Chapter 770 — The Start of the Year

The large notices promoting the shadow play (His Majesty the Emperor called them "posters") had already been put up along the roadside, and in the past two days the arcane-net broadcasts had been introducing and promoting this brand-new thing in advance. Right now he could faintly make out the contents of the poster on the wall across the street.

A mechanical ship laden with passengers sailed along the broad Gorgon River, several distinctive main characters appeared against the backdrop of the scene, and below the whole picture was the final title of the shadow play.

"The Immigrants"

Simple, direct, and plain.

"Indeed... this matter has brought me a sense of 'pride' such as I never felt in the past dozen years of my life," Fendil said with a smile and a sigh. "I never imagined that casting aside all notions of status and traditional rules, and working alongside so many people from every class and every background to accomplish a single thing, could be so joyful."

Eliven smiled as well: "I'm also very glad I listened to your advice back then and took part in this most meaningful undertaking..."

Fendil turned to glance at his good friend, smiled, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder..

"So, my friend, let me copy the answers to the second geometry paper."

"...?"