"There is wind element ether disturbance between the area a427554 and a427550."
"From south to north, we have excluded the Kaolin Navy Yinlu and the Eastern Communist and Commercial Alliance Istria. There are still three targets whose identities are unknown, but the possibility of a giant beast in the clouds cannot be ruled out."
"The U.S. side has sent me a note that the fleet is expected to enter the Eshim Parkon Strait through the Flash Sea within 72 hours, passing two ships, including the sixth-class frigate Old Iron Hull and the supply ship Camden," the U.S. side said I hope we will not interfere with freedom of navigation."
"But freedom of navigation be damned, is this happening again?"
Zhang Tianmiao listened to the noisy voice on the communication line. He turned around and saw his deputy saying angrily: "It's been almost a fucking century, and they dug this thing out of the old papers again?"
"Where are the French?" someone asked on the communication channel.
"Never mind the French," asked the deputy, "where is our ship?"
"We have arrived, comrades of the special reserve team, our ship is one thousand meters above you."
A deep voice came from the communication channel.
Zhang Tianmiao raised his head when he heard this and raised his right hand to cover his eyebrows. The slightly dazzling sunlight made him squint his eyes. Thousands of meters high in the sky, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, the sky is clear blue, and a faint shadow is emerging on the sapphire blue sky.
The deep voice continued: "The Chinese People's Navy, the Bijie ship has arrived at the target area. It is a great honor to carry out this mission with you."
A moment later, another calmer voice came from the communication channel: "Captain Zhang, this is the Stargate Port Command Center. I am Ambassador Liao Cheng. Please report the latest situation."
"Comrade Ambassador, the situation is still unclear. We can only confirm that the current target is still at the Aixinpal Craftsmen Association," Zhang Tianmiao replied with a straight face. "We should be the nearest mobile force in the Aishinpal area, requesting to carry out the mission."
"Captain Zhang, the Stargate Port will try its best to assist you in your operations, but the supreme governor of Aixinpar, Count Sandor, is neutral. We can only exert influence through the Kaolin Merchant Alliance as much as possible. The Silver Wind Knights in the port are possible of help.”
Ambassador Liao paused: "So you are approved to carry out the mission, but you must arrive at Aishin Par within three hours."
"Complete the mission resolutely."
Zhang Tianmiao's gaze passed through the shadow of the floating ship, and his gaze was a little distant, as if it was falling on the faint clouds.
Asimpal, in the arena
The wandering horse also looked at the unpredictable clouds, just because the four projection crystals projected a huge time mark on the two and a half Talia scales above the sky.
That's about seven minutes on Earth.
In the competition room, the final work is about to be completed, and the huge ball of stars has been mostly filled.
In the darkness, liquid light overflowed, as bright as a blazing fire, reflecting Fang's not-so-tall figure. He held his head high, contemplating this work of art made by himself, but his eyes were actually closed, and his expression was solemn.
like a pilgrim
He gently raised his hands in the spiritual world, like a conductor of an orchestra, with his fingers raised, preparing to complete the last step.
The entire arena was silent as if under a spell, except for the wind blowing through the clouds in the autumn, bringing with it the rustle of fallen leaves. Ms. Aisha seemed to have just reacted and asked dryly:
“…What’s the crossing rate?”
In the cloister courtyard, everyone was asking each other this question.
"87.3%..."
"88.1%..."
"It's still rising. What's going on? He seems to be getting more and more skilled... 89%, already surpassing the Iron Oak Principality..."
"Time, where's the time?"
"Time should be slower than that of the Iron Oak Principality. Its single connection efficiency is relatively low, but overall it cannot be too slow by four Taliyah scales, no, it will be more than three and a half."
People are whispering, especially the staff of the El Paxin Artisans Association, with different expressions. It seems to have gone through four stages of shock, confusion, disbelief and surprise.
"Haha, I knew it! Hahaha, I knew it!"
Among all the people, there is only one person who is the happiest, and that is Arquette. While watching the projector, the old dwarf laughed inexplicably from time to time, and almost burst into tears.
Rogerta, the president of the Elpaxin Craftsmen Association, looked at his old man a little depressed. He always felt that something was wrong, but this old man refused to say anything.
The other party only occasionally looked at the representatives of the Kingdom of Ancient Tower Knights not far away with strange expressions, with expressions of success in their conspiracy.
The faces of the contestants in Guta were somber.
