The rumble of thunder was coming from the sky, and the rain became less intense before dawn.
The night became especially deep and dark, and the sounds around him seemed to have become silent. The number of searchlights in the sky was decreasing, and the Imperial fleet was returning to port.
Luo Yu stood outside the hall, looking up at this scene.
Jita sat on her knees on the steps, looking at this situation and feeling a little relieved. It seemed that the negotiations were going smoothly and everyone was safe, at least for the time being.
However, she frowned slightly, as if pulling the wound on her forehead, and couldn't help showing a look of pain. "Don't move." Mei said seriously as she gently wrapped a piece of gauze around her head.
"Thank you, Miss Mei." Jita blushed a little and replied sheepishly.
"Miss Kitta is also very brave."
Miss Knight replied as she activated the crystal of the magic furnace. A thin layer of soft light emitted from her gloves, casting a holy spell on the former that accelerated healing.
Box was holding his sword, tilting his head and looking at the soft lights on both sides of the street.
Outside the seemingly peaceful lower city is a blockade of Imperial forces, overlapping figures, and even tall construct knights. These huge machines are parked in the rain, shining with an icy sheen under the lights. .
Gwendes kept tempting the former to use himself to break out from the siege of the Imperial people. But Xiang Xiang believed that he could break out of the siege without using it. In the end, the focus of the discussion between one person and one sword was from whether to kill or not to break out of the siege, to self-proven whether he was of any use.
In the end, Demon Sword lost his temper and chose to remain silent and pretend he didn't exist.
Alyssa walked out from the front desk of the hall and was handing a communication crystal to Fang Plover, and looked at the former with curious eyes.
"...How did you convince them?"
Fang Yu shook his head, "I didn't convince Ms. Ming and Ms. Virus, but I am a member of the Kaolin-Ithulian delegation. People like them naturally have their own pride."
"But this is actually a kind of wooing, right," Alyssa replied. "The delegation includes people from the past alliance, people from the Rainbow Alliance, Godslayers, Silver Vislan, and members of the Elite generation. The elites, they all unanimously expressed their support for you, the leader owes you a lot of favors."
"It's not a small thing," Fang Yu recalled the dispute between Kaolin-Ithurian and the Grand Guild. "I will return the favor, but this does not mean that I agree with their past actions."
Alyssa nodded and turned her gaze to the communication crystal in his hand.
"Ms. Ming has reached an agreement with them," Fang Plover looked away from the crystal, raised his head, and said to the others, "Let's go, it's our turn next."
"What are you going to do?" Box asked.
"Leave us in those hands."
"Why?" Xiangxiang didn't understand, so their work was not in vain.
"Just do as you're told, why are you asking so many questions?" Fang Yu was a little speechless when asked. Isn't this an obvious thing? Otherwise, will we really have a big fight with the empire?
He was a little annoyed and said, "What were you doing when Miss Alisa contacted you just now?"
"Nothing done."
Box immediately replied decisively.
But he already understood how he should answer, and nodded to indicate that he would not pursue it further.
As expected, the Imperial Army separated their forces and surrounded them. But there was no uneasiness on the faces of the others. Box even dusted himself off when he stood up. The Imperial Army asked them to hand over their weapons, and everyone obeyed.
Only Box looked indifferent, holding his magic sword and staring at the imperial soldiers. "That is a magic sword," Fang Plover explained, "You have seen its power before."
At this time, someone also whispered something into the ear of the imperial army leader. When the other party looked at the sword in the box's hand, he couldn't help but show fear in his eyes. He waved his hand, indicating to others that they should ignore it.
To put it bluntly, handing over the weapons is just a formality. It is just a way for the Imperial people to save their last bit of face. The dragon knights confronting each other in the sky are the real basis for everyone to sit down and talk.
Mei was handing over her shield and ax to the Oshu people, and said seriously: "This is the inheritance of Tolannia. The white rose on it once belonged to the Lion King Oredo. The assets of Tanluo Holy Guard. You must take good care of them, otherwise the Knights of Ancient Training will definitely pursue this matter."
The imperial soldier was dumbfounded for a moment.
There are many rumors out there about the ancient knights, but the most famous one is about their stereotypes. The Tanluo Holy Guards are the most disciplined people in the world. During the War of Kings, they proved one thing to the world at the cost of a shocking 70% casualties -
You must practice what you preach, and you will definitely do what you say.
Buried with them were the two main legions of the empire.
That war took place between the Empire and Lotao, and everyone in the Empire knew the relevant rumors.
The imperial soldier didn't know whether to answer or not.
If it is true that the ax and halberd are the inheritance of Tolania as this lady said, then it is definitely a big deal. As of today, the Knights of Ancient Training only have a total of twelve legacies. After the Eternal Emblem was lost, these twelve legacies are the sacred relics in Lotao second only to the Hand of Imperial Philosophy.
They are occasionally awarded to the best knights and are recycled back into the order after the knight dies. The Holy Guards of Tanluo abide by their oath to protect these twelve holy objects, and since the day they were born, not one of them has been lost.
