Two young men from the Silver Forest Spear walked through the stairs, and the young man who had bumped into them suddenly stopped. "Wu Di, why do you think the guild called us back from Charter City in such a hurry?"
"For the sake of publicity and momentum——"
The young man looked eager to try: "Is that true? I can't wait for a long time. Do you think we can become a famous craftsman combination like the 'Blade of Anor'?"
Wu Di turned around and glanced at his companion with a pair of dead fish eyes: "There is everything in the dream."
"Hey," the young man shouted, "people always have dreams. Without dreams, what's the difference between you and those salted fish outside?"
But Wu Di had already walked upstairs without looking back, and the latter had to follow quickly.
As the two walked out of the stairs, a stern look came over them. "How did you get here?" The person who spoke coldly was an extremely handsome young man, wearing a black thick velvet coat, but only an inch of his hair was left. He was frowning and looking at the two of them, his eyes as sharp as two swords.
If looks could kill, Wu Di felt like he had been stabbed through.
"Be careful," the young man poked his companion from behind and whispered, "People from the military."
Wu Di nodded.
"What are you mumbling about?" Zhang Tianmiao asked with a frown. As the captain of the Star Gate Special Operations Team, he is only twenty-four years old this year, but he is already a second lieutenant of the Republic.
As a soldier, he has never been used to the bad habits of procrastination among the selectees.
The basic principles of military service, discipline and obedience, are not seen at all in these people——
But he also knew that these people were not soldiers after all.
Many people have gathered in the corridor. However, Jingwei is clearly divided into two. Except for the silver tabard of Silver Forest Spear, all the rest are uniform black coat uniforms.
The former is loose and scattered, while the latter stands together like a neat black square, so quiet that you can hear a pin drop, and no one makes any unnecessary noise.
Wu Di couldn't help but lower his head when he saw this scene, and replied in a low voice: "It's nothing, I'm sorry, I was just delayed on the way..."
Zhang Tianmiao was noncommittal and shook his head: "Return to the team."
The young man did not dare to say anything at this time and followed Wu Di into the Silver Forest Spear team. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the leader of this guild mission, the deputy commander of the Seventh Regiment, who seemed to be communicating with the military second lieutenant.
"Captain Zhang," the deputy commander of the Seventh Silver Forest Spear Regiment whispered, "will we continue to act as agreed?"
Zhang Tianmiao nodded impatiently: "Don't worry, the military will not interfere with your plan, but we ask for your cooperation in our mission-"
The deputy leader was relieved: "That's good, that's good."
When the young man saw this scene, he grabbed someone and asked in a low voice: "Why are there people from the military? Who is this person from?"
The man also lowered his voice and replied: "The other party is from the special reserve team."
"Stargate Special Operations Team?" The young man was stunned for a moment: "What are they doing here?"
But the man shrugged: "God knows, I seem to be looking for someone..."
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Fang Yu, Jita and Luo Yu walked on the creaking wooden aisle.
The building looks old, but its owner has maintained it well. The floor is covered with thick carpets, and the wooden wainscoting has been carefully wiped until its surface is as shiny as if it had been waxed.
Every detail is where it should be.
There were rows of rooms on both sides, and each room had a bright house number on the door. Fang Plover counted the numbers on it - from 1074 to 1092. Occasionally, I will pass by a terrace and meet small groups of adventurers.
"I, my mind was blank at the time, let alone angry," Jita blushed, lowered her head and said with embarrassment, "But Fuli seemed to be very angry, I, am I too shameless?" used."
Fang Yu only patted his shoulder lightly.
After that unpleasant episode, everyone lost interest in watching him try out the 'Kingfisher' α. Attila and Tianlan left early to return to the mission, so only the three of them - no, four People, as well as Mr. Heavy Crossbowman from Papalar, who has been unconscious.
This corridor leads directly to Longjiao Hall——
On the stone wall of that hall there is still hanging a ferocious dragon horn from the era of the Giant War. On the dragon horn was carved with a knife the inscription "Don't forget the dead enemy——". It is said that this ancient motto is today It is still passed down by word of mouth among dragon slayers.
