Pillar of Yita

”That is the Holy Chooser of the Rose Cross Army, my lord,” the staff member, knowing this was the acting chairman of the Artisan Association, and that his status would be far more esteemed than the Speaker of Elfendo if not for being in the South, dared not show any disrespect, and answered respectfully: ”If you want to see, my lord, you can have the list of participants from the Rose Cross Army brought over.”

But the former hesitated for a moment, stroked his pointed beard, shook his head, and said, ”Forget it, let’s wait for now.”

It’s just an A-level quality creation, and this is only the beginning. He recalled that seven years ago at Golande’s exhibition match, the best achievement was someone creating an A++ level quality item.

He asked again, ”Which is the other competition currently taking place?”

The staff was about to answer when Pudra, standing to the side, suddenly spoke up: ”Of the four competitions, this current one isn’t the most notable.”

Phales turned his head at these words: ”Mr. Pudra, what do you mean?”

”Later, there will be a match between the Elite and the Ma Weilan branch teams. Of course, for Mr. Chairman, Ma Weilan may not be well-known throughout Colin Ishurian, but it is the most prosperous area for Alchemy in the Southern Region besides Fanric,” Pudra answered with a smile, ”As for the Elite, they are considered a strong contender among the Holy Chosen, and it’s said they are competing with Silver Weslan for the top spot. The Greenfire ship is a long-standing famed name in Colin Ishurian.”

Phales couldn’t help but look at his old friend.

Ande nodded, explaining, ”The Ma Weilan branch is actually backed by the Elvin Family.”

Hearing this, Phales finally understood. He was well aware of the three major families in the Southern Region, a name well-known alongside the Eagle Groelfin and the once-renowned Ailin Green. It was also one of the major wizarding families in Colin Ishurian.

Sir Roban of the Eagle Groelfin was famous worldwide right now, and a hundred years ago, Ailin Green was equally renowned, but the descendants of these two families mostly emerged as Magic Guided Conductors, while the Elvin Family was known as the family of Elementalists.

This is one of the most mysterious families in the Southern Region. Since the Ma Weilan branch is supported by them, its level is naturally not inferior.

However, at this moment, Ande Ulriel glanced at Pudra beside him and couldn’t help but recall the scene at yesterday’s banquet. Back then, aside from him, this person was the only one to voice opposition. However, Pudra had always had a bad reputation in Elfendo and interacted less with people from other departments, so it was unclear what he had in mind at that time.

He later asked Hilveld, but the Albert family’s lady had not approached Pudra beforehand.

At this moment, Pudra met his gaze and smiled openly: ”Ande, I’ve heard the little princess of the Albert Family has returned to the Southern Region?”

Ande was taken aback and replied ambiguously, ”There is that rumor.”

But Pudra nodded at this, and didn’t press further.

At this moment, Phales was becoming interested in the match between the Elite and Ma Weilan, ready to inquire further. Suddenly, a Dwarf Goblin walked in from outside and raised a note with both hands, handing it to him.

The Dwarf Guild President hesitated, a bit surprised at who could be sending him a message, but he was disgusted by the stink on the Dwarf Goblin, so he wrapped his hand in a handkerchief before taking the note. His face immediately showed extreme shock, and he stood up from his seat, sternly asking, ”Who told you this?”

This shout drew the attention of everyone in the booth to look in his direction.

Phales quickly waved his hand, saying, ”Sorry, a personal matter.”

With that, he didn’t care about the dirt anymore and pulled the Dwarf Goblin to a secluded place, asking in a lowered voice, ”Where is that person!?”

But the Dwarf Goblin was clearly frightened, hurriedly shaking his head: ”Dalu knows nothing, knows nothing.”

Phales knitted his eyebrows: ”Alright, repeat it once more?”

”That person said,” the Dwarf Goblin stammered, ”The person you’re looking for is in Fanric, and moreover...”

”Moreover what?”

”Moreover, moreover...” The latter pondered for a long time, then suddenly realized: ”Moreover, he might be in this arena!”

”Which team?” Phales asked urgently.

The Dwarf Goblin shook its head: ”Dalu doesn’t know either, that person didn’t say, that person said he doesn’t know.”

Only then did Phales let go of the little one, pacing back and forth anxiously, he gestured for the latter to leave, but immediately called it back: ”Wait a minute.”

The Dwarf Goblin timidly returned.

”You cannot tell these words to anyone else, understand?”

”That’s what the person also told Dalu,” the Dwarf Goblin quickly answered, ”Dalu will keep the secret.”

”Alright,” Phales replied impatiently, ”You can go now, stay away from me, you stinking fellow!”

His ferocious look scared the Dwarf Goblin into running away at once.

Only then did Phales, with a heavy heart, return to his seat, his eyes once again looking toward the arena.

And just as he expected, a second A-level quality result soon appeared on the arena, followed by a third, both from the Rose Cross Army and Silver Weslan teams. The atmosphere in the square had completely boiled over, but when the third A-level quality item was created, because it was crafted by a Native craftsman, the citizens in the square began shouting the craftsman’s name.

And at that moment on one side of the booth sat three rather unusual Guests.

The Archbishop of Cloud Harbor, Tirioan, listening to the cheers outside, the long-frowning look on his face couldn’t help but relax. Looking at the vast crowd outside, he lamented, ”…I still remember the scene of going to the Empire more than ten years ago, and now the strong Alchemy atmosphere of Colin Ishurian is no less than the Empire.”