Emenas, Central School Square.
In the early morning, there were two long teaching halls next to the square, and together with the middle part, they surrounded the square like the Chinese character "同". The reason why it was called "teaching hall" instead of "building" was because the exterior and interior architecture were very different from the teaching building in Loran Hill's memory.
Climbing the wide steps, there is a row of neat and tall pillars. Inside is a dome as high as a church and a wide and spacious corridor hall. On both sides are huge classrooms.
The teaching halls are all built of frost limestone. The stone is dense and strong, with a certain extraordinary resistance and is not easily damaged. This way, it can withstand the influence of students' magic power without collapsing at any time. The inside of the wall was specially engraved with anti-magic patterns when it was built in the early years to increase its strength.
The classrooms that were quiet in the past are extremely lively today. Many freshmen follow the signs and walk past one by one, looking for their own classrooms.
"Relax a little."
"Haha, isn't this good?"
"Why are they all white? I want a bright red one."
“Do we need to add a lion’s mane?”
"Yes, the golden red one is more handsome."
In a spacious tiered classroom, sunlight streamed in from windows over five meters high, illuminating groups of excited young people inside. Most of them wore white cloaks, and some were still adjusting their clothes.
Because they are all freshmen, it is difficult for the school to make suitable uniforms for everyone in half a day, so first-year students are all issued white cloaks with gray collars. This not only makes everyone look consistent on the surface and has a sense of beauty, but also does not affect personal dressing preferences. At the same time, the cloaks are compatible with various body shapes and are available in several sizes, large, medium and small.
At this time, Loran Hill was holding the cloak that had just been given to her, ready to go aside and put it on.
The cloak wasn't thin. The back was white, with a satin sheen and smooth to the touch, while the lining was light grey and soft, a bit like velvet. The overall quality of the cloak was excellent; from Loran Hill's observation, it was a silver-grade artifact.
As mentioned before, silver-grade fabrics are often rarer and more valuable. This cloak is not only beautiful, but also provides windproof and warmth during normal wear. It can also be used to waterproof rainwater. In the wild, it can be used as a blanket for sleeping, as a cover, or even as a bag to carry things.
Even on the battlefield, the cloak can protect against some weaker stray arrows and prevent the arrowheads from penetrating directly into the flesh.
Speaking of practicality, cloaks do have many uses, which is why Emenas uses them instead of freshman uniforms. A truly fitted Emenas uniform is only made to measure after students advance from second year to fourth year. (Also, Emenas does not charge tuition.)
"Loran, can you help me check if it's crooked?" After putting on her clothes, Lettice turned around and asked.
"Yeah, okay."
"Are you done, Nia?" Alena asked her roommate who was helping her tidy up behind her.
"Okay, that's it." Niya raised her head to indicate that she had done it.
"Thank you, Nia."
The girls helped each other get dressed, and the classroom filled up with new students, who kept coming in, registering at the door and receiving their appropriate cloaks. Young men and women gathered together, introducing themselves to each other, and chattering, quickly becoming familiar with each other.
The school's new students come from a wide range of backgrounds. Not only can you see orcs with animal ears and horns, but you can also see Orientals wearing long-sleeved robes. Although they all speak the common language, the accents vary from place to place. It sounds like a mixture of the north and the south, with very different styles.
"Who's that girl opposite? She's so pretty."
"You must have said this more than ten times today. I think you have been single for a long time, so you like everyone you meet." The roommate next to me was adjusting his clothes without looking up.
"She's really beautiful, with hair like golden silk threads and skin as white as a shell. She's so beautiful, ah..."
"What's wrong with you? You're suddenly stuck..." The boy straightened his buttons and looked up to see what happened.
In the faint morning light, a black-haired girl turned sideways and tied a ribbon for her blonde friend in front of her. Her white jade-like fingers flexibly turned the rope into a bow. In the sparse sunlight, the slight fuzz on her face could be vaguely seen. Her calm and clear eyes and focused and serious expression were like a famous painting handed down from generation to generation, deeply imprinted in the minds of those around her.
"...I think you're right this time."
Some boys and girls in the class began to secretly look at the black-haired girl. Lettice was actually quite good-looking, a blonde lady from a wealthy family, but people just liked rare exotic styles, and that rare oriental beauty was indeed rare.
"Is she in our class too?"
"Of course, they're all in our classroom."
"I feel like I'm in love, what should I do?"
"Come on, you've been in heat all day long. You really need to tone it down."
"Do you dare to say that you are not moved?"
"this......"
"Rock, look at the girl by the window."
"Yeah, I see." A young man with short burgundy hair looked up, then lowered his head and continued to fill out the registration form.
"Aren't you tempted, Rock?" asked the roommate next to him.
"What's the point of being moved? He is destined not to be from the same world as us." Rock continued to write.
"That's true, this is indeed your style." The roommate next to me smiled.
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