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"And I should set up camp in the city lord's mansion. It'll probably be much better than these stupid tents. I should get it ready for me to move in.", Liu Man muttered as he went back into the tent.

One week later,

Liu Man was strolling through the streets of the city. He looked at the small buildings to his sides. They were currently empty at the moment. He had ordered all the soldiers that rest was not an option during this time, and that they had to start practising drills to make sure that they were going to be perfectly ready for the war ahead.

As he was walking down the street, the soldiers that were passing by him immediately kneeled at his presence. At least, the humans did. The few elves and dwarves who were there just bowed in ninety degrees in respect, but they did not kneel completely.

He smiled at them and he continued forward. He finally reached a part of town that was completely sealed off from the rest of it. This was the area of the noble residences. There was not a soldier in sight, but Liu Man still did not stop walking. After a while, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Leave me.", he said.

"Your majesty. It is not safe.", a voice from seemingly nowhere protested.

"That is an order.", Liu Man said coldly.

All of a sudden, a black robed man appeared kneeling in front of Liu Man. "Your wish is my command.", he said and disappeared immediately. Liu Man nodded and turned away.

"Finally, I am alone.", he said. 

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The whole city was filled with shouts from officers and the responses from the soldiers. Most of the students from the magic academy that Liu Feng attended, as well as the royal academies of the kingdoms. Although Liu Man had invested heavily into the magic academy collaboration of the four kingdoms, he still did not close the royal academy in the capital city, and neither did Darv or Elvan. As kings, they knew better than to put all of their eggs in one basket.

But, once all of these students arrived, taking care of them became a huge problem. Magic was a scarce resource in Dicain, and only the privileged were allowed to learn it, and only the nobles were nurtured. There were few exceptions, and the hierarchy stomped them to the bottom. All of the students had come to the front line from the comfort of their lavish homes, so it was quite difficult for them to adjust to the situation. They were not even given any higher position, and were recruits, so they got the lowest of the lowest amenities.

Students were protesting their living conditions everywhere. In the main tent where all new recruits that had enlisted into the army, as well as the students who were ordered to come to the front lines were given their living quarters, there was a riot of sorts. All the students were aghast that they had to live in a tent, and with commoners at that.

In the tents of the students,

"I can't believe it. I worked so hard to become a second circle mage, and this is how they treat me? I will call my father after this. How dare some stupid commoner give me commands, and tell me what to do? And this place is garbage. Even my dogs live in a better place. It stinks in here. Are we in the slums or something?", a tall and smug boy said. He had light brown hair, and hazel pupils. He looked around disgusted, as he was unpacking all of his things into the tents. He had his own spatial stone, a showcase of his position in society.

"Oscar! Do you want to get yourself killed? We are at war. The orders are coming from the kings. Saying stuff like this can get you beheaded.", the boy next to him spoke up. 

"And, by the way, it can't be all bad. I hear that the security within the city's not that great because everyone is patrolling. The separator between the men and women's baths is just a wooden wall. A few holes later, we can have the time of our lives.", he said, as blood shot from both of their noses. 

Blocking his nose, Oscar nodded feverishly at the other boy. "If I can even catch a glimpse of the elven girls, I think that this trip will be worth it."

All of a sudden, someone came into the tent with his bag. He had a hood on his face, and a ragged cloak. He put down a tattered bag to the side and started opening it.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? Do you know who I am? How dare you come here without my permission."

The cloaked man looked up, but his face was still not distinguishable. His eyes were pitch black, and he stared at Oscar's chest. He pointed and said, "You don't have any medals or a rank. I don't need your permission for anything."

Giggled erupted from the other boy in the room, but Oscar was certainly not pleased. "I am a noble. You are a mere commoner, judging from your clothes. What the hell are you going to do to me? No one can touch me even if I wanted to teach you a lesson."

"There is a war going on. I don't think that you realize the severity of the issue.", the cloaked man spoke.

"What the hell are you talking about? Pack your things and get out!.", Oscar shouted.

"I got the order from the higher ups. If you want me to go, talk to the officer who is in charge of lodging. Each tent has to have four or five people."

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