If something goes wrong with this thing in their hands, it will inevitably lead to another war.
But this time it's a war between the Empire and Lotao.
The captain was also speechless. "Take it," he glared at the latter, but after thinking for a moment he added, "Take good care of it."
The soldier nodded quickly.
Miss Nightingale watched this scene with a smile. When the soldier came to her and looked at the long dagger in her hand, he couldn't help but remind: "Miss, please hand over your weapon."
Miss Nightingale swung the dagger and disappeared without a trace, then asked, "What weapon?"
The soldier was speechless and looked at his captain. The latter shook his head and waved his hand to indicate to the next person, "What kind of people are these?" Fortunately, he had already heard about the rebelliousness of the Holy Chosen Ones and didn't take it seriously. It was just a formality anyway.
But next up is the Square Plover.
Fang Yu honestly took off his pride as a solitary king. But he didn't expect that the soldiers just pretended that he didn't exist and walked past him.
Are you kidding me? He is a high-level alchemist and a combat craftsman. Who would want to offend such a person?
Moreover, these people were very well-informed and had known about the conflicts that occurred at the Patrol Guards Headquarters, including the conflicts between the Director-General and the Mobius Alchemist, who had vividly described them. They knew clearly that the person in front of them was related to the Gujin family and had helped the Imperial Workshop.
Who wouldn't look for trouble with him?
The captain watched his men avoid Fang Plover and just pretended not to see him.
Fortunately, Miss Naturalist handed over her magic book honestly, finally saving some face for the Imperial people.
But ordinary people don’t dare to treat the magic book casually. That thing was inherited from the era of the Numerin elves and is inseparable from the Tower of Silver. Ordinary people can't even open a book. If you don't pay attention, half of the street may be blown up.
As a result, the soldiers carefully moved the magic book into a special container, and seven or eight people were closely guarding it. It didn't look like they were confiscating weapons, but more like they were acting as guards for Miss Naturalist.
The pilots of the Constructed Knights in the distance were a little dumbfounded when they saw this scene, and couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.
He said it was to save face, but it looked like the other way around?
Fang Plover and his party handed over their weapons, and then set off to move forward under the escort of a group of imperial troops. In the gear and magic book, Pushe also happened to escort Laila out and came to join them. The old businessman looked at the group of people and couldn't help but say:
"Mr. Ed...you..."
He had already prepared to risk everything, but he didn't expect that things would take a turn and turn into this.
"Don't worry," Fang Yu said to the two of them, "We are responsible for this matter, and we will take full responsibility for it."
"Mr. Ed, I don't blame you," Pushe said with some worry, "But the people of the empire are not so easy to talk to, especially when the interests of the nobles are involved behind them. They did this to Lin more than ten years ago. From the En family..."
"You can tell what is right and what is wrong, Mr. Pushe," Fang Pliong shook his head, "I will teach those people a lesson."
Pushe opened his mouth, but the other party had already made up his mind, so he couldn't say more, so he just sighed and nodded. He has been to many places, seen many things, and clearly understands what some people are like, but the other person is the Holy Chosen One.
Maybe there is another turning point.
At least he didn't understand the dragon knight thing.
Fang Plover looked at Laila again. The girl looked a little scared when she saw so many Imperial soldiers. She couldn't help tightening her clothes. She still held the compass tightly in her arms and stood timidly among the crowd. One can't help but feel sympathy.
"Everyone, I..."
The girl was confused. After her peaceful and peaceful life was completely broken, she no longer knew what to do in the future.
Fang Plover took out something from his arms. "This is your thing, Miss Laila. I'm sorry for getting you involved. This matter should have nothing to do with you."
Laila saw the thing clearly and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
Those were her glasses, which had been repaired as well as ever. She took them over with surprise and surprise, holding them in her hands with some reluctance, and a layer of mist suddenly appeared in her eyes. She had gone back to her room before, but it was already a mess——
After her little expectations were shattered into pieces, she didn't know what to do. But the glasses she held in her hands were like a precious hope, rekindling her yearning for life in her heart.
She hurriedly put on her glasses.
Laila's eyes were a little red.
There seemed to be something blocked in her throat. She couldn't help but sniff lightly and looked at these people again - each of them. Ed, Alyssa, Box, Kita, Mei, people who were strangers to her, but who were willing to put themselves in danger to lend a helping hand to her.
There are also those neighbors who look in this direction from far and near, the gears and the magic books, people she sees often but has never interacted with them too much. Everyone’s concerns do not contain too many impurities.
But standing with these people, she felt an unprecedented sense of security. That kind of peace of mind inspired a small amount of courage in her heart, allowing the girl to move forward with Fang Plover and the others to face all this calmly.
Alyssa turned back and glanced at her leader.
Fang Plover nodded gently to Miss Nightingale.
The group of people walked forward. The Imperial soldiers who followed were more of a defender than an escort.
The crowd separated to the left and right, watching this scene quietly.
