Fanli was stunned.
“What do you want her mating rights for?” Kaimo blinked, looking confused. “You want to sire a hybrid? If you mix the blood any further, they’ll just be pure bait. That’s no fun. Let me have a turn at making a hybrid too.”
“I like her IQ. You’re already smart enough; you don’t need her to improve your offspring. Let me go first.” Xinghai spoke these explosive words as casually as if he were saying, *“Let me have this chicken wing first.”*
Fanli’s world-view shattered once again. Her face burned all the way down to her neck.
She couldn’t believe Xinghai was this kind of person. Her initial good impression of him had been a total mistake! Hearing him and Kaimo discuss such matters so nonchalantly—as if she were naturally their property—was beyond the pale!
“Fair enough. Most of the girls before were mine anyway, so you can have this one.” Before leaving, Kaimo gave Fanli’s forehead a flick. “Little bait, make sure you serve your Brother Xinghai well, you hear?”
As he withdrew his hand, he happened to brush against a porcupinefish swimming by. It swallowed a huge gulp of seawater, inflating itself into a spiked balloon filled with water.
Fanli was prepared to resist to the bitter end. However, once the others had swum far away, Xinghai simply patted her shoulder. “It’s fine now. Go home early.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned around. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished around the corner of the corridor.
Fanli stared blankly at the spot where he had disappeared.
Looking out through the window frames, she could see the magnificent underwater metropolis beneath Luoya. At this moment, it was calm, with only gentle ripples swaying. When she reached out her hand, she could see shimmering glimmers of light rolling across her palm, flickering in and out of existence.
She followed him. Around the corner of the corridor, the crowd thinned out. Only a few scattered students swam by in a hurry, passing Xinghai.
That round, bloated porcupinefish appeared here as well. Its eyes were like a concert venue, filled with many blue-green fluorescent lights, as beautiful as a dream. However, the blue-green light in its eyes didn’t seem to fade; instead, it followed the flowing ripples and extended onto him.
Xinghai leaned against the window, holding a thick copy of *Potions*. He flipped through it casually against the light from outside. His hands were as lean as his frame; he could hold the book—which Fanli needed two hands to read—with just one. Because his head was lowered, his slightly long silver-gray bangs fell forward, and the back of his neck beneath his short hair formed an exquisite curve with his shoulder line. Amidst the flowing light, he was as pleasing to the eye as a dream.
As he turned a page, he seemed to sense someone watching him and looked up slightly. “What is it?”
His eyes were crystal clear, like the first glimmer of light on a midsummer morning.
The corridor was a valley of time, gathering seawater into a long river that flowed nimbly between them, stirring up silent, tumultuous waves.
“Thank you.” Fanli’s face was still red; she felt ashamed of her internal vitriol from moments ago. “Thank you for saving me...”
“Don’t mention it.” He gave a slight smile. “Just don’t mind the way I talk to Kaimo. If I told him ‘don’t bully her,’ he would have definitely lost his temper on the spot.”
“I understand. You’re very clever.”
In her eighteen years on land, Fanli had always thought that such a clean, pure-looking boy only existed in a young girl’s fantasies.
When he smiled, his eyes turned into a blue sky filled with sunlight, instantly cleansing one’s soul and sweeping away all gloom.
She swam toward him, her mood as bright as the sunlight on the sea today. “You cut your hair. I almost didn’t recognize you.”
Xinghai touched the back of his neck and nodded. “Yeah, short hair is easier to manage.”
For some reason, even though it was the same person with the same voice and appearance—the only difference being the hair—the feeling he gave off was vastly different.
“By the way, your name is Fanli, right?” Seeing her nod, he closed his book and smiled. His aura was cleaner than the first snow of January. “Hello, Fanli. Now we’re officially acquainted.”
“Mhm! I’m so happy to meet you. You’re a really good person.”
Compared to their first meeting, his gaze and way of speaking were also completely different. Moreover, her first impression of him had been “young man,” but seeing him now, she felt that term didn't quite fit. “Youth” or “boy” was more appropriate.
Only now did she truly realize that they were peers.
Fanli was lost in thought when she was startled by his next words.
“The question the Dean asked today wasn't simple. It’s okay if you didn't know it. Regarding the radiation issue, I happened to have self-studied it before. I’ll teach you.”
