Lanchi's Imperial Legend Begins

Late September.

Southern Krui Di Empire, Botswana Province.

Golden leaves drifted down in the breeze. Sunlight filtered through thin clouds and fell together with the autumn leaves onto the roof of the magic energy rail train. The train slowly pulled into the platform, and the passengers streamed toward the doors.

At the rear of the passengers, an old gentleman carried a suitcase in one hand. He was in no hurry. Even after the passengers ahead of him had gradually boarded, he continued waiting on the platform.

He wore gloves and leaned on a cane. He was tall and slender, and though he appeared to be around sixty, he still stood ramrod straight.

His sharply defined face, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes made his gaze look spirited. Though wrinkles had already crept up around his eyes, they could not conceal the brightness in his eyes.

His graying hair was slightly curly, neatly trimmed, and meticulously combed. At the back of his head, it was tied into a small braid.

The old gentleman drew in a deep breath of cool autumn air and stood motionless, like a chess piece.

Lovia, a Glen Waverley person from the northern border of the Krui Di Empire, was a sixty-two-year-old publisher and a border commoner with a little savings. He had come to the imperial capital, Bulida, to do some business.

—This was his new identity after coming to the Krui Di Empire.

To be honest, Lanchi had never impersonated an old man before. He could only do his best to imitate Professor Bora Ao's familiar bearing.

Lanchi carefully examined his appearance once more in the reflection on the carriage, making sure there were no flaws. Only then did he stroll toward the train.

There were far fewer passengers in the carriage corridor than when the