At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was smudged with rose-gold glow.
The large clouds are like soaring flames that burst into the sky.
The roads in the royal capital are clean and wide, with tall plane trees planted on both sides.
Tall brass street lamps were separated by dozens of meters, and orange lights flickered in the transparent glass lampshade.
Steam carriages come and go on the street, and there are hardly any ordinary carriages to be seen.
Residents walking on both sides of the street also walked calmly and dressed elegantly.
The men wore neat suits with bowler hats and long walking sticks.
Ladies are more sophisticated, with a cinched waist that outlines a slender, slender waist.
The wide panniers are decorated with various lace, ribbons, bows and other accessories.
He also wears a fashionable hat made of colorful flowers and gorgeous feathers on his head.
The streets are lined with Gothic spires.
The flying arches are very beautiful, and the stained glass windows are graceful and mysterious.
The steam carriage drove over a wide arch bridge spanning both sides of the inland river, and you could see the scenery on both sides of the river from the inside.
The shimmering river water reflects the strong and warm colors of the sunset.
There are also several steam-powered boats gliding peacefully on the water on the river.
True Countryman Cyril stared intently at the scenery outside the window.
As expected of the royal capital!
Elegant, stylish and romantic.
When he was immersed in the beauty of the lanterns, he suddenly heard Johnson ask: "I don't know which wizarding college you are going to?"
Turns out there's more than one wizarding academy
Cyril retracted his gaze and looked at Mr. Scott.
A faint light flashed across Brian's monocle, and he gently hooked the corners of his lips, "Snowberg Wizarding Academy."
Snowberg Wizarding Academy.
Cyril thought silently in his heart.
"S... Snowberg Wizarding Academy?!"
Johnson raised his voice in surprise.
Cyril and the other five wizard apprentice reservists all looked at Johnson.
Johnson glanced at the ignorant children with complex eyes.
He suddenly smiled at Brian, and a shudder realized that the wizard from Snowberg Wizarding Academy was still sitting beside him.
Johnson stammered and praised: "Snowberg Wizarding Academy! Very... a very powerful wizarding academy! Famous!"
Cyril suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
The complicated expression on the wizard's apprentice's moment just now didn't seem like a compliment from the heart...
"Look! Knight of the Light."
Johnson, perhaps for their diversion, pointed out the window.
Cyril saw a figure riding a white horse flash by.
The Knight of Light, sitting on the white horse, was wearing light and fitted silver armor, which tightly outlined his smooth and sturdy body.
The knight was not wearing a helmet, but only wore an ornate saber around his waist.
"It's very close to the location of Holy Light Knight Academy."
Johnson made a brief mention, and he didn't speak again for the rest of the journey.
The steam carriage is very fast.
It didn't take long to arrive at the destination Rose Manor.
This is undoubtedly an extremely beautiful estate.
The huge golden arch is surrounded by dozens of white roses, and the pillars on both sides of the arch are also carved with relief decorations of rose bushes.
It's already October when autumn is getting deeper and deeper, but the roses here are still so bright and beautiful.
In the center of the manor is a huge group of fountains.
Streams of water create incredible shapes in the air.
Cyril was keenly aware of a powerful wave of magic power, and he carefully looked at the group of fountains.
Sure enough, I didn't see a brass fixture similar to the mansion of the Earl of Abraham - this is a fountain supported by magic!
The main building in the manor is also extremely luxurious.
The grounds are illuminated, and the walls and ceilings are decorated with fine relief paintings.
In the center of the hall hangs a luxurious chandelier with countless slender lamp branches, and inside it rises a magical flame that never goes out.
Cyril was amazed by the traces of magic everywhere in this manor, when he saw a roll of parchment tied with a golden-red velvet ribbon floating in front of Mr. Scott.
It twisted its body, shook off the soft ribbon, and slowly unfolded.
Blank parchment
Cyril stood by and silently looked at this thing.
Then he saw Mr. Scott reach out and tap it lightly, and lines of ink suddenly appeared—
"Dear guests of Snowberg Wizarding Academy, Rose Garden sincerely welcomes you..."
"Your lounge is in Snowburg Tower, and the rooms for 6 freshmen are in the main building, room numbers 601-606…"
Brian took a quick glance and signed his name lazily.
Beautifully scribbled squiggles are linked to each other.
Cyril hadn't had time to read the letter. As Mr. Scott's signature fell, the parchment suddenly exploded like a fireworks, turning into six small fragments and floating to Cyril and six people. hands.
Cyril reached out and touched the small fragment with the words "Room 601" written on the palm of his hand.
Immediately afterwards, he watched helplessly as the small piece of parchment brushed into a light gift box.
Cyril turned to look at the parchment fragments in the hands of the others, and found the same situation.
He gently pulled off the bow-knot ribbon on the gift box, and the outer packaging slowly fell, revealing a three-folded piece of paper inside.
Cyril unfolded the dark yellow paper and found that it was a map of Rose Manor, with thin silver threads delineating the detailed location.
At this moment, there is a small red dot on the map that stops in the center of the hall, which is where he is now.
Cyril curiously touched the little red dot that represented himself with his finger.
The little red dot trembled slightly, and then the map around it suddenly doubled.
Cyril blinked.
He reached out and tapped the little red dot again.
As expected, the scene on the map zoomed in again, and everything around was clearly marked on the map.
Even the few people around him were displayed with "♂" and "♀" representing male and female symbols.
In that case...
Cyril touched the blank spot next to the little red dot, and the map suddenly returned to its original size.
This map is really spiritual!
Cyril frowned, as if he had discovered a novel and interesting toy.
"Okay, you have the map now."
Brian glanced at them, with a hint of bewitchment in his voice: "Treasure your time, Rose Garden is a magical place. Of course, I hope you will still be intact when we meet again."
He takes the word "complete" lightly.
There seems to be a trace of untraceable gloating.
Cyril pondered what Mr. Scott said, as if he wanted them to explore the Rose Garden
Everyone looked at Mr. Scott and left so dashingly, looking at each other.
Let's take a look at the room first.
Everyone walked up the shiny marble stairs to the second floor, where they saw a small hall, and not far away was a spacious promenade covered with a golden-red velvet carpet.
Cyril noticed that the scene on the map had also changed.
At this time, the map shows the floor plan of the second floor, and the rooms on both sides of the corridor are marked with the words "201" and "202".
"Go up to the sixth floor."
Jenny whispered something.
The group then went up the stairs.
3rd, 4th, 5th floor...
They didn't meet other people along the way until they reached the stairs on the fifth floor, where they met several heavily armed teenagers.