The bright or breathtaking fire from the glass dome cannot shake the heart of the alchemist who is stepping into the hall from the Society of Mobius Craftsmen.

The other party was walking to the Director of the General Administration of the Ayinblock Patrol Guard with a stern face and threw a letter in front of him, "The letter of protest from the Kaurin-Ishurien Craftsmen's Association, what good things have you done?"

A rising light of flame passed through the glass vault.

The flames were reflected on the faces of the two, leaving shadows of light and darkness, as if they were footnotes to the alchemist's words. The Director of the General Administration took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, and forced himself to smile and said, "Mr. Great Craftsman, I don't understand what protests are."

"To be precise, twenty-seven minutes and forty seconds ago, the Cowlin-Ishurian artisans would always send us a letter of protest against their contestants we treated unfairly," the alchemist looked down at the pocket watch. "After I finished this, it was forty-three seconds."

He raised his head, and another firelight fell on the faces of the two of them, "You and I are not fools. You don't plan to write in the report tonight that Ayinblock's patrol guard headquarters took seven of the twelve airboats and set off fireworks. Ayinblock's grand occasion tonight, I wonder what the Director said?"

"There are evil men causing trouble in the city," the latter stammered, reaching for the letter.

The alchemist glanced at his hand, "This letter is a copy, and it's useless to destroy it."

"Mr. Great Craftsman was joking?" The Director General heard the irony between the other party's words and forced a smile, "I just wanted to see..."

The alchemist said mercilessly: "Then look good, there is a stamp from the Kaolin royal family on it. Of course, the Empire can not take the Kaolin-Ishurien Craftsmen Association seriously, but if the Kaolin people openly stand up for this matter, I am afraid that the Mainland League will not be able to get out of Taiwan in the end."

"...Of course, it's nothing if you can't get out of Taiwan in the Mainland League. The Empire is not bad for such a game to show its reputation, but I'm afraid the Director will be bad."

The director's forehead was sweating and then he fell off. The other party said unceremoniously, which hit the weakest part of his heart. He didn't care about the Korlin people, but he cared about the position under his butt. "I also did things for the adults above... there may be some misunderstandings here... Then what should we do now?"

"Of course, you take back your people. Do you still think the person you lost is not big enough? What are you going to do next? Seek help from the Imperial Army or ask for help from Moubis? Drag Ayin Brock into a state of war with your own strength. Is the Director-General going to be famous in history?" The alchemist sarcastically, "In order to deal with a few holy elect?"

"It shouldn't be like this..." Another fire light lit up the hall, interrupting the director's words, and the deafening roar caused the vases on the table to roll on the carpet.

The alchemist looked at the vase and took out another letter from his arms and threw it in front of him. "It is indeed not that, because the Fortress of Moubis will not pass in the first place. This is a letter of protest from the Imperial Workshop."

"Ah?" the director was surprised. "What's wrong with the Empire Workshop?"

"It's nothing. This letter is not much different from the previous one except for a change of subject," said the alchemist. "You are arresting the Star Flower Medal issued by the Empire a few months ago, and was nominated by the Grand Alchemist of Amast. In addition, he is also a guest of honor for the Empire Workshop and the Ancient King Family. Mr. Chief can wait and see. The third letter of protest may be on the way-"

The Director of the General Administration was already full of sweat. Why was this problem so difficult? Isn’t it just an alchemist with some reputation in Kaolin-Isulian, and he was still a summoner. According to the information, he was only two months old and why was it related to the Empire Workshop and the ancient Jin family?

But before he could stop, a man had already walked in from outside and handed a page to him, "Mr. Director, Imperial Army Communications."

"Imperial Army?" The former seemed to be a drowning person who had caught a life-saving straw. "What do they say?"

"They sent a rebuke, protesting that we did not inform them of their own in this matter, which made them very passive."

The director was dizzy, then a little annoyed, and shouted at his subordinates: "They are passive, can I not be passive? Besides, what does this matter have to do with the military? Should I catch someone in the city and get the approval of the Imperial Army? Who do they think they are?"

"This... I'm afraid it's not that simple, Director..." The man said with a little embarrassment, "The third division star gate, Hengfenggang has sent a protest, saying that among the players they seconded to participate in the Mainland League, there were alternative candidates from the military. They believed that we treated their players unfairly in the competition and asked us..."

“What do you ask us to do?”

“Either stop such behavior or they stop participating in the competition…”

"Or it's good to stop the game," the alchemist made a break, "and then this matter officially rises to the diplomatic heights of both countries, so is the Director planning to release people or not, or is he going to declare war on the Korlin-Ishurienians on this matter?"

The Director General of the General Administration could certainly hear the sarcasm in the former's words. He was not qualified to declare war on either side on behalf of the empire. He did not even dare to let this matter spread too much to His Majesty the Emperor.

"But..." His words softened a lot, "I was not the Kaurin-Ishurian people."

"Then you go and explain to the Cowlin people--"

The alchemist looked at the beautiful "fireworks" on the top of the glass. The light and shadow of light and darkness were decorating Aiyin Bullock's night color, and the former looked very leisurely.

The other party didn't care about the life or death of a patrol guard director, and was extremely annoyed for the other party to make Ayin Brock mess.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is the City of Magic and Craftsmen, or during the Mainland League, many eyes are gathered here. The Mobius Craftsmen Association has been furious for a long time. The alchemists said they were not interested in this, but in fact they had the heart to kill the other party.

He also had no good feelings for the Duke.

Although everyone is an imperialist and has the same interests, if you do something wrong in my territory and don’t inform me, then there is nothing to talk about between us.

