Rogerta turned around in shock when he heard the voice. Two Dawn Guards wearing elven mail walked in first from outside the courtyard. Two elven guards stood on one side by the door. The elf princess dressed in white, Brianne Caranthir-Miscellaneous Star, appeared there and walked gracefully past the two of them into the courtyard.
Fang Yu was slightly startled when he saw the elf princess. He didn't expect to meet the hero of the Battle of Bain again.
When Brianne walked into the courtyard, she looked at him specifically and nodded to him.
Fang Yu was stunned by this detailed action and even forgot to return the gift. Does this legendary elf princess recognize her? He was naturally unaware of everything that had happened before. He thought he was just a trainee alchemist from Kapka and had no contact with him. How could she recognize him?
The big cat's reaction was much duller. The lion-man's hometown, the Gray Wilderness, is far away in the vast wilderness of Lotao. They have always been indifferent to the outside world. Although they have heard about it, they will not lose their composure. He put his paws on his chest and bowed slightly to return the salute to Brianne.
As for Parker himself, who was not selected by the Chinese division, he is very unfamiliar with everything about Kaolin-Ishulian. He only stared at the azure sapphire on the elf princess's belt with his dark eyes, not knowing what thoughts he was thinking about.
"Ms. Miaoxing, why are you here in person?" Roger Tower was very surprised. "I was originally going to ask Elsa to forward the letter to you, but -"
"I'm not here for that thing, Rogerta." Brianne's eyes fell on Fang Plover. "But Mr. Ed, I want to take him to meet someone."
"Him?" The old dwarf was startled and looked at Fang Plover subconsciously.
Fang Yu was also a little at a loss. He still hadn't figured out how the elf princess knew him and who she wanted to take him to see. He is just a new member of the Chosen One. He has no relatives or friends in this world. Who would want to see him?
"But -" the old dwarf hesitated. Of course he had guessed what good thing Arquette had done, but compared to the talent shown by this young man, the results of both Kapka and Elpahin in this game were already insignificant.
He had already come up with the idea of keeping this young man at the Elpaxin Craftsmen's Association, and Kaolin-Ishulian still had a lot of time to wait. But suddenly Roger Tower remembered something again, and asked with some surprise: "Ms. Miaoxing, are you going to take him to see that guy?"
Listening to the old dwarf's tone, Fang Plover thought of the answer almost at the same time.
Curufin-Novili, another of the three heroes of the elves, the Feather of Morrowind, the ranger of Hermelfin, the master of the Tower of Summer, the oathkeeper of the Elf King, the master of construction - it is said that He was also an outstanding alchemist, perhaps even the closest Corin-Ithurian came to the title of Grand Alchemist in this era.
"No need to ask anymore, Rogerta, that person doesn't like to be mentioned about her."
"Oh," the old dwarf suddenly realized. "Indeed, Curufin has always been a dull gourd, but I am not afraid of him. I was much better than him when he was learning alchemy. You can let him come to me——"
Brianne showed a sly smile and didn't answer. She just looked at Fang Plover. "And you, young man?" she asked softly.
"Me?" Fang Yu was a little confused: "But -"
"Are you still there?" The old dwarf was even more nervous than Brianne, and his voice raised an octave: "Little guy, do you know who wants to see you? Do you know who this lady is?"
Of course Fang Yu knew it, but he said helplessly: "But what about my assessment?"
"Assessment?" Only then did the old dwarf remember that there was such a thing, and couldn't help but slap his forehead.
At the same moment, inside the Elpaxin Craftsmen’s Association—
Sir Argyll kept walking, walking through the sunlight projected from the tall arched window, intertwining light and dark, but he was always thinking about the Chosen Ones.
The Kaulin-Ithurian alliance is not as stable as many people imagine. The old king died, and the new king was young. In the political territory of the kingdom, Prince Coleman, the younger brother of the previous king and the uncle of the young king, was the dominant one.
But under such overwhelming power lies an unstable foundation.
