Although this year's new students have just arrived on the other side of Emenas, grades 2-5 have already officially started school, and today is the first day.
Loran Hill stood at her dresser, sorting her clothes. This morning was the opening ceremony for Temple Academy, and she had changed into her uniform. If Walled City Academy was primarily red and green, then Temple Academy was primarily black and white.
Luo Xier is wearing a black and white dress today. The dress is divided into two parts, the inner and outer parts. The inner part is a normal fitted top with a knee-length skirt, which is mainly black, with only the cuffs, shoulders, neck, and hem made of white fabric.
The outer garment is a long white robe with a hood, wide cuffs, and a floor-length robe that conceals the figure very well. The two long edges of the robe, running from the lapels to the body, are decorated with intricate and ornate golden patterns. The overall impression is solemn and dignified, like the attire worn by a ceremony host. In fact, most graduates of the temple will become clergy.
After putting on her clothes, she didn't need to pull up the hood for the time being. Her silver hair was draped over the white robe with gold edges. Luo Xier simply tied her hair up with a headband, rolled up the part behind her head, and then clipped a butterfly hairpin before going out.
On the way to the central square of the academy, you can see many freshmen wearing white robes or black robes. They are students of the Angel Sequence and the Undead Sequence respectively.
The Temple Academy is not as poetic and picturesque as the Walled City Academy, nor as a mountaintop tower filled with cold winds as the Tower Academy, nor as strict as the military discipline of the Pier Academy. Instead, it has a kind of fireworks and distant atmosphere that is close to the lives of ordinary people.
Since there is a small town with tens of thousands of people to the west of the Temple Academy, you can often see school employees entering and leaving the gate. Most of them are not extraordinary people, but ordinary people living here.
Occasionally, horse-drawn carriages would pass through the streets of the academy, loaded with food and goods. Their wheels squeaked as they rolled over the cobblestones. These goods came from merchant ships traveling east and west, unloading at the port of the Pier Academy and then bringing some of them to the small towns nearby to supply the people's daily needs.
Climb up to the tallest Star Cathedral in the academy and stand on the steps in front of the church, you can easily overlook the entire academy.
A long, high wall separates the academy from the town outside. Smoke can be seen rising from the town, people coming and going, and many people hawking goods at various stalls and shops. The buyers include students, tourists, and some minor nobles.
There was a long line in front of the main entrance to the academy. Most of them were ordinary people who came to work at the school, and they were going through the inspection in an orderly manner. The inspectors would check the badges on their chests and simply record the numbers on the badges.
Inside the high walls, students were coming and going. They were wearing black and white robes. Not many of them talked to each other, and most of them were relatively quiet.
Luo Xier walked into the interior of the Starlight Cathedral. At this time, some students had already arrived. They were sitting in groups of three or four on the benches in the church. Some were talking quietly, while others seemed to know each other before and were surprised to find that they were in the same college.
The interior of the church is very spacious. Even if the ground is full of people, only one-tenth of the space can be filled. The high dome makes people feel extremely empty. The morning sunlight shines in through the colored glass windows, forming mottled seven-colored shadows on the ground and the rows of chairs.
This was also the first time for Roxelle to enter the cathedral inside Emenas. She looked around with a little curiosity. The floor was made of fine blue-gray marble, the walls and the stone pillars inside were a light gold, and the dome was covered with exquisite murals depicting the scenes of the Chaos Disaster War. There were angels, demons, elves, dragons, knights, wizards, skeletons, water monsters, etc. The enemies were twisted shadows that took on various strange shapes to fight, and the battlefields were in various places.
One mural depicted a strikingly vivid scene. A majestic, straight bridge spanned a river thickly painted with deep blue paint. To the lower left of the bridge, a crowd of fleshy figures seemed to be wailing as they scrambled towards the side of the bridge in a chaotic, chaotic procession. To the upper right, a tightly packed formation of knights, wielding lances and shields and clad in exquisite armor, stood. The sky seemed shrouded in dark clouds, with only a few glimpses of light glimpsing through the gaps. An angel with golden-red wings soared above the knights, its cross sword ablaze, poised to strike, as if shouting something.
On the city wall at the bridgehead, elves with pointed ears drew their bows and arrows, emerald green light condensed on the arrows. In the river on the lower right, a giant octopus emerged from the water, with a half-human, half-fish singer sitting on its head, seemingly singing. In the upper left corner of the picture, there were a few misty black spots, and judging from their wings, they seemed to be dragons.
This painting should be about the famous "Battle of the Bridge" during the Chaos Disaster, Loran Hill guessed. However, it was a bit strange that the bridge was different from the current one. There were not a few stone pillars at intervals under the bridge, but dense vertical fences, as if to isolate and filter the river. Only the middle part was very tall and could be pulled up to allow river boats to pass.
Walking to the seat of her class, Loran Hill sat down quietly and waited. Because of her status, she didn't know many people, and only a few classmates from her original Class 1 or Class 2 would say hello when they saw her.
About half an hour passed before the second-year students gradually arrived, slowly filling the front rows. Those on the left wore uniform white robes with gold trim, while those on the right wore uniform black robes with silver trim. Of the original 1,200 or so freshmen, only about 300 were assigned to the Temple Academy—no more, no less. Of these, nearly 200 were in the Angel Order, and perhaps less than 100 were in the Undead Order.
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