In the preface of Master Donila's own travel notes, he wrote a lot of work preparations for traveling the Fara Peninsula in the society, and also specifically listed the helpers he got during the preparation process and some books and documents he consulted. .
This elf mage whose blood is mainly forest elves, supplemented by humans and flower elves, even thoughtfully marked it out at the end of the preface, where the books he consulted are in the learning library and where the query is consumed.
General Gulatne turned over the preface and saw the catalog of the book, which recorded a series of experiences of Master Donila's trip to the Fara Peninsula in a standard book format.
Just by scanning the directory, the old general could know from the name of the directory that the alien mage came to this ancient land where the rebellion was suppressed and conflicts were fierce.
Just from the section in the catalog of pretending to be in business for the convenience of his own travel, he himself can seem to re-acquaint the 'old friend' sitting across from him at the moment.
He glanced at his old friend, and then quickly flipped to the section on doing business according to the page number recorded in the catalog.
Just flipping through it a few times, he saw many old names buried in his memory.
Some of these people died early in the process of fighting against the empire, and now it feels strange to see their vivid names in addition to his own memory.
And some people died in the battle with the old nobles on the Farah Peninsula. Although the situation was chaotic at the time, at least they played a role that he now thinks is worthy of recognition.
And some people died in the battle with the primitive army of the church that the desert tribe later renamed the Church of the Ring of the Sun.
These were some of the names he didn't want to see the last time, and he felt a little sorry for those partners who fought together.
To his embarrassment, he also saw some names, some of these once close friends died by his own sword. It was the last major war on the Farah Peninsula many years ago. After the mixed and changed Church of the Ring of the Sun.
boom.
He closed the travel book, exhaled, and closed his eyes slightly to let go. Then, he nodded to the vice-principal of Zhanlan Tianguang who had been watching him all the time.
"Deputy dean, it seems that my friend at the time did indeed come to visit the Farah Peninsula. Therefore, the assassination incident that happened at the singing party in the auditorium a few days ago was indeed a story that originated many years ago. Misunderstand."
The old general finished speaking slowly, and while the vice-principal nodded to show his understanding, he raised the book in his hand: "Then Duny, can I borrow this travel book for a while, I have to go home and have a look. Curious how you describe me in the book."
Master Donila covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, covering most of his face: "Yes, if you want to know more. I will give it to you, this book about the journey of the Fara Peninsula I still have some books in stock."
The old general resentfully put the books into the pouch of his armor belt. He doesn't want to read the content now. Doni must have said nothing good about him. After all, when he was young, although he was always good at fighting, he was also famous for his ignorance and recklessness.
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The old mage smiled and took a full drag on the pipe: "It seems that this little misunderstanding has been resolved. I hope that the Church of the Ring of the Sun can inform the news as soon as possible, so that the people of Taturones can learn from the previous period. The mood of the search is relieved."
He paused the pipe on the table and adjusted the alien tobacco in the pipe: "After all, the famous big storm will arrive in a few days. I am looking forward to it. After all, although I have traveled extensively, the northern side of the Fara Peninsula And the big storm that appeared on the east side, but I still haven’t seen it with my own eyes.”
Mage Kony, who was sitting by the side and hadn't spoken much, continued excitedly: "I'm also curious about the specific situation of this big storm. I've only heard it in stories before, and the descriptions of bards have always been It's exaggerated, but all the descriptions of big storms, in particular, are exaggerated."
The other three in the room looked at each other in a tacit understanding.
"The big storm on our Fara Peninsula will definitely surprise the distinguished president of the Northern Magic Society and the mages who came to travel this time. Although I am a local, no matter how many times I experience it, the big storm will make us awe .At this moment, my respect for my lord will become more devout." Vice-principal Zhanlan Tianguang clasped his hands together.
Master Donila nodded: "The big storm is really magnificent, President, I spent some time trying to understand how it is generated every year, but I have never succeeded. I hope you can explain it to me. "
The old mage chuckled: "I am not omnipotent, I have to see the specific situation."
General Gulatne muttered: "During the big storm, there must be many remnants of the empire and the old nobles making waves. I hope that in this year's big storm, those mages will not do something too strange."
"Don't worry, although they act a bit uniquely, I have told you that they will not cause any harm when traveling."
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After all, General Guratne still 'enjoyed' the shrinking magic that he himself requested that day. However, regarding this matter, he did not reveal anything afterwards. The mages who were present at the time would not talk nonsense, and the vice-principal Zhanlan Tianguang who was with him at the time was also a very strict-spoken senior priest of the church.
On the second day after the meeting, a batch of identification marks made by the church overnight was sent to Mage Coney, and then the old mage used magic to make all the accompanying magicians get the actual controller of the Farah Peninsula—— Logo certification made by the Church of the Ring of the Sun.
