"It's very simple," the official's voice in the communication crystal replied: "You bring something to the arena, and we will naturally help you deal with Luo Lin."
"You? Super Competitive Alliance?" Fang Yu asked: "How do you plan to deal with him?"
"This is our respective secret, a trade secret. You should have heard of it, right?"
Fang Yu frowned: "Then what do you want me to help bring?"
"Don't worry, it's just a recording crystal."
Fang Plover instinctively felt something was wrong. He is not very good at dealing with people, but this does not mean that he is a fool. On the contrary, he is sometimes calmer than ordinary people. A recording crystal, what evidence does the other party want to capture? If such a thing is done openly, the Super Competitive Alliance can directly cooperate with the competition. Even considering their tense relationship with the Southern League, it is nothing to let a passerby sneakily bring a recording crystal to the competition field. Good thing.
If something went wrong, it would be a huge scandal and it would greatly damage the relationship between Stargate Port and Corin-Ithurian. The Super Competitive Alliance would not be unaware of this, and Fang Yu did not believe that the other party would put its hope in that illusory possibility unless it was 100% certain.
What is the certainty? It would be too clumsy to disassociate the relationship. The Elfandor Council would be able to find out the fishy nature if it intervenes in the investigation. Unless the drunkard is not interested in drinking, then there is some mystery in the crystal. When Fang Yu thought of this, he already felt like a trap.
However, he unexpectedly felt that he was very calm and did not feel angry at all. Perhaps it was because he had never thought about trusting the other party, so he had no trouble in his heart - he even wanted to laugh a little.
But why did the other party deal with Luo Lin?
Is it to put the Shadow Throne on the throne?
Does this mean that the other party has no connection with the Dragon Worship Cult?
He hadn't thought about this clearly for a while, because when it was difficult to confirm the other party's intention, he couldn't rule out whether this was a deception. But even so, this conversation still benefited him a lot and he mastered a lot of key information.
At least Shadowthrone's participation in this game is indeed fishy.
He was a little alert, but didn't show it outwardly. The other party was still waiting for his answer on the other side of the communication crystal, but Fang Pliance had already made a decision and only replied: "I still believe that I can win the game by myself without the need for external help."
"It's a good thing for young people to have confidence in themselves," the other person seemed a little surprised, and after a while he replied: "But I hope you have thought about it clearly. For a selector, maintaining a friendly relationship with the alliance is a good thing. There are benefits to the road ahead.”
This sounds tempting, but in fact it is a naked threat. Fang Yu couldn't help but think of the fate of the team in the Covenant Mountain incident, and he also roughly figured out what the league's general approach was, which was nothing more than suspensions and various restrictions.
At that time, the military was involved behind the scenes, but now that he has registered with the military and has not canceled his account, and he has to face the alliance's difficulties, he was really hesitant for a while. However, he quickly made up his mind that no matter how hard the Super Competitive Alliance covered the sky, it could not do anything to free adventurers - he had no intention of taking the route of a professional selector and participating in any competition.
"I understand," he replied calmly, "but I've already thought about it."
The other side seemed to be planning to say something more, but Fang Yu had already cut off the communication.
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In the room, the middle-aged man was silently looking at the dark red light on the communication crystal in his hand that was gradually dimming. The afterglow gradually faded from his sickly pale cheek, and only his calm expression was finally reflected. The expression of joy and anger is invisible.
"Ignorance." He muttered before pushing the door open and walking out. Walking through a long corridor, Pudra Goan was waiting outside.
The pharmacy master with a hooked nose and a pale golden face looked at him with leaden eyes and said: "Suonan's stubborn old man still refused to let go, but his attitude finally relaxed a little. His opinions actually represent After knowing the thoughts of those in the parliament, Elfondo is always unwilling to break up with the royal family."
"Is this what the Duke meant?" The middle-aged man glanced out the window. In the distance, he could vaguely see a faint undulating ridgeline. The north of the light blue mountains was in the direction of Dulan. To this day, the Phoenix family still plays a vital role in stabilizing the situation in the south, preventing the situation from getting out of hand. Pudra nodded.
