"Hello, Mr. Ed!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ed!"

"Mr. Johnny, Miss Taos, hello."

When Fang Piao walked into the silver Emu Hall, almost every staff member took the initiative to say hello to him. He was a little flattered earlier and made a lot of jokes, but now he can deal with it calmly.

Everyone nodded in response.

The vaulted hall is located on the first floor of the Elfendor Spire. After passing a long crescent-shaped front desk, you can enter the elevators leading to the first to thirtieth floors. There are fourteen elevators in total, each with

One can accommodate twenty-two people going up and down at the same time. Fang Plover stepped on the semicircular platform and looked down. He saw a layer of hollow metal mesh under his feet. Along with the huge roar of the hinges, the elevator began to shake.

Akira climbs upwards.

The experience of using this thing is very poor. The difference between it and the elevators on the earth cannot be measured. The deafening sound of metal collision is like being in a steel workshop, so that on the communicator that Fang Piao opened, the portrait of Hongye had to be

She almost screamed and said to him:

"Where are you? I'm going deaf."

Fang Plover nodded empathetically and pointed to his ear, expressing the same sentiment.

"I'm on the lift."

Hongye then returned to the topic and said loudly: "Sister Hongxiu asked me to bring you materials for the second half of this year. The batch of goods you provided before has been well received in the guild. Everyone is asking where Sister Hongxiu found it.

A master craftsman came to supply the goods. But they also asked why this master craftsman kept making some 'toys'."

"By the way, Sister Hongxiu is Yugudola. Her community ID, which you should have met once, is Hongxiu Tianxiang, so we all call her that."

Fang Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly. Anyone who has worked so hard to make something would be unhappy to be described as a 'toy'. But judging from the average level of the main members of Tapolis, the things he made before were really just

It can be regarded as a 'toy'.

But it is a very high quality ‘toy’.

"In the second half of this year, I will be able to make higher-level magic devices, but our previous contract will have to be re-signed." Fang Yu is now familiar with this aspect of things, and said directly: "I will let Ai Ti

Take Miss to talk to you."

"Can that quality still be maintained?"

"It should be possible."

"It's too noisy over there, we'll see you later."

Fang Yu nodded silently.

He put away the communicator, and amidst the roar of the platform's "clang, clang, clang", he looked down at the patio under the metal mesh under his feet as it descended step by step. Not long after, the platform reached its destination on the 24th floor, the Moonlight Hall.

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Miss Elf and Little Miss Naturalist are waiting for him there.

Etila was dressed up in a rare dress, with her hair tied up, revealing the elf's pointed ears and slender neck. She wore a long silver gauze-like sacrificial robe underneath, with thin wing-like gauze covering the silver robe, making it look...

Quite dignified and beautiful.

The robe is painted with giant emerald trees and the sun, moon and stars, which is the creation myth of the Forest Temple. The giant tree is the beloved object of the goddess Amaya in this world. The robe hangs to the bottom and is surrounded by clouds.

Three worlds.

The first level is Aitaria.

The elf lady came over with a sacrificial staff in hand. Fang Plover looked at her with some joy and couldn't help but sincerely praise her: "Miss Aitila, you are so beautiful today."

"Because today's banquet is specially held for brother Ed," Jita explained in a low voice, her face a little red, like a cute apple: "Sister Edila has been preparing for a long time, and she usually doesn't

I won’t attend such occasions.”

Fang Yu nodded, Miss Elf did not attend the last dinner party.

"Jita is beautiful too."

Two red clouds flew up to Jita's cheeks, "Thank you, thank you." She stammered quickly, lowered her head, pulled her linen robe with one hand, and pretended to adjust her huge glasses.

Attila looked at him carefully, looked up and down, and made sure that there was no flaw on him before asking: "I heard that Mr. Dickert left you a letter?"

Only then did Fang Yu remember this and nodded: "Mr. Dickert said in the letter that he had gone to Idos first and was waiting for us to meet up there."

"Ed, when do you plan to leave Vanrick?"

"Just recently, I plan to announce this matter at the banquet."

After he recovered, the Elfendor Council sincerely invited him to stay and learn and communicate with the local alchemists, in order to express their gratitude on behalf of Vanric.

