The new student carriage of Rosak City united with other carriages outside the border crossing between two provinces.
Six fully loaded black horse-drawn carriages form a long, rushing line, continuing north along the road between mountains.
Xia Zhou is silently reciting the basic textbooks on Poison Alchemy.
A deep sigh came from across the table.
"Mars.. senior."
Little Molben was still not used to the titles within the Academy.
It took him two days after boarding to get used to his current status and to change his address to Mars from "Sir," "Your Excellency," "Mister," to the current "Senior."
Little Molben leaned on the table, in front of him a thick, closed book, his face, blackened from the stove, looked somewhat depressed:
"I'm not suited for reading, I can't remember the words on it at all."
