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468 Airport news

"This is my entry permit." Somewhat nervously, in the security check channel, Magister Marvin handed the diplomatic pass that Grecken temporarily issued to him in his hand to the person who checked the documents held by each person.

Security personnel.

The male police officer lowered his head and looked at the various numbers on the pass, then checked it with the photo on the computer screen. After confirming the other party's identity, he handed the diplomatic document to Marvin.

Then, this mortal police officer, who did not have any magical energy in his body, said without any politeness at all: "Do you have any luggage? It needs to be checked on the X-ray machine."

"You are not allowed to carry any magic supplements with you. All dangerous items you carry must be reported. If they are detected, they will be dealt with immediately as illegal border crossing and intrusion into Elland Hill." The police officer did not raise his head and warned Marvin in a routine manner.

, not at all polite because the other party is a magician.

Marvin was a little embarrassed, nodded, took out all the messy small items on his body, and placed them on the inspection tray.

Because Magicians are allowed to carry magic props on Grecken's flight, while Alan Hill does not allow dangerous and unstable magic supplements to board the flight due to safety considerations. This difference also leads to Alan Hill's daily flight.

Many magic replenishing fluids from Grecken will be confiscated at your security checkpoint.

"Why did you bring so many messy things? These are all dangerous items and are not allowed to enter here." The other party raised his head and scolded with some dissatisfaction: "Didn't the magician from Grecken warn you before coming here?

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"Yes, I'm sorry." For some reason, Marvin remembered this word that he had not mentioned for a long time and answered the other party's question.

He has not said sorry to anyone for a long, long time, because in the puppet empire, with his identity and status, he does not actually need to say sorry to others.

But today, he said it directly, and he said it very naturally. After all, he came all the way, not to cause trouble, but to pray for forgiveness from the powerful empire in front of him.

"Withhold them all. If you need them, you can fill out an application report so that we can return these things when you leave the country."

After hearing that the other party would return his things, Marvin felt that this rule was quite reasonable. After all, it was only a temporary detention, not a direct take away. It was still acceptable to some extent.

So he happily asked: "If I fill out the application and request to keep these items..."

"Fill out this form, press your fingerprint...and then pay a deposit of 100 gold coins. When you pick up these items, you must pay a customs declaration fee of 5 gold coins per day...If you don't leave the country to claim them for more than 5 days, we have the right to dispose of all leftover items.

"The policeman pushed a list to Marvin and introduced the new rules.

Marvin only has 100 gold coins in his wallet that were kindly sponsored by Grecken as his personal expenses for this trip to Eiland Hill. Therefore, this magician is not considered wealthy now.

Of course, he also has a valuable magic gold coin certificate common to the puppet empire. But he doesn't know whether the currency of this hostile force can be used here.

So, he decisively gave up the ownership of these things, just like other magicians who came to Eiland Hill: "Sorry! I can't afford the deposit, so... I give up the ownership of these things."

With a genuine expression on his face, the police officer took the form back without being surprised, and then swept those valuable magic items into a safe box aside.

Immediately afterwards, he put a steel seal on the diplomatic certificate from Grecken, and a huge word "allowed entry" was printed diagonally on the certificate.

The police officer casually threw the certificate back to Marvin and shouted loudly to the other magician behind him: "Next! Line up! Don't mess up!"

Marvin carried his messy clothing box, stuffed the magic robe and other clothes into the box randomly, then fastened it in his hand, crossed the security gate, and walked into Ailan.

Hill.

This is Ailan Hill where he must come. The land here, the sky here, and even the air here belong to Ailan Hill!

He looked at the bustling crowds around him, at the busy businessmen, students, and even the elderly and children crowded in the ordinary security passages, waiting to board the plane. He felt that this place was better than the one he had lived in for most of his life.

The puppet empire is much happier.

Everyone here is wearing decent-looking clothes with various styles. Everyone here is holding a communication device, and I don’t know what they are doing with their heads down.

Marvin passed by a beautiful girl, and he saw that the girl was browsing some texts on her mobile phone. The content of these texts seemed to be related to a music festival in Ireland Hill.

