Pillar of Yita

Fang Hong understood the implication. Although it was a bit unfortunate, he had to accept it now.

Sophie then shifted to a lighter topic, teasing with a fact Fang Hong already knew: ”You’ve gotten famous this time.”

Fang Hong, having been exposed to so much this past while, had heard some details, but when Sophie said this, he was still curious: ”How famous?”

Sophie replied sourly: ”You’re now more popular than I am. People almost forget that I’m the Silver Weslan Princess in Fanric, the community discussions are all about you.”

Fang Hong knew she was joking, but he couldn’t help but ask: ”Is it really that exaggerated?”

”Of course,” Sophie answered somewhat seriously this time: ”Your performance in the competition was one thing, as the Artisan competition is too technical for most people to understand. But your later performance was just too over the top—like the ’Star Patron,’ single-handedly challenging Nikopolas, and the even more exaggerated Dragon Knight—”

She glanced at Fang Hong: ”The video of you controlling the Dragon Knight has gone viral online, now people are calling you the youngest Dragon Knight of the new generation, an unprecedented figure. Everyone has high expectations for you; domestically, you are already considered an equal with Loofah as one of the most dazzling stars in the China Competition Region.”

Fang Hong was sweating profusely, although at the time his method of controlling the Dragon Knight wasn’t technically legitimate, just simulated with the help of a dozen Artisan Masters and Tata, Nini. But people saying he’s the youngest Dragon Knight of the new generation—well, it seems they weren’t wrong.

Because he truly is the owner of the Fairy Dragon Soul, and the system he carries is indeed a genuine Dragon Knight System.

But this coincidence was just too miraculous.

”Of course, that’s among the younger generation, compared to the popularity of those real veteran star players, you’re still far behind,” Sophie explained: ”And due to the domestic region’s decline in recent years, your fame internationally may not compare to the frontline rookies in the European and American regions—”

This Fang Hong naturally understood.

Just like Sophie’s title of the Silver Weslan Princess, among the new generation she was second to none, even compared to those prodigy newcomers who have already ventured to the Second World. But newcomers are still newcomers, her fame only circulates among fans, but in terms of Earthly recognition, she doesn’t come close to those legendary players.

Not to mention legendary players, among Silver Forest Crown Brigade level players, the fame breadth of the majority far exceeds hers, naturally far exceeds his as well—though he’s ahead by just a smidge.

However, Fang Hong wasn’t too concerned, as he was merely a Free Summoner.

The two chatted a bit more about the Super Competitive League and the Southern Region’s situation, he shared his analysis, Sophie basically agreed. Yet regarding the Dragon Worship Sect’s plans, she remained cautiously opinionated, since if the Dragon Worship Sect could incorporate all Earthly factions into their plan, it would be somewhat terrifying.

People tend to seek security, otherwise living under endless anxiety and suspicion would be unbearable. Naturally, Sophie couldn’t avoid this fact either, but she still supported Fang Hong’s choice:

”I’ll continue investigating this when I return to the Guild.”

”Let’s exchange findings regularly then.”

”Thank you, Sophie.” Fang Hong knew, these matters originally had nothing to do with the Silver Weslan Little Princess.

”No need to thank me,” Sophie smiled lightly: ”Justice will prevail.”

They exchanged a glance, both couldn’t help but smile.

With someone who shares common interests, time always flies by quickly, but before departure, Sophie showed a bit of shyness: ”Ade...”

”What’s up?”

”In a few days, someone from the military might come to see you.”

Fang Hong paused for a moment, then recalled something, realizing: ”Oh yes, that’s your father, right?”

Sophie’s face turned red: ”That’s right... if he asks about us...”

Fang Hong laughed generously: ”No worries, I’ll explain.”

”Explain what?” Sophie snapped: ”Don’t explain.”

”Huh?”

”Anyway, that’s the deal, I entrust you with the matters concerning Xi and I.”

With that, she blushed, took Xi’s hand, and ran away without looking back.

Leaving Fang Hong puzzled, watching them.

However, Sophie mentioning that someone from the military would come to see him wasn’t as quick as imagined.

Instead, Fanric citizens first elected a representative to visit him, who expressed immense gratitude—but Fang Hong felt the gratitude wasn’t genuine, mostly flattery. He was acutely aware of how drastically his status had changed compared to before he was unconscious.

The representative of Fanric citizens even awarded him the status of honorary citizen, including a medal and a consolation bonus, though the bonus wasn’t much, just a symbolic amount of over ten thousand Lycel. Tianlan didn’t require him to hand it over, so he kept it as personal funds.

According to the young girl’s words—it’s to fund marrying Sister Hilveld.

Although such matters were supposed to be the responsibility of the Praetor, Fang Hong knew, Fanric’s Praetor certainly wouldn’t meet him. Plus, all these formalities made him a bit weary, feeling rather uninterested.

After seeing off the citizen representative, two more days passed.

Fang Hong finally met the main figures—

The military personnel arrived.

There were three people in total, with only Su Changfeng being the only one Fang Hong recognized. Besides him, there was a young man with a stern face, whom Fang Hong vaguely remembered seeing at Traveler’s Rest, but couldn’t recall who he was. The remaining one, in a suit, looked dignified and didn’t seem to be from a military background.

Su Changfeng introduced the two: Stargate Special Operations Team Leader, Zhang Tianmiu.

The last one was the Chinese Ambassador to Stargate Port, with the surname Liao.

Fang Hong couldn’t help but feel flattered.

The United Nations’ Stargate Embassy is the highest institution for handling post-Stargate matters by various countries, where the stationed ambassador is basically each country’s official top representative and chief executive. This isn’t the same system as the Super Competitive League, which is much older in history.

And even a level higher.

Such a person coming to handle his matters alone—no matter how one sees it, seems a bit ominous.

But Ambassador Liao was quite gentle, with a slight smile: ”Mr. Fang, we can discuss your matters later. Before that, I think you should first meet your relatives, after all, they’ve been worried about you for quite a while.” As he spoke, he opened a Light Page in front of Fang Hong:

Displayed on it were none other than...

His uncle and aunt.

Fang Hong’s heart sank instantly, thinking he’s in trouble.

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