“N-no need, I know it.” Fanli answered by reflex, but her skin crawled. She had successfully fooled the Dean and the entire department, but she hadn't managed to fool Xinghai.
“Is that so? Hearing your heartbeat, I thought you were faking sleep.” Xinghai held up the textbook in his hand. “Then... how about I take you to photocopy the textbook? I see you don’t have one; the library books must have all been borrowed. You can borrow mine to copy. It’s very cheap.”
“Textbooks can be photocopied?”
“Yes, the library has coin-operated copiers so students can copy books they can’t afford to buy. Come on, I’ll take you.”
Right, Xinghai had also officially passed the entrance exam for Luoya University; his grades certainly weren't bad. If she worked hard to stick close to him, the academic difficulty should decrease significantly before she turned back into a human.
“Okay, okay,” Fanli said with a smile.
At Luoya University, every hundred-person lecture given by a department head was followed by a small-scale seminar of about fifteen people. The tutors for these seminars were less senior than the department heads, making them more approachable and fond of interaction. Since the Dean had only covered introductory and interesting topics in the first Potions lecture, that day’s Potions seminar turned into a tea party between the tutor and the freshmen.
There were fifteen people in the seminar. Aside from Fanli, there was only one couple from the Ocean Race. When they saw Fanli, it was as if they had seen a savior; they pulled her over to sit with them, saying they could do group activities together in the future and that they’d be counting on her to cover for them.
“No problem. We’ll look out for each other and work hard together.” Fanli’s acting was always on point.
At 12 o’clock, the Potions class finally ended. Fanli and Dangdang met for a meal in the cafeteria. Dangdang told her to remember to go home and change after school so they could attend a wedding together.
“A wedding?”
“The wedding of Miss Bubble and Mr. Bukeni. Did you forget? You can grab the bride’s gift money at the wedding.”
“That’s nice,” Fanli replied casually, looking at the queue ahead.
In truth, she wasn't particularly in the mood to attend a celebrity wedding, but her father had once said that the best way to understand a microcosm of a foreign culture was to attend their two major life events: weddings and funerals. Since she had to live here for the time being, she might as well go and see. Besides, the Buke Clan had close ties with the government; she might even be able to fish for some information regarding the sea departure ban.
She had prepared herself to be disgusted again by wriggling sea creatures on the dining table, but to her surprise, many dishes in the cafeteria could be heated. The heating principle was the same as the air bubbles she had seen at home, but these contained open flames and oxygen.
“It’s true, marrying into the Buke Clan is different. The wedding is being held with such extravagance. Not only did they book the entire Wind-Movement Palace, but they also invited all the students from the Academy of Arcane Arts.” Dangdang looked upward with a yearning expression and let out a long sigh. “Ah, I’m so envious.”
The Buke Clan was a symbol of the Red Moon Sea and one of the “Seven Holy Sea Clans.” Like the Aoda Clan that Lina’s family relied on, they were all descendants of the Sea God. They were the nobility among the Sea God Race, possessing supreme divine power and status.
“Eh? This is the first time I’ve heard of inviting an entire academy’s students to a wedding. Even those they don’t know?”
Dangdang said dreamily, “Because the two of them met at the Academy of Arcane Arts, Miss Bubble decided to invite all the freshmen of the academy to witness their happiness!”
At that moment, Liuxiang also joined the queue, greeted Fanli, and then said to Dangdang, “Then have you ever wondered why you received an invitation if you’re not from the Academy of Arcane Arts?”
“This...”
“A student from the Academy of Arcane Arts gave it to you, didn't they?” Seeing Dangdang’s silent admission, Liuxiang smiled. “And those invitations don’t have names on them. Do you know why?”
“I don’t know...”
“Because Miss Bubble knows that as a vain, snobbish academic failure, she couldn't get into Luoya University on her own. She had to rely on her father to find a way to squeeze her in through the back door. So no matter how she markets herself outside, everyone considers her a disgrace to this world-famous institution. To convince the public that she’s worthy of Bukeni, she needs the support of alumni—especially these top students from the Academy of Arcane Arts. That’s why she sent invitations to everyone. As for who actually goes, it doesn't matter at all. Let me think, what will her sales-champion father write in the newspapers tomorrow? Hmm... *‘Luoya University’s Belle Weds; Students of the Academy of Arcane Arts Offer Heartfelt Blessings’*?”
