Pillar of Yita

Passing through the square to this place, it is the shared residence of more than ten guilds of Fanric, and this apartment in front belongs to the Shadow Throne. A little further ahead is the core area of the Elfendo Spire.

The headquarters of the Southern Region Alchemist Alliance, the City Hall, and the center of the City Barrier.

At this moment, under his gaze, three people walked out from the entrance of the apartment, all wearing gray war robes, the current attire of the Southern Region Alliance. But there was nothing unusual about it; the three of them headed towards the square together. So Yuwen Yu picked up a pen and noted down the appearance of the three people.

This work was very boring, but it was just right for him.

After he wrote the last word, he put down the quill pen, and his gaze shifted slightly. In that direction, the guard watching the entrance to the sewer was gone again. Yuwen Yu shook his head and muttered to himself; compared to them, these guards had no sense of responsibility at all.

But the fat man sitting opposite suddenly stood up.

”Where are you going?”

”I’ll go take a look.” Luo Hao replied, ”You stay here.”

”It’s not your job if they slack off, what’s it got to do with you?”

Luo Hao looked at this guy with some disdain, ”Please show some initiative. We’re not here to be scarecrows, the captain wants us to prepare for any unexpected events.”

”What are unexpected events,” Luo Hao said gruffly, ”An unexpected event is like a thousand-mile-long dike collapsing because of an ant hole.”

Yuwen Yu glanced at him, ”Commanders don’t need soldiers with too many opinions.”

”Such antique thoughts,” Luo Hao threw down a comment and walked out.

...

Su Changfeng heard a rustling sound coming from the communication crystal in his hand.

The noisy background noise was gradually forming into a complete sentence: ”Captain... we have found the target...” But he did not respond, just covered the crystal with his hand, looked up—

In the sky, a big boy was awkwardly scratching his head, facing an interview from a reporter from Earth: ”Sir, are you the leader of Ragnarok? You look unfamiliar, is this your first time representing Ragnarok in the competition?”

”What are your thoughts after defeating Silver Weslan?”

Fang Hong was utterly confused, not expecting this phase at all.

He could only chuckle and reply, ”It’s alright...”

”What do you mean by alright? Did it meet your expectations?”

How would he know, Fang Hong fumed silently.

”Alright is just...” Fang Hong thought seriously but found himself at a loss for words, ”It’s just... just okay.”

Below the stage, Sophie and Tang Xin both face-palmed.

The reporter was also speechless: ”So what’s Ragnarok’s next goal?”

”Uh, aiming for third... maybe?”

Fang Hong thought for a moment and decided to borrow a phrase from the soul fingerprint.

Of course, that wasn’t what he really thought.

However, as expected, this answer met the reporter’s expectations, and the reporter gave him a slight smile: ”Thank you, can we take a photo together?”

Fang Hong stiffly nodded.

A few seconds later, he and the entire Ragnarok team left a goofy smile in the group photo.

”Captain, what should we do?” The sound of the peripheral team members was coming from the communication crystal.

Su Changfeng then withdrew his gaze from the sky and replied, ”Keep an eye around the square, let him continue in the competition. After the competition ends, invite him over. Be mindful of your attitude, but also point out his identity.”

”Understood.” The team members nodded on the other end of the crystal.

Su Changfeng put away the crystal and took another look at the big boy in mid-air.

”Silly kid.”

He thought.

Meanwhile, in the box, Phales was frowning as he listened to the dwarf finish speaking.

He tapped his knuckles on the wooden stand—he had heard of the young man but hadn’t watched the records of the event at that time. Multiple Parallel, at this age, was indeed considered a genius.

But the dwarf seemed a bit absent-minded, flipping aimlessly through the corner of a thick stack of parchment, a strange thought forming in his mind, though he rationally dismissed it.

Would there really be so many coincidences in this competition?

But wasn’t another possibility even more coincidental?

He realized he was somewhat overthinking things.

The Dwarf Artisan, seeing him shuffling the list back and forth, couldn’t help but be startled: ”Mr. Chairman?”

”What?” Phales finally returned to his senses: ”You want to recruit him into the main event list, then go ahead, as long as the other side agrees. But don’t bother me for now, let me have some peace.”

The Dwarf quickly nodded and, excitedly, turned around.

But Phales called him: ”Wait, what are you going to do?”

The Dwarf turned around, looking at him somewhat bewildered, thinking hadn’t you just agreed?

Phales said grumpily, ”This is during a competition, are you going to disrupt the game order? First, take care of the relevant procedures, and after the competition, then go find him.”

The other party suddenly realized and bowed in salute, ”Mr. Chairman is right, we’ll take care of it right away.”

Then they left, excitedly again.

Phales watched the back of the other party and couldn’t help shaking his head.

...

Fang Hong finally managed to extricate himself from the crowd.

He looked around; he had shown his face at Elpaxin once before, which should have left an impression. He didn’t know how many people had recognized him from the previous interview, but he was somewhat mentally prepared.

Therefore, he wasn’t too flustered.

He found the others.

In front of Hawk-Beak Bean, Mulan, Cui Yu, and Dill, he said directly, ”Do you guys want to win the championship?”

The four of them paused for a moment, looking at him inexplicably.

While they were being interviewed, the other two matches also concluded one after another—the military team eliminated the Fenris Alchemy Guild, and Elite easily took down the God Slayer. Just moments ago, they received the list of opponents for the next match.