While the rumored cruelty, indifference and dictatorship alienated the regent and his courtiers, at the same time the new king, although only fourteen years old, was unexpectedly wise and capable, and became aggressive in political struggles, conquering cities and territories. He won decisive victories over the elderly uncle several times in a row.
There seems to be a gap in the old dynasty, just waiting for it to fall apart and disappear into ashes.
In his opinion, the fact that His Royal Highness the Prince was sent by his nephew to supervise El Paxin's Continental League may be a sign. There is a saying in Aitalia - dragons will not leave their territory easily, which means that the more powerful a person is, the more they rely on their own foundation and will not easily go to dangerous places.
He had met the prince in person once before. Just like the rumors, he was as ugly, cold and aloof, and his black eyes were so calm that he was deeply impressed. The other party didn't look like a fool, but he didn't understand why the other party made this decision so easily. Maybe he had other motives.
But everyone on this big ship has already felt the breath of impending disaster, and they have begun to look for other shelters. This is a sign before the building is about to collapse. Argyll's own family is not a line of princes, but there is no middle-of-the-road on such matters - Earl Sandor, the consul of Elpaxin, is a sensitive and clever man, who embraced the young king's love early. Thighs, if I make a decision now, I'm afraid it will be difficult for it to work.
He knew it was an old fox. The conflict between Archon Elpaxin and the Silver Wind Knights is obviously just a superficial phenomenon. Once there is an opportunity, the other party will not hesitate to take action. The only thing he can rely on is the reputation of the Knights among the people of Elpaxin, so that the opponent can take advantage of it.
Use the time you have gained to find real solutions to the problem.
There are Ithurian dwarves in Elpaxin, and there are also the branches and branches of the Avenquin elves, and there are behemoths like the Kaulin Merchant Association and the Artisan Guild, but Argyle has made something that in the eyes of others Some incomprehensible choices.
He took a fancy to the power of the Chosen One.
"My lord," his secretary quickened his pace and caught up from behind. "I asked, that person is still a child. Are we going to all this trouble just to find a child? If we offend the Craftsmen Association for this, wouldn't it be too much?"
There were some words he didn't say later. After all, everyone in the Knights knew it, and now there were people watching them, waiting for them to make mistakes.
Argyle heard the implication of his deputy's words. He just took out a crystal the size of a ping pong from his arms and threw it over.
The secretary took the crystal ball and looked at the light and shadow floating inside with some surprise. It was a silent image, recording Fang Plover's performance in the previous game.
"This..." The latter couldn't help but gasped after reading it: "If you hadn't given this to me, my lord, I might have thought it was a magical image - the ability of the chosen one. It's really unbelievable. "
"This is not the ability of the Chosen One," Argyle replied, stroking his curly beard with his hand. "Have you ever heard of Yuanhai Changjuan?"
Jazz's voice was not loud. When he mentioned that noun, it seemed that even the surrounding space dimmed, exuding a deep chill.
The secretary remained silent.
For those who know the inside story, there are two taboos about Cowling-Ithulian that should never be mentioned. One is the Dragon Witch incident a hundred years ago, and the other is the Battle of Bain thirteen years ago.
Silence returned to the surroundings——
Seeing that his young deputy was a little too frightened, Argyle shook his head. "Don't think too much. That's the business of those people outside. We are only responsible for helping find people."
"Those people... can they really help us?" the secretary couldn't help but ask.
"You underestimate them too much," Argyle replied. "I heard my grandfather talk about the war forty years ago. Their first generation of chosen ones was far more powerful than you imagined - it was only limited by the number of people and the final misunderstanding was clarified that we sat down Come down and shake hands to make peace.”
The secretary shook his head. He always felt that the selectors were not as scary as the grand leader said. There may be some outstanding people among them, but there are also a lot of geniuses among the aborigines - not to mention those who are far better than others. The other party’s population base.
What's more, the chosen ones also have one of the biggest flaws, that is, their strength will drop sharply after the age of thirty-five, but they don't have this worry.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Argyle didn't explain much.