“H-how is that possible? If she’s really as pathetic as you say, why would Mr. Bukeni marry her?”
“Because she’s beautiful. No one has ever denied her looks or her father’s marketing skills.”
“There are so many beautiful girls. Can every flashy but hollow one marry into the Buke Clan? She must have some merit!”
“Of course she does. Her fame.”
At a top-three candy company in the Red Moon Sea, Miss Bubble’s father had been the sales champion for seven consecutive years and later served as the head of the marketing department for another large food company. Once, because an advertising model’s tail was seriously injured and she couldn't move, he had his daughter replace the model. They filmed a series of commercials of her dancing with bubbles, which became an unexpected hit. The father’s products saw a 1540% increase in sales, and the daughter earned the cute nickname “Miss Bubble.”
In the first half of this year, Miss Bubble met Bukeni. They fell in love instantly, got pregnant instantly, and got engaged instantly, shocking the entire Light Sea. The last time a member of the Sea God Race married outside their race was about a hundred thousand years ago. And the last time a descendant of a Holy Clan married a non-descendant... in over four hundred million years, it had never happened.
Miss Bubble wasn't an ordinary Sea God, nor was she from a Hunter Race; she was from the Ocean Race.
The explosive nature of the gossip surrounding this wedding could well be imagined.
“The Buke Clan would need her fame?!” Dangdang clenched her fists, her tail beginning to flick impatiently again. “Are you joking with me?”
“The Buke Clan doesn't need her fame, but someone always does. In any case, they aren't accepting gifts for the wedding; instead, they’re giving gifts out. You tell me how desperate for friends this marketed ‘University Belle’ must be. The most ridiculous part is that she specifically hand-wrote the name on Fanli’s invitation. It’s clear how much she needs the ‘Academic Goddess’ to grace her with her presence.”
The corners of Dangdang’s mouth pulled down slightly; her good mood had been ruined. “I don’t understand. If you hate her so much, why do you pay so much attention to her? Do you have masochistic tendencies?”
Before Liuxiang could answer, a familiar voice rang out: “As expected of the knowledge base of a Music Department student.”
Fanli turned her head. Lina was holding a tray, not even looking at them directly. “The Dictator will also be attending this wedding. This is his first visit to the Red Moon Sea in thirty-three years. Do you remember what happened the last time he visited?”
Dangdang looked at Lina with a blank expression.
“Of course you don’t remember. To pursue the Storm Sea army, the Dictator’s bomber ship passed over Luoya City and recklessly dropped a Number Nine Deep-Dive Biochemical Uranium Bomb. The part of the Red Moon Mountains in the center of Luoya was blasted into a deep pit, and 3,427 people died instantly. Afterward, he issued a public apology to the Red Moon Sea and used 1.2 billion flumens and the ‘Stalker Hotel’ as compensation to fill the pit. Every day when you come out of the slums and look out from the joltiest, most broken bus-boats, the massive hotel foundations you see are his masterpiece.”
Fanli read from Dangdang’s eyes: she hadn't understood a thing except for “slums” and “most broken,” and she reacted with a corresponding glare.
However, this didn't stop Lina from continuing in her high-handed manner: “At that time, there were fewer than fifty people on the fleeing Storm Sea warships. Do you think he needed to order the drop of the Number Nine—the most lethal of all uranium bombs—just to hunt down those few remnants? From that moment on, he used the lives of 3,427 Luoya citizens to buy thirty-three years of fear from the Red Moon Sea. Today, thirty-three years later, on June 30th, the Holy Yejiana pushed through the latest *‘Holy Federal Republic of the Light Sea Ocean Race Rights Protection Act.’* In the blink of an eye, a member of a Holy Sea Clan in the Red Moon Sea is marrying an Ocean Race bride. Even a beggar on the street knows the true meaning of this wedding. Just how simple-minded does someone have to be to interpret it as a fairy tale for a lower-class sea girl?”
Saying even a beggar knew was an exaggeration. When Lina said this, not only Dangdang but even the nearby Hunter Race students only half-understood. Not everyone was as obsessed with pursuing power as Lina’s family, nor did they like to interpret everything through the lens of current politics. But Fanli felt that the wedding likely had a political purpose. If nothing else, Bukeni represented the Buke Clan, and the fact that the Buke Clan allowed him to make such a big deal out of a wedding with an Ocean Race bride said enough.
