The elf lady who serves as the reviewer speaks softly and has a light smile like a spring breeze, which makes people feel more comfortable.
It is far away from the noisy peripheral inspection and quarantine channels, so it is cool and pleasant. Those elves who used the Canaan Citizen Passage to bypass inspections will also enter through this place.
Griffith's nervous heart relaxed.
"Yes."
"Why do you want to come to Canaan? Your materials are missing the residence, duration and background information during your stay." The elf took the quill and handed it to him, "Please go over there and fill it out clearly."
The elves politely sent Griffith away and asked him and a group of applicants to prepare at the long table in the back.
In order to reduce erroneous declarations, there is also an elf here who is responsible for answering and guiding.
"On the left side of the official immigration station, fill in the official information and department on the form.
"On the right side of the station for private entry, your employer information needs to be declared."
Most of the people went to the right, and a few stood on the left. Only Griffith stood still with a blank look on his face.
The elf asked: "Sir, are you entering the country on official business or for private reasons?"
Griffith looked around, but could not find his companion: "I entered the country for personal reasons, but Miss Galadia is not my employer, I have to ask..."
"Miss Galadia Villanoy?" The Elf Immigration Officer quickly flipped through the documents on the side, "Please go to the reception room here to rest for a while. Please feel free to have tea and drinks."
The elves didn't even let him answer the question. Ten minutes later, he was invited over again to sign the entry registration form. He didn't ask about his origins or his purpose, he just looked at him with a smile, and then he was ready to issue him a badge permitting entry.
The whole process was smooth and convenient. Griffith originally thought that some elves would make things difficult for him. But it didn't happen. Griffith didn't even say a word of substance, and no one cared.
The immigration department gave Griffith a small silver badge and told him to keep it with him at all times during his stay in Canaan. The badge is very delicately made, a small piece hanging on the collar or chest, similar to a dog tag. There are a few lines of small words engraved on the badge:
"Visitor, Griffith Blanton, 'Advocate', with Miss Galadia Villanoy acting as surety."
Griffith also saw a series of categories on the entry brochure nearby.
Although he is not proficient in Elvish, he does understand it somewhat. Galadia often teaches him some, and sometimes she will speak ill of him in Elvish when she is angry.
On the first page, you can see that in the column of elf citizens, there are gods, scholars, knights errant, explorers, and producers. Elves from other territories and colonies must fill in strictly.
The other tables are the classifications of other incoming races, including visitors, vassals, long-term servants, and temporary servants.
There is a long prompt behind the visitor column, written in human, orc, and dwarf languages, which clarifies the entry and exit times and conditions of various places, etiquette, accessible places, and penalties for violating the rules.
Whether as a visitor, vassal or servant, breaking the rules could result in whipping and banishment. There are special reminders in the precautions that it will also affect the guarantor, so please be sure to pay attention. At the end of the reminder, multiple texts clearly stated this sentence:
"If you find an unreported inaccessible person, you must report it to Canaan officials immediately."
Before Griffith could ask what untouchables were, an elf came over, gathered together a group of humans who had passed the review, and led them through the entry passage and into the inside of the Gate of Canaan.
This magnificent city is as gorgeous and neat as the rumors say. The exquisite streets and glazed porcelain walls outline delicate outlines, just like the smooth skin of a girl. There is a certain pleasant fragrance wafting in the quiet streets, which is relaxing.
The white stone street made of jade is so long that there is no end. There is a magnificent tower in the far distance of the city. The top of the tower is rotating with magnificent crystals, and faint red and yellow light beams are scattered in the air. The endless flow of magical energy stirred up ripples and light blue lightning in the mirror-like dome sky.
The magic projected a lifelike human figure floating in the sky on the square and the roof, and said in a voice that everyone could hear but did not feel noisy at all:
"Psychic sequencing, from infancy to adulthood, in service to Glorious Canaan."
What's this? Griffith looked over curiously. The projection first appeared one by one with cute babies and beautiful psychic ripples. Then, the babies became wise scholars, vigorous rangers, mysterious explorers and proud producers, and they each moved towards glorious and different worlds.
"Projection, some little magic that's not worth mentioning~" Galadia appeared out of nowhere and patted him on the shoulder. She seemed to be nervous for a while and then ignored the fact that her father and brother would beat Griffith to death.
"I was wondering, what is psychic sequencing?" the would-be knight replied.
"That's it~" Galadia thought for a moment and formed her words, "The elves were blessed by the gods the moment they were born. The prophecy of Iluvash will guide our future and career. No talent at all will be ignored. wasteful."
"I really trouble this god." Griffith sincerely paid full respect and compliments to the goddess of prophecy and divination.
