Pillar of Yita

Cui Yu was taken aback, ”Which batch are you talking about?”

The man saw that he didn’t respond and frowned, saying again, ”Someone wants to meet you after the match.”

After saying this, he gestured and had the staff take the two pieces of work back towards the VIP spectator area. People saw this scene and couldn’t help but look at the scoreboard, but it was blank.

The square erupted in an uproar.

No score?

Cui Yu was also a bit bewildered, but the staff’s demeanor didn’t seem like there was any problem, they calmly asked them to leave the venue first and wait for a moment for the results. The silent player on Elite’s side listened and didn’t ask much, just packed up his things and left the venue.

On the sidelines, they hurriedly asked him, ”What happened, is there a problem? Why are there no results, weren’t we sure to win?”

Evan shook his head, indicating that he also didn’t understand what was happening.

Among them, only Virus was the calmest, simply saying, ”Just wait.”

Then she turned her head to the last person, ”Zheng Kai, get ready.”

The latter was warned by her earlier, and now afraid, he nodded cautiously.

But, unlike Virus’s calm, the discussion in the square was boiling over. Everyone was speculating on what had happened. Elite’s supporters immediately linked it to the conspiracy and loudly protested from below, even the supporters of Silver Weslan couldn’t help but suspect the previous match results.

The Natives were simpler, choosing to trust the judgment of the Alchemists Alliance, and since most of the people in the square were Natives, the protests were limited to discussions only.

In the official live broadcast room, supporters from both sides had already started a verbal fight. Elite and Silver Weslan had fans, but Raganrok clearly lagged behind. Sophie was also lurking in the live broadcast room, seeing this scene, she couldn’t help but be amused, and she tried to mediate:

”Friends of Silver Weslan, please be rational and trust the tournament organizers’ judgment.”

”Who are you?”

”I’m Sophie.”

”Sophie, which Sophie?”

”Hmph, are you Sophie? You must be a spy fan pretending to be loyal?”

”If you’re Sophie, then I must be the Chairman of Silver Weslan?”

This response angered the Silver Weslan Princess to the point of seething, shouting, ”These people are simply unreasonable!”

Beside her, Shuishui laughed, ”Sister Sophie, you don’t go online much normally, the fans are always like this.”

On the Raganrok side, Cui Yu was walking down from the stage and saw Fang Hong, his expression changed. He opened his mouth to speak— but Fang Hong just shook his head at him before turning to Soul Fingerprint, ”Let Dill go.”

Soul Fingerprint looked at the two and gently nodded.

The last round of the competition came faster than people imagined.

After the staff set up the field, they notified both sides’ contestants to prepare to enter. Thus, amidst a somewhat eerie atmosphere, the last contestants from both sides entered the arena, and sharp mocking whistles sounded from the square.

Everyone couldn’t help but turn their heads.

Fang Hong had been a bit worried that Dill might be affected by this, but looking at Soul Fingerprint, the latter still had a composed expression. And looking at the girl going on stage, she didn’t seem to be disturbed by external factors at all.

She was even performing better than Cui Yu.

Inside the VIP box—

Phales was frowning as he closely examined the Swift Burst Plugin in his hand— to be honest, this plugin seemed crudely made to him, with low structural tolerance, indicating that too many unnecessary Structural Points were used during assembly. The assembly process was also hasty, leading to low precision.

At least compared to another piece of work, this plugin was far worse in appearance.

But he said nothing, just passed the plugin to the next person. The Old Speaker of the Elfendo Council looked at it as well and similarly passed the plugin onwards, saying, ”Just like what I saw decades ago.”

The plugin was eventually passed to Count Westwood Sibika— at this moment, Rolin, who was beside him, had already left— the Count looked at the plugin alone, frowned, and said, ”It’s technology from the Silver Tower, but the problem is—”

”How did it come about?”

”Did he go to the Hall of Thousand Doors?”

”He didn’t answer.”

The Count suddenly spoke at this time, using a steady tone, ”The Silver Tower’s technology doesn’t just exist in the Hall of Thousand Doors.”

Everyone understood in their hearts that these words were meant to protect the young man named Rolin, after all for one born of prophecy, there can only be one. They couldn’t help but think, it seems the owner of the Rose Workshop was determined to push this young man.

Although most present did not actually doubt the truth of the legend.

After all, the death of Toragotos is closely linked to this matter.

But only Ande shook his head, ”But Vilavito, similarly, Rolin may not have gone to the Hall of Thousand Doors. He might have obtained the Silver Tower’s legacy through other means.”

Count Westwood Sibika looked up, somewhat surprised and turned his gaze in that direction. ”I don’t understand what you mean by this, Master Ande?”

”I’m reminding you to be a little cooler, Vilavito.”

”I am very cool, the Silver Tower’s technology originates from the ancient alchemists of the Numelin Elves,” Count Westwood Sibika replied, ”But Silver Tower’s technology isn’t necessarily the Numelin Elves’ legacy, the technology Rolin showed, you’ve all seen.”

He also shook his head, ”And I believe Rolin did go to the Hall of Thousand Doors.”

”Why?”

”Because he went to the Dawn Tower, I’ve seen his Dragon’s Mark,” he replied, ”Master Ande should know about the matters of the Dawn Tower, that’s something that cannot be faked.”