Still, Miss Bubble was so outstanding, and Bukeni was an elegant descendant of a Holy Clan; surely there was some true love between them?
At that moment, it was finally Fanli and Dangdang’s turn in the queue. To avoid another verbal conflict between Dangdang and Lina, Fanli tugged at her sleeve and urged her to order.
Dangdang mouthed a single word: “Jealousy.”
From two to five in the afternoon, they had the lecture and seminar for Life Arcane Science. Fanli attended the lecture with the Ocean Race couple she had met in the morning, and the experience was decent. Throughout the class, the woman took notes frantically, and the man asked three questions. After class, they marveled at how Fanli found such a difficult course so unchallenging that she could sleep so soundly; the gap between people was truly vast.
They didn't know, of course, that Fanli was playing dead the whole time. After all, if the teacher called on her to answer a question, her cover would be blown on the spot. And for some reason, whenever it came to core knowledge related to the Arcane Arts—especially the formula sections—as long as she concentrated on listening, her headache would flare up. Her ears would even buzz, and before long, the discomfort in her brain would make her feel nauseous and dizzy. Soon after, her physical strength would be severely depleted, and she would actually fall asleep.
Why was this happening?
After class, she flipped through the textbook. After looking at it for a minute, the same situation occurred—as soon as she came into contact with the Arcane Arts, she felt physical pain. She quickly closed the book, rubbed her head which felt like it had been smashed by a thousand-pound boulder, and rested for another ten minutes.
This was truly miserable. If she couldn't leave, could she not even study?
During the break, Fanli endured the aftereffects of the headache and went to the small supermarket on campus to look for clues about leaving the ocean. She took out the sea hare mucus and asked the clerk where similar products were. Following the clerk’s directions, she indeed found the sea departure section, which displayed various types of sea-travel equipment: sea hare mucus, sunscreen, goggles, compressed food, land-use backpacks, shoes, pants, human clothes, and so on. The clothes and pants were very simple, more primitive than styles from the Third World on land. Fortunately, the prices were also very low.
Then, among a pile of goods, she saw a transparent ID holder with a label that read:
*Reinforced Travel Document Holder, 2.99 De.*
There was something fishy about this.
Seeing a student passing by, she held up the ID holder and asked, “Excuse me, I’m from the countryside and have never been out to sea. I want to go out and see the world after the departure ban is lifted. Can you tell me what this is for?”
“Oh, that’s for holding a Sea Departure Permit. You have to take this document to the Departure Registration Bureau to be recorded before you can go out to sea.”
Needless to say, even if the original owner had such a thing, it would have been destroyed long ago.
“I see. Where do I apply for a Sea Departure Permit? Is it also at the Departure Registration Bureau?”
“Yes. Usually, the Departure Registration Bureau is very crowded, and it takes two or three weeks to process a permit. But recently, because of the ban, no one is going out to sea, so it can basically be done in two or three days. It’s a good time to go now.”
“Thank you so much! To be honest, I didn't dare ask my classmates for fear they’d laugh at me. You’ve been a huge help! Just one more minute of your time—do you know where the Departure Registration Bureau is...?”
Fortunately, the other person was very patient and told her the entire departure process and things to watch out for. After they left, Fanli recorded all of it in her notebook.
Next, the Life Arcane seminar was much more relaxed.
As soon as the tutor entered the classroom, she enthusiastically introduced her background: her name was Yinbeier, she had silverfish bloodline, and she came from Matthew Ice City, the capital of Matthew County in the Red Moon Sea. Her hometown was so different from other cities that she had developed a strong interest in the diversification of marine life since childhood. Therefore, she had migrated alone to the capital, Luoya, to work and experience a brand-new life.
Although surrounded by many Hunter Race students, Teacher Yinbeier didn't feel the slightest bit of inferiority. This was because all the boys in the class were looking at her with rapt fascination; even Xinghai was listening quite seriously.
Someone came to see Teacher Yinbeier during the break. When she returned, she was holding a beautifully packaged bouquet of fiery red seaweed, which set off her skin like a cluster of wild roses blooming in the snow. The fresh scent of the seaweed flowed through every corner of the classroom with the water molecules, and a youthful blush appeared on Teacher Yinbeier’s face. “I’m attending a wedding tonight, and a friend came to bring some seaweed. Please don’t mind.”