Yes, Siris is holding a music festival. This music festival is led by Princess Jessica, and its purpose is to eliminate various problems caused by the war to this country.

The music festival invites all very famous musicians in the world. In fact, many of these musicians are not from Ireland, but because they are avoiding the war, most of them are now living in Ireland.

What’s even more interesting is that these artists, celebrities, and nobles who came to take refuge in Ireland found that their country had become a region of Ireland, and they no longer felt like it.

No need to worry about the difficulty of returning home.

A few minutes later, Marvin finally passed through the crowd and walked out of the newly built airport with a grand entrance. He turned his head and looked at the huge nameplate on the airport and the eye-catching advertisements on both sides.

I really feel like I'm feeling dizzy.

The rectangular buildings here were no shorter than the magic towers he was used to seeing, but the streets here were wider than all the streets he could see in the puppet empire.

Before he could recover, taxi drivers gathered around him. One by one, they yelled at Marvin a series of professional words that made him bewildered: "Old East Gate? Can we leave?"

?Would you like to go? Old East Gate! Taxi! Let’s go for 20 gold! Be my taxi! Master, where are you going? Old Palace? Old Palace 15 gold! Castle Road 19 gold! It’s cheap! It’s cheap!

"

Marvin was just dizzy because of the prosperity of Ellandhill and the dense crowd here... But he was not stupid. He still remembered that the old professor wouldn't let him take a taxi, so he faced those soliciting customers.

The burly man waved his palms to indicate that he was not interested.

In fact, he had long felt that these people were mortals without any threat. Even though they looked fat and strong, their actual combat effectiveness was pitifully low.

Therefore, he was not intimidated by the so-called momentum of the other party. The other party also realized that this might be an old man who had been to Ireland Hill, so he no longer made things difficult for him and let him leave.

"Bah! Another poor guy! I can't even afford a taxi!" A middle-aged driver spat at Marvin's retreating back and gave his fair evaluation with a look of disdain.

Behind him, several patrol policemen came over, holding hands behind their backs and speaking in an official tone: "Bring out your driver's license, driving license and ID card! Routine inspection!"

"Hey! Officer Mark, Officer Donaldson..." Several taxi drivers who had looked fierce just now immediately turned around and nodded and bowed, as humble as insects on the ground.

"Are you defrauding foreigners of money here again?" After taking the good cigarettes handed over by the other party, they stood under the no-smoking sign. The two policemen puffed, looked down at the bribe in the cigarette case, and put

Get over these rip off old youtiaos.

The taxis that solicit passengers here are of course more expensive than those operating normally outside. To go to the Old Palace normally, the maximum cost using the meter is only two gold coins. When there is no traffic jam along the way, one gold and forty silvers is almost less.

But here, a mouthful costs more than ten gold. It's nothing more than bullying uninformed outsiders and making a fortune.

Naturally, they have their own protective umbrella. The patrol police in the city where the airport is located, and the police officers at the airport are the backers who provide them with protection. And most of the dirty money they earn goes into the pockets of these "worms"

.

Before Marvin even walked out of the airport, he was blocked by two men wearing magic robes. The magister from the puppet empire could tell with just one glance that these two men were different from other security guards.

They are both high-level magicians. Although they are not as powerful as Marvin, these two high-level magicians are obviously well-trained.

The two people didn't waste any words. After blocking Marvin's way, they handed over their IDs and said, "We are here to pick you up under the order of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Mr. Marvin, come with us!"

Naturally, Marvin didn't know whether the other party's ID was true or false, but this style of showing one's ID first to show one's identity really made the sorcerer of the puppet empire admire him very much.

He nodded, followed the two men to the underground parking lot, and watched them open the door of a black off-road vehicle.

In fact, Marvin himself has never been to Elland Hill. If he is familiar with this place, he will know that no one would dare to drive out or pretend to imitate this kind of imperial government special vehicle.

And the license plate hanging on this car is not something that just anyone dares to use. Once it is found that the license plate is forged, the lightest penalty is 99 years in prison. Maybe the magician can come out alive, but the sentence for the magician is heavier.

In some cases, the average judge will sentence an additional one hundred or two hundred years. If the circumstances are serious, he may directly sentence him to life imprisonment...


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