Mozwa, the city of clock towers.
Although it is deep winter, there is no snow in this city near the ocean, and the sky is still gray. I don’t know whether it is because the smoke and dust have obscured the sky or the winter sun is dim.
The streets were filled with pedestrians wearing coats, many of whom were mages and alchemists from the magic sequence, and some were workers from various workshops in the city, including computers, clerical typists, warehouse dispatchers, maintenance technicians, postmen, and so on.
Compared to other places in Ivar's world, Mozvar, the former capital of Lurna, is more like a Renaissance city. But unlike the humanities, it actually has extraordinary magic and various magical alchemical creations.
The giant airships flying across the sky, the heavy motorcycles on the streets, the glowing hollow patterns on the shops, the clacking sounds of typewriters in the roadside shops, and the mechanical gun swords carried by the patrolmen all show a style that is completely different from the previous Earth civilization.
On a street near the edge of the city, a man wearing a top hat and a black windbreaker walked silently. His long boots stepped on the shallow puddles, splashing water slightly and echoing in the alley.
He turned several corners and came to the door of a cafe.
The front door of the cafe is a solid revolving metal door, but it has a large glass panel in the middle and the frame is painted black, which gives it an artistic feel and better fits the temperament of the store.
The man in black took out a small dark gold card from his pocket and placed it in the groove on the wall next to the door. A burst of magical light flowed into the groove along with the intricate patterns on the card. The door made a slight sound, and then the man in black pushed the door open and walked in.
Unlike other cafes, this one only caters to members, so there are very few customers. When the man in black walked in, there were only three people sitting at two tables. Two of them were talking quietly, but he ignored them and walked straight to the other table where someone was waiting for him.
"You're here." Sitting next to the mahogany table was a neatly dressed man with a white silk scarf on his collar fastened with metal buttons. He was looking at the guest who entered the cafe.
"Yeah." The man in black answered briefly before sitting opposite.
She took off her hat, shook off a few water droplets, and set it aside, revealing her long gray hair beneath. Her face was both masculine and feminine, beautiful at first glance but ordinary upon closer inspection. If you spend enough time with her, you'll unknowingly overlook her.
"The adults are very satisfied with you during this trip to the south. Even the two princes praised your achievements."
"Yeah." He responded briefly, as if he didn't care about this comment.
"A new mission has arrived. This time we are heading to the Holy Mountain of Karenriel in the north."
"What's up?"
"Help Bishop Sibis become Pope. He doesn't like Clancy."
"Is that all?"
"Yes." After thinking for a few seconds, the man continued.
"Don't reveal your identity. Even if you do, make sure people don't think it was us who did it."
"I know." The gray-haired man in black nodded.
The man opposite looked at the gray-haired man in black, whose gender was unknown, and tapped his fingers lightly for a long time.
"Don't you need any assistance?"
"Maybe." He answered indifferently.
"Heh, although you are very confident, the organization also knows that this mission is not easy. This is a backup measure."
"If that doesn't work, just kill the other competitor."
After he finished speaking, the man clapped his hands, and the other two guests in the cafe suddenly stopped talking, picked up the suitcases beside them, walked over, put them on the table, and then returned to their previous table and continued their conversation, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
The man opened the box, revealing a transparent bottle set in velvet cloth, with a teardrop-shaped gemstone floating in it, surrounded by black and white metal.
"This is a witch's relic. After being processed by those two princes, it can be used twice. The effect is equivalent to a Sequence 9 witch exerting her full power."
"What effect?" asked the man in black in a neutral voice.
"It works? Haha." The man opposite looked at the man in black, his pupils and facial expressions motionless. He added the sugar cube at hand into the coffee and stirred it gently.
"Just like this piece of candy, it disappeared."
The man in black nodded slightly and closed the suitcase. Then, the fluctuations of its magic and power were concealed, making it difficult for even a Sequence 9 to detect.
He stood up and was about to leave the cafe with his suitcase when a voice came from behind him.
"That witch's title was the Salt Witch. She died in a secret raid by the church a thousand years ago."
The man in black nodded slightly, then pushed open the revolving door and walked out of the cafe.
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Emenas, Temple College.
A group of people, including 2 teachers and 8 students, climbed onto the back of a giant white dragon and sat on the saddle on the dragon's back. Then, as the dragon flapped its wings, a thrust came from the back, and everyone rose directly into the sky with the dragon.
This giant flaming dragon from the Sanctuary is a Sequence 7 being. It is not very old and has a relatively gentle personality, making it perfect for picking up and dropping off students traveling between the Sanctuary and Emenas.
The wind is cold and biting high in the sky.
A faint halo appeared around the giant dragon, offsetting the howling cold wind and air currents, and everyone felt a little more comfortable.
Riding a giant dragon is a very novel experience for many students. They look at the dragon's back curiously, and sometimes even want to reach out and touch the dragon's white scales.
But they still suppressed their curiosity. It would be bad if they upset the dragon. Besides, as exchange students now, they also had to consider the reputation of the college and could not be as casual as they were in school.
After flying for half a day, when it was getting dark, mountains and peaks began to appear in the distance.
The giant dragon traveled through the mountains, and between the mountains were tall palaces and churches. Stone steps extended through the mountains, and every few meters there was a tall pillar of fire, illuminating the mountain road below.
Pedestrians wearing clothes of various colors walked on the mountain path. They walked on foot, sometimes worshipping and chanting some words.
The giant flaming dragon tilted its wings, changed direction in front of a high mountain, then slowly slowed down and landed on an open space halfway up the mountain.
Ingrid took the lead in jumping off the dragon saddle, and the following students also jumped off from above.
Although it was 5-6 meters above the ground, these students were all extraordinary people, so they would not be injured by the fall.
Loran Hill also landed in this open space. In front of him was a tall palace half hidden in the mountain. Behind him was a huge abyss nearly a hundred meters wide. Below was a very deep valley with some gravel and small trees.
Halfway up the mountain were trees covered with snow, and some palaces and platforms were partially visible in the valley, vaguely visible.
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