The southern end of the Empire of Western Ethiopia, the most prosperous city in the Principality of Castia, Port Musée.

Another morning.

The sun jumped out of the sea level, and the sunlight passed through the dense sails of the harbor like a forest, reflecting on a middle-aged man in a gray uniform and top hat on the pier, with his shadow dragging it long.

"Good morning, Mr. Renault!" The fisherman with bronze skin on the small fishing boat on the shore greeted the man in uniform.

"Good morning, Lough, what's the harvest? Today I don't have time to take care of you, go to the tax office to pay as usual. There are three ships from the Principal of Stuart to enter the port." Marlow Reno sorted out the collar of the tax officer's uniform and hurried towards the depths of the pier in the sun. Today he needs to drive his tax ship to count the taxes for the three merchant ships from the Principal of Stuart that were moored offshore.

"The harvest is good. If you don't talk about anything else, you can get three big mackerels! I left you one and I will take it on my boat when I come back. Don't refuse. This is my gift to Little Jacques. From the first time I saw Little Jacques, I knew he would become an extraordinary person. I know! I knew since he was a child..." Löff was still talking in his arms in the vine basket full of fishing catches, and at this time the tax collector Marlow Reno had gradually walked away.

It was still the morning sunshine that came to a row of mixed brick and wood buildings a block away from the port, passing through a glass window on the second floor, and mischievously hitting the still sleeping boy's face.

The boy stretched out his hand lazily to block the dazzling sunshine. His light blue pupils could not adapt to the sunshine, and he narrowed slightly. He pushed aside the messy blonde hair that was about to cover his eyes, and sat up from the bed, took off his pajamas in a daze, a father's old cotton shirt, and put on a blue uniform suit that was neatly folded on the chair.

After receiving this Eve Academy student uniform yesterday, the boy wore it and wandered around several blocks nearby for two hours until he was hungry and could not walk anymore. All acquaintances saw his blue uniform and were willing to go home. Before going to bed, he folded the suit and placed it on a chair beside the bed. The shield-shaped emblem of Eve Academy on his chest was exposed on the top. Under the moonlight, the boy looked at the emblem and gradually fell asleep, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The boy is Jacques Renault, the only son of Malo Renault, a taxman at the Port of Mussa. He is 12 years old, blonde, fair skin, thin figure, and his cheeks still retain the roundness of a boy. His height is almost approaching adults.

Yesterday, Jacques awakened the source energy attributes in the minaret and became an extraordinary person.

Today he needs to report to Eve Academy and start his six-year college career.

Jacques washed neatly and went downstairs to see a ham egg roll and a bottle of milk on the dining table.

"The seal has not been opened yet. Dad really doesn't like to drink milk." Jacques thought.

After looking at the clock in the living room, it was almost 7 o'clock. Jacques quickly finished the pancake, picked up the remaining half of the bottle of milk, stuffed two 100 Rio's banknotes pressed under the milk bottle into a small shoulder bag, and quickly went out.

Standing on the steps at the door, Jacques skillfully pulled out a thin iron jar from behind the flower pot, poured the remaining milk into the jar, then hid the jar back to the back of the flower pot, and finally put the empty bottle in a small wooden box hanging at the door.

Jacques had just put the glass bottle, and the door next door opened. He wore a white pleated hat, his face flushed. The fat aunt wearing an apron called him, "Oh, isn't this our awakened little Jacques? You can get your salary and earn silver coins from today? You earn more than your old Renault, right? Do you have to move to the inner city if you have money? If your family wants to move out, you have to say in advance. I will lose a lot of money if you have 2,000 Rio's house is closed for one day..."

"Mrs. Pompadour, good morning! I'm going to go to the college and I'm not a contract awakener! I have no plan to work. Even if I earn money, my family can't afford to live in the inner city. Besides, my dad is close to work here. Don't worry, we won't move." Jacques tried hard to answer the landlord Mrs. Pompadour's series of questions.

"I said, little Jacques, tell me honestly, is it because you can pass the test because you drink milk every day? The thief boy from the Gillette family on No. 5 is much stronger than you. He can only pass the potential gate, but you can pass two gates. If drinking milk is useful, I will also find a milkman to order my Tommy to order milk tomorrow! Oh, it costs 600 Rio a month, and Old Renault is really willing to spend a lot of money. Now a superman has appeared in the family. From now on, tsk tsk tsk tsk..." The landlord Mrs. Pompadour turned on the chat mode, and the absent-minded Jacques looked at the corner of the street nervously.

"Why haven't you come yet? It's 7 o'clock..." Jacques nodded to deal with the chattering landlord's wife, while blaming the latecomer in his heart.

Mrs. Pompadou continued: "Last night, my sausage was thrown away again. I will stay in the kitchen tonight. I want to see how the thief boy from the Gillette family stole the sausage. He deserves that he can't enter the academy. The army will not ask for thieves. In a few years, he can only go to street gangs. This must be the case. His family is so poor. How can he buy source energy skills for him? Only gangs have source energy skills suitable for thieves..."

Jacques was shocked when he heard this. He thought, staying in the kitchen, Fat Ju would not be caught? Mrs. Pompadou's agility would not be caught. How should I remind Fat Ju? I have been to the college for five days, and it has no milk to drink in the past few days.

Jacques knew the real "criminal", an obese orange male cat, whom Jacques called it Fat Orange. This year, he has been in the dock area and "robbing houses" everywhere. What's strange is that Fat Orange, who ignores anyone, will meow whenever he sees Jacques. Poor Sammy Gillet was wronged by his landlord Madame Pompadour as a thief who steals the sausage.

Suddenly, a whistle sound came from the corner of the street, accompanied by the whistle, a black painted, three rows and six wheels, a newest steamer with a tall body dragged the light black smoke from the rear of the car and turned around the corner. In just a few seconds, it rushed from the corner to Jacques and Madame Pompadour. With a sudden brake, the steamer vibrated and sprayed a wisp of black smoke to protest. The glass window in the driver's seat was pushed open, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a bearded and cigarette in his mouth.

"May I ask, was it the car you called?" the middle-aged man asked Jacques Renault.

"Did you make an appointment to go to Eve Academy?"

"Yes, this year's freshman? Get in the car, little awakened."

Madame Pompadour, who watched Jacques take a steam taxi with number 219, murmured: "I still say I don't have money, so I'll rent a high-end car now. Be generous when I enter school! I'll be swollen and fat! My little Tommy can't learn from him! There's only one less disaster on this street. I'll catch the thief from the Gillette family to the city guard tonight, and the street will be quiet. Don't worry about Tommy learning bad things. My Tommy will also go to the college in the future. By the way, milk... milk cannot be forgotten..."

On the steaming car, Jacques shaking up and down with the vibration of the car, and said, "Mr. Driver, please go to the door of the seafood market. I will pick up a friend, and then we will go to Eve Academy."
Chapter completed!