholars and is under the direct jurisdiction of the Nine Rings Council.  The outer islands east of the Star Sea are controlled by six mage lords.  According to Seran's mage classification standards, they are all great mage of the seventh or even eighth ring, enough to intimidate a party and protect the environment and the people.  Dover and the surrounding plains are the territory of the Seventh Circle Arcana, the "Mirror Princess" Desiris.  In terms of area alone, Thran is larger than the Tolm Federation.  But neither the boulder mountains in the north nor the "Book of Giants" in the south are suitable for farming.  In the central Yanchi Wetland and Harp County, the soil is barren and the water is salty and bitter. Although there is production, it is only self-sufficient.  Because of this, the entire island¡¯s food needs depend on the supply of Dover.  In addition, this is Seran's only external port, and ships come and go in an endless stream. However, due to their autistic character, no ship goes to the mainland, and only the profit-seeking Tolm merchants do.  Come here occasionally to buy some rare things.  December 27th, the smoke has cleared.  Five miles south of Dover, a black-haired young man sat on the boundary stone on the side of the road, rubbing his sore legs and feet.  Through the colorful shades of yellow and green trees, beams of sunlight shine down, pale and pale, without any sense of warmth.  Beside him, a big dog with yellow and black fur was squatting on the ground.  His ears are straight and he is full of energy.  Thanks to the life-sharing contract, it, which was seriously injured and dying a few days ago, is now alive and kicking, and even the old injuries on its legs have healed without treatment.  "Simba. Come here." Allegri waved to his magic pet.  But as expected, the big dog just glanced at him sideways, and then sat back upright like a proud lion.  "If I had known this, I wouldn't have given you this name." Allegri muttered in a low voice. After this period of wandering, he had lost weight and his cheeks were sunken.  He looked weak and sickly.  As the magic crystals were squeezed out of his body, his violet eyes turned back to black. With his long, disheveled hair and messy beard, he looked like he was twenty years older.  When he was still in the beach cemetery, Allegri was naked and starched his clothes.  But it was hard work to climb up the cliff.  After trekking here again, the robe was already in tatters.  It becomes more and more dirty and messy.  The pair of clogs on his feet were given to him by a kind-hearted farmer not long ago.  It was in that olive field that he tasted his first pasta in these days.  The brown bread mixed with bran was rough and hard in the mouth, but Allegri swallowed three large pieces in a row until he found that the farmer's lunch had been completely destroyed by himself.  He just apologized calmly.  "It's nothing." The other party's hearty smile moved Allegri so much that he stayed at the farmer's house overnight. When he left the next day, the farmer's wife prepared another bag of dry food for him.  I also gave him a pair of old shoes.  Finally, he no longer had to walk barefoot, and Allegri even moved a little briskly.  "What a good person. When I get rich, I must repay their kindness." He stood up and touched the big dog's head. The chicken soup for dinner was so delicious that he almost bit his tongue, and the big dog "Simba"  , also waiting for the bones under the table, gnawing happily.  "Woof, woof," the big dog barked twice, taking the lead.  Allegri followed it, leaning on an oak stick.  The city of Dover is getting closer and closer. The tall and tall towers point to the sky. From a distance, you can see the bright magic lines and the overflowing arcane brilliance. ? ****** ? Dover, the most dazzling pearl on the east coast of Serland Island.  Among the territories of the six mages on the outer island, the boulder mountains are bitterly cold, the black pine forests are gloomy, the salt pond wetlands are barren, and the southern highlands are barren. Only Dover and Harp County have a warm climate and dense population.  But when it comes to the abundance of products and the prosperity of cities, then the latter can only be defeated.  Looking up at this magnificent city, Allegri felt a sense of excitement.  Unlike the cities on the mainland, Dover has no city walls or moats. It just stands on the plain, like a noble lady lazily dipping a jade hand into the azure sea.  