Chapter 739： Young people of the empire (1/2)

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.