Vikki was the first to rush out, but two dwarf guards immediately stopped her. The little girls clenched their fists one after another, blushed and raised their heads to look at the scene in the projector.
Fang Zheng gently put down his right hand.
The structure of the last part of the sphere of stars is surprisingly consistent with that peculiar system. It is full of complex and changeable structures, like a maze full of thorns.
There, he had suffered defeat countless times, but today, when he looked up at this complex system again, he felt an indescribable and strange feeling in his heart.
Like a little inspiration.
An invisible hand gently made a ripple in the dark ocean of thoughts, like a blessed soul, allowing him to see another strange angle.
Like a fairy, dancing in the forest.
He hesitated for a moment and slowly raised his left hand.
Like a breeze, it passed through the courtyard, bringing with it waves of low voices.
"How can this be?"
"In the final stage, his speed actually accelerated!"
"What about the crossing rate?"
“The crossing rate is still improving!”
People couldn't help but look at each other.
Only the boy with squinting eyes behind Vikki was watching this scene intently. He suddenly remembered what his mentor told him before his debut.
The highest level of fairy dance between alchemists and combat craftsmen.
He thought slowly for a while, then lowered his head. His pretty face reflected the glowing blue light of the system. There was an open page of light, which was the interface of the Aitaria virtual community.
Under the hot posts marked in red, there is another post, and its popularity is soaring.
'Big news, the genius boy in the Jeffree Red Team incident is not dead! He appears again, in the El Pashin Continental League! It’s so exciting, everyone should go and see it! '
Like a stone thrown into water.
One related forum after another, one related chat channel after another, gradually spread to areas that are no longer relevant.
There was some noise outside the window, the tip of the pen flicked, and the noise in the corridor made Tang Xin frown.
She raised her head and looked outside the window. There was a row of sycamore trees, with a little bit of light yellow. The sunlight penetrated through the veins of the leaves and through the glass, which was a little clean. In the classroom, a few boys were chatting at the podium, discussing boring things like the recent game, which star player, how many points, etc.
She's even a little funny.
She really didn't know how these empty-headed boys could discuss it with such enthusiasm when they didn't even remember the name of the competition correctly.
She admired these people even more for being able to discuss the process of this competition in such an ups and downs and full of suspense, as if it were real.
It's just an obvious thing. The Windtalkers club started to build momentum for their rookie player Virs half a year ago. In this quarter of the game, bbk only played mee, who was not even a second-tier player, and they were in the U14 reserve team. There are obviously better Xu Zheng and Yang Ze to choose from
But there is nothing new under the sun. The City League originally existed to select trainees, but now it has long been reduced to a stage for big guilds to package and promote their own new star selectors.
I don’t know what’s worth caring about about this kind of game, let alone talking about it.
What's more, Tang Xin has no interest in the new world itself.
As for why she knew so much, it was thanks to a silly guy who had been chattering in her ears since she was a child. She frowned and looked at the countdown on the glass. After entering the last school year, her study tasks suddenly became arduous. With her grades, she couldn't say that she was sure of getting there.
"Ah, this player is really cute," a somewhat surprised voice came from the side, sweet and cute, which made her stunned for a moment: "This guy's focus is really interesting."
The other party also asked in a waxy voice: "Tangtang, what do they mean by the passing rate?"
"The passing rate refers to the alchemist's accuracy when connecting structural points, but this term is generally used in competitions," Tang Xin answered without thinking. "When they count race results, they calculate the line crossing rate multiplied by the total time."
She turned back and glanced at the screen on her friend and bestie's personal terminal, and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Continental Alchemy League, do you still care about this?"
"Ah?" The girl with a princess temperament was very surprised. "Tangtang, you actually know about this competition. I saw them discussing in the chat channel about the genius alchemist. Wow, he is so young. He is a big boy and quite cute."
As she spoke, she handed over her personal terminal: "Really, if you don't believe me, just take a look. I didn't expect the Super Competitive League to be so interesting."
Tang Xin fiddled with her ponytail and swept it behind her back. She looked at her best friend very suspiciously, wondering what her focus was.
She knew very well what level of competition the Continental Alchemy League was. Not many boys in the class knew about this competition.
And her best friend and best friend is a typical rich girl, a surreal girl, and the topics they discuss will always be cosmetics, celebrities, fashion products, and at most a soap opera.
