Chapter 25

Chapter 25

In his room, Evan sat at the desk, his expression focused and serious. He spread out the writing paper, dipped the quill in ink, and began writing the title of his article — "Henry's Adventure."

"Henry was the second son of a declining noble family, with an elder brother who was the family heir. Possessing a strong curiosity, Henry happily ran away from home as soon as he came of age and boarded a ship bound for the New Continent."

"Papers! Get your Imperial Daily here! The Imperial Knight Academy admission list is out!" In the early morning, as the first rays of sunlight just fell upon the streets of Beckland, the newsboys, full of energy, waved their newspapers like nimble little spirits, weaving through the ancient buildings and bustling crowds of Beckland's streets. From time to time, early risers, drawn by the crisp calls, would stop a newsboy, hand over a Copper Huote, and happily buy a newspaper. These newspapers seemed like bridges connecting people to the outside world, carrying all sorts of important information and stories.

In the Empire, it was customary for inns to subscribe to newspapers. Almost all newspapers would be subscribed to, then neatly placed on the newspaper racks in the lobby for guests coming and going to browse. These newspapers were like treasure troves of knowledge, waiting for people to explore and discover. Whether it was merchants concerned with current affairs and politics, scholars passionate about literature and art, or travelers simply wanting to learn about interesting anecdotes, everyone could find content that interested them in these newspapers.

Today, Evan got up exceptionally early. He seemed driven by an inexplicable excitement and anticipation, eager to know some important news. When he first got his hands on the Imperial Daily delivered to the Violet Inn, his heartbeat involuntarily quickened. The newspaper felt weighty in his hands, carrying his hopes and dreams. The Imperial Knight Academy admission list and the casualty list were published on the front page. The eye-catching headline and black font seemed to tell stories full of challenges and opportunities. Evan immediately scanned the names anxiously, his eyes focused and tense, as if searching for the answer to his fate. He scrutinized the names from top to bottom, each name like an unknown puzzle waiting for him to solve. Finally, in the fifteenth position, he saw his own name: Evan Noah, Sheffield Residential District, Sailboat Street, No. 113.

Even steady Evan couldn't help but let out an excited cheer. The cheer was full of joy and pride, as if announcing his success to the world. He even happily spun in place, like a child receiving the most precious gift. At that moment, his heart was filled with anticipation and hope for the future.

After putting the newspaper back, Evan's excitement lingered for a long time. He ate a quick breakfast and hurried out the door. It seemed he had a clear goal in mind, a strong sense of purpose driving him forward. He placed the article he had written last night into an envelope, which seemed to carry his dreams and hopes. He carefully affixed a stamp, as if attaching a pass for his dreams. Then, he placed the envelope into a roadside mailbox, as if releasing his dreams into the world. Afterwards, Evan headed to the Sea God's church. In his heart, that place seemed to hold a mysterious power that could help him realize his wishes.

In this world, there existed a method of communication faster than sea routes, waterways, and steam trains. This method was full of mystery and fantasy, making one marvel at the wonder and greatness of the world.

The Imperial Daily was printed in Beckland, but it would take three days for this newspaper to reach Sheffield. However, if sent through the church's divine arts, it would arrive on the same day. This divine art seemed like a force transcending nature, capable of breaking the limits of time and space.

Evan handed 1 Copper Nat to a nun guarding the entrance, his eyes full of expectation and respect. After stating his request, he was led to a room with no sign on the door. That room seemed like a mysterious world, waiting for him to explore and discover. Inside, there was only a large desk. On the desk sat a large glass fish tank, inside which a clownfish swam happily. The clownfish seemed like a joyful messenger, bringing a touch of vitality and liveliness to this mysterious room.

Behind the desk sat an elderly priest with a long white beard. He wore a pair of reading glasses, his eyes revealing depth and wisdom. He looked at Evan, who had entered the room, with a very kind gaze, as if welcoming a lost child home.

"Do you need help, my child?" The priest's voice was low and gentle, like a call from the depths of the soul.

"Yes, Reverend Father." Evan took off his beret and respectfully bowed. His movements were elegant and solemn, as if expressing his reverence to the sacred faith. Then, he took out a letter, which he had written in advance, filled with his longing and gratitude for his parents. He informed his parents that he had passed the entrance exam and would be staying in Beckland to study. He hoped to reassure his parents and let them know he was safe.

"I passed the Imperial Knight Academy entrance exam and will be staying in Beckland to study. I hope to reassure my parents." Evan's voice was full of confidence and determination, as if announcing his growth and progress to the world.

Evan handed over the letter, along with 10 Silver Keren. The old priest's gaze grew even gentler, as if he saw a kind and filial child. "What a good child. The great Sea God will bless you." The old priest's words were full of blessings and encouragement, as if infusing Evan's future with a powerful force.

The old priest picked up the letter and glanced at it. "Sheffield, what a good place." His voice was full of reminiscence and emotion, as if recalling that beautiful place.

He threw the letter into the fish tank. The next moment, a blue light flashed. A small vortex appeared in the tank and swallowed the letter in the blink of an eye. That magical scene was like a dreamlike performance, making one marvel at the greatness and mystery of divine power.

"It has already been sent to Sheffield. I believe your parents will receive that letter this afternoon." The old priest's voice was full of certainty and confidence, as if conveying a sense of reassurance and trust to Evan.

"Thank you very much, Father." Evan bowed again, his heart filled with gratitude and respect. Then, he slowly retreated, as if bidding farewell to a sacred world.