"We must win, Mr. Ed!"
A little goblin in a maid's outfit was standing on the railing of the trestle, waving to him vigorously.
"I understand, Miss Ye Xing." Fang Pulong was holding a suitcase in one hand, turning around and smiling at the people on the trestle.
"Oh my, it's really annoying. Are there only night stars? What about us? What about us?" The other three little goblins also crowded on the railing of the trestle and complained to him.
Fang Piao looked helpless and had to apologize to them all: "Of course there are also Miss Jasmine, Mint and Yue Jin. I will come back to see you when I have the chance."
"Really?"
"Great, we're waiting for you, Mr. Ed."
"So Mr. Ed must defeat those people and come back as soon as possible!"
The goblins all knew that he was about to participate in the Continental League in Vanrich - but they didn't know that that game was just an exhibition match before the main game in Oshur. After defeating those people, Plover will head to Oshu.
Oshu, that is a very far away place for the fairies of Nervad.
However, Fang Plover actually had no intention of joining in the fun. It's just that he promised Odin that he would join Ragnarok's alchemy team to participate in this competition. Of course, he still didn't know how the warrior king planned to arrange him to participate. After all, logically, the participating list should be before the year before. It has already been decided——
He also happened to have participated in the last group match of the Continental League in Kaulin-Ishulian just two years ago due to a coincidence (actually he was sold), so he was relatively clear about the details of the competition system.
On the trestle, a few goblins showed some reluctance to leave.
Although Fang Yucai had only stayed here for a week or two, to the little goblins here in Nervad, he was one of the few guests who didn't mind their pranks, and he was still half a student of Lord Anloser, so friendship always existed. It is established unconsciously.
Fang Yu looked at the tree house in the distance and the goblins on the trestle, and felt something in his heart. But after all, the happy time is always short-lived, and the time to leave comes in an instant.
A snow-white sloop is moored on the lake in the distance, with an elf-style silver sail hanging. The long mast is reflected on the water, standing quietly in the inlet surrounded by green forests.
Before he got on the boat, he turned around and saw several little goblins looking intently in his direction and waving their little hands to him. Fang Plover's nose felt sore and he turned around. It was a pity that Mr. Anlosser had left beforehand and could not come to see him off.
So much so that he didn't even have a chance to say goodbye.
After a while, Fang Plover calmed down and looked at Ariel, the elf bartender from Nervad, on the boat, and asked where the owner of the elf's residence had gone.
And Anloser asked the elf bartender to escort him to Vanrik in advance, so the other party was also on the boat. After listening to his question, the latter just shook his head slightly and replied: "If Lord Anloser plans to leave, then no one will know where it will go."
After hearing this, Fang Yu couldn't help but raise his head with some disappointment, looking at the snow-capped Holy Bow Peak in the distance, above the green carpet of forest, shining in the sun.
The top of the mountain peak is always surrounded by light clouds and mist.
Indeed, he knew the true identity of the owner of the goblin residence. As a giant dragon, this answer was perfectly normal.
After looking at it for a while, he remembered something and asked the other party again: "Mr. Ariel, do you know Odin?"
Ariel nodded, looked at the lake and said, "That is also the young man who walked out from here. He helped Lord Anlose a lot in the early years, and even saved Night Star once." He then turned around, The other side said: "If you are interested, you can go and inquire."
"inquire about?"
Ariel replied calmly: "Some of his stories have become legends in the poet's mouth," his voice was melodious: "These legends are still circulating in the South."
Fang Yu was startled after hearing this, and then felt a little envious. The adventures of the past have become legends passed down by people today. But when will he and his Seven Seas Brigade be able to leave their own stories? Is the membership name unknown, or is it remembered by people?
But what he was chasing was not the pace of the King of Warriors.
But it is similar to the footprints left by great explorers like Sir Ma Wei.
And above the blue sky.
Above the clouds at Holy Bow Peak.
A quiet gaze was watching this lonely silver sail draw a long track on the emerald green lake until it disappeared. After a moment, Anloser opened his wings and turned around to fly towards the westward branch of the mountain range.
He was like a silver shadow, passing through the clouds, but not long after, he broke out of the clouds and descended into a hilly forest.
In the distance of the forest, the Xia Jin Tower is standing on the hill. The remaining stone walls after thousands of years seem to be submerged under the dense vines. Lich Tang De stood in the forest, looking at the building from a distance - he remembered the time when he existed, it was already a long memory.
But compared with that ancient building, he is actually just a young man. It holds its chest with its bony hands, and the warmth belonging to the living has long since disappeared, but the obsession in its heart has not let go, allowing it to always walk in this world.
It wasn't until the strong wind hit his face that Tang De raised his head and looked at the pair of silver wings falling from the sky.