With this thing, it means that these mages outside the territory have been recognized by the local controller, which will greatly avoid some misunderstandings.
Magicians are very strange, especially those around the old mage. Because they pay more attention to the exploration and construction of magic mysteries than other things, they think differently in many things.
After resolving these matters, the old mage and Kony will also wander around Taturones Harbor City after work while waiting for the upcoming big storm.
At this time, they were strolling through a market in Taturones Harbor City.
The military search a few days ago still brought a lot of inconvenience to the residents, especially the delay in repairing and strengthening the roof and the water reservoir at the bottom of the house before the big storm came.
The market where the two of them strolled sells everything and has distinctive features. As the time is approaching the big storm, the tools and materials for house repair are quite hot.
Residents wearing headscarves to protect themselves from the sun were scrambling to buy these things, swearing at the troublemaker who made them rush to buy them at this moment.
The Church of the Ring of the Sun has vaguely ignored the previous so-called assassination incident, although the imperial officials who nominally manage the place in Taturons sneered at this, and expressed their strong concern about the assassination incident in public. But the new local dignitaries who were instructed by the church knew that although they didn't know the specific reasons behind the assassination, since the church no longer attached importance to the assassination, they naturally had to cooperate with the church to downplay the matter.
"Mage Donila won't like to hear these things." Kony touched his nose and said with a smile.
The old mage observed the maintenance tools and materials for a while, and then looked at the local residential buildings not far away from the market. He nodded clearly and followed the words of the student Connie: "That's not necessarily true, our' Good friend 'Donilafa, he's a good friend to everyone."
Kony understood what the old mage said and smiled.
Because Mage Kony wore high-ranking aristocratic costumes and the aristocratic coat of arms hanging on his chest, when the two of them walked in the market, the people around them were far away from them.
An open space was spontaneously separated directly in the crowded market.
The two mages naturally knew that this was just a way for ordinary residents to avoid trouble. In the eyes of the residents, these gorgeously dressed nobles, especially young nobles, not only met them on the road, but just took a look at them, as if they would cause trouble for themselves.
"Look at Kony, these tools, and materials that are moisture-proof and moisture-proof. I can think of how people in the Fara Peninsula lived during the big storm. There is also a scene of a big storm." The old mage nodded the things around him , shook his head slightly and sang softly:
"The **** of the sea roars to the sky, and what is desired becomes a disaster."
"The ancient ancestors worked hard to survive, and the annual rotation melted into mud."
"The sky and the earth are overturned, the sea is the sea, the sky is the sea, and the earth is the sea."
Shaking his head, the old mage walked with Kony: "In the early days, the people in the northern part of the Fara Peninsula, their hard work would be wiped out by the big storm every year. Although it is not fatal, you must know that most of their buildings are It is made of ventilated outer pipe soil that weaves ant nests in the Gobi desert."
"A friend of mine was here a long time ago, and the house was usually fine, but when there was a big storm, it would be melted by the excessive precipitation."
He shook his head.
"Actually, the empire didn't do nothing. At least in the early days of the empire, they still solved this big problem that plagued the residents in the northern part of the Farah Peninsula."
"Empire? How did they solve it? Teacher." Kony asked curiously. He knew that, as the longest-lived human being in the world, he must know the original story, even though he had never been to Farah Peninsula.
"Upgrade of construction technology!"
"Building technology? Is that all?" Kony thinks the reason is that simple? If so, why didn't the people of the Fara Peninsula invent it themselves.
Shaking his fingers: "Of course it's not that simple. The giant ventilation pipes built by traditional weaver ants in the desert are not waterproof. Although that kind of thing is everywhere in the desert of Farah and next door, it can be easily made into a building." material. But when it encounters precipitation, the whole house will turn into mud.”
Gradually they walked out of the crowded market and came to the not very spacious main road.
"If it is in other desert areas, this is not a problem. After all, as you know, the desert has little precipitation. Compared with a simple house, drinking precipitation is more important."
Kony looked at the old mage: "Big storm?"
"Yes, yes. There is a large annual storm on the north and east sides of the Farah Peninsula. The violent precipitation will melt everything that people have worked so hard to build on this land. Except for the rock buildings where the powerful live."
The old mage pointed to the bay on the north side of Taturones Harbor City and said: "Actually, the resources of the Fara Peninsula are not bad. Going out to sea is a vast fishing ground, and in the desert there are minerals and rare animals that are transported from the ground by the flow of sand dunes. spices."
"But all of this has to be based on the fact that the humans living here can have a stable residence. Otherwise, those precious things will just be placed there."