"That's not true. With His guidance, the kingdom of God's people can make full use of their talents, and there will be no vagrants or crimes," Galadia said. "Even crime is a rare profession here. Our theory I believe that criminals are all determined when they are born!”
Is this okay? A young child who has done nothing can be defined as a criminal?
Griffith asked in surprise: "So where are all these children who are designated as future criminals?"
"I don't know~" the girl shook her head, "This is just a theory. For a perfect race like ours, there must be very few criminals. Even if there are, they will be inspired by perfect education and training to become good citizens who are beneficial to Canaan. Bar!"
"What about you?" the knight-to-be asked with a smile, "What's your future?"
"I am the beloved of the Silver Moon and the Queen of Stars. Hum, I was born in the morning light. The entire Canaan forest is calling my name, and the rivers sing for me."
If anyone else said this, it would only be considered a cute joke, but Griffith believed it firmly.
Galadia is destined to become extraordinary, but her fate is intertwined with that of ordinary him. From now until the distant future, Griffith cannot imagine life without Galadia.
Hey, the governor of Canaan would still beat me to death if he knew what I was thinking!
Griffith had strange thoughts and sighed softly. .
The elf pointed at a beautiful large building, "Are you hungry? Didn't you have breakfast? Let's go get something to eat!
"There are no grocery stores or restaurants for you humans here in Canaan. The supplies are provided by the distribution center."
"Then I'll exchange some of your currency," Griffith said hurriedly. "I actually forgot about it when I entered the country."
"Currency? What currency?"
"You don't use silver coins as currency in Canaan."
"You human being," Miss Elf shook her head, raised her wrist and shook the bracelet on it, "We don't need thousands of people to touch the metal piece and thousands of people rub it. We just have psychic crystals here.
"As long as you can identify yourself as a citizen of Canaan, you can get the food, clothes and fun things you want. Just register. It will be inconvenient for you without citizenship, so follow me~"
"What!" Griffith was shocked, "What if someone eats too much?"
"Let him eat, we are not short of food."
"Then, then this," this concept exceeded Griffith's imagination, "won't someone move all the things home?"
"Moving it back home will save you the trouble of going out, but why bother? It's so fun to go out often." The girl grabbed his arm and walked to the distribution center, "Why do you have so many?"
…
The food here is exquisite and rich in variety. Those chocolates, ice cream, and puddings that are difficult to taste in Beyeland flow out like water along a belt, and you can eat as much as you want.
As long as you use the psychic crystal to sweep the specific device, the prepared food will be continuously sent to the magical slide rail and come to everyone in a circle. There was no waiter in the huge restaurant. After eating, the diners sorted and poured the garbage into different pipes and left separately.
Galadia looked at him curiously as he kept eating: "Is it delicious?"
"Very delicate." Griffith ate a large cup of chocolate with a pilgrim's mood, and then moved on to various other foods.
There are endless sweets and fruits here, and there is no shortage of fish, beef, vegetables, etc.
The quality of the food cannot be overemphasized, the presentation is exquisite, and the food is suitable for both hot and cold meals, but it always feels like something is missing. The beef that looks and smells good is chopped into small pieces, kneaded together and fried into steaks, making you wonder which part you are eating.
The same goes for fish and mutton. They are delivered piece by piece, with bones, fur, internal organs and blood vessels completely removed, making them very worry-free to eat.
But, how can I put it... Although Griffith is not picky about food, the taste of the food here is a bit worse than the food in Bayerland and Homemworth, just like the delicious taste is different from the food that is not on the table. The bits and pieces have been removed together, leaving only the most pure and pure meat, missing the soul of the food.
"Are you so happy?" Galadia looked at him from the opposite side with a smile on her face, "Be careful if you get cavities, it won't hurt you to death!"
Griffith hummed and nodded, and suddenly asked: "Do you think it tastes good?"
"What are you asking me for? I don't have any ****. Miss Ling patted the empty table in front of her.
"You have lived here for so many years, you must have some feelings!"
"No, I know, hey!" Galadia said in a longer tone, "I eat food at home, and this is the first time I come to the distribution center with explorers and producers like this."
So they are all explorers and producers?
Griffith looked around. The elves coming and going were dressed in beautiful and exquisite clothes, with comfortable and elegant smiles, and they were eating sumptuous food slowly. They are soft-spoken and polite, blending perfectly into the elegant surroundings.
They kept a distance from each other, and even if a sudden human appeared here, they did not show any expression of impatience or disgust.
Griffith became increasingly curious.
Such exquisite and beautiful creatures can actually differentiate. They just don't look that different...wait, there are some differences.
Galadia's temperament is very different from that of her compatriots. When they met for the first time, Griffith seemed to see a lively deer trying hard to pretend to be aloof, agile and full of vitality. There is no trace of this temperament on the faces of other elves.
