Two days later, Emenas, early morning.

The morning breeze carried the morning dew and was still a little cold. The bridge over the Lanjian River was full of students. They gathered in the corresponding areas according to their student numbers, and then teachers and staff checked their identities, micro-seals, and information one by one.

After verification, each new student was given a booklet with their student ID and name written on it, serving as a temporary pass. Then, with the sound of sliding iron locks, the tall gate on the bridge slowly opened, revealing the wide road in the middle.

The wide bridge deck is wide enough for 10 carriages to run side by side, extending all the way to the other side. The morning mist is floating on the river surface, covering the back half of the bridge, and only a vague outline can be seen.

"Everyone line up one by one." Some staff members pulled ropes to separate the freshmen in order, and then got on the bus in order of their student numbers.

Yes, because the bridge is too long, it is too slow for freshmen to walk there, and it is also difficult to carry luggage, so there is a special magic motorcycle for pick-up.

These magic motorcycles are about five meters high and more than ten meters long. There are stairs on the side of the car that can directly lead to the second floor where passengers sit. The first floor below has a complex power system and mechanical structure, and no one sits on it.

Loran Hill carried his suitcase up to the second floor of the locomotive, found a seat by the window, and looked around.

Because she arrived early, there were still many freshmen in her group queuing up, and there were only a few students on the bus. After Loran Hill sat down, a freshman in front of her turned around and greeted her.

"Hello, my name is Bumansha." The freshman has chestnut-blonde wavy hair and a slightly round face, giving people the temperament of the big sister next door.

"Hello, my name is Loran." The girl nodded.

"Hmm, very beautiful, Lorraine. Are you from the Plantagenet dynasty?"

"Well, that's not the case. I'm from Crancia, so perhaps I have some Oriental blood." This was the only explanation Loran Hill could offer. Before, it wasn't obvious with her silver-blonde hair, but now with her black hair, her serene Oriental temperament is immediately apparent, making one wonder if she's actually Oriental.

"Oh, I'm from the lush eastern coast. Sorry, but I guessed that because I saw a lot of merchants and travelers from the East when I was a kid, they looked a bit like me."

"Nothing. Actually, I grew up with my teacher when I was little, so I don't know exactly what nationality I am."

Loran Hill shook her head, her long, silky black hair slightly blown by the river breeze. The two chatted briefly for a few more minutes, and then as more and more people got on the bus, they slowly stopped chatting.

"Hello, is anyone here?"

When the car was almost full, a young girl caught up. After looking around, she walked over and asked carefully. Perhaps she thought Roland Hill had a gentle face and was easier to deal with.

"No one is here. Please sit down. It's okay."

The bus was filled with girls, chattering quietly. It seemed the student numbers were divided by gender. Although Luo Lanxier had toned down her features, she still stood out, making many girls feel ashamed and afraid to sit with her. Only when the last few seats were empty did new students come over to inquire.

"Thank you, my name is Niya." The girl in the hat said in a slightly relieved tone, as if she was relieved, then she put down her luggage and sat on the wooden seat.

When most people had arrived, a staff member came up and took inventory.

"One more to go..." He whispered, his voice a little hesitant.

"Are you ready to go?" the middle-aged man operating the magic motorcycle asked at the bottom of the stairs.

"Wait another 10 minutes. Otherwise, if we miss one, we'll have to write a report explaining it, which is quite tiring."

"Oh, what a hassle! I want to go back and have a drink." The middle-aged man complained and then walked to the other side to rest.

A long time passed, and just when the staff was about to ask someone to send the bus, a girl in a golden dress came over, followed by a group of followers carrying luggage.

"I told you, the academy's magic motorcycle definitely wouldn't leave first. I've arrived just in time."

She waved the folding fan in her hand with a hint of pride, and then asked her followers to carry the luggage up.

"Sorry, only freshmen are allowed on the bus." A uniformed staff member blocked the way ahead.

"What should I do with all this luggage? You can't let me carry it up by myself." The rich girl was a little dissatisfied.

"According to the college's regulations, new students can only bring a maximum of two suitcases of belongings to school."

"Why haven't I heard of it? Are you kidding me?"

"Someone should have reminded you of this when you received the recommendation letter." The staff member frowned and continued to explain.

The two argued for a while, and the guard who was helping with the luggage hurried up to persuade their daughter not to clash with the staff. After all, she was not yet a full-time student, and if she didn't do it right, she would suffer a great loss. Emenas was the world's number one institution, and their family's power was not enough.

Finally, the young lady had to compromise and selected the two most important boxes to have the staff help carry them into the car. The rest were left behind and kept by the guards. After some time, they would find a way to send them to the school.

After everyone arrived, the magic motorcycle slowly started.

The road on the bridge is very flat, and the magic motorcycle uses the mainstream magic furnace, which is similar to an electric motor. The roar is relatively small and the speed is relatively stable.

As the sun gradually rose, it was already around 10 o'clock in the morning. The refreshing river breeze blew in from the car window and passed through the entire car. The bright sunshine shone on the endless river surface, sparkling. The mist that originally shrouded the river water also dissipated, revealing the scenery in the distance.

Because the other end of the bridge was right in front of them, only a small part could be seen from the car window. When they got closer and passed through the long city gate tunnel, a cool air poured in from the car window. Only then did the freshmen barely realize how grand the bridgehead of this bridge was.

After the magic motorcycle exited the city gate tunnel, it took a long time to escape the shadow of the magnificent building. Some freshmen looked back and exclaimed in surprise.

Rather than calling it a bridgehead, it should be described as a war fortress. The huge city walls and high walls are like a ferocious beast lying on the river bank, and the beast's mouth is a tunnel for passing through. The layers of shooting holes and watchtowers on the city walls emit a gray-green color under the sunlight.

"This fortress is one of the four major academies of Emenas, the Unfallen Bridge Pier. It was also the main battlefield during the Chaos War. Students majoring in War Sequence and Ocean Sequence will come here in the future."

The staff introduced in detail that this academy is known as the solid stone pier in the raging waves, and it excels in cultivating strong-willed soldiers and military generals.