Rather than calling this place a corner of the Ivory Tower, it's more accurate to describe it as a series of busy workshops.
So rooms have their doors wide open, revealing behind them the workings of a magic star disc, with countless points of light flickering within the bronze tal ring.
Luo Yan happened to see a few apprentices who seed to be senior students, fiercely debating complex rune structures around a floating blackboard.
The air here was suffused with the hissing sound of liquid cooling and the peculiar scent of magic potions, and equally filled with the passion of creation and experintation.
However, the experints here seed unrelated to the Void Realm and did not involve the exploration of dangerous, cutting-edge domains.
Soon—
The platform reached the bottom layer, and the scenery before his eyes opened up brightly, with the hissing sound of liquid cooling replaced by the bustling human voices.
The spacious hall was crowded with young apprentices, most of whom wore uniform gray apprentice robes, hastily crossing the gallery, heading towards towering arches.
Behind those arches seed to be tiered classrooms, and within those bustling little heads, there might have been familiar faces.
Speaking of which, I wonder how Finic and the others are doing.
Luo Yan just realized he hadn't said goodbye when he left, but he quickly thought of them as re travelers in the journey, and with a smile, he let it go.
Kegi enthusiastically introduced the various facilities of the Academic State to Prince Colin during the journey, with a faint touch of boastfulness or pride in his voice.
Many of the things here have been obtained from the Void Realm in the last fifty years, and the Holy City is clearly impossible to have similar things.
That's undoubtedly true.
But he probably can't imagine another kind of life he hasn't seen—those guys at the Royal Art Academy live far more comfortably.
Whether in the future or the present.
Throughout, the young dragon Taufu on Luo Yan's shoulder restlessly twisted, especially when she heard soone without fur boasting about the ingenious design of the elevator.
Finally unable to hold back, she ground her teeth and whispered in the dragon language that only Luo Yan could understand.
"Pfft, isn't that just an elevator? Plain and obviously copied from the Zeta Empire!"
"And that glowing crystal... isn't it just a light bulb? How dare they flaunt it! Haha, I could guess with my toes where they copied it from!"
When she saw the wall-mounted course schedule constantly changing content, her cynicism magnified to the extre through her wide-open eyes.
"Wait, how did they make the photos move... tsk, such poor imitation feels inferior to my ho's holographic projection."
Luo Yan almost couldn't hold back his laughter; this little rascal was apt to call it a horse when seeing hooves, and a donkey when seeing mouths, completely forgetting that pigs, cows, and sheep also have these features.
But considering her still-developing brain, he didn't bother to complain, rely showing interest by teasing in the dragon language: "Have you ever played a certain ga?"
Taufu froze for a mont, tilting her little head.
"Ga?"
"Nothing," Luo Yan said nonchalantly, "Forget it."
He couldn't figure out how to say it in dragon language.
Taufu: "???"
"Sir... were you just speaking in dragon language?" At the sa mont Luo Yan and Taufu finished their exchange, Kegi finally couldn't resist asking softly, with a hint of surprise and envy.
Ancient.
Profound.
Full of primitive power!
Though he clearly heard only a few syllables, they remarkably matched the phonetic descriptions he had seen in literature!
Just as his voice fell, Taufu, forbidden by her master to speak in front of people, suffered a thousand points of damage as if thousands of scratching hands were tickling the soles of her feet.
Feeling the tremor from her neck, Luo Yan chuckled softly and nodded.
"Yes."
"You are truly... so learned!" Kegi genuinely praised, looking at Luo Yan with even more admiration.
"Don't you have dragon language classes here?" Luo Yan casually asked.
At the Demon King Academy, although dragon language wasn't a popular course, the library still had a complete collection of books on the dragon language.
"It's there," Kegi scratched his head, awkwardly replied, "but it's not a popular research topic, and because it has little to do with the mainstream magic system, coupled with the lack of brilliant culture from the Dragon Clan and Dragon God, only a few masters are researching it... Ah, we've arrived."
Kegi seed completely unaware of the murderous gaze from the young dragon on Prince Colin's shoulder.
He just felt a chill behind him, subconsciously speeding up his pace, quickly leading the group away from the bustling hall.
They passed through an excessively grand arch of the main tower, and the external bustle and the thin northern light rushed in.
Before their eyes was an extrely wide circular square!
The surface here was paved with polished marble like a frosted mirror, reflecting the cloud-piercing mage towers connected to it.
This was the public heart of the Academic State—Scholar Square!
The howling wind and snow were isolated by magic light in a translucent barrier. Though the air wasn't warm, it wasn't as cold as the snowfield!
Sarah observed her surroundings, her icy deanor finally lting due to the novelty she hadn't seen before. Previously, they'd descended directly onto the terrace of the tower's spire using Professor Hector's flying carriage, not noticing the wheels beneath that were so astounding.
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