"The nobles of Aitalia have always been like this, cowardly and pedantic. But the old dwarf's vacillating attitude is a good opportunity for us to take action."
"Indeed, how are you doing over there?"
The middle-aged man shook his head: "The target was very shrewd and he didn't take the bait." If Fang Plover was here and someone praised him as 'smart', he would probably jump up to three feet with pride, and then rush to find Sika happily. Miss Pei took the credit. It's a pity that he is not here.
Pudra also felt a little pity: "It's a pity. I heard that he is very close to Odin and has contact with Ye Hua..."
"It's nothing to be sorry about," the middle-aged man replied: "This guy has always been reserved when selling information, and he's not that trustworthy. He's not really on our side. Don't forget that he screwed up our account last time. , sooner or later we will find him and return him—"
"But I'm worried that he might be hiding some information that we don't know?"
The middle-aged man was a little disdainful: "What information can I get? It's only two or three months. What else can Odin give that young man?"
He shook his head: "It's just a trial of thousands of doors, so it doesn't matter, let alone Luo Lin..."
At this point, he stopped speaking seriously.
The meaning behind seems self-explanatory - to ordinary people, the Hall of Thousand Doors is mysterious and unpredictable, but when zoomed in on the entire range of selectees, those who have experienced the Thousand Doors Trial do not seem so special - or at least relatively so. Word.
Pudra was still hesitant to speak, and his expression under the shadow of the bridge of his nose seemed to be getting darker.
The middle-aged man looked at his appearance and asked, "Have the people from the Shadow Throne entered the finals?"
The latter nodded.
The middle-aged man showed a satisfied look, but then his eyes flashed: "Unfortunately, it was all in our plan. If the old guy hadn't disrupted the situation, there wouldn't have been so many troubles now."
"There is no way, compared to prestige, I am far inferior to him in Elfen," Pudra also sighed: "I can only follow the trend, but I always feel that he has discovered something? Ander wants to do it for The young people chosen by that girl from the Mawei family don’t have to do this—"
"Think about it carefully, he asked the main draw players to participate, what are the benefits of doing so? With that kid's level, is it really a sure win? Don't forget that this is a team competition, Ragnarok's team level is very average. He The purpose of doing this is of no benefit, the only possibility is to muddy the water."
Pudra frowned: "What I am most worried about is that this is not Ander's intention. He does not have such a delicate mind, but the arrangement of the little girl from the Mawei family. She took the Prime Minister to Bouver. The party is notorious for playing tricks.”
The middle-aged man glanced at him, and sincerely he didn't think that a mere little girl had anything to be afraid of. This old guy still seemed too pedantic and cowardly. The other party had not made any progress in the parliament for ten years, so it seemed that it was not impossible. Makes some sense. "Well, there can never be a perfect plan," he concluded: "I only found that young man for insurance, but it doesn't matter if he is there or not."
He looked at the time: "Okay, let's split up."
Pudra nodded and watched the middle-aged man leave.
Then he also walked out of the hall and came outside. A young man was waiting respectfully at the door, greeting: "Teacher, you have come out."
Pudra nodded calmly, looked around, took out a crystal with dark red light from his arms and handed it to the other party. "Take this and do as I say."
The young alchemist took the crystal with both hands excitedly and put it away carefully. If Fang Plover were here, he would definitely be able to recognize this person. It was the guy who kept causing trouble for him and annoying him endlessly.
"Go ahead."
"Teacher, is she really the young lady from the Albert family?"
"What does this have to do with you?"
"Nothing, nothing." The young man quickly put away the crystal and left in a hurry.
Pudra glanced at him from behind and shook his head, feeling a little disdainful. "Don't overestimate your abilities." He made a mental evaluation of his nominal student.
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Fang Yu was putting away the communication crystal and looking at the field absentmindedly, but the previous questions were still running through his mind - what was the opponent's intention? What does Shadowthrone have to do with this game? Is Luo Lin an enemy or a friend?
He then had another suspicion - was the Super Competitive Alliance behind it? If not, then the origin of the other party is very intriguing.