Seaweed symbolized attracting large schools of fish and a bountiful harvest, similar to how flowers symbolized fruit and harvest. Therefore, for sea folk to give someone seaweed was the same as humans giving flowers.
Everyone could see something was up from her expression. One boy playfully raised his hand and shook his pen. “Sorry, Teacher, I have a question. Why would *you* receive seaweed for someone else’s wedding?”
The whole class burst into laughter.
“Don’t make fun of your teacher. Quiet, quiet,” Teacher Yinbeier commanded, though she had no real authority.
Afterward, she kept glancing at the clock during class, her mind elsewhere the entire time. As soon as class finally ended, she vanished in an instant.
Fanli swam out of the teaching building and happened to run into Liuxiang. Liuxiang said helplessly, “I really don’t want to go to the wedding, but I can’t bear to give up the chance to admire the Dictator from up close. Are you going?”
“I’ll go take a look.”
Seeing many students swimming toward the school gate, Fanli became interested and sped up to follow the crowd.
Outside the school gate, she saw live hairtail fish for the first time. Their smooth bodies were like silver-plated blades, flashing with a piercing light as they moved in schools. She finally understood why the Japanese called them “Tachi-uo” (Sword Fish). Amidst the flashes of light, rainbow-colored plankton swirled, and transparent jellyfish pulsed like dancers with “ribbons,” rotating around the center of their world—a supersonic private vessel.
Unlike ordinary private vessels, it had a bubble-style canopy. The scissor doors could open both upward and outward, requiring great care when opening. The color was a dazzling golden-orange, paired with a pitch-black, shiny canopy and propellers.
“Wow, this private vessel is so gorgeous!” Fanli craned her neck to look.
“The ‘Snake Shadow,’ one of the three most expensive supersonic vessels in the entire Light Sea, originally from Holy Yejiana. Top speed of 874 kilometers per hour, second only to the ‘Light Demon 97’ and the ‘Frost Tyrannosaur.’”
“No wonder so many people are watching. It must be very expensive, right?”
“Not necessarily. Although there aren't many ‘Snake Shadows’ in Luoya, it wouldn't normally draw such a crowd. Everyone is looking over there, look—”
The door of the “Snake Shadow,” which was originally fixed to the front of the vessel by chains, suddenly moved upward, and the schools of fish scattered. A straight, long leg stretched out, wearing a short boot made of ray skin.
A leg?
Fanli rubbed her eyes and found she hadn't misseen.
A young man sat inside the cabin. A purple silk scarf was wrapped around his forehead, fluttering gently in the waves along with his psalm-like, snow-white long hair. An aristocratic black-purple shawl draped lingeringly over his shoulders and arms. The round-neck toga underneath was unadorned and shorter than other togas, but it was handmade from the purest sea silk. His lean, bare arm rested on the cabin door; on his armband was a pair of eyes in the style of ancient Egyptian totems, with a blooming flower in the center of the eyes—this was the “Flower Eye” emblem of the Buke Clan. Purple diamond earrings, a pendant on his chest... everything looked incredibly expensive, but all that “expensiveness” seemed somewhat shabby in the face of his countenance.
His face was so small and beautiful that many people didn't even pay attention to his legs. After a long while, Liuxiang covered her head and said, “Professor Buke is acting up again as soon as he leaves the school gate. He especially loves the Land-Form.”
The Land-Form referred to the state where sea folk transformed into having two legs. Doing this in the sea was considered very improper behavior.
“This person is a professor?” Fanli’s mouth twitched. “Buke Yejia?”
“Yes, our Professor of Arcane History.”
Buke Yejia hooked his finger toward a certain spot in the crowd. There, Yinbeier timidly swam out from the throng, looking up at the “Snake Shadow” before her, her hands clasped to her chest. “You... you came to pick me up.”
“Of course. Teacher Yinbeier, come.” Buke Yejia possessed innate Arcane divine power; he walked through the seawater as if treading on clouds and mist. He reached out to Yinbeier, led her to the passenger seat, then followed her into the cabin. He closed the door but left the canopy open, like he was driving a convertible sports car.
“Thank you for giving me a ride to the wedding, Professor Buke.”