Do you expect a girl like this to be interested in a professional level competition?
Do not make jokes.
With such curiosity, she subconsciously looked at the screen, but once she looked at it, she couldn't look away.
"Tangtang, Tangtang?" The girl with a princess temperament called her many times. Only then did Tang Xin come back to her senses. She saw the other party looking at her strangely: "Tangtang, what's wrong with you? You've been posting for so long. stay?"
Tang Xin shook her head and looked at the silly guy on the screen with a black eye. "nothing……"
"You still say it's nothing?" The girl stared at her: "You don't have a crush on this guy, do you? Wow, our iceberg beauty, a genius beautiful girl, will also be tempted sometimes, but this guy is really cute of."
"Shut up," Tang Xin gave her best friend a hopeless roll of the eyes: "Am I going to fall in love with this guy?"
Having said this, she couldn't help but look at the screen again.
But he couldn't help but chuckled in his heart, "Fang Gege, are you still alive this time?"
…
bang bang bang
There was a low knock on the door.
After about a moment, the iron door creaked open. The man who opened the door was the male owner of the apartment. He was about forty years old. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses and a retro Chinese tunic suit. He looked somewhat elegant and bookish.
The male host saw the visitors outside clearly, and couldn't help but be stunned. There were obviously several public officials outside the door, wearing suits and leather shoes, holding Chinese bags under their arms. The few with capable expressions around them looked like police officers.
"You are?"
"Hello, don't be nervous, let's confirm first," the young man who was obviously from the government department smiled and said politely: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Tang Shengtang?"
The male host was slightly stunned, but quickly calmed down and nodded. "Who are you...?"
The young man interrupted him politely: "Excuse me, what is the relationship between Mr. Tang and his wife and Mr. Fang Fang?"
"Little?" The male host's face changed slightly: "What's wrong? Did something happen to him?"
"Nothing happened to him." The young man couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Mr. Tang, we are in dire straits here. We hope to get help from you and your wife."
While talking.
He took out a stack of photos from his briefcase and handed them over: "Take a look at this first."
The male host took the photo.
El Pashin, inside the competition room, Fang has just completed the last connection. He gently put down his left hand, but before he could take a closer look at his work, he couldn't help but sneeze heavily.
He raised his head in confusion, looked around, and then scratched his head.
Outside the arena, there was already an uproar.
At the same moment, outside the gate of the Elpaxin Craftsmen's Association
The staff were watching in astonishment as a field of silver knights descended from the sky and landed on the square outside the gate of the Craftsmen's Association. They jumped off the wyvern in unison, and then walked up the steps side by side.
As a native living in El Paxin, he naturally recognizes the identity of these knights. The Silver Wind Knights are theoretically one of the local autonomous forces in El Paxin. Although they are loyal to the Kingdom of Kaolin, they enjoy certain rights. independent power.
Kaolin's political structure has always been like this. There is no conflict between the central and local governments. In fact, the local identity of the Silver Wind Knights is much higher than that of the city's chief executive line. The Elpaxin people have always regarded it as Proud of this city.
What's more, the other party also has the support of the Kaolin Business Alliance.
Therefore, the staff did not dare to neglect easily. They only stepped forward and bowed their heads in greeting: "Sir Argyle, dear knights, may I ask what this is?"
The grand leader of the Silver Wind Knights, Viscount Argyll is a very serious-looking man. And a curly beard on his lips deepened his majesty. He pressed the sword with one hand, raised his eyebrows and said: "Richard, you kid, put away those little naughty tricks of yours in front of me. I'm still here." I don’t know what you are thinking? Don’t worry, I am just entrusted to come here to find someone, and it will not interfere with your competition. As for President Roger Tower, I will tell him personally.”
The staff breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped out of the way. They were still slightly surprised. They didn't expect that such a big shot would remember such an insignificant person like him.
However, he and the knights who were entering the Craftsmen's Association obviously didn't notice.
Under the shadow on one side of the Craftsmen's Association, a master and a servant were taking a step back. Sylvide, carrying a suitcase in her hand, was watching the scene quietly. Behind her, she was still the cold-faced one. Tall maid.
Under the long soft golden hair, there are eyes like the shallow sea. He was watching these knights enter the Craftsmen's Association as a matter of course.
"It's coming faster than I thought, Siesta."
"Those people's influence also goes deep into the kingdom."
"Um."
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