Because what he values is not actually the strength of the chosen ones. But during long-term observation, he discovered a characteristic. The transfer of power by the "people outside" seemed to be extremely smooth, and their goals and ways of doing things were often consistent for a long time.
Unlike a kingdom, changes in the center of the political structure often have far-reaching consequences. The rise and fall of a noble family often depends on the thoughts of the people above. This sense of insecurity has gradually made him tired of it, and he has become obsessed with the stability 'out there'.
He would make this decision at this time. On the one hand, he was forced by Earl Sandor, but on the other hand, it was also what he had always expected.
Unknowingly, the Chosen One has already become an important part of the kingdom's political power map.
Go through the corridor and enter the courtyard.
The first thing Argyle saw was Roger Tower, who was roaring like thunder there - this old guy still had such a fiery temper despite his age. Jazz couldn't help but shook his head, thinking that sooner or later, this old dwarf would one day You have to die because of your bad temper.
The dwarf who was being trained was Arquette. When the latter saw Argyle, he was like seeing a savior and shouted: "Ah, Sir Argyle, you are a little late, the game is over——"
Rogerta glared at him, then turned around and said to Argyle angrily: "Human boy, what are you doing here again, are you looking at my joke?"
Argyle shrugged. This old dwarf started working at the Elpaxin Artisan Guild when he was very young, and dwarves have a particularly long lifespan, so the name "Human Boy" took root.
He didn't take it seriously and just replied smoothly: "I'm not that free, old friend, I'm here to find someone."
Although he didn't mind on the surface, Argyle still enunciated the word '老' very clearly, with special emphasis.
"Are you here to find someone too?" Roger Tower was stunned.
"Also?" Sir Argyle looked around and suddenly felt something was wrong: "So someone has climbed in before me?"
"Haha," the old dwarf seemed to have heard something particularly interesting, and his anger disappeared immediately. He couldn't help but laugh: "Let me guess, human boy, are you here to see that little guy too?"
"Little guy?" Sir Argyle's ominous premonition escalated again. "Old guy, you'd better tell me clearly. How do you know who the person I'm looking for is? And who dares to take away the person I'm looking for first?"
"Who dares to take away the person you are looking for first? It's so majestic, human boy." Roger Tower didn't take it seriously, but imitated his tone perfectly. "Guess who it is, Brianne Caranthill-Miaostar, what do you think, do you want to trouble this lady?"
"Princess Miaoxing?" Sir Argyle's expression changed, and he suddenly looked a little embarrassed.
In this city, his family is considered prestigious.
But in front of the legendary ranger Princess Brianne, the daughter of the Elf King Avenquin, the Seven Heroes of the Battle of Byrne, that really was nothing.
Not to mention him, even His Majesty the current King Kaolin may not be able to show off the airs of the Supreme when facing this Princess.
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Fang Plover walked among the elf guards and couldn't help but look around awkwardly. The Avenquin elves around him were all dressed in gorgeous elf silver mail. They were almost the same height and had pointed ears. Extraordinarily handsome.
This race is like the descendants of the legendary gods, flawless and long-lived, but a little cold and likes to keep a straight face.
The forest elves are completely different in this regard. At least Miss Attila looks more like a living person, gentle, generous, strong and compassionate.
Compared to the indifference and elegance of this legendary princess, he still prefers people like Miss Elf who are closer to life.
And just when Fang Yu couldn't help but compare Brianne with Etila in his mind, the elf princess suddenly turned around and looked at him with some humor: "What are Ed looking at? Do you think we are... Is it really just like the rumors, cold and unkind?"
"Huh?" Fang Yu was startled. He felt guilty about having his thoughts exposed on the spot. He almost thought that this legendary elf princess could read minds. He waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no!"
Brianne smiled indifferently and did not explain.
Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but he was really curious. Taking advantage of the other party's initiative, he asked the question that had always eluded him: "Ms. Miaoxing, how do you know me?"
