"Ayo, here."

Yayo passed through the crowd and met with his companions. "You're late." The companions complained.

Yayo smiled, "The competition hasn't started yet, it's because you arrived too early."

"But the players have already entered the field. Look, it is the delegation of Korlin-Ishurien who is entering the field. I see Mr. Ed, who is at the end of the team!"

Yayo turned around and glanced over the craftsman headquarters that was strange today - but the bustling crowds gathered outside the hall, and the whispering and whispering sounds were a little deafening.

There, the sacred and solemn hall was divided into two, with sixteen marble pillars surrounding it, and a beam of sunlight hangs down from the courtyard in the center. The border between light and darkness just outlines the clear boundary between the arena and the audience.

There are many glowing dust floating in the light, like plankton in the air, surrounding the central platform. An old machine is placed on the platform. The surface of the metal is covered with rust spots, and the nameplate is engraved with the erosion of time.

The large tower magic furnace, no stranger to alchemists, was created about seven or eight centuries ago, starting with Cintaan, and then became popular throughout the world for a long time.

That is one of the compulsory lessons in the history of alchemy.

But many years have passed, and new technologies in the past cannot escape the day they were replaced. Now most alchemists no longer learn everything, only know that the towering tandem structure is the origin of its name.

Several furnace centers connected by circulation pipes form complex structures. The entangled copper tubes leave deep shadows under the natural light hanging from the patio. They stand like a towering spire.

Fang Yu was also watching this scene.

This is today's topic. If he had any other topics in the Empire could not reveal its secrets, but were closely related to that plan - nothing more than the tower magic furnace.

He followed everyone. Originally, Princess Brian wanted him to walk in the front to represent the delegation of Colin-Ishurien, but Ming refused. Now he was too popular, so it would be better to keep a low profile for the purpose of protection.

The princess did not object after thinking for a moment. She actually made suggestions on behalf of the Royal Family of Kaurin, but the human royal family really had nothing to do with her, and even if it was Evan Quinn's Elf Court, she would keep it for a while.

Not to mention that Fang Yum is still half her friend.

The reason for half is that she believes that human life span is limited.

"The elves don't make friends with humans," said Princess Brian, "to avoid causing sadness in the end."

"Sir Roban, he..."

Princess Brian pulled out the short gun, so Fang Yu closed his mouth obediently, leaving only the shipkeeper bent over and laughed.

"The princess has no malice." Silvede said with a smile, "She is just a maverick, always like this."

"I know."

"Then I'm going to stop here, Captain," Silvede looked at the light and dark border line between light and dark, "There is the field inside, and only you can enter. But please rest assured, I'll watch it here."

"Silweid, you'd better go back to Qihai Traveler first." Fang Yu shook his head, "You can watch the live broadcast of this game there."

Although he did not think President Friston would be a arrogant man, once he showed up to the Empire, he could not guarantee what would happen next.

The imperialists have been preparing for this plan for a long time, and the will of the emperor dominated everything behind it. How could the Oshu people easily change their course for him alone? It is not the only difference in technical routes behind it - but for many people, huge interests dominate and push everything forward behind it.

Once those wills form a collection, they have their own life and propositions.

Friston in the tower had already told him everything.

But after listening to him quietly, Silvede only smiled gently and placed his hand on the back of his hand. Although the two young lovers were separated by the cold shell of the arrogant king, they seemed to still feel each other's heartbeat.

The noble daughter gave him a glance without saying a word, and said with a smile: "I'm waiting for you here,"

"Silweid..."

"Whose daughter am I? Have you forgotten? I was born with rebellious factors. Don't treat me as ordinary women. They think I am a gentle lady, but in fact I am the daughter of a great explorer," she repeated, "I'm waiting for you here, my captain."

Fang Zhu nodded slightly.

He then turned around, walked forward, and followed the others. When passing by the underworld, the queen of the fabric cast a strange look at him, "Warring again? Your situation is a bit strange today, little guy, intuition tell me if you have come up with something unexpected today."

Her words were a little relaxed.

That was natural. In the final analysis, she came to lead the team just to complete the club's commission.

But I didn't expect that there would be a real surprise in this long schedule. Compared to all the game in the Turbid Region, this game itself even seems insignificant.

Besides, the outside world has already agreed to the first and second candidates, and in her opinion, the same is true - the competition in the Hall of Saint Kings is not so much a competition, but a award ceremony full of glory.

Those who can enter the top ten are the winners of the competition and will receive such an honor, but everyone entering this hall will remember their names for the world. Most of them will not become a rising new legend like Loofah in the future, but will leave a mark in the history of Aitalia.

Not to mention the clubs, even the empire, the Kingdom of Kaurin-Ishurien, the hottest regions and associations will flock to the ownership of these talents.

But Fang Yu looked at Ming's concerned gaze and felt a little ashamed, "Sister Ming, what would you do if I really caused something?"

"What should I do? Of course I will beat you up," Ming said angrily, "What, are you really planning to cause me some trouble?"

"I don't agree with some of President Friston's views," Fang replied. "I have dealt with filmmakers in the North. The technology of the empire may have been obtained from them. Although the technology itself has no distinction between nature, some taboo technologies will lead to the future of disaster."

"You have technical differences with that president?" Ming looked at him in surprise. "You really will surprise me. Do you know who set the last question of the game?"

Fang Yu nodded. Of course he knew, so he was worried. If Ming ignored them, he could do whatever he wanted for the purpose of rebellion. However, Ming was equally concerned about every player in the group, and he believed that he needed to explain everything before his actions.