"It's like entering a treasury without taking it." Kony interjected.
"It's similar, but not consistent. Fortunately, the nascent empire represented by my friend has solved this problem." The old mage said, stroking his beard, and seeing Kony's eyes open, a look of the next story Talk about it quickly.
He smiled.
"The solution is not difficult, but the problem is how to popularize it. In the long time ago of the magic empire, the people who lived here used glass made by burning magic flames as a commonly used building material."
Kony stared. For him, even when the ancient magic empire learned how to train mage apprentices, it would only briefly introduce some, and never explained in detail. Not to mention the news of how the people of the Magic Empire who lived here at that time built their houses.
But he knew, and his teacher must have known. The reason is very simple, the old mage who has lived for a long time, he himself was the man before the destruction of the magic empire.
"In the period when the magic empire was destroyed and the new empire had not yet been established, people here could only use ordinary weaver ant ventilation pipe soil to build houses. out of rock to build houses that won't be melted by big storms."
"My friend knew that the production capacity here was limited at that time, and it was impossible for the new empire to invest a lot of money here for development, so he and his companions established a set of methods to make the buildings used by the residents here Materials are no longer afraid of water."
"It's actually very simple, it's baked with flames. I know what you mean about Kony, it's not the kind of glass baked with high-temperature magic flames during the Magic Empire period. How can ordinary people use a lot of magic flames?
So my friend took a fancy to some natural black oil mines in the Gobi here, Gaia's Pus. These things are inexhaustible, and can be burned after being ignited at high temperature. Although it will emit toxins, it is at least a lot more convenient, isn't it? And it is easy to spread. "
Speaking of this, the old mage stomped his feet and said: "Now all the big cities on the north and east sides of the fara peninsula are built on the basis that there must be a natural black oil mine around them. This is what he told me. "
"After firing, the weaving ant nest trachea soil becomes a building material that is not easy for water to pass through. With these, the cities we see now can be built."
Coney said in a low voice: "But the nest soil that was baked after being ignited by the black oil mine, the final product must be black, right? But as far as I can see, most of the buildings here are khaki or white in color?"
The old mage laughed and pointed to the sun on his finger: "My students, don't doubt the wisdom of human beings who have lived in one place for generations. Although they may not know magic, at least they will not lack in wisdom."
Connie blushed, and he probably realized something.
After laughing, the old mage took Koni to a turn on the main road, and came to the side alley from the side of the road. It is even narrower here. Since the buildings in the residential buildings are very high and the distance between each other is very close, only a small strip of sky can be seen above the head at this time.
Taking advantage of the lack of pedestrians in and out of this small alley, the old mage walked to the side of the nearby building.
"Come on, use some magic to scrape off the surface of this wall." The old mage gestured to Coney.
Coney scratched his nose and wiped the wall lightly with his hand, and the khaki magic light flashed past. Since it is not regular magic, no similar magic structure or spells are needed.
The bright earth-yellow rough wall was wiped by Kony with his hands, revealing the black brick wall underneath.
Kony suddenly realized: "Is it because of the temperature of the sun?"
The old mage nodded and pointed to the local residents walking past on the main road: "Look at their clothes, they are all light-colored clothes, these are all ways to cool down after the light shines on them~www.mtlnovel.com~human Clothing is like this, so is the building that people live in. Otherwise, the house will be too hot to be human during the day.”
The two seemed to sense something and walked away quickly.
Then, the fishbone window on this wall was opened, and a middle-aged man poked his head out to check: "Who is talking in front of the wall of my house? Well, no one?"
But the man looked down and was furious: "Which kid did it again! Get out!"
And the two mages had already left.
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After turning a corner, the two mages slowed down.
The old mage was serious: "Similar wisdom exists in the United Kingdom in the north. In the countries and some tribes in the far north, their houses will try their best to paint the outer walls with charcoal ash, which is dark. On the one hand, it is because they feel culturally Black is more serious and solemn, and another practical aspect is that buildings painted with black charcoal gray will be slightly warmer than buildings of other colors on cold days with less sunshine. Especially for ordinary residents, they do not have The rich and powerful manors are complex, with hot air interlayers built between the walls. There are no magic heaters that are well-equipped in the mage's tower."
Coney suddenly realized that he had never cared about these things before. After all, when he was at home, as a child with magical potential, he had been well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child. In places he could see and couldn't see, there were extravagance and devotion that ordinary people could hardly imagine.
After coming to the Northern Magic Society, it is natural to stay in a truly amazing society.
The interior of the building of the society is constant temperature. In places that he and many mages or mage apprentices are unaware of, all kinds of sophisticated magic instruments and equipment are silently maintaining the temperature of various places.
Although mages are not afraid of the cold.