However, it was not so much learning and communication, but more about meeting with the masters of the Council. After all, after the incident of Nicol Bolas, those who had participated in that battle naturally knew the potential of this young man.

For this rising future star in the world of Kaolin-Ithurian alchemy, people also have the idea of ​​​​helping him from behind. Many people, including Falaise, were originally going to leave after the game.

All the great craftsmen stayed here, wanting to see what Fang Plover could achieve?

So during the period when the sticklebacks invaded the Changhu area, the gathering of alchemists became a good talk in Kaolin-Ithurion. Many master craftsmen even came from other places to participate in this gathering.

grand event.

After all, the top figures of each school may not have the opportunity to meet several times in a few years.

Fang Yu has seen more and more masters.

His knowledge and knowledge of alchemy increased almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If the source of cognitive experience and knowledge were not really out of proportion, he might be able to reach another level here, but even this speed is enough to be incredible. Among alchemists, the discussion about him has become more and more intense.

coming more and more

But there is a limit to working behind closed doors, and Fang Yu gradually felt his own bottleneck, gaining less and less cognitive experience, and was about to run out before his eyes.

And Dickert's letter also gave him the idea to leave.

However, if you give him a peach and give him a plum in return, Fang Pultru also has a plan in mind.

"Speaking of which, the president of Ragnarok sent me a letter of thanks." He said this matter a little complacently.

"Isn't that Mr. Odin?" Jita asked softly.

"The president of Ranagrok seems more formal. He is the king of warriors. He wrote a letter saying thank you for everything I have done for Ragnarok." Fang Plover was a little proud, so he almost didn't show off the letter.

Even though it was an electronic letterhead, he couldn't take it out.

However, he knew the reason why Odin thanked him. Vanrik's game was only secondary. The more important thing was that he told Odin about the officials of the Super Sports League stationed in Rangarok in advance, so that the other party could react and not suffer too much because of what happened afterwards.

implicated.

Of course losses are unavoidable, but at least greater harm is avoided. In addition to his teachings to Dill and Cui Yu, after the game, he also specially trained several people for a period of time, including Yis's group.

, and taught these people the basic knowledge of Numelin elven alchemy.

It's a pity that the advanced content is too advanced. He tried to let everyone try it, but in the end it was useless. The alchemy formation he could easily draw was actually similar to the heavenly book in everyone's eyes, so they could only regret it with him.

Say goodbye.

However, after this incident, Cui Yu, Dill, and Yis's group all respectfully addressed him as teacher, which made him uncomfortable for a while. Even Soul Fingerprint wrote to him in private to thank him.

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But as for whether he would spread the technology of the Numelin elves, he didn't think too much.

After all, he had never thought about hiding anything. After asking Anlose, the master of Nervad only let him decide for himself:

"The inheritance of the Silver Tower needs a suitable heir, but as for how you use this knowledge, it depends on you."

These are his exact words.

But it can be seen that the other party appreciates his decision. The spark of inspiration is born in the exchange. The self-preserving structure of the broom will never be able to create the alchemy of Aitaria today. As an alchemist, An Luo

Se is naturally aware of this.

Jita couldn't help but hold her forehead. She always felt that her brother Ed was a little too embarrassed.

"Didn't Mr. Odin say anything else?"

"No."

This is what Fang Plover is most satisfied with. It's not like Odin has never asked him if he wants to join rangarok, but after getting a negative answer from him, he never asked him a second time. This doesn't mean anything.

The sloppy style is obviously in sharp contrast to a certain woman.

That's right, he was talking about a certain woman from Elite, Virus. Ever since the Van Rieke Competition, he has sent an email every three days asking if he wants to cooperate with Elite. No matter how many times he refuses, the next letter will be

The tone is still exactly the same.

It almost made him suspect that the other party simply copied and pasted it.

This is too much.

He was a little itchy, so he only said to the two of them: "Miss Attila, Jita, let's go in first and then talk."

Attila nodded.

But before the three of them walked into the hall, a half-elf walked up from the side, stretched out his hand to stop them, smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Ed, could you please take a step to speak."

Fang Yu was startled, wondering why these words sounded so familiar, which made him look at the latter with caution:
To be continued...