But the absence of a city wall does not mean that Dover will expand unbridled outward.  Every street and every house is neatly organized and unobtrusive, obviously carefully planned.  Allegri had to admit that this is a beautiful city.  Different urban areas,?Constructed of different stones, either blue or white, with elegant tones.  He entered the city along the main road. Every street was extremely clean. There were no cluttered vendors and stalls, only row upon row of shops.  Most of them are three-story buildings, with exquisite carvings or reliefs on the corner stone pillars. The shopkeeper with a calm expression is sitting behind the table, concentrating on the work at hand.  Occasionally I look up through the glass, but I don't actively solicit customers.  Even the signboards were elegant and unconventional. Some of the magic patterns were looming, and Allegri guessed that they might glow at night.  "Give way, please give way." A clear voice came from behind, and a carriage without horses rolled over on the hard stone road.  The little girl stuck her head out and reminded him kindly. Only then did Allegri realize that the wide street was divided into three parts. He was walking in the middle of the road, while other pedestrians were on the other side of the flower beds and vegetation.  "Stop barking, Simba, we are going the wrong way." Woof, woof, the big dog barked dissatisfied. Allegri quickly patted its head and pulled it to the side of the road to avoid it.  The carriage passed by without a horse, and the wheels turned on their own.  Allegri looked at him curiously. In this strange city, his eyes were really busy.  Sure enough, on the axle, he saw the magic light flashing again.  It deserves to be Seran Island, it deserves to be a holy land for mages, I am afraid even the horses have been eliminated.  "Tuk-tuk", the sound of horse hooves sounded, and Allegri touched his face.  It feels a little uncomfortable to be pricked by stubble.  ??The middle-aged mage came on horseback with a long sword at his waist. He glanced at Allegri suspiciously and ordered, "You, stop." ? ******? At the beginning.  Allegri did not realize that the other party was calling him.  Because there are so many attractive things here.  Two unmanned magic brooms cooperated with each other to sweep the light red fallen leaves into a pile. When the metal barrel opened its mouth, the wind magic circle was automatically activated and the garbage on the ground was sucked into the body.  The water spirits swimming in the fountain, dancing on the water, and the owl standing on the street lamp.  His eyes seemed to be squinting but not squinting, and it always felt like he was smiling at him.  "I'm talking about you, beggar." The middle-aged mage got off his horse and walked straight to Allegri. He had a thin face, a cautious manner, a long robe with a pointed hat, and a left cuff.  Decorated with four white rings.  This is also the most common dress for pedestrians on the roadside.  In the city of Dover, both men and women, old and young, like to wear mage robes. Of course, women who love beauty often slim their waists or match them with some decorations.  To reflect your own swaying grace.     beggar?  Allegri scratched his head in confusion, and it took him a long time to realize that he looked like a homeless man begging along the road.  "So, you are the legendary dog-beating stick." He looked at the oak stick in his hand.  murmured to himself.  Being reduced to this situation, I could only laugh at myself.  "Public Security Department of the Municipal Department, Street Patrol Mage Zanava," the middle-aged mage took out a silver badge, waved it in front of him, and said solemnly, "According to the "Mirror Tower Decree" of the Lord of the City, lower-class citizens,  You are not allowed to enter Baicheng District." "Oh?" Allegri shook his head and smiled bitterly. It turns out that Dover is just bright on the surface, but still very hierarchical on the inside, even worse than other countries on the mainland.  Don't forget, even in the holy city of Ranken, there is only one restricted area in the White Tower. Other places, such as Gothia Cathedral, are open to ordinary people.  "You should leave this place quickly. If you dare to do it again, you will be thrown into prison." The middle-aged mage named "Zanava" seemed to be strict, but he did not really punish him. He even reminded him at the end.  Judging from his words and actions, he seems to be a cold-faced and warm-hearted person, Allegri thought to himself.  