Fang Plover had heard about the dragon horn for a long time, and he couldn't wait to see it.
At this time, at the corner of the stairs ahead, a familiar figure of a master and a servant suddenly appeared, making him stunned.
The girl in a beige windbreaker was stopping at the bottom of the stairs. She put down the box in her hand and told her maid in a clear and clear voice: "Shesta, go to the second floor and wait for me."
The maid named Siesta has short light violet hair and eyes of the same color. She has a slender waist and is also an extremely beautiful beauty.
But it pales in comparison to her mistress.
The girl just stood there quietly and elegantly, like a ray of cold moonlight shining into people's hearts.
Her face under the veil exuded pale beauty, her golden eyelashes hid her eyes as dark as emeralds, the bridge of her nose formed an elegant curve, and her lips were painted an attractive and soft cherry color.
Like the delicate title page of a fairy tale book, it is painted with patterns of wild roses and thorns. A gorgeous princess lives in seclusion in a castle, making people unable to stop reading the connotation of this mysterious story.
"That sister is so beautiful..." Even Jita couldn't help but sigh.
The girl heard the voice here and turned around.
When she saw Fang Plover, she nodded politely to several people. She seemed to have forgotten that she had met him in the square before. Fang Yu felt mixed feelings in his heart for a while, and he couldn't tell whether he should be happy or disappointed.
After getting closer, he saw a noble emblem on the other person's suitcase. A blue and white shield, with a scarlet wreath of sycamore leaves, a copper helmet, torn cloak hangings falling from both sides, and the shield beasts are two unicorns.
On the lower curtain is a Kaulin motto, written in Ithurian dwarven script - 'Time passes like water, and wisdom increases with each passing day'.
And at the moment of being stunned, the two sides had already passed each other.
Only then did Jita turn around and ask in a low voice: "Brother Ed, do you know heraldry?"
Fang Yu shook his head slightly, but he always felt that he had heard such a sentence before.
Luo Yu, who was on the side, shook his head: "I think that woman is very suspicious. It's best for us to stay as far away from her as possible." These words caused both of them to look back at him strangely.
Luo Yu was stunned for a moment and looked at the two people with the meaning in their eyes - what are you looking at me for?
Jita spoke to him carefully and said seriously: "Luo Yu, no wonder Miss Fuli said in private that you are a jerk."
"What is giving?" Luo Yu was startled.
"Just, he's gay." Jita explained with a blushing face.
The latter suddenly seemed to be choking and started coughing desperately.
Fang Yu couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't know why, but after laughing for a while, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.
The three of them walked through the corridor and entered a small hall with a tall archway in front. Two servants stood by the door and pushed open the heavy wooden door for them. Amidst the creaking sound, brilliant lights came into view.
Within sight is the Dragon Horn Hall.
Fang Yu subconsciously raised his head, and sure enough he saw that ferocious dragon horn straddling the dome of the entire hall.
It was a black dragon horn. You can no longer find such a huge dragon horn. The dark dragon lineage has long since disappeared after the Giant War. Legend has it that the last dark dragon was killed by the dwarf dragon-slaying hero 'Varit' in the Dead Swamp, and its huge bones are still displayed in the Forge Hall.
The light and fire reflected every jagged protrusion of the dragon's horns, and the strange shadow swayed on the dome, twisting and deforming, as if it had turned into a screaming dragon, spreading its wings to cover the sky and the sun.
Fang Yu seemed to hear a strange scream. The sound came from the depths of his soul and was chilling to the bone.
All the lights suddenly went out, leaving only an empty darkness, the fog was thick, and a huge thing stood behind the thick fog. There seemed to be a pair of red eyes looking down at him in the darkness.
"The Glory of Cang."
A low sneer came from the darkness.
The voice seemed to be full of contempt and disdain, with a sense of arrogance and unrulyness, and it was like a rolling thunder from the sky, exploding deep in Fang Plover's heart, rumbling endlessly.
He felt that the thing was parting the mist and coming to him.
The biting cold had already gripped his body, making his blood freeze and unable to move. The shadow was getting closer and closer, but suddenly a calm voice sounded from his mind:
"wake up."