But if so, the problem becomes more complicated. The key is whether the Super Competitive Alliance has anything to do with the Dragon Cult behind the Shadow Throne? Or do you just want to deal with the Southern Alchemist Alliance? Both possibilities exist, but the first possibility makes Fang Plover shudder.
It involves a key question: Is there the possibility of the alliance itself being infiltrated by a cult?
He subconsciously glanced not far away.
There, Chickpea was saying to everyone with an exaggerated look: "Guess what news I got?"
"Come on, Bao asked," Mu Lan said angrily, "Can you stop being so pretentious?"
"Haha, I heard that in the next competition, in addition to the main competition teams, there is also a team from Elfenduo that will participate."
"What kind of news is this? I've known it for a long time."
"But you definitely don't know what happens next," Chickpea said mysteriously, "Who do you think the leader of this team is?"
"Who is it?" Dill couldn't help but ask.
Mu Lan pulled Dill back: "Ignore him, let him speak for himself."
Then Chickpea smiled sarcastically and replied, "It's Luo Lin. You should have heard of this person, right?"
"Luo Lin, who is that?"
"You should all know the rumors in the past two days, right?" Chickpea asked.
"Is it him, the dragon-slaying hero of Idus?" Even Cui Yu couldn't help being surprised.
Regarding the death of Toragotos, although it had only happened one night, it had actually spread throughout the streets of Vanrick early in the morning. After all, Count Silin-Spica did not hide the news when he returned from Idos, and even made people consciously announce it.
"Oh my god," Mulan also became interested: "I've heard of him. He was famous when he was in Fenris. I'm his little fan!"
"How famous can he be?" Chickpea sneered at the word 'little fan'. He looked up and down and couldn't tell how small Mu Lan was: "How famous can he be compared to that unknown hero?"
"Come on, your unsung hero died a long time ago."
Fang Yu couldn't help coughing loudly after hearing this.
Everyone turned back to look at him in confusion, and Fang Plover quickly waved his hands to indicate that he was fine.
Mulan then said: "But I heard that Luo Lin can use the dragon gun. How can we compare with him?"
"You still want to compete with him?" Chickpea said angrily: "Thank God if I can compete with the main competition team."
"That's right. Besides, if you can lose to an idol, it's worth it."
But Cui Yu shook his head: "I think we may not be unable to win, and there is Ed."
Dill also raised his head after hearing this.
But Mu Lan looked at Fang Plover and shook his head: "Ed is no match for the dragon-slaying hero."
Everyone was talking about it, but Fang Plover just laughed it off.
He was still thinking about the previous question in his mind——
About the Dragon Cult and the Super Competitive Alliance.
But this problem was so big that neither he nor Sophie thought about it at all. He suddenly thought that he was not capable of analyzing this problem on his own, and was about to ask the Princess of Silver Vislan. But at this moment, a staff member came over and said to him:
"Mr. Ed, someone is looking for you."
This made Fang Yu stunned. The main game was different from the previous games. Others were not allowed to enter the stadium, so Tianlan and the others could only watch the game in the square. Who has the ability at this time to get the permission of the staff to come to the arena to find him?
However, the group of people soon saw the old man walking from outside the venue. Fang Yu was surprised. He did not expect that his teacher would come to him in person.
Others were even more surprised. After all, one could tell at a glance that the person was an aborigine. Friendships between the selectors and the aborigines were not uncommon, but friendships were rare. Fang Yu then introduced him to everyone: "This is my mentor."
He introduced to Ander: "This is Miss Soul Fingerprint, our team leader. There are also Hummus, Cui Yu and Dill. This is Liu Liyue."
"Mentor?" Mu Lan was greatly surprised. They actually had mentors, and most of them were well-known craftsmen who belonged to the alchemist unions in various places. But that kind of nominal mentor has nothing to do with them after they pass the novice stage, let alone come to watch them compete?
How could a high-level craftsman, whose time is as precious as gold, spare time to care for an apprentice?
Moreover, they heard that Fang Plover was born in the Kapka school. How many thousands of miles could it be from Rodel to Vanrik?
How deep is the relationship?
Generally speaking, only the most proud students receive such treatment.
