After boarding the ship, Alan stood on the edge of the deck for a long time. Holding the railing, Allen felt for the first time that the sea breeze he had never heard of was so sticky, and even the rising sun was spreading warmth as if he wanted to keep little Rodel. The seagulls hovering in the air, the flying fish that jumped out of the sea from time to time, and the increasingly busy scene at the pier, all these scenes were so familiar to him, but today he was suddenly unfamiliar. Allen held back the uncontrollable tears in the corner of his eyes. He knew that Bidu Haze was not where he belonged. The place he wanted to go to was called the Sea of Stars.
Allen just stood there dumbfounded, and he didn't seem to be worried that he might be caught by Locke under the boat. It wasn't until the big ship made a humming sound that the huge body broke through the water and left the port. Allen stopped leaning on the railing, crossed the deck, and then crossed the bridge to find his cabin inside the ship.
As soon as I leave today, I don't know when I will be back.
Allen thought, the excitement of leaving home and the reluctance to leave the well intertwined, intertwined into innumerable contradictions, setting off ripples in the hearts of young people.
There are only a few large cabins in the first-class cabin, and there are not many second-class cabins, more than a dozen. But a first-class cabin can have more than 20 square meters, but the second-class cabin is almost a dormitory for two people. If it is a little worse, it is really like Allen said, "kennel", or in other words, a prison cell. Alan quickly found his cabin, opened the door, and saw his fellow cabinmates along the way. And this cabinmate is also a young boy, and he must be much younger than Allen. Not so much a teenager, but a slightly older child, about twelve or thirteen years old, at most fourteen or fifteen.
The first time Alan saw him, he saw that this young man was leaning against the back of a white chair, holding a parchment scroll in his right hand, and holding a blue and white porcelain cup in his left hand, with mellow red tea in the cup. There was a fine white light on his face, which was the sunlight shining in through the small window in the cabin. It's not as rough as an ordinary person, and the skin of a teenager is not much worse than that of a blown bullet. Well, I know this word is used to modify a beautiful woman, but it is suitable to put it here. The words "fine skin and tender meat" were written on his face. Coupled with the young man's lazy and even lazy tone and demeanor, Allen almost instantly determined that this young man must be a nobleman, and he was far superior to a small country gentleman like the Rodel family. Not to mention the appearance and behavior, the porcelain in his hand comes from the Holy Land of the Holy Order, the holy land of the Holy Order, and the color design makes people feel peaceful; the fragrance of black tea slowly drifts away from the tranquility of the countryside of Rogbos, this top-quality tea Not much is produced in a year. None of them can be easily bought by ordinary people. A local rich family like Allen has barely drank the inferior tea once or twice in 19 years, and the porcelain of the Holy Island has only seen this level.
On the cover of the parchment scroll, black ink marks were written in the Sekowebo language, which is the common language of Arcanists: "The elimination mechanism of the marine herd". This is a book on the chemistry of alien beasts, and some arcanists will specialize in this direction, just like Ellen chose spell science. The author of this book is Charles Robert, a master of domestication. Although this book is famous, Allen has not had time to read it in full, and only read a small part of it.
When the young man heard someone open the door, he also expected that it was his cabinmate, so he put down the book and tea, got up, turned his head, and bowed to the lightly dressed Aaron's shy smile. Although this smile was shy, with obvious noble etiquette, neither humble nor arrogant, and personable: "Hello, I'm Regis."
Allen had a little understanding of this set, but the family was not an orthodox nobleman, so he didn't pay much attention to learning, but little Rodel could also see the standard of Regis' movements, even higher than that of the teacher who taught him noble etiquette. What Allen noticed was not just the identity and demeanor of the young nobleman. The robe on Regis is not a standard Arcanist robe, but it must be an Arcanist robe, and it has been re-cut, and the neckline is also embroidered with delicate lines. This design style does not come from a certain big family but must also come from a big organization. Regiz's lingua franca lacks the southern and central accents of the archipelago and instead has several sounds that sound like Sekowibo. If you change to other arcanists who specialize in spell languages, you might think that Regiz is from Seccovebo, the holy place of arcanists - the arcane city-state.
This inference is in line with common sense. Arcanists need to master multiple languages to make their spells more flexible when choosing languages - all arcane spells are rooted in a certain language, and different language versions of spells are used for different systems. The induction of arcane energy varies greatly. For this reason, arcanists who have achieved little will generally master two or three languages. The most common configuration is the native language, the common language, and the Secowebo language commonly used by arcanists. If it is too late to learn, Secowebo language. It can be released first, and Regis' age is generally two types, no more.