Chapter 304 The Temple of Contemplation

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Although this year's freshmen have only arrived on the other side of Emenas, grades 2-5 in the school have officially started, and today is the first day.

Lorraine Hill stood in front of the dresser and sorted her clothes. This morning was the opening ceremony of Temple College, and she also changed into the corresponding school uniform. If the Walled College is mostly red and green, then Temple College is black and white.

What Rosie is wearing today is a black and white dress. This dress is divided into two parts, inside and outside. Inside is a normal closed top with a knee-length skirt. It is mainly black, with only the cuffs, shoulders, neck, and skirt. The edge, consisting of white cloth.

On the outside, it is a set of white robes with a hood, wide cuffs, and the bottom of the robe close to the ground. , the overall feeling is more solemn and solemn, like the clothes worn by the host of the ceremony. In fact, most of the students who graduate from the temple will become priests.

After getting dressed, the hood did not need to be pulled up for the time being. The silver hair was draped over the gold-trimmed white robe. Rochelle simply tied the hair with a hair tie, rolled the part behind her head, and then clipped the butterfly hairpin. This is going out.

On the way to the middle square of the academy, you can see many freshmen wearing white or black robes, they are the students of the angel sequence and the undead sequence respectively.

Temple College is not as poetic and picturesque as the Walled College, full of natural style, not like the towering towers of the High Tower College, full of cold winds, and not full of military discipline like the Bridge Pier College. The fireworks and distant breath of ordinary people's life are similar.

Since the west of Temple College is a town with tens of thousands of people, you can often see those campus employees who enter and exit the gate. Most of them are not extraordinary, but ordinary people living here.

Occasionally, some carriages drove through the streets of the college. The carriages were loaded with a lot of grain and goods. The wheels of the carriages ran over the stone streets and made a creaking sound. These goods come from east-west merchant ships. They are unloaded at the port of Bridge Pier College, and then some of them will be pulled to the town here to supply people's needs.

Climb the highest Xinghui Cathedral in the academy and stand on the steps in front of the church, and you can easily overlook the whole academy.

A long high wall separates the inside of the college from the town outside the wall. You can see the smoke from cooking in the town, people come and go, there are many people selling things in various stalls and shops, and the people who buy are students. There are tourists who come here, as well as some minor nobles.

Before entering the gate of the academy, there is a long queue. Most of them are ordinary people who have entered the school to work and are passing the inspection in an orderly manner. Inspectors will review the badge on their chest and simply register the number on the badge.

Inside the high wall are students coming and going. They wear black and white robes. There are not many people talking to each other, and most of them are relatively quiet.

Rochelle walked into the interior of the Xinghui Cathedral, and some students had already arrived in it at this time. They sat in twos and threes on the rows of chairs in the church, some were talking in a low voice, some seemed to have known each other before, and they were surprised that each other came to the same academy as themselves.

The interior of the church is very spacious. Even if the ground is full of people, it can only fill one-tenth of the space. The high dome makes people feel very empty. The morning sun shines through the stained glass windows, forming mottled on the ground and rows of chairs. of seven-color sparse shadows.

This is also the first time that Rochelle has entered the cathedral inside Emenas. She also looked around with a little curiosity. The ground is delicate blue-gray marble, the walls and the inner stone pillars are pale gold, and the dome is on the top. It is a beautiful mural, telling the scenes of the chaotic disaster, including angels, demons, elves, dragons, knights, wizards, skeletons, water monsters, etc. The enemy is a distorted shadow, which becomes various. A strange appearance of fighting, and the battlefield is also in various places.

The scene on one of the murals is very vivid. It is on a large river with a thick coating of dark blue paint. A majestic and straight bridge spans the two banks. The lower left corner of the bridge is a crowd of flesh and blood figures. They seem to be wailing. They rushed to the side of the bridge, and at the upper right corner of the bridge were knights standing closely together, armed with spears and shields, and dressed in exquisite armor. The sky seemed to be shrouded in black clouds, and only a small amount of light swayed out from the gap. An angel with golden red wings flew over the knights, and the cross sword in his hand was burning with flames, ready to swing down, as if shouting something .

On the tower at the bridge head, an elves with pointed ears drew bows and arrows, and the green brilliance condensed on the arrows. In the lower right river, a huge octopus surfaced, with a half-human, half-human figure sitting on its head. The singer of the fish seems to be singing, and in the upper left corner of the screen, there are a few misty black dots, looking at its wings, it seems to be a dragon.

This painting should be about the famous 'Battle of Guarding the Bridge' in the Chaos Calamity, Roland Hill guessed, but it is a bit strange that the bridge is different from the present one. The bridge is not a small amount of spaced stone pillars. Instead, the densely erected fences seem to isolate and filter the big river. Only the middle part is very tall and can be pulled up to allow river boats to pass.

When he walked to the place where he belonged to the class, Roland Hill quietly sat down and waited. Since there were not many people who knew this identity, only a few students from the original first or second class would greet her when they saw her.

After about half an hour, the second-year freshmen gradually arrived, and slowly filled the front row of seats. The left side was a uniform white gold-edged robe, and the right was a uniform black silver-edged robe. There were originally about 1,200 freshmen, but about 300 people were assigned to Temple Academy, no more and no less. Among them, there were close to 200 in the angel sequence, and there may not be 100 in the necromantic sequence.

As the appointed time came, some of the Temple College tutors also

Continue to enter and sit in the vacant seat on the right.

First, the dean, in a close-fitting white robe, and her tall crown hat, as she ascends to the podium.

"Welcome to the Temple of Contemplation."

There was a burst of applause from the field. The dean looked like he was in his thirties. He spoke in an unpleasant tone, but it made people feel very comfortable and his words were clear.

"Presumably many students have learned about the style of each college when choosing a college, and other colleges are not mentioned. The style and philosophy of Temple College is to pursue spiritual peace and harmony, so that everyone can accept the real world more frankly. , this imperfect world."

"I dare not say that everyone will be rich and rich after graduation, but at least on the road of life, you will have less regrets and more calmness."

"Life and death, the more immutable and absolutely equal things in this world, will unfold before you one by one."

"In the journey of life, sometimes people will entangle themselves too much and fall into all kinds of confusion and confusion. I think everyone will have this experience more or less."

"When you are hesitant and tangled, you can raise your head a little, look at the people and things around you, and look at the lives and experiences recorded in those cemeteries."

"Many things do not appear for the first time, but are repeated in the world, such as birth, growth, marriage, choice, suffering, achievement, aging, death, etc. When you stretch your eyes to the arc of life, you will find many troubles It's not worth mentioning, and your life is not just your life, but the world, the result of the interaction of different lives in this world."

"When you see the world slowly, I think everyone will have less useless worry and anxiety, but will face it more calmly and work hard."

"In this way, when I am old and dying, I can say without regret that this is my experience, my choice, and my life."