Brianne glanced at him in surprise, as if she was remembering something, her cold expression melted away, and she smiled uncontrollably: "Don't you know, Ed?"
How would I know? Fang Yu thought to himself inexplicably, shaking his head in confusion.
"Then it's better to let that person tell you the answer to this question in person." She replied.
"That person?" Fang Yu was stunned. "Is it Mr. Curufin? But I didn't know Mr. Curufin before this?"
"Curufin?" Brianne looked at him pretending to be surprised: "Of course not, why did you think of him?"
"Ah?" Fang Plione was shocked: "No, it's not Mr. Kurufen, but President Roger Tower just now——"
"What's wrong with President Roger Tower? He didn't say anything, right?" The Elf Princess blinked slowly, with a hint of cunning hidden in her eyes: "If you really want to see Kurufen, I will take you there if I have the chance. Go see him, but not now, it’s someone else who wants to see you now.”
Fang Plover opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time. Only then did he understand - it turned out that the daughter of the Elf King, the legendary hero of the Battle of Byrne, the Ranger Princess was also very good at lying.
No, in fact it was all him and the Dwarf Guild Leader talking to themselves, and she never admitted this from the beginning to the end.
He looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess and was speechless for a moment.
Brianne didn't take it seriously, and was even a little happy: "What's wrong? Do you feel a sense of disillusionment with your idol? Because those are just the propaganda of the Kaolin royal family, and that stupid boy Roban has been defending me. Reputation - in fact, I have always been like this. He was deceived by me and almost lost his life. "
As she spoke, she couldn't help but smile, but her bright eyes were full of affection.
Fang Yu blinked, and then he realized something. It turned out that the rumors on the forum were true, and Princess Miaoxing really liked that human boy Luo Ban.
The protagonist's aura is really deeply rooted in people's hearts.
He couldn't help but think to himself.
But after a while, Fang Yu came back to his senses and couldn't help but ask again: "Then who wants to see me, Ms. Miaoxing?"
"Why not take a guess?"
Brianne stopped as she spoke and looked not far away.
Fang Yu subconsciously followed the elf princess' gaze and happened to see a master and a servant waiting quietly in a magic rail car station on the side of the street.
The gentle afternoon sunshine just crossed the huge shadow of the Artisan Club.
The girl's white dress and golden braid shimmered. She looked at Fang Pliance, tilted her head and showed a slight smile. She held the huge suitcase in her hand and greeted him:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Ed."
"We meet again."
"H-Ms. Sylvide?"
Fang Plover couldn't help but subconsciously look back at Princess Brianne.
But the elf princess was looking at Sylvester, smiling at her and saying: "——I brought your little lover out as promised, but don't forget to promise me."
After hearing this title, the girl didn't refute, she just smiled and nodded: "That's natural, leave it to me, Your Highness."
"Wait, are you...?"
Brianne then turned around and winked at him: "Don't you understand? It's very simple. I just sold you for a good price, little guy."
Fang Yu looked at these two people with a confused expression.
The elf princess couldn't help but laugh: "But you are not at a disadvantage. Beauty like Sylvide is rare even among my people."
"Okay," she waved her hand. "Se'randu—Aduri, have a great time."
Fang Yu was about to say something.
But at this time, a jingling bell sounded in the distance. A train in the sky was slowly sliding in along the silver track, slowing down and stopping at the station. Then the bell turned into a long whistle——
Sylvide stepped forward, grabbed his hand - a gentle touch, and said to him: "Mr. Ed, do you still remember what you said - I will take you somewhere."
"Wait, but?"
"That's too late."
A silver knight has appeared at the other end of the street.
Sylvide had already grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the magic rail car next to her. Siesta had been waiting in the car for a long time. She rushed into the cab and pressed a lever with her hand.
The train suddenly blew its whistle again, then paused slightly and slowly began to move forward.
Only then did Fang Yu clearly see the identities of the knights in the distance: "Silver Wind Knights, why are they here?" He finally recognized this famous local organization in El Paxin.
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