After the first game, there is a short break.

The group of craftsmen from Elpaxin finally squeezed out from the crowd. When the leader of the dwarves saw Fang Plover, he was extremely excited. He stepped forward and took Fang Plover's hand and said loudly: "Ed

Sir, do you remember me? My name is Hal, Hal Sparks, and we met in El Pachin."

This startled Fang Plover, and he looked at the other party in horror, but the dwarf was so strong that he didn't even get away. After being startled, Fang Plover vaguely remembered that he was in Elpa at that time.

Xin did indeed meet each other once.

The other party was one of the group of dwarves at that time.

However, his first reaction was to look around anxiously. Although he was prepared for the fact that he would be recognized, he would still inevitably be nervous when things happened: Do he really have enough capital to attract the attention of the military?

Will Fang really accept his conditions? What if they still plan to capture him back to Earth?

Although Miss Scarpet, his cousin, Sophie and his own reason had already told him another answer, he could not help but have random thoughts in his heart.

But he looked around and saw no one from the military. He couldn't help but wonder: Did he think too much? The military actually didn't pay him that much attention at all?

Fortunately, the dwarf did not notice this, and said cheerfully: "Thank you for your help, Elpaxin. Although Arquette didn't say it, he always felt sorry for you in his heart."

Fang Yu touched his nose and replied nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter." He had already taken the old dwarf's blueprint for fighting fairies in advance. Of course, the so-called "taking advantage of someone with short hands" can only be written off.

"You are so reasonable," Hal praised highly. He turned away and looked into the distance again, and then turned back and said: "The game is about to start, so I won't interrupt you for now. Let's talk about it after the game is over."

talk."

Fang Plover nodded like he was pecking at rice, begging the dwarf to let him go first.

But the dwarf didn't mean to let go. Instead, he asked: "The next competition is to make goblin dolls. Those southerners are well versed in this. But Mr. Ed doesn't have to be mentally burdened. We Elpaxin craftsmen will always be in the kingdom."

We still have some say internally.”

What right to speak???

Fang Yu was confused. He had never thought about going to Oshu to participate in the Lao Shizi competition, so he quickly said perfunctorily: "This, don't worry."

"You really don't need to worry?" Hal was surprised: "But the Kapka School seems to have no knowledge related to fairies."

"This...I taught myself a little bit."

Self-study?

Now it was the dwarf's turn to be confused. This goblin had made his own creation and passed it down from generation to generation. The skills of the Rose Workshop were also one of the secret skills of the Silin-Spica family in Corin-Ithurion. The one named Luo Lin

What the players are learning is actually the inheritance from the ancient pagoda. How can they learn by themselves?

If this can all be taught by oneself, then what kind of craftsmen’s association and small and large workshops are needed?

But before Hal had time to figure it out, the short rest time was over.

The staff rang the bronze bell to notify the players to enter. Only then did Fang Plover feel relieved and ran away.

During the entrance, the live broadcast of the game, Fang Chao Sports Community, also organized a short interview. Originally, an inconspicuous player like Fang Pultru could not get much shot, but after the first round of the game, he seemed to have become the center of the topic.

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So when the reporter held up the projection crystal and asked him about his views on the second game, Fang Pulver suddenly started to sweat profusely and couldn't speak clearly: "This, this, I know a little bit about it...

"

His image was projected into the sky above the square, leaving everyone speechless.

Is this the leader of ragnarok who got full marks before?

No matter how you look at it, this looks like a half-grown child.

However, humans are such strange creatures, and such a stammering answer made people think that it was an unpretentious, simple and real performance, which won Fang Pulwart a lot of goodwill.

In short, a large number of fans suddenly appeared on the community, and they all posted messages saying that this player was so cute, almost like the brother next door. There were also many female fans who wanted to meet and have personal information.

Tang Xin, who was browsing the post, had a heavy look on her face, while Ai Xiaoxiao was trembling beside her.

Of course Fang Plover didn't know that much.

Just like he didn't know Luo Lin's answer on the other side, in fact, the reporters didn't interview the latter at all, only Count Xilin Spica. The Count didn't mind cheering for his students, and only replied:

"Luo Lin only scratches the surface of the Dragon Striker. He has only seen it once in Idos. The reason why I am optimistic about him is because of his talent as an elf craftsman. Compared with the former, it is not worth mentioning."