Outside the Imperial Army's blockade, reporters from major newspapers in the Empire, who had already heard the news, were swarming up. When the patrol guards were mobilized, these people with a keen sense of smell had already smelled the smell of a big event, and then when the dragon knights confronted each other over Ayinbrok, this premonition became a reality——
At this moment, reality has become breaking news.
Reporters from several newspapers such as "Empire Daily", "Aiinbrok Steel Industry News", "Steam House News" and "Magic Weekly" raised the photo crystals in their hands, and even saw "The Alchemist" among them. Weekly reporter.
They obviously came for Fang Pulong, the focal figure in the mainland league.
Then the picture became frozen——
It becomes a black and white layout on the roller.
Newspapers were transported down the production line one by one, passed around, and finally reached the hands of major departments and institutions in the empire and were placed on the head of every desk. From the patrol guards, to the headquarters of the Mobius Craftsmen Association, and even in the Ayinbrock City Hall.
When people picked up the newspaper, they saw that all-too-familiar face on the front page——
However, they had only seen a familiar figure on the front page of "Alchemist Weekly" a few months ago.
…
Inside the Stargate Port.
Wandering Ma'er has been paying attention to the rumors related to the Mainland League, but because the second round of the game was not broadcast, he could only do his best to collect some bits and pieces of news from the first division.
However, he did understand the schedule. The Cowlin-Ithurian craftsmen would always perform well, which made him feel more at ease these days. I didn’t expect that Lavender’s round had just ended. I thought I could relax for a few days, but I didn’t expect that as soon as I went online, I was bombarded with messages from my fans and friends:
'Look at the community. '
'Look at the community news——'
The message icons of countless in-site messages were flashing, making the wandering horse slightly startled.
"what happened again?"
He thought to himself, isn't the second round over? Aiyin Block's third round will not start for several days, so there should be no news about the game? The wandering horse was slightly confused, and while yawning, he took a sip of coffee to refresh himself.
And with this mentality, the community was opened.
And then the next moment.
He spit out the coffee in his mouth with a 'puff' sound.
From top to bottom in the community, this is the headline of every newspaper in the empire at that time——
Big news!
The legendary alchemist from Korin-Ithurion is at war again.
The Dragon Alchemist clashes with the Imperial Army.
The mainland league is suspended!
The dragon knight appears in Ayinbrok.
The situation is tense, Fenris's bane is showing its power again!
In this day and age, news always spreads faster than imagined.
When the major newspapers in the empire had just printed this news on their front pages, the relevant news had already spread in the Stargate community.
However, in comparison, the community in the First Division is still discussing the impact of the unexpected incident in Ayinbrok on the Continental League itself and the relationship between the Empire and Kaolin-Ishulian. hour.
The community forum of the third division has long gone in the other direction.
'The Dragon Alchemist and the Imperials faced off——'
People obviously like to eat melons.
Especially when this happened in the first division, during the time of Empire. Whether they are supporters of Fang Yu, former opponents, or even fans of the BBK Alliance who originally had a grudge against him, they all formed a united front at this moment:
OK, support!
It’s a slap in the face of the first division!
So it seemed that all of a sudden, everyone was discussing this major event that happened in the empire.
After all, whether it was the interruption of the Continental League, the appearance of the Dragon Knight, or the battle between the Seven Seas Brigade and the Patrol Guards and the Imperial Army, every event would be an extraordinary event on a normal day.
What's more, they are still concentrated together.
It can be said that it detonated public opinion.
…
Patrolling Guard Headquarters.
The director of the General Administration was trembling a little, putting down the newspaper in his hand, and slumped down in his seat with a dejected look. It was all over now. No matter what the outcome of this matter is, it is impossible that such a confrontation between dragon knights will not spread to the royal court.
How the final investigation will turn out is still a matter of uncertainty for the Duke, but for him, the outcome is already certain. He heard the sound of the door opening and looked up with a pale face as the young man walked into his office.
"I didn't let anyone in."
"That doesn't work for me," the young man replied. "Only the Duke can help you now."
The director bulged his eyes and stared at the other party like a dead fish.
Headquarters of the Mobius Craftsmen Guild.
The alchemists suddenly stood up from their positions and looked at the person who walked in from the door.
It was a middle-aged man with outstanding grace. He was wearing a black alchemist coat, holding a top hat in his arm, and wearing a monocle. There was no sign of class on his body, but it did not hinder other people. There was a hint of awe in the way people looked at him with respect.
"President, why are you back?"
"Something's wrong with Istania," the middle-aged man replied, "Where's Master Amasht?"
"President, Master Amasite is studying the magic furnace in the Imperial Workshop. Do you want to see him?"
"I'll go see him later," the middle-aged man nodded, "but before that, I have to do one thing first."
"What's up?"
"Write to me and ask what Duke Hawke is doing," the middle-aged man replied quietly, "Are their magicians stretching their hands too far? I will publish it through public channels. "Empire Daily" also said, "Let the patrol guards release the people, who allowed them to take away my students?"
"Your student?"
There was silence in the hall for a moment, and everyone was dumbfounded.
…
(End of chapter)
