Chapter 029 - Auston City

The Nile River is the first river in the Aramaic continent, this river that almost runs through the continent starts from the year-round snowy and cold Taylor Snow Mountain, and all the way brings together countless rivers of all sizes, eventually flowing into the Windland Sea.

Now it is already early spring, the cold winter biting cold still seems to be unable to give up this piece of continent, unscrupulous sip up the mouth to advocate their own rough and powerful. River surface in the sunshine and cold wind blowing, rippling.

Johnsan stood on the deck, the linen sails hunting in the strong wind as Folo City, shrouded in mist in the distance, eventually disappeared from his view.

"Master, this is your first trip to the Imperial Capital, isn't it?" Fate came over from the deck and stood next to Johnsan, shrinking only a little from the cold.

"Uh-huh." Johnsan nodded and said, "It's a first, have you been there before?"

"Been there quite a few times, my home isn't far from the Imperial Capital, it's in a village in the Keith Mountains." Fate sighed, "It's been decades since I left home, and I don't know what my home is like now.

Johnsan laughed, "Don't be sentimental, if one day you can break through to the Law Saint rank, then you'll return home with the badge of nobility and your family will be proud of you."

A magician at the level of a Fa Sage would be valued by the Empire, and would then be solicited with a noble title, the lowest being a Viscount title.

"Let's hope for that day." Fate was filled with wonder.

Johnsan smiled and said, "Catch up on your training."

With that, Johnsan made his way to the cabin where he lived, and after entering and closing the door, he sat down on the bed, took out the yellowed book of summoning secrets, and concentrated on following the patterns of the rune deeds on it, stretching his fingers out and scratching them quickly.

Days went by like this, life on the ship was boring, Johnsan practically spent the whole day practicing his spiritual power, just not the slightest progress yet. On the contrary Fate's magic cultivation was vaguely showing signs of a breakthrough towards intermediate magician.

What gives Johnsan a bit of a headache is that the little black dragon is just too big a eater.

When he was bored on the ship, Johnsan summoned it out to play, the little black dragon stayed inside the spiritual space is to fall asleep, but obviously can see that it is also growing. If summoned to the outside, it was as if it had been starving for more than ten years, the whole roasted lamb could be eaten in the blink of an eye, still curling its tongue and licking its mouth, with a face of unfulfilled desire, looking at Johnsan with that kind of pitiful eyes.

Johnsan could only keep greeting the servants and asking them to bring over food in front of their strange eyes. Originally, the food on the ship was enough for a boatload of people to eat, but because of the extra little black dragon, the ship was halfway there and had to find some port cities to replenish the food.

Then Bernie couldn't resist going to Johnsan, summoned beasts don't need to eat if they're kept in mental space, and assuming that Johnsan was bored and had summoned aliens to feed on, he politely expressed that the Lord Margrave was waiting in the Imperial Capital, and that the trip couldn't be delayed any longer.

Johnsan also stopped summoning the little black dragon out, and so, after traveling downstream along the Nile for thirteen days, the galleon finally docked. The caravan traveled west along the avenue for another three days and finally reached the imperial capital of the Lance Empire, the city of Austen.

The city of Austen already has a history of more than four hundred years, although it is not as historical as some of the relics of ancient cities in the Aramaic continent, but it has a unique majestic grandeur and bleakness.

The city of Austen is located in the center of the Lance Empire, a land that has been silent for centuries since King Andrew #Elroy moved the capital from the cold northwest to here more than four hundred years ago. This same King Andrew, a devout follower of the Holy See, lavishly ordered the erection of the Central Cathedral, the tallest building in the Lance Empire, an unprecedented project that lasted over two hundred years before it was completed.

If it were not for the Holy See's continuous financial support from the back, this central cathedral, which is built halfway up the mountain range and is three hundred and forty-two meters high from the horizon, would have been enough to make the Lance Empire's treasurer of all time spit blood and die.

After seeing the Central Cathedral, which had been praised countless times in the epic poems, from the carriage, Johnsan was deeply shocked. The central cathedral, full of Gothic flavor, was closely connected with the towering Keith Mountain Range, and the building, all made of smooth stone bars, had a unique beauty of simple lines, reflecting the morning sunlight in a natural and harmonious way. The soaring spires of the cathedrals, piercing straight into the sky, are awe-inspiring.

Under the Keith Hill was the vast city of Austen, the four-wheeled carriage entered the city of Austen along the broad verdant avenue, the city guards at first thought it was a merchant caravan, yawning and wanting to go and interrogate it, and in the meantime to see if they could extort a few gold coins, the badge on the carriage that symbolized the Harriman family instantly put them out of sleep, and they immediately saluted the carriage with the most respectful courtesy.

The carriage sped along the central avenue to the center of the city, this avenue is paved with the natural white stone of the Taylor snow mountain, a total of more than 3,000 meters of the central avenue can be said to be a corpse of the bones.Johnsan heard Crowell said that the white stone from the distant Taylor snow mountain was transported to the city of Austin, the 3,000 meters of the central avenue, the death of the civilians and slaves in the quarrying and transporting of the stone road, more than 10,000 people.