However, most aboriginal craftsmen don't like Chosen students, because traditional craftsmen value the basics, and even if Chosen grow quickly, their foundations are basically terrible. Therefore, few of the proud disciples of craftsmen who could be named were actually chosen ones.
But the next moment, Ender's self-introduction cleared up their confusion. The old man looked at everyone, smiled slightly, patted Fang Plover on the shoulder and said: "I am a half-hearted student, thank you for taking care of me."
Everyone is not a fool, and naturally they can't really regard Fang Plover as a 'half-baked student'. Just by listening to the intimacy in these words, they understand that the other party is obviously very fond of this so-called 'half-baked student'.
Chickpea opened her mouth and her jaw almost dropped.
Soul Fingerprint frowned. Next to her, Mu Lan's eyes widened. She suddenly saw something unusual about him.
But everyone present was an alchemist, and others quickly saw it. Andre Uriel then introduced himself: "I am Ander Uriel, and Ed is my student. I really didn't expect that he would actually reach the finals with you."
After he said that, he glanced at Fang Plover with a smile.
Great craftsman.
Others were completely shocked, even Soul Fingerprint, who always behaved very calmly. She couldn't help but glance at Fang Yu in surprise.
"Ah," Mulan suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "You are Ender the Great Scale. I remember, you are the last speaker of the Elfendor Council!"
Her eyes wandered uncertainly on the old man and Fang Plover, and she said with a sense of difficulty: "Ed, I didn't expect you to be from Elfendor."
Fang Piao sweated furiously, how could he be an Elfendor man? It had nothing to do with him. In fact, except for Ender, the Elfendor Council didn't know the existence of such a person as him. However, being the proud disciple of a great craftsman, and also a selector, this identity was enough to make it difficult for everyone to digest for a while.
Mu Lan's eyes changed when she looked at Fang Plover. In order for a selector to be truly recognized by a great craftsman, how high must his talent be?
But Ender obviously wasn't here to add to their psychological burden.
The old man clapped his hands gently, signaling everyone to calm down, and then smiled and said: "Don't be restrained, just treat me like a bad old man. I made a bet with Ed before, but I didn't expect you guys to really be able to break in." finals."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. They regarded the great speaker of the Elfendor Council, Corin-Ithulian, and all the great craftsmen that he could count on his fingers, as a bad old man? This thing was so bizarre that no one would believe it if they told it to the guild.
But Ender didn't mind. His silver-grey eyes glanced at the distant arena.
In fact, at this time, the competition between Shadow Throne and the Military Selector has come to an end. Although the scores between the two sides were not much different, in the end, Shadow Throne was superior and won the ticket to the finals.
However, since the reputation of alchemists in the military was not well known, this one could not be considered an upset, and the response in the square was far less than their previous one.
Ender glanced at it and then continued: "Luo Lin has Count Xilin Spica to help. Of course I can't just sit back and ignore my students, so I come here to tell you the details of the next competition. You Do you know what will happen in the next game?"
Everyone shook their heads. They heard Chickpea mention it, but even Chickpea himself didn’t know the details of the competition, let alone them?
However, they also glanced at Fang Plover. The other party actually compared Luo Lin with Fang Plover. Isn't this a bit too high? After all, the former was one of the dragon-slaying heroes of Idus, and Fang Plover was not well-known before. Everyone could only understand that this was the other party's blind confidence in his students.
Of course, Cui Yu and Dill looked at each other and thought of the scene in the cafe before.
Ender was not surprised when he saw everyone's reaction. He only explained the rules of the last final in detail.
According to the old man's description, due to the temporary change of the competition format, there were actually five participating teams in the final.
In addition to them and the Shadow Throne, there are also two teams in the main competition - the Guta people's team, and Kaolin-Ithurian's own team. However, the Kaolin-Ithulian delegation was actually originally from the Kapka Craftsmen's Federation, but due to some reasons, the Kapka Craftsmen's Federation did not arrive in Vanrik in time.
So in the end, this spot can only be transferred to the team of the Grand Craftsmen Association. However, the team of the Grand Craftsmen Guild has not yet been fully formed. According to Fang Plover's idea, a few players will be selected from the lists submitted by several caller guilds to form this temporary team.