Mirleuthymis folded her wings and gradually turned into the form of an elf before landing on the ground. He was dressed in a white robe and had long hair shawl. He looked at the undead with a quiet expression - if he didn't remember what the other person looked like when he was alive, he might Will directly burn it to ashes.
"I said," Anloser said quietly, with a rather cold voice: "Don't come here again. Look at what you look like now, Tang De."
The flames in the skull's eyes dimmed slightly.
"I'm sorry," Don De replied, "I'm disturbing you again, my dear Lord Milleuthymis."
It bowed slightly.
Anlose said nothing, only frowned. He suddenly asked: "Do you know Ed?"
"That young man?" Tang De suddenly remembered what happened in Elmau Castle, but he shook his head: "I didn't come here for this matter."
"I know."
"I found him." Tang De suddenly said.
The forest suddenly became quiet.
All that was left was the rustling sound of the wind caressing the leaves.
Anluose looked at the other party quietly, and suddenly asked something. Tang De nodded first, then shook his head.
Anloser was silent, and after a while, he said: "I can't help you. I said I would never recast the dragon-slaying sword again." He paused: "Don't let the flames of revenge engulf you. If you kill yourself, Tang De, you have gone too far on this road."
"Of course I know," Tang De opened his mouth, and a chuckle that was almost self-deprecating came out of the dark mouth. He put his hand on his empty chest: "Look at me like this now, Lord Milleuthymis. The flames of revenge have already swallowed me up."
It replied hoarsely: "I can't look back anymore, I just want to die with it all."
Anloser sighed.
"Well," he replied, "I can't help you, but someone can."
"who?"
"You should have heard the legend about the Hall of Thousand Doors, right, Tang De?"
The Lich was slightly startled.
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Compared to Grande, or even to Turon, Vanrich was not much of a big city.
But the reputation here is far greater than the former. Not only because this is the birthplace of Rose Workshop, the hometown of Fairies, and the city where the Xilin-Spica family is located, but more importantly - the Tower of Babel. This is the headquarters of the Southern Alchemist Alliance——
When Soul Fingerprint checked the airship, he saw the towering tower standing in the center of the city.
The tower's name was actually Elfendor - the tip of the cogwheel in the Kaolin-Ithurian language. It's just that the electors like to give it the name 'Tower of Babel' because it is indeed very fitting for this spire, standing high in the sky, rising from the ground, and reaching the top of the clouds.
Therefore, the local people liked the name of the minaret that they were proud of given by the elector very much. As time went by, the tower of Elfendor for three hundred years now has a new name, the Tower of Babel.
It is actually less than a century since this name was born.
Soul Fingerprint covered her bangs with her hands to prevent the high-altitude wind from blowing her hair. The airport area is on the 120th floor of the minaret, which is about 500 meters above the ground. The high-altitude wind is so strong that it can blow people away. It would have to stagger around - if there wasn't a magic circle outside the airport.
She looked down from here. Van Rijk was like a silver coin on the shore of the lake, and the sparkling long lake was almost a curved surface. The lower part of the tower was narrowed in the field of vision, like a thin thread, which made people feel frightened. She took a step back, not daring to look anymore.
But my heart was pounding.
Others in the team are talking about it. The station is not in the south, so many people on this trip are visiting this famous place for the first time and seeing this towering spire for the first time.
However, as they were used to seeing the fantastic scenery of Etalia, everyone was not too shocked. What they were more concerned about was actually the 'new teammates' they were going to meet next.
"Did Boss Odin say when he would arrive?"
"Who knows, probably just these two days."
"Then what should we do now?"
Soul Fingerprint turned around and looked at the group of men and women behind him. There were five people in the group, two little girls, and the others were all men.
One of them asked at this moment: "By the way, what do you think the other person looks like?"
"Is it a boy? Maybe it's a girl?"
"Then will he be very powerful?" one of the little girls asked.
"That's not clear, but Boss Odin said that the other party has great potential." The person who spoke first replied.
"Tch, that means it's not that powerful anymore."
Several people were chattering and discussing, but there was inevitably some teasing tone in their tone.
After all, they are members of a large guild, and this is not the first time they have encountered such things as temporarily placing manpower. Although the professional guilds are well-disciplined, it is not important competitions or activities. There will always be some favors and face - or 'promising' young people who have been temporarily promoted from some youth training team to meet them.
It's not impossible for even the children of the club's top executives to come along for sightseeing.
Therefore, what they care about is not the level of the person himself, but who he is and what he looks like. A handsome guy or a beautiful girl? If it's just mediocre, I'm afraid these people will feel disappointed immediately.
After all, this is their only pleasure.
It's just that Soul Fingerprint frowned after listening to the discussion of several people, and then turned around and reminded: "Gather together, I will arrange the next work. This time we are not only here to participate in the competition, but also to investigate Situation in the South.”