Although the other party called him a beggar, which was irritating, how was he any different from a beggar in his current state?  "Still not leaving? If the commander comes over, you will be in trouble." Zanava urged.  "Sir, where should I go?" Allegri asked tentatively. He didn't know where the White City District was, or if there was any Black City District.  "You're not a local?" Zanava frowned. He had long heard that the other party's accent was strange, but he didn't think much about it.  After all, as early as the period of the Magic Empire, the standard thirty-six tones of the continent's common language were prescribed. Coupled with Allegri's accent, which was deeply influenced by Illo and Hersius, it was not too different from Serland Island.  Big difference.  "Uhah." Allegri nodded, shook his head again, and answered vaguely.  Before confirming the attitude of the Seran people towards the mainland, he did not want to and did not dare to reveal the truth.  "Where are you from?" Zanava pulled him behind the street tree to avoid being discovered by the commander.  "North, north" Allegri pointed casually and stammered deliberately, looking terrified as if he had never seen the world before.    "North, Saltmarsh County?" Zanava asked dubiously, "How did you come to Dover?" "By boat, my lord, II am a sailor," taking this time, Ah  Legree finally figured out a clue, or in other words, made up an identity. "Who would have thought that the first time he went to sea, just" "What happened?" Zanava asked.  Dover is a busy port city, and he has seen many sailors in distress.  "Strong winds, heavy rain, big waves" Allegri patted his chest and replied tremblingly as if he was still in fear. "The boat capsized. Uncle Brooke, who took me on board, didn't know whether he was dead or alive I'm okay  It's easy to float ashore. On a beach in the south, there are corpses of little beasts everywhere, but it scares me" "Oh, that's the Demon Pet Cemetery set up by Mrs. Desires," Zanava.  He nodded and believed a little more.  He raised his head and looked around, and pointed out tirelessly, "You go east. After three blocks, turn right along the Aoling Statue until the stone of the building turns into blue bricks, which is the dock area You go over there.  I'll go to the tavern and ask about the boat you're on and the whereabouts of your uncle." "Thank you, sir." Allegri raised his head blankly, "But what are you going to do?" "Oh.  , you walk alone, if you meet the commander on the road, you will inevitably get a whip." Seeing his confused look, Zanava sighed, "Forget it, I will take you there." The middle-aged mage waved slightly.  His horse then meekly came closer.  He must have signed a magic pet contract, Allegri thought in his mind. His memory is outstanding, so how could he not remember the way? But in this strange city, it is rare to meet a kind person, so he had to be shameless.  Ask for more information.  "Excuse me, sir." Allegri followed Zanava and motioned for the big dog to follow him.  "It's okay," the middle-aged mage waved his hand. Seeing that the big dog seemed to be spiritual, he asked casually, "Where did you pick this dog up?" "It's that cemetery." Alleg.  Li replied honestly.  "That's no wonder. He must be a demon pet that was abandoned by his master." Zanava withdrew his gaze and asked no more questions. Instead, Allegri asked cautiously, "Sir, why do you have something on your sleeve?"  "Four white stripes?" "You don't have any mages there?" Hearing this, Zanava was very puzzled. The most indispensable thing on Seran Island is mages. If you just throw a stone, you can hit three or five.  .  "Our village is in the mountains. There are only a dozen or so families. There are also sorcerer apprentices, but after they left, they never came back If Uncle Brook hadn't taken me out to sea, I would have never left the village."  Legree replied that he wanted to confirm whether Seran really followed the old system of the Magic Empire as rumored.  "That's it." Zanava was not suspicious. The magicians on Seran Island were divided into old and new factions. Some old-school magicians did have a tradition of severing ties with their families after accepting disciples.  "This is the standard mage robe with four rings, indicating that I am a four-ring mage." Seeing Allegri still looking at his sleeves, Zanava paused and answered.  Allegri nodded and followed him eastward.  The bizarre magical journey begins here.  ¡­(To be continued¡­)
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