The carriage turned into the Lyon district from the central avenue, where either royalty or Imperial dignitaries reside, and the center of power of THE Lance Empire, except for the nobility or the aristocracy, the richer rich are not qualified to stay here.

The carriage turned into the Marquis of Sweet's mansion located at the western edge of the Lyon district, and after waiting for the driver to call a halt to the carriage, Johnsan put on a harmless smile and walked down.

With his status, naturally there would be no big names to greet him, let alone Marquis Sweet himself, and there were a few servants standing in the courtyard helping to carry things.

Bernie went up and whispered something to one of the servants and came over to Johnsan, "The Lord Marquis is in the backyard, I'll take you there now."

Johnsan nodded to him and followed with Fate, looking around along the way. Green green, red red, the biggest feature of the huge Prince's Mansion was the planting of many exotic plants, from the roses in full bloom to the extremely rare black blossom that was nearly extinct on the continent, the rockery, fish pond, stone bridge and flowing water were carefully arranged to complement each other. The scenery was much more elegant than the ancient Viscount Crowell's mansion.

Not being able to stop the number of attics and pavilions, Bernie led Johnsan into a crescent-like archway, where a huge platform appeared in front of him, all of which was made of white stone, just like a big, bright mirror.

Platform placed on both sides of dozens of racks, above inserted is nothing more than a knife, gun, stick and a class of weapons, empty platform sitting on an old man, hair white, body slightly hunched over, holding a thick book in his hands to see is mesmerized.

"Lord Marquis." Bernice Matters walked over with Johnsan and bowed respectfully, "I have brought Young Master Nicholas back."

That old man was none other than Marquis Sweet, as if he had just noticed a few people coming over, he raised his head to look at Johnsan, smiled slightly and said, "You are Nicholas, aren't you, quite similar to your grandfather."

"Greetings Lord Marquis." Johnsan gave a decent salute and said, "Nicholas greets you on behalf of his father and mother."

"Seeking the door to cause trouble, rubbing out the Battle Master with your own strength, and killing a Grand Summoner's rank six magical beast. Nicholas, you really do have the same fiery temperament as your grandfather Hadley." Marquis Sweet wore a smile and his eyes were exceptionally clear.

Johnsan smiled coyly and didn't say anything.

"When you go to the Imperial Capital, those people you're going to meet are the core of the Harriman family, and in front of them, especially those seventy and eighty year old nobles, don't presume to go to your own small-mindedness in exchange for benefits. Be yourself appropriately, even if you act like a fool, and you may be able to get what you want."

This was something Linda tearfully said to Johnsan before she left, and Johnsan thought deeply of it.

"Bernie, take them down for an early dinner first and bring them over later." The old Marquis showed his teeth to Johnsan and continued to bury his head to read the thick book "History of Imperial War" in his hand.

Saying goodbye to Sweet, Johnsan and Fate followed Bernie out of the martial arts arena, where a servant had already cleaned up the room, and the two of them changed clothes and casually ate away.

"That's Lord Marquis." Fate took a bite of the veal loin and said vaguely with a face full of excitement, "It's the first time I've ever stood so close to a Marquis."

Johnsan gave him a scornful look, when he noticed Bernie walking around the yard, casually picking off a few bites before leading Fate towards the yard.

Following Bernie back to the martial arts field, it wasn't that long ago that there were dozens of people standing on the empty field, all of them teenagers around Johnsan's age.

Johnsan and the others went around the edge of the field and came up behind the Marquis of Sweet; Bernie didn't say anything, and naturally Johnsan didn't say much, standing quietly and curiously looking out into the field.

From the fine attire Johnsan could tell that most of these teenagers were dressed as nobles, neatly arranged. While Johnsan was sizing them up, the eyes of the men flicked to him, both playfully and curiously.

"Alright, let's begin." A tall man standing in front of the group said loudly, "Each of you will train separately by squad."

In a well-organized manner, the forty-odd teenagers were divided into dozens of small teams, doing some basic training to enhance physical strength. It was different from Johnsan's guess, these teenagers not only had the right movements, but also had a few taller and stronger ones, throwing up and down the hundred pounds of stone locks with great ease.

"Hooker." Marquis Sweet called out softly, and the tall man answered, running over respectfully to stand with his hands hanging down.

"How's it going, these guys have been here for a month now, found any good seeds yet?" Sweet put down his book and asked lightly.

The tall man called Hooker said respectfully, "Reporting to Lord Marquis, a total of sixty-five people were sent last time, excluding the seven who have magic potential that have already been sent to study at George Academy, there are still twenty-three people here who have the potential to become warriors."

"Uh-huh." Sweet nodded with satisfaction and said, "Observe for a while longer, if there's really no potential then send it over to Jim's side to see if there's any other qualifications, and if it's crap just send it home."

Hooker bowed in response as Sweet stood up and waved Johnsan straight out the door.Johnsan followed amidst the envious gazes of a crowd of teenagers.