The surrounding students erupted into a chorus of jeers and cheers. A large group of Ocean Race girls hugged each other, shouting, “I believe in love again!” It was incredibly melodramatic. Fanli looked up at the school gate with “Luoya University” written on it and the statues of famous people, her mouth twitching again. She felt the title “Professor Buke” was very jarring.
How did this Buke Yejia look anything like a professor...?
At that moment, someone pushed Fanli. “Bait, get out of the way!”
Suddenly, a wave of water accompanied by a shadow swept over. A slender arm blocked Fanli’s side. She turned her head and saw that the person protecting her was actually Yejia.
She was so startled she swallowed a large gulp of seawater.
“Careful.” A voice so gentle and melodious it could melt seawater.
Yejia was a head taller than her. He protected her with ease and then looked back at her. With the light behind him, he lowered his head. A lock of his side-parted long hair fell beside his lean face. His eyes, like wine soaked in poppy seeds, had turned a deep purple. “This little commoner fairy, Teacher has noticed you.”
Yejia had a pair of soulful peach-blossom eyes, and his appearance was so perfect it was hard to tell his gender. Even the radiance of Venus being slowly pushed onto the sea surface by pearls and lilies was only so-so in comparison.
But, “commoner”? Their professor probably had a prince complex.
Fanli looked left and right, confirming once more that he was speaking to her. “Me?”
“I know who you are. You’ve broken a lot of rules, and you have a secret that can’t be told.”
*Crap, he found out?!* Would it be better not to lie? If she confessed honestly and showed a good attitude, maybe she’d get a life sentence instead of being beheaded...
Fanli’s whole body went stiff, her mind a mess. Just as she was thinking of how to respond, Yejia raised an eyebrow and pointed in a certain direction. “You are his sweetheart.”
“Huh?” Fanli was stunned. He was pointing at Xinghai in the crowd.
At the same time, the onlookers were also stunned. Yinbeier, sitting in the “Snake Shadow,” looked even more bewildered.
Xinghai looked left and right, then pointed at himself. “Me?”
Yejia ignored him. He just turned back and said to Fanli with a frown, “Guess what? Did our school just issue a new regulation forbidding freshmen from dating?”
“I-I don’t kno—”
“Of course not.” Yejia laughed. “You’re all freshmen, you’re adults. How could the school issue such a boring regulation?”
Fanli was speechless.
“Date to your heart’s content. Youth is wonderful.” Yejia winked. “But remember to avoid making little babies.”
“...Huh?”
“Or are you all just children who don’t really know how to date?” Yejia glanced at Xinghai, then gazed affectionately at Fanli. His eyes were deeper than the purple gems on his ears. “Then... do you want Teacher to teach you?”
“HUH????”
“If you need it, feel free to ask Teacher anytime.” In just a second, Yejia had returned to the cabin of the “Snake Shadow.” He looked back and blew a kiss to Fanli. “By the way, Double-S Little Fairy, I’m not just your lecture professor, I’m also your seminar tutor. See you on Sephir-day.”
The propellers began to turn with a crisp, high-pitched hum.
A swarm of bubbles rushed toward them as Yejia drove the supersonic vessel hundreds of meters away.
***
**Glossary**
Chinese | English | Notes/Explanation
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交尾 | Mating / Copulation | Used by the Hunter Race to describe reproduction; carries a primal, animalistic connotation.
鱼饵 | Bait | A derogatory slur used by the Hunter/Predator races for the Ocean Race.
落亚大学 | Luoya University | The prestigious underwater university where the story takes place.
奥术 | Arcane Arts / Arcane Science | The magic system/science of this world.
圣耶迦那 | Holy Yejiana | A major location, likely the seat of government or a high-status region.
红月海 | Red Moon Sea | The sea region where Luoya is located.
风暴海 | Storm Sea | A rival or enemy sea region mentioned in historical context.
蛇影 | Snake Shadow | A high-end supersonic private vessel.
出海准证 | Sea Departure Permit | The official document required to leave the ocean for land.
出海登记局 | Departure Registration Bureau | The government office that handles permits for leaving the sea.
布可夜迦 | Buke Yejia | A professor of Arcane History from the prestigious Buke Clan.
银贝尔 | Yinbeier | A seminar tutor with silverfish bloodline.
江珧足丝 | Sea silk / Byssus | A rare and expensive fabric made from the filaments of fan shells (Pinna nobilis).
德 | De | A unit of currency.
浮卢门 | Flumen | A unit of currency.
