novelhk Chapter 148 The Borderland of Albed Part 1
Chapter 148 The Borderland of Albed Part 1
On this continent, there are numerous kingdoms of all sizes, some located in prosperous areas with vast territories, while others are situated in remote and barren border regions.
In bustling areas, there are generally more magicians.
This is because it is related to genetics. After all, if the parents have magical aptitude, their offspring have a relatively higher probability of having magical aptitude as well; if neither parent has magical aptitude, then the probability of their offspring having magical aptitude is infinitely close to zero.
Therefore, kingdoms with magicians will have no shortage of magicians, while in kingdoms without magicians, the inhabitants may even believe that magic is just a legend, a trick in fairy tales to fool children.
Most magicians yearn for more prosperous countries, since there are resources there to improve their magic skills and job opportunities to showcase their talents.
Therefore, based on the above two objective and subjective reasons, countries with magicians and countries without magicians are often highly polarized.
Where there are magicians, there will often be a lot of magicians; where there are no magicians, there may not be a single magician for hundreds of years.
Among the latter, there were also some who were jealous and hostile towards magicians.
After all, watching someone win two gold coins is often more painful than losing a whole bag of gold coins yourself. Human nature is prone to envy, and knowing how powerful magic is only amplifies this resentment. And even among those high-ranking magicians, there are bound to be some who discriminate against those who don't use magic.
The border town of Albed is home to these people who hate magicians. Most of their ancestors were discriminated against and exiled because they did not know magic. Those exiled people passed down their traditions from generation to generation, forming the medium-sized kingdom that is now composed of non-magicians.
Albedo does not allow any magicians to enter, and the locals are extremely hostile towards these so-called lucky ones.
They believed this place was a paradise for non-magicians, and that magicians coming here would be a defilement and a blasphemy.
If a sorcerer is found in the kingdom, they claim they will subject that intruder to unimaginable torture.
Even so, quite a few magicians still come here for sightseeing. After all, curiosity killed the cat; the more you forbid people from entering, the more people want to come in and take a look.
Once a rebellious curiosity takes hold, even God can't stop it.
For magicians, there are countless ways to enter the country without being detected by non-magicians, as long as they are not discovered.
"Where did you come from?" At this moment, the gatekeeper was checking the entry of a simply dressed young man. He was wearing a sword and had a sinister expression on his face as if someone owed him money. A white dove was perched on his shoulder.
This person is clearly not a magician.
After all, what kind of magician wields a sword? To most non-magicians, a magician wielding a sword is as bizarre as a young girl next door growing up with unparalleled strength and power.
Many magicians infiltrated the ranks this way.
“Pastrick,” the young man replied succinctly. He was not a talkative person, and this was the first time he had dealt with the gatekeeper in many months.
This is naturally a zither.
"What are you doing here?" the gatekeeper asked.
"travel."
"You're not a magician, are you?" Although it was obvious he wasn't, the gatekeeper still asked the question.
"Of course, I have no magic." Jean wasn't lying.
“I understand that feeling. We are mocked by those snobbish guys just because we don’t have magic,” the gatekeeper said. Although they were not magicians and were extremely dissatisfied with magicians, their words were still full of longing for magic.
Jean nodded.
"Brother, you've done a good job raising pigeons," the gatekeeper suddenly said.
Upon hearing these words, the white dove puffed out its chest, indicating its satisfaction with the gatekeeper's judgment.
"Stop trying to hold on. No matter how much you try, something that doesn't exist just doesn't exist," Qin said.
"What did you say?" The gatekeeper seemed not to understand Qin's words.
"It's nothing," Qin said, as the angry white doves pecked at her. "May I enter the country now?"
"Do you sell pigeons? My grandma likes pigeons," the gatekeeper asked.
"How many gold coins do you want to be sold for? Five gold coins, is that okay?" Qin seemed to be asking Pigeon for his consent.
Upon hearing this, the pigeons pecked even harder.
“It said it’s not for sale,” Qin said.
"That's a real shame—please come in then." The gatekeeper ushered him through the city gate. "I wish you a pleasant visit to Albert."
Once Qin had fully entered the kingdom and turned a corner into a secluded spot, the white dove on his shoulder disappeared in a wisp of mist, replaced by a gray-haired girl in casual clothes.
Fearing exposure, Elena had long ago put away her magician's clothes.
But just in case, she even disguised herself as a pigeon to avoid suspicion, making it a foolproof plan.
"I'm only worth five gold coins?" Elena smiled as she recovered her human form.
"I think five gold coins for a pigeon is too expensive," Qin said, shrugging.
“Should I thank you?” Elena said.
And about what they said about my figure—you wait, I'll definitely get my revenge.
Their original destination was the Forgotten City, also known as East, the City of Faith—but this country was so mysterious that it refused entry to any non-residents unless introduced by a local.
As expected, Elena and Jean, who didn't know any locals in East, were turned away at the door.
After traveling to several places, Elena chose to come and see this place.
To put it bluntly, she's just reached the age of rebellion, and like many other magicians who come here, she just wants to see what's so special about this place.
Now, she has successfully entered the country without being discovered.
in the country, unless one uses magic, no one can know that they are a magician.
Just as Elena was pondering what to do next, her eyes fell upon a diary lying quietly at the entrance of the alley.
It's like my own diary.
She instinctively thought she had lost her diary, but upon checking, she found it lying right in her backpack.
"There's actually someone in this world who chooses to write in the same style of diary as me. They have the same taste as me, don't they?" Elena walked over and picked up the diary, wanting to see who had dropped it.
Although peeking into someone else's diary is wrong, I did it to help find out who its owner is.
The cover of the diary was marked with large, eye-catching, and neat handwriting: "Please read this diary when you get up in the morning."
"Who would write a diary like this?" Filled with curiosity, Elena turned to the first page.
“I know you’ve forgotten everything by now, but that’s okay. This diary keeps track of what happened each day. Once you open it, you’ll know what happened and what you need to do next.”
forget……
"Your name is Emnessia, and our ultimate goal is the same: to return to our homeland, the city of faith, Ister."
East—that forgotten city?
Is forgetting... related to this?
Is the owner of this diary returning to East...?
Elena quickly flipped through the diary. It was only a few pages long, suggesting that Emnicia's trip hadn't been long. Most of the entries were trivial matters of daily life, lacking any substantial content, but Elena quickly confirmed two things.
Every day, Amuncia forgets what happened yesterday and her purpose of returning home.
Sigh... If that's the case, then being with her might allow us to enter East, which refuses entry to any non-locals. We were initially refused entry because we didn't have any locals to recommend us.
He brought this Emnessia back home with him...
This plan is very feasible—but we need to find the owner of this diary first… It’s hard to imagine what terrible things a person with no memory at this moment would face.