This is responsible for everyone.

"Since you understand, you still have to do that," Ming's voice softened a little, and she nodded gently, "I understand, little guy, if it's just a technical difference, you can let go."

"After all, winning the game is not about being humble. It is normal for an alchemist to have his own persistence," the queen of the construction shook her head. "Actually, I don't really understand technical matters. You have gone further than me on the road of craftsmen. Virus may only understand what you are saying here, but it doesn't matter. There are many technical experts on the team, and even if I can't see it, they can see it-"

"If it's your problem, I will naturally settle the score with you." She glanced at Fang Rong, "But if it's an empire problem, I don't care about other people, but I will never let my contestants point fingers. If the empire is wrong, the delegation of Kaorin-Ishurien and the guild alliance behind me stand behind you."

She looked at Fang Yu carefully and said word by word: "I know that besides the silver Weislan, you have some conflicts with the major guilds, but that is inside the third division. When it is unanimous to the outside world, even the Guta people will stand with us. This is the common glory of the division, do you understand?"

Fang Yuxin felt something and nodded.

But he didn't say something that he might have caused was not as relaxed as Ms. Ming thought.

But he didn't need to say anything extra. He knew very well the character of this conscientious queen. He didn't have any conscience in what he did. Even if Ming didn't support him, he still fulfilled his obligation to notify him.

What remains is to step forward into the sacred temple - a thousand two hundred years ago, the original alchemist was born here. Four centuries later, the discussions on the boulevards shaped the past and present life of a legendary school.

From then on, the halls stood tall, and the pride of the Oshu people in magic technology has continued to this day. They developed magic techniques, implemented innovations, and promoted tower magic furnaces to every corner of the Cloud Sea Continent. After that, they have been the most cutting-edge country in Aitalia's technology for seven hundred years.

Until today.

He stepped into the line of light and darkness—when walking ahead was Weiyu, and there was Shu Wuming in a farther place, while other contestants from Kaolin-Ishurien also found their place one by one—Fang Yu passed through each alchemy platform and continued to move forward.

Through bright light.

Walk forward through the floating, shining dust.

Then he saw Rofen, and the young man looked at him from a distance and lowered his head, as if he was focusing on the things in front of him. Next to the other party's workbench was his own workbench.

He stood in front of the workbench, and at that moment the hall was silent - of course it was not dependent on the consciousness of every audience, but the power of magic, and the sixty-foot-seater silence field made all sounds unable to escape.

A person walked out of the old tower magic furnace, and all the eyes and projection recording equipment on the field were concentrated on that person.

That is the current president of the Aoshu Empire Craftsmen Association.

Friston.

"The competition has begun," the wandering horse said in a low voice for some reason, and everyone in the live broadcast room who heard this actually felt it.

This mainland league that has been going on for many years - from El Pashin's shocking reversal, from the Southern Exhibition Tournament to today, and from that time onwards, those who have been following this craftsman event have been inadvertently two years.

These two years have not been long, but it is enough to leave many precious memories during this period. People recall the clips from one game after another, including exciting, tense, strong, and exciting.

Before we knew it, most people had already integrated into it, and even forgot the purpose of the competition itself, and only regarded it as a part of their own life, habitually opening the live broadcast at the corresponding time and location-

Then wait for the team you support to appear.

At that moment, the contestants became the reflection of many people's dreams and life. The halo world they could not set foot in, and some people would replace them to fulfill their childhood hero dreams.

Let people get comfort in the ordinary world, enter dreams peacefully, and step into that beautiful dream, that is the greatest meaning of super competitive existence.

The live broadcast room was a little quiet for a moment, because it was the end point of many games over the past many days.

That end is important, but for many people, it is just a quiet waiting for that moment to come - people are both uneasy and expectant.

Square leopard looked at Friston in the middle of the hall.

The president's eyes also fell on him and smiled without a trace.

His eyes moved to one side, and the contestants spoke without saying a word, the Kaurin-Ishurien seemed a little nervous, almost the first time the Gutas who had appeared on such a stage were even more so, the Rotas were quiet and silent, and only looked at their opponent, the Empire.

The Giant Tree Hill People have withdrawn from the competition and cannot see them here.

The imperial people were also silent. He saw Juno frowning, Georgifen, with his hands on his back, and most of the others were worried. The plug-in craftsman named Heglim looked straight at the alchemy platform in front of him.

He also saw Cui Xisi, and I wondered if it was his illusion. The girl looked at her from time to time with her eyes flashing, wanting to speak, but the two were too far apart, and she couldn't speak in the end.

She actually wants to ask:

"Did you see your naturalist lady?"

Of course, Fang Zhu didn't see it.

Luo Yu told him about his and Jita's action plan, but Jita has never contacted them since she left, which is normal. She also said that she would contact them only after something went wrong.

No contact is a good thing.

He was not worried about unexpected situations. The resurrection tie-up spot on the Qihai Traveler recorded all the information, and the mutants stayed on the ship to monitor all this. There were sailors and maids on the Qihai Traveler, which were enough to deal with all the accidents.

Friston was lowering his eyes and looking at the speech placed on the stage.

The president chuckled softly, reached out and turned it over, covered it with the back, then raised his head and looked at each gaze that was staring at him. He saw many in those gazes, just like the requests in the long years.

At this moment, it finally came to the moment of harvest.
To be continued...