The count's tone was calm, as if he didn't seem to mind the previous game.

These words caused an uproar in the live broadcast room. I only scratched the surface of the Dragon Strike Lance. I only saw it once in Idus and I could get a score of 94.5. So how high is the so-called talent of the Fairy Craftsman?

For ordinary people, no one would believe these words.

But the Rose Workshop is the oldest fairy workshop in Kaolin-Ithurian, and as the contemporary head of the Xilin-Spica family, Count Xilin-Spica is undoubtedly the authority among the authorities of fairy craftsmen in the kingdom.

Even he said that Luo Lin was very talented in fairies, so how could he take it easy?

For a moment, everyone in the Seven Seas Brigade outside the venue couldn't help but hold their breath.

"What are you worried about?" Tian Lan looked at everyone and said a little strangely: "I have invested all my money on Brother Ed, and I am not worried."

Jita glanced at her worriedly: "But the captain didn't learn the elf inheritance related to the elf messenger in the Hall of Thousand Doors."

"ah?"

Tian Lan screamed: "Tata, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Fang Lu walked to his seat and stood still. He raised his head and looked outside the stadium. Wherever he could see, he saw a sea of ​​people. The dark crowd extended to the periphery of the square.

Countless pairs of eyes, thousands of glances, were converging on this small arena, where he was standing. He originally thought he would be a little nervous, but for some reason, he felt peaceful and peaceful in his heart at this moment.

Fang Yu knew that his opponent was definitely not taking it easy.

Together with the Shadow Throne, they came up with two extraordinary questions. Of course, they didn't shoot themselves in the foot. He must be very confident and very good at this. Fang Yu even knew that the other party mastered another kind of alchemy.

Skill, that must be his key to success.

The opponent didn't show it in the last round, but it may not hide it again this round, and as long as the opponent scores more than 91 points, ragnarok will lose.

Fang Plover has never been the kind of person who values ​​winning and losing above all else.

As long as he doesn't have to pay for it if he loses.

But at this moment, when he put his hand on the prepared fairy gem, the cold touch came back along his fingertips. Somehow, he couldn't help but think of Ander's words in his heart.

"Ed, don't let down the little girl of the Albert family."

"She is not as strong as you think, and there are not many people she can trust now."

Fang Yu couldn't help but flash the tender eyes of Miss Ship Officer in his heart.

Trust is always mutual.

So this time.

He wants to win.

He only raised his hand slightly.

In fact, there was no special movement. Even before Fang Plover's fingers touched the crystal, the bright gem stood up automatically, as if there was an invisible force that made it float in mid-air.

And no one will see that not far from Fang Plover, there is a little fairy lady sitting upright with her hands on her knees.

That is the guardian of the Silver Tower.

A pair of light green eyes, full of light of reason.

"Miss Tata," Fang Plover looked at his dragon soul quietly and replied softly, "I'm asking you again this time."

Tata just nodded.

But she suddenly raised her head, looked at her knight with focused eyes, and said softly: "Mr. Knight, let me tell you a story first."

Fang Plover was slightly startled.

"Ed, have you heard of the history of the Goblins?"

Her voice was very soft.

It tells a story that the world has never heard.

The origin of the Fairy Messenger comes from the last work left by the great alchemist who is still praised by the world.

That was the only unfinished design among the many great works in his life, and this design became the origin of everything that followed.

What he left behind was a doll, a fairy gem, a will, and an idea. It was a type of doll that people had never seen before, and it was different from almost any flexible structure today.

It is incomplete, so that the craftsman who controls it becomes an outlier among combat craftsmen.

Fairy messenger.

A type of combat craftsman who cannot fight.

Since then, countless craftsmen have followed this unfinished road.

Because in that vision, there was this sentence left: "For the successors, I believe that the supreme realm of craftsmen has finally found a direction..."

"...We have seen a ray of light in the darkness, which is the light of the Silver Tower. When we leave, I must give this most precious legacy to those who really need it..."

The incomplete will leaves the world with a puzzle that can never find its direction.

But people firmly believe that this is the answer left to the world by the great alchemist, the Artisan Dragon Knight, the only missing piece of the Artisan Puzzle.

"...Elfling, is this really the path to the Artisan Dragon Knight?"

The fairy lady has bright eyes.
To be continued...