The Bard at Hogwarts

The sun completely appeared above the horizon.

The entire city of Loton also completely woke up.

As a subordinate city of the Mechanical Palace, people living here are lucky.

The all-night street lights and efficient machinery provide shelter at night while allowing many people to enjoy a convenient lifestyle.

It can be said that as long as there are no special circumstances, the cities controlled by the Mechanical Palace have a high happiness index in the entire continent.

The city in front of him has woken up, and Ino also stood up and tidied his clothes a little, picked up his suitcase and walked across the road.

However, his inadvertent actions frightened many people.

As the guardian Nord, the mechanic Celia and a group of night watchmen, they had long been hiding in the dark.

I thought it was a passerby, but I didn't expect that the other party didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. And the most important point is that the intruder didn't care about the rising sun at all... He just squinted his eyes slightly, and everything returned to normal.

It was this performance that not only frightened Nord and Celia, but also created a sense of despair.

"Sure enough... I shouldn't have chosen to study mechanics." Celia's tone was calm, but it was more of a kind of calmness that was more sad than a dead heart.

The inheritance records in the book made her know clearly what she encountered at the moment.

There are only two types of people who can ignore the existence of the sun: one is a normal creature living in the sun, and the other is an existence of the same status as the sun.

And the person in front of them, they stared at him all night last night, and the other party curled up in the depression of the wall with a box as a pillow and slept peacefully all night.

At night, without any shelter, he fell asleep on the street like this, and was still safe and sound. If she hadn't been in the city of Loton, Celia would have thought that her mind was infected and had a confused cognition.

"Don't despair, our message for help has been sent out."

On the side, after seeing Celia's expression, Nord comforted her.

But this comfort made Celia feel more powerless. Others might take it seriously, but she knew that the support from the hall was just a joke.

Unlike other churches, which can provide assistance by descending, the Mechanical Temple can only open the energy transmission channel and send high-priced mechanics to provide assistance.

The temple has twelve main cities, 372 secondary cities and countless small cities like Loton City. She doesn't think there is any value here, and it is worth the trouble to come to rescue. The cost of opening the transmission alone has exceeded the value of this small city itself.

But these words can't be said clearly, not only because of the ubiquitous machinery in the city, but also because this is the last hope in her heart.

Seeing that his persuasion is effective, Nord no longer delays and turns to look at the night watch team behind him.

"Remember your duties!"

The plain tone, saying the most ordinary words, also makes many night watchmen look sad. Long experience makes them know that this may be the last time to listen to the captain's instructions.

Sure enough, after Nord finished speaking, he walked to the opposite side without looking back.

...

At that moment, Ino came to the door of the hotel with a suitcase.

This is a typical hotel, located beside a busy and slightly noisy street.

The outer wall is made of mottled stones, and the years have left traces of varying depths on it. The door of the road inn is made of two heavy iron doors, and even the surface is covered with bronze carvings. The complex patterns always look a bit exotic.

Walking into the door, a smell of wood, leather and light spices hits you in the face, which is a unique atmosphere of an 18th-century hotel.

The decoration and furnishings of the hotel are pretty good, but surprisingly there are not many people here. There is only one person in the entire first-floor hall, which looks a bit like a black shop.

But since he is here, Ino does not intend to withdraw and find another one. Today is different from the past, even if it is really a black shop, he is not afraid.

In the hotel, Nord forced himself to calm down. Although his inner spirituality was alarming, he also confirmed his previous guess after the current contact.

The other party is not a chaotic intruder.

...

After a brief thought, Ino also walked to the bar of the hotel.

"Hello! I am a traveler from afar. Can I stay here? What do I need to pay?"

This seemingly polite inquiry almost broke Nord's defense. It seems that this guy doesn't even want to pretend.

In all known cities, 99% of people have never stepped out of their own city in their entire lives. As for the truly high-level existence, although they have the ability to leave the city, no one takes the risk to travel. There are too many unknowns outside the city.

Nord's brief silence made Ino a little puzzled. After secretly examining himself, he didn't say anything wrong.

"Hello? I don't mean anything else, I just want to stay in the hotel..."

Halfway through the words, Ino suddenly stopped and looked up at the ceiling slightly. Just a moment ago, he felt a strange fluctuation.

In a flash, neither of the two people present noticed that the second hand of the mechanical alarm clock on the wall of the hotel just now stopped for a moment.

As the wave disappeared in an instant, after coming to his senses, Ino was about to speak when another voice came from outside the hotel:

"Want to stay at the hotel? Welcome to the Mechanical Hall!"

The voice was pleasant, even perfect. But in this voice, Ino felt a little unreal.

This voice seemed to be synthesized, selecting all the beautiful sounds within the frequency that the human ear can receive, and then integrating them into a perfect product.

In addition to being curious, Ino also turned around and looked outside the door, while Nord behind him showed joy of surviving the disaster.

A beautiful young woman walked into the hotel after passing through two steel doors.

Her long silver-white hair spread in the box like mercury, her appearance was exquisite and flawless, and she had a kind of noble and transcendent temperament. She was dressed in a gorgeous purple-black court dress, with her hands folded in front of her, like the most beautiful princess in a fairy tale.

She was the most beautiful princess.

Even though she had experienced countless stories and met countless people, even the elves in Middle-earth.

Ino had to admit that the woman in front of him was too perfect. The eyes, eyelashes, arms, ankles, and even every strand of hair were just right, and one more or one less would destroy the beauty.

However, the excessive perfection also made him feel a little unreal.

The woman in front of him gave him the feeling of a puppet in the valley. Although those puppets were also "alive" in the true sense, they were not flesh and blood.

Ino didn't care about this. There were many strange things in the story. It was rare to have someone to talk to, but it couldn't be better.

If everyone here was like the dull innkeeper behind him, then he should consider leaving and changing the story.

Yes, leaving.

While controlling the valley, Ino also controlled his own miracle.

He could leave and stay freely.

He would never leave passively until a story was completely over like before.