“But I still want to give it a try.”
The two talked on the city wall for a while. When Loran Hill was about to leave, he heard Jelann say this. Even though he was rejected, he still didn't want to give up.
Growing up, he had been surrounded by a group of scheming noble ladies in the aristocratic circle, which made him tired and bored. Now, he was rarely moved, and the other party had that unique gentle temperament. It was impossible for Jie Lanen to be persuaded to let go immediately with just one sentence.
In response to this, Loran Hill could only shake his head helplessly, then left and headed to the gathering place for the return trip.
After all the freshmen gathered together, the teacher counted the number of people, and then they got on the bus one after another and returned to their residence.
However, magical motorcycles are likely only found in Emenas and the Verdant King. They're rarely seen elsewhere. Firstly, they're expensive to build, secondly, they require skilled alchemists to maintain, and thirdly, they require smooth roads. Even in Lurna, due to the low cost-effectiveness, they haven't been mass-produced, only a handful of prototypes have been built. After all, more resources need to be invested in defending Verdant.
After finishing the tour and visit of Southern Pier College, Loran Hill and his friends’ next stop tomorrow is to head west to the Temple of Contemplation.
The four major levels of Emenas are located in different locations. The bridge piers in the south are naturally rivers and fortresses, the lakeside castle in the east is forest and lake, the high tower overlooking the north is the mountains and snow-capped peaks, and the west is the large plain that is most suitable for living.
An arc-shaped wall extends from the mountains in the north to the Blue River in the south, dividing the vast plain into two parts. On the inside is the Temple of Contemplation, and on the outside is a slightly lower town.
Temple College gave people a rather peculiar feeling, as if noise and tranquility coexisted. The area near the main road was very lively, with many school employees and carriages traveling back and forth, some transporting goods and some commuting to get off work.
Emenas' staff were all employed, primarily living in the small town to the west, where their children and families lived, along with amenities like windmills, shops, and markets. While working at Emenas, they would stay in the college's temporary housing. Those who lived farther away would return home every few days, while those who lived closer would naturally go home daily, leading to more traffic on the roads.
However, the buildings in the Temple Academy that are farther away from the main roads appear to be very quiet.
As I approached a tall and magnificent temple, I could not see anyone around. The tall stone pillars lengthened their shadows in the sunlight. As I entered the temple, I could clearly hear my own footsteps in the empty space. If I spoke a little louder, I could hear an echo.
People who come here for the first time may feel that there is no one in the temple except themselves, but after pushing open the doors, you will find a quiet classroom. The teacher stands on the podium and speaks slowly, while the students sit below and take notes quietly. Occasionally one or two raise their hands to ask questions, and the voices quickly dissipate in the empty silence.
After the freshmen were brought here by their teachers, they were clearly divided into two groups. One group liked this quiet and contemplative atmosphere, while the other group liked the bustling scene on the street and wanted to stroll around the town outside the school.
Compared to other academies with beautiful and treacherous landscapes, the architecture and scenery at the Temple were more ordinary and simple, yet filled with a sense of life. It was like ordinary mortals, experiencing birth, aging, sickness, and death, a dull, repetitive life without many storms.
The Temple of Contemplation mainly teaches the Angel Sequence and the Undead Sequence. The names of the two sequences combined are the oldest club in the academy, "Angels of Death", a club specializing in the study of chaos disasters.
The teacher led the freshmen on a tour of the college and introduced some school traditions.
Most of the skills of the angel sequence are related to life, healing, protection, purification, blessing, etc., while the undead sequence is the opposite, with most of the skills related to death, soul, pain, and curse.
The sage arranged these two sequences together in order to prevent students from being overly obsessed with their own thoughts. No matter how much they heal and protect life, there will always be a day of death. When practicing the death sequence, one must also understand the miracle and preciousness of life, and not treat life as worthless and break it at will.
Most of the seniors here wear black and white uniforms. Compared with other colleges, they are more likely to interact with ordinary people and are more peaceful and low-key, unlike the bridge piers that are full of steel and military atmosphere.
"Loran, let's go shopping."
After finishing the tour of the college, Alena suggested this, and Nia was also tempted. Although Lettice felt that there would be nothing good in the small town, she also wanted to take this opportunity to understand the environment around the school, so she did not object.
So Loran Hill and several roommates registered at the city gate and headed to the town outside the campus. On the way, they would occasionally see freshmen who had the same idea as them.
There are many shops on the streets of the town, many of which are specifically for students on campus. Most of the students in Emenas are quite wealthy and generally spend generously, which makes them very popular with the shop owners.
“Here, here~”
Turning the corner of the street and coming to a small fountain square, the few people heard a familiar greeting.
"Lily, Ye Ling, Bumansha, and Vimiya?"
After hearing the sound, a few people walked into a clothing store nearby and happened to see the familiar four people who were choosing clothes.
Ye Ling sat on a high chair, her legs swinging back and forth, while Lily dressed her like a doll, trying on various clothes. The girls lit up as they talked about clothing and matching outfits. In an era when entertainment options were relatively scarce, clothes, desserts, and love were the hottest topics among girls.
Later, Loran Hill fell into the same situation as Ye Ling. He sat quietly in front of the mirror, held there by several classmates. Several roommates and classmates were like experienced masters, helping him to give advice and let Loran Hill try various styles of clothing, from luxurious flower bud aristocratic suits, dark and slim Gothic skirts, to simple and natural forest styles. He kept switching and trying several styles.
"So, when can you let me go? I really don't want to try on clothes anymore." Loran Hill showed a helpless smile on her face. She had never thought so much about wearing clothes before, but today was an eye-opener for her. She realized that there are so many things to pay attention to when girls wear clothes.
"Wait a moment, because Sister Luo Lan is so beautiful, we want to know where your limit is."
"Yes, yes, yes..." Several girls nearby echoed, and then Lettice took out another dress.
This dress is mainly red and black, with lace patterns on the skirt and cuffs, giving the overall look a dark Gothic style.
"Try this on, Loran." Several classmates started a new round of attempts.
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