She came from a military family and immediately understood what was going on. She subconsciously wanted to get her communication crystal. But a hand came out from behind and held her hand. A tall swordsman lady looked at her with a smile.

, bright eyes:

"Miss Sophie, please don't make things difficult for us."

"Sister Baijia..."

Sophie replied nonchalantly, a little embarrassed.

The female swordsman looked at her, then at Akane beside her, showing a sly look and smiling slightly.

However, Fang Plover, who was completely unaware of this, was dealing with the staff, who looked at him with strange eyes, as if they wanted to identify the strange person from whom this ragnarok general came.

One of them was the high-level craftsman whom he had met before. When the latter passed by him, he smiled and nodded to him.

On the other side, Luo Lin's results were quickly reported.

91 points.

As soon as the results came out, there was a lot of discussion in the square.

Because based on the total points, the two teams were tied for a while. No one expected this result because according to the rules, there is no playoff in the Craftsman Competition.

If the results of both parties are consistent, the jury will need to discuss who will win the final victory.

Of course, this discussion is not determined by personal subjective likes and dislikes, but there are many related standards.

But even so, ties in craftsman competitions still rarely happen.

In the box, Count Silin-Spika was silent.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although the scores between the two teams are tied, it is not because Luo Lin and Fang Plover are on the same level. It is just because the other players of raganrok are too low-level and are holding back the latter.

But this instead demonstrated his strength. With one person, he dragged three teammates with mediocre skills all the way to the finals, forcing the default champion to a draw.

This was despite the fact that the Shadow Throne and the Council of Elfendor had come up with large magic tools and goblins without any warning in such an unpopular field.

If the other party wasn't a prodigy, this would be a slap in the face to everyone sitting here.

Who would have thought that in this game that the count had carefully prepared, the protagonist would be reduced to a background in the end?

In fact, the Earl already felt a little bitter in his heart at this moment.

But it's not like he doesn't know Fang Plover.

In fact, the daughter of the Albert family even brought her to visit him.

But he once thought that the other party was just a person who could only boast and have a false reputation. Sylvide said that he wanted this young man to complete the Seven Seas Traveler, and he almost couldn't help but sneer at that time.

Who does he think he is?

But he never expected that it would be himself who was really scorned.

He felt a little annoyed, but his thoughts became clearer and he realized that he might have been tricked.

The earl clenched his fist, looked at Ander who was walking in, and couldn't help but said to him calmly: "Master Ander, you have gone too far this time. It is not just me who is embarrassed now, but also Ai.

The Council of Elfendor."

Ender looked at him and shook his head: "George, craftsmen speak with their strength. Besides, this is not my intention, but Sylvide's arrangement. Have you forgotten your brother?"

When the earl heard the other party calling his nickname, he couldn't help but be stunned, and most of the anger in his heart was extinguished.

This old man was his father's best friend during his lifetime, and he had learned alchemy from him when he was young. However, since his father passed away and the other man left Vanric, the relationship between the two parties seems to have become much weaker.

He took a breath and sighed: "How could I forget..."

"I understand that you are not bad at heart, George," Ender replied: "I also understand that you had concerns, so I didn't force you to take action at the time, but don't forget that we all owe that little girl a favor."

The count nodded slightly.

"I see."

"As long as you understand," Ander added, "but I'm not here to discuss this matter with you today. I want to talk to you about your student, Luo Lin."

After hearing this, Count Xilin Spica raised his head and looked at him.

On the competition field, since Count Sirin Spica never gave his opinion, the judges also argued with each other endlessly and could never come up with a unanimous opinion.

In this game, which side will win?

And since no one was convinced, the judges had no choice but to give up the dispute and leave the result to the person with the highest status in the current parliament to decide.

Due to the absence of the current Speaker Sonam Gangmei, this power was finally handed over to the old Speaker.

The old speaker looked at the opinions of both parties and couldn't help but raise his white eyebrows.

There was some chaos in the square for a while, and everyone seemed to be waiting for the final result.

He thought carefully for a while, then stood up from his seat and walked off the stage. A smile appeared on the old man's face and he raised his hands, letting the applause in the square gradually subside.

He turned around again, smiled and nodded to Fang Plov and Luo Lin, and then turned around.

"First of all," the old speaker said to the square, "we would like to thank Mr. Luo Lin, Mr. Ed, and all the players for bringing us such a wonderful game."

His words elicited a sparse round of applause.

But the old man didn't mind and just looked at Luo Lin: "But I especially want to thank Mr. Luo Lin."

The square was quiet for a while, and people were waiting for his next words with some surprise.

For a moment, they even thought that the old man was going to choose Luo Lin to be the champion.

"What an old fool!"

Tianlan almost jumped.

But the old speaker seemed to have swept away his previous confusion at this moment, and replied softly: "The skills of the goblin craftsmen came from the end of the Numelin era. It was born out of the hands of a great alchemist, but the one who really carried it forward was

We mortal craftsmen.”

"But sometimes we can't help but wonder, what kind of brilliance this skill would have if the elves had it in their hands?"

He paused slightly:

"And today, we have the answer."

"History is such a coincidence that in the hands of Mr. Luo Lin, we can see the precious heritage from the previous era. What kind of brilliance will it shine when combined with our craftsmanship today?"

The old man walked slowly to Luo Lin and stared at the work.

“Immaculate.”

he praised.

"The elves' craftsmanship gives it impeccable quality. With such craftsmanship, it is already the limit that humans can achieve."

But the old speaker changed the subject: "But do you know where you lost, kid?"

Luo Lin was stunned.

But his expression immediately returned to normal, he coughed slightly, thought for a moment, and nodded silently.

The old man nodded slightly: "Good boy."

He turned around and looked at Fang Plover's work.

Fang Yu was extremely nervous.

He was afraid that the old man would ask him what the name of this work was.

Fortunately, the other party's ever-changing gaze was like looking at a rare treasure.

"The craftsmanship of the Guta people was inherited about two centuries ago."

"It is no exaggeration to say that although we have the Xilin-Spica family and legendary craftsmen like Luo Zhen, the Star and Moon School's attainments in fairy craftsmanship are far ahead of Kaolin-Ithulian.

."

The old speaker said calmly.

His self-revealing words caused a commotion in the square.

After hearing this, Vikki and his group in the distance couldn't help but feel proud and a little disappointed. They were proud that it was the alchemy they had inherited, but they were disappointed that their mastery was not as profound as that of an outsider like Luo Lin.

Fang Yu couldn't help but look at the old man with some admiration.

In the world of craftsmen, truth is always greater than everything else. Yes means yes, no means no, and there is no room for evasiveness. Frankly admitting one's own shortcomings can sometimes be a driving force for progress.

"Can I see her?" he asked Fang Pliance.

Fang Plover nodded.

The old man inspected the doll with some seriousness.

Seriously speaking, she is not without flaws, and she is not even as meticulous and flawless as Luo Lin's works.

It can even be seen that the techniques of the craftsmen who made her are still somewhat immature and immature, especially under his strict eyes, those subtle differences will be magnified a thousand times.

But she is different

It is no longer a difference in quality, but a transcendence in craftsmanship. Just like the flawless stone tools are not as good as the poorest steel.

Besides, it's far from clumsy.
To be continued...