The last remaining team was a team formed by Elfondo around 'Rolin'. It sounds like this team is just a makeshift team, but Fang Pliance knows in his heart that this team is actually the protagonist of this game.
Ander also told him privately that besides Luo Lin, there was at least one veteran who had been to the Hall of Thousand Doors in this team. In order to praise his student, Count Xilin Spica obviously spent a lot of money this time.
Although there are five teams participating in the competition, this competition is actually only one round.
"In order to be as fair as possible," Ender replied: "On the topic of the final game, the Elpaxin draft method will be used."
Soul Fingerprint raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this term.
The so-called Elpaxin draft means that there is no ban mode. In the competition, each participating team will select an area in which they are best at. There are five teams in this competition, so five questions should be selected in the end.
"This competition system is good for us," Fang Yu couldn't help but reply after hearing this: "We can at least ensure that Cui Yu and Dill can get an area of expertise."
His so-called area of expertise is naturally to repeat his old skills and use the set of techniques he taught previously. Otherwise, just because of their own areas of expertise, they are by no means the opponents of the main contestants in the finals.
Only the elven heritage can fight.
"This is the competition method proposed by the old speaker." Ander mentioned.
Fang Plover understood.
"But there are five questions," Chickpea couldn't help but said, "There are only four of us?"
"This is a master-general competition system," Soul Fingerprint explained: "The master-general will complete two of the questions, and everyone else will complete one each."
She paused and continued: "However, the requirements for the general are very high, because among the two questions, only the lower score is taken as the effective score and is included in the team's total score. And because the general is generally responsible The more difficult problems in the team require a very comprehensive and broad-based ability from the leader."
Everyone couldn't help but look at Fang Plover subconsciously.
But Fang Yu didn't think too much. Instead, he thought about Luo Lin.
Count Silin-Spica dared to agree to such a competition system. It seemed that the opponent was also an all-round player, but he didn't know how versatile he was and whether he could compare with himself.
Seeing that he wasn't worried at all, Ander couldn't help but whisper: "Are you okay?"
Fang Yu replied without thinking: "It's okay."
"Well enough?"
Ender couldn't help but pull him aside and lowered his voice: "You'd better be mentally prepared. This matter is not that simple."
Fang Yu was stunned: "What's wrong?"
"I suspect that Pudra is playing a double act with that guy Xilin Spica. They bribed the people of the Rose Crusade. The Shadow Throne is a secret move specially arranged by the other party." Ander's snow-white eyebrows frowned slightly: "If the Shadow Throne belongs to the other party, you will have no advantage."
He let out a breath: "That's why I insist on arranging the match to the main match. Three versus two is better than two versus one."
Fang Yu glanced at his teacher in surprise, and then realized that the other party had arranged this early in the morning.
But the old man looked at him, shook his head and said, "Don't look at me, this is the arrangement of your little fox."
Fang Yu couldn't help but feel embarrassed after hearing this.
However, he also thought of the words of the previous official from the Super Competitive Alliance, which seemed to vaguely confirm this.
If this is really the case, I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle next.
He frowned slightly.
"Ed," Ander said with a long sigh at this time: "Count Xilin Spica is very optimistic about Luo Lin and has made great efforts to make him famous in this game. It's a pity that this was not ten years ago. If it had been ten years I will never let my students suffer this injustice before."
"Elfendor has changed after all. When my old friend was still alive, how could he sit back and watch the Southern Alliance abandon the promise of that day? Your Highness the Prince has declined. The promise we made when Sir Mawei left in the past, now people I have long forgotten everything.”
He lightly patted Fang Plover on the shoulder: "Just try your best. Even if we can't win, we still have a chance."
Fang Yu was startled after hearing this, and couldn't help but look back, only to see the old man's eyes silently staring into the distance: "Ed, don't let down the little girl of the Albert family, you are the only one who can help her now. Even I am stuck in this quagmire and cannot extricate myself.”
Hearing this, Fang Yu just lowered his head silently and looked at the palm of his hand.
Then he lightly clenched his fist.
He had no intention of giving up.
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