"Finally," she paused before saying, "Although it is only an exhibition competition, the Kaolin-Ithulian Artisans Association is drawing up a list of contestants for the main competition. If you perform well, it is not impossible for you to be among them. .”
"Remember, this is a rare opportunity to become famous."
After hearing these words, everyone became quiet.
They are not the alchemy studio of the guild's top main force, otherwise they would not come to participate in such a small competition. But the exhibition match is nothing, if they can participate in the main match of the Alchemy Continental League and regain one or two places from Oshu.
For a team of their caliber, this is a rare opportunity to showcase themselves.
What's more, since they are Ragnarok's team, the chance of being selected by the Kaulin-Ithurian Artisans Association is not small.
Of course, this is only for these young people. As a leader, Soul Fingerprint does not need to stand out in such a small competition. She has been a professional craftsman in the guild many years ago. These juniors will naturally respect her when they see her. Call me senior.
However, as a serious and responsible team leader, she naturally hopes that the results of the team she leads can be better.
She looked at the five young people and was about to say something else, but suddenly she was hit in the back. Soul Fingerprint is not a combat profession. This time she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, a hand stretched out from the side to steady her.
Keep her from falling.
Soul Fingerprint looked at the man a little annoyed, and then realized that the man was actually a serious middle-aged man with gray hair but a dignified appearance. She looked into his eyes and was almost startled. Those are a pair of eyes that contain a breath of wind and frost, as if they carry too much time and experience.
But just for a moment, the look in her eyes returned to normal, making her almost think that she had seen it wrong. The middle-aged man had already politely helped her up and apologized to her: "Sorry, miss, this place is too narrow. I didn't notice you were in front."
The soul fingerprint can't tell anything at a glance.
She was not an unforgiving person, so she felt relieved when the other party apologized. And the other party is just an aborigine, so what can she care about? But Soul Fingerprint couldn't help but take another look at the middle-aged man, and then realized that the thing that hit him before was a huge box.
The box was about half a person's length and sixty to seventy centimeters high. It was nailed tightly with wooden boards. I didn't know what was inside, but it seemed to be quite heavy. Two dull construction servitors were carrying the wooden box forward, but because the passage was too narrow, they accidentally bumped into her.
This box looks a little weird, but the soul fingerprints only glanced at it briefly. Vanlik was originally an important cargo transit port in the southern region. It was not surprising that people transported all kinds of strange cargo to this place.
It's just that the airship is used to transport goods. I guess the goods are also valuable.
The older knight saw the Chosen Girl in front of him and stopped pursuing it. He apologized again in a low voice, and then let the two antique constructs carry his goods to the freight channel. At the same time, Dickert actually complained in his heart about the stinginess of the Southern Alchemist Alliance - such old-fashioned dolls should have been eliminated long ago.
Although these dolls were still the mainstream configuration before he went to Dolifen, he had been to Elpaxin and naturally knew that today's new dolls had already been updated.
But he lightly touched the mustache on his lips, thinking to himself that the Southern Alchemist Alliance and the Corin-Ithurian Craftsmen's Guild had different ideas, and it seemed that it was not just for political reasons.
After saying goodbye to the dwarf Arquette, he went straight to the south - others may not know it, but what happened on Fenris Island cannot be hidden from him. After all, he had fought side by side with the opponent in Dolifen, so one glance was enough to identify Fang Plover's identity in the communication crystal.
After getting what he wanted from the Craftsmen's Association, he went all the way south and found Princess Brianne in Grande, only to confirm the news from her and his eldest son. Calculating the time, he thought that the little guy should arrive in Vanlike.
Thinking of this, the old knight turned back.
He silently glanced at the huge wooden box.
Although it took several months to investigate what he promised Fang Plover and others, it was not completely fruitless. But the news he got was not reassuring. If not, he wouldn't have forced Arquette to take out that thing.
This incident made the old dwarf very angry——
He only patted the box lightly before moving forward. Just before entering the freight channel, his attention was attracted by two little girls not far away.
That's a tourist.
Dict knew this title - although it was a rare and new word to him. In the era of the Battle of Bain, the Chosen did not have this term at that time. But it is said that after that, many people between the Chosen and the non-Chosen entered Aitaria.
Before that, he could hardly imagine what the visitors from the world between the Chosen Ones and the Non-Chosen Ones were like. He still learned these relevant 'common sense' from Arquette.
But when it comes to meeting, this is the first time that the older knight has seen such a person - actually, it is not the first time, because seriously speaking, Ji Ta, Luo Yu and Tian Lan are also tourists, and he has met them before. pass.
But Luo Yu and Jita are different from this after all.
Because the two little girls not far away were obviously not wearing clothes from this world - this was a typical feature of tourists.
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