That was the voice of Miss Goblin.
Fang Yu woke up with a jolt. The darkness suddenly subsided, and the surrounding area became bright again. The brilliant light dispersed all shadows, and the distorted shadows faded away like a tide.
He was still looking at the slender and ferocious dragon horns, which were still hanging motionless on the roof.
There was no change at all, people were coming and going in the hall, and the air was filled with a strong smell of food.
Everything before seemed to be an illusion——
An anxious voice shouted urgently from the side: "Brother Ed, what's wrong with you?"
It was Jita's soft voice.
Fang Yu turned around and saw the latter looking at him with a worried look: "Brother Ed, you have been in a daze for a while, has something happened?"
Fang Yu shook his head.
Only then did he notice that someone had appeared next to him—an old man. Her silver hair was neatly combed, and she was dressed like a housekeeper, with a white shirt, a black vest and straight trousers. She had one hand behind her back and her figure was slightly stooped.
But this kind of rickets did not detract from his temperament at all. The old man looked at Fang Plover with a calm and calm look, and his silver-gray eyes were looking at Fang Plover with deep-set eyes.
Suddenly he asked in an old voice: "What did you see?"
This voice was very familiar to Fang Plover. The other person was the old man whom Tian Lan called 'Shayek'. The other party's gaze made him slightly wary, and he replied calmly: "It's nothing, I'm just looking a little lost... This dragon horn is really big."
"It's very big," the old man looked up at the ferocious dragon horn and replied, "Even in those dark ages, you couldn't find a few dragons bigger than it."
"it……?"
"Don't ask too many questions, young man," the old man said: "Dragon horns are a tradition here, but the death of the dragon is not a good omen, and its shadow is a bad omen, because legend has it that only the dying can Seeing the dragon wings in the shadow——"
His tone was so gloomy that Fang Yu couldn't help but shudder.
"You scared me, Mr. Sayek." Jita complained as her little heart was pounding with fear.
The old man turned around and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to do it. The dinner prepared for you is ready. Do you want to start dining now, or wait for Miss Attila to come back?"
"Wait for them," Fang Yu said against his will: "We are not in a hurry anyway."
The rich aroma filling the air seemed to be even richer. The thick gravy was mixed with the grilled cheese, and the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of chopped nutmeg and cinnamon leaves, making it soft and fluffy.
His eyes were a little dark.
Sayek looked at him and nodded: "Then I'll leave first."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Sayek..." The taciturn young man at the side suddenly took the initiative and said, "Today...is there still a place closer to the front?"
"Of course," said Sayek, "Mr. Luo Yu, I know your habits and have already prepared it. I have reserved a table for you in the third row."
"...Thank you so much." Luo Yu was so grateful that he didn't know how to express it.
To be honest, this was the first time that Fang Yu noticed that this guy had other expressions besides a serious expression on his face.
The old man bowed slightly, then said goodbye and left.
Luo Yu and Jita separated from the crowd and walked to the front, while Fang Yu called his dragon soul twice in his heart, but received no response. He vaguely felt the back of his hand was a little hot. When he raised it, he discovered that the half of the crown emblem there was slightly fluorescent.
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but rub it hard with his hands, but there was no reaction at all.
He tried various methods again, but the fluorescence became weaker and weaker until it disappeared. At this time, Jita had already called his name from the front: "Brother Ed, our position is over here!"
Fang Plover had no choice but to put this matter aside and walked up.
He came to the two of them, remembered Luo Yu's words before, and asked in a low voice: "Are there any benefits to this position?"
"Don't you know, Brother Ed?" Jita looked at him curiously.
"what do you know?"
"Elpaxin Artisan Challenge."
"W-what challenge?"
"Artisan Challenge." Luo Yu turned around and corrected him with rare seriousness: "The competition organized by the El Paxin Area Artisan Association is only held in the 'Traveler's Rest' in the finals, and the prize is Mr. Mazak. The most proud work of my life is 'The Ring of Golden Flame'."
At this point, he paused.
"Mr. Ed is also a combat craftsman, right?"
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