"Please come in."

Fang Plover pushed the door open and saw an old man sitting behind the desk opposite with his silver hair carefully combed. He was wearing a straight alchemist's coat and several medals of honor hanging on his chest. He looked at him with a serious expression.

It gives people the feeling of a retired old general.

The other party took the first step and asked: "Who are you?"

Fang Plover answered straight to the point: "Mr. Faisal, my name is Ed."

The serious look on the old gentleman's face suddenly disappeared. He looked him up and down and asked curiously: "So you are the one who made the president cry?"

Fang Yu couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. He thought that he was quite famous in the Tansniel Craftsmen Association. It seemed that no one in the community didn't know him. But in desperation, he could only nod his head and express his gratitude.

That's right, it's right down there.

The old gentleman asked in a puzzled tone: "I don't think you are anything special?"

"It's just a misunderstanding," Fang Plover sweated profusely and quickly changed the subject: "Actually, Mr. Faisal, I have something to ask you for help."

"Tell me," the old man replied, "What's the matter?"

Due to Erna's instructions, everyone in the association knew that they were working for Her Royal Highness, and this old gentleman was no exception.

"That's right, Mr. Faisal, I would like to ask, did anyone use the Aether Tower three days ago?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then picked up his reading glasses and said, "Wait a minute, I need to check."

Fang Yu looked at the other party and couldn't help but wonder: "Why, are there many people using the Ether Tower?"

"That's not true." The old man put his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and shook his head: "If I remember correctly, only a group of people have used them these days."

Fang Yu opened his mouth wide, suddenly feeling that this matter was a bit unreliable - he asked in a daze: "Then this still needs to be investigated?"

The other party raised his head, glanced at him through the frame of the mirror, and shook his head disdainfully: "Young man, you are still too frivolous. What do you know? This is called seriousness and responsibility. Of course I can tell you the answer from memory,

But do you think memory is reliable?"

"A good memory is not as good as a bad writing, do you understand?" The old man said and sighed: "But when it comes to memory, I'm not bragging. Many young people can't compare to me."

"No," Fang Plover said, sweating profusely, "Mr. Faisal, don't you just need to extract the scan records of that day?"

This thing is not a secret.

But the old man was stunned, slapping the table and said angrily: "Of course the records are reliable, but there is no guarantee that they will not make mistakes. What do you know, boy, do you still want to check?"

Fang Plover immediately became good at school and nodded quickly: "dei, dei, dei, Mr. Faisal is right, you always have the final say."

The old man narrowed his eyes and showed a teachable expression.

Fortunately, it didn't take much time to check the information. He probably realized that his idea was not reliable. Fang Yu saw that the old gentleman was just pretending to flip through the form - he endured it for a while and didn't tell anyone.

other side:

The form is held upside down.

Fortunately, he believed that his emotional intelligence was still higher than that of Luo Yu. If the latter were here, he might have been kicked out.

When Fang Yu took a look at the scanned drawings, he immediately realized that he couldn't understand them. The scanned records of the Ether Tower were not text reports, but a distribution chart with coordinate points up and down. Without annotations, it was normal.

People can't understand it at all.

But the old man had obviously expected this and said proudly: "Young people are young people. Now you understand. Do you think you can understand the chart just by holding it in your hands? Are you a professional in ether analysis, crystal craftsman? Have you studied ether distribution?

Theory?"

Fang Yu was dumbfounded, he was really a crystal craftsman - but looking at it specifically, not every crystal craftsman could understand this chart. With the development of magic technology, just like the technology on the earth, the classification has been very detailed.

In the Numelin era, all-rounders like Ed and his student Hain-Fam are now very rare, or even non-existent. And the reason why the Numelin elves can have generalist alchemists has a long history with them.

life is related.

The old man made a fair comment on him, and finally came to the conclusion: "So young people are just impatient. Now you understand why I checked first. If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer the consequences."

Fang Yu was speechless for a while, thinking that this old man had learned some common sayings in the third division quite well, but what does it have to do with not being able to understand the charts and looking them up before? Besides, you didn't even take the tables.

Is it the other way around?

You're simply absent-minded and not checking, right?

But he didn't dare to say that. He probably figured out the other party's tricks, so he only said respectfully: "Mr. Faisal, please help me take a look."

The old man's vanity was greatly satisfied, so he took the chart, pointed to the distribution data on it and said to him: "This is actually very simple. The four areas of the coordinates above, below, left and right refer to the direction. The higher the data distribution, the stronger the magic response.

Dense——

Our world is full of etheric magic, so even if you scan into an empty place, there will be clutter feedback. But the echoes from real magical creatures or magic items will be much denser than the clutter feedback, such as

Here, and here—"

He clicked on a few icons on the page with his hand. Fang Plover took a look and found that the direction was exactly the direction he saw the mystics going that day.

An idea suddenly flashed through his mind, because that direction was also the direction in which their subsequent investigation showed that the slave traders left that day. He had not connected the two events before. So could it be said that these mystics were also tracking down that day?

Those slave traders.

No, it should be said that they are blind followers.

He thought for a moment and then asked: "Mr. Faisal, what is the scanning strategy for this chart?"

This question made the old man look at him involuntarily: "I didn't expect you to know this. It seems you are knowledgeable. Let me see..." He adjusted his glasses as he spoke, and then muttered: "Strange.

I haven’t seen this strategy before…”

"High magic feedback, low elemental response... what kind of messy strategy is this?" The old man suddenly realized: "I remembered, so that's it. This chart was made by those mystics three days ago. I'm just talking about these laymen.

,,I don’t understand what magic detection is at all.”

He waved the chart in his hand with some excitement: "Look at what a mess this is, and I wonder why there is a scanning strategy that I can't understand..."

But Fang Plover just stood aside and remained calm.

The old man didn't understand it, but he understood it. He might not have understood this scanning strategy in the past, but after experiencing previous adventures - he now understands it even if he doesn't understand it. This is indeed a relatively rare strategy, because

Most people use crystal towers to detect the location of magic items, magical creatures or aerial ships.

Most of the etheric magic has elemental properties.

But there is only one type, which requires low elemental reaction.

In other words, it requires a type of element reaction other than the normal five types of elements.

Dark elements.

A sixth element that does not exist in the minds of scholars.

Those mystics are searching for 'demons'.

Fang Yu looked at the excited old man. After he got the answer he wanted, he didn't seem as eager as before. He only reminded the other person out of kindness: "Well, Mr. Faisal, I have to

Let me remind you something."

"how?"

"Those mystics you are talking about, they are down there."

"What!"

"How dare they come!"

The old man was furious.

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Chapter completed!