The splendor in the night sky is reflected in the director's heart, which is more like a bloody color.

The Director General sat down on his chair and said something even as an imperialist, he couldn't believe he would say: "Colin-Isulians can't be so unreasonable, right?"

But he had completely given up his resistance. The Duke of the Hawk family was not here, but from the Imperial Workshop, the pressure from the Gujin family was real. Even the Imperial Army expressed dissatisfaction with his behavior. He argued with reason, but had tried his best.

The Duke would not blame him for this. He was the great alchemist Amast and the ancient Jin family. Whoever was willing to take on it would go. The Director of the General Administration opened his mouth and was about to dejectedly order the man to be taken back and give up all the actions tonight.

But it was at this moment that a voice came from a distance: "I don't think I can stop the action."

The alchemist turned around and looked in that direction. Seeing a young man walking down from the building, he recognized the identity of the Saint Selected, frowned and asked, "Who is your priest?"

"I'm doing my business for the Duke of Hawk," replied the young man. "We are investigating the manuscript of the great magician Ash Lynn twenty years ago. It was lost from the Principality of the Stag, and maybe it would fall into the hands of those people. This matter is of great importance, and it is not hesitant to suspend the Mainland League for this."

"Star device?" the alchemist was slightly stunned. "That thing is nothing. You still pin your hopes on such illusory things? The empire has found the right path from those ruins and machinery. I advise you not to waste time on it."

"Whether it's a waste of time," replied the young man, "but Ash Lynn's manuscript must be taken back first. This is the unanimous will of the seven magicians, and the Duke is just acting on their behalf."

The alchemist frowned.

No wonder the people patrolling the guards are so determined. Compared with the craftsmen association of Mobius, the magicians of the empire are another behemoth. The two have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, but His Majesty the Emperor intends to balance the strength of both sides.

"When will the Hawk family represent the Seven Magicians family?" But everyone knows it well. The alchemist pointed to the center of gravity as soon as he opened his mouth. "Did Griffin's Griffin's Griffin's Golden Goat, and Trifink's Badger of Change agree?"

The Hawk family has grown and grown over the years, but the wisdom of cunning is not the only one in the magician family.

The Griffin Feather, which represents the summoning faction, the Eisen Glenn Academy, which predicts the faction, and the Trifunk family, which changes the faction, have been incompatible with it. As soon as he opened his mouth, he picked out the three families. As long as the magicians did not stand together, the only Hawk Duke Craftsmen Association would not take it seriously.

But the blonde young man was calm and took out three letters and lined up one by one, in front of the two. There was nothing special about the three letters, but the wax poke on the envelope had already explained everything, and it was the emblem of Griffin, Trifink and Eisenglin family.

He said without saying that these three families have not had much contact with the Hawk family in the past and would not have given such a letter of recommendation for no reason. The remaining three families are either allies of the Hawk family or neutral factions, and now even the enemies have turned against each other, let alone other families.

The alchemist frowned deeply, "Since the Seven Magicians family decided that this would be the case, I have nothing to say. But the Mobius Craftsmen Association will only remain neutral at most. If this matter continues to develop, the Emperor will decide."

"It's good to decide how His Majesty the Emperor," replied the young man, "but Ash Lynn's manuscript must be left first."

Another explosion of light flashed across the glass dome.

The rolling light and flames reflected the deep shadow in his eyes. The young man replied word by word: "The Duke has never expected anything. As long as you don't stop it, this is the internal affairs of the imperial people. It is overestimated by the mere Korlin-Ishurien people who want to intervene."

But the alchemist seemed to have not heard this.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and was lowering his head to take out a communication crystal from his coat pocket. He stared at the crystal that was clear and destroyed for a moment, as if he had received some news, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

After a moment, he looked up again at the Director General and the Young Man.

The alchemist's originally deep frown had already stretched out, and his eyes looked at the two people in front of him with some thoughtfulness for a moment, and joked: "Then I'll wait for good news from your Duke, I hope you can do it."

There was obviously something in his words.

The young man was stunned and then looked at the other person suspiciously.

It was at this time that the communication crystal at the Director General’s hand also lit up at the same time, and a voice came from it: “Mr. Director General, the other party asked to talk to us.”

"On the other party, who?"

Before the director could speak, the young man turned his head and asked.

Hearing this strange voice there, he was obviously hesitant. The Director of the General Administration did not dare to express his dissatisfaction with the envoys of the empire, so he had to repeat the young man's words again.

And the other end of Crystal hesitated for a moment before answering:

"I'm a Saint-Selected..."

"A mere group of adventurers is also qualified to negotiate terms with the Empire?" The director was furious, "Didn't you hear my orders and bring people back!"

After receiving clear support, he finally became tough.

But his subordinates obviously did not have as confident as him, and he hesitated: "Mr. Director, I think you'd better listen to her..."

The voice was interrupted halfway through the speech, as if the crystal in the other party was snatched by someone. Then the voice of a nice woman came from the crystal and echoed in the hall:

"Mr. Director, I want to hear your explanation for what reason to attack my people? And to avoid unnecessary struggles that will lead to half of Ayin Brock being ruined by this, I suggest you better make it clearer."

The naked threat in these words made everyone present hear something wrong. The young man said angrily: "Who are you?"

"What are you?" the woman's voice said coldly, "Who are you qualified to participate in such a conversation? Get out of here!"

"You—" the young man was furious, "I represent-"

"I don't know him," the woman interrupted him directly, "If you don't want to anger me, just say something, I have limited time, so I don't have much time for you-"

There was silence in the hall.

Because it was at this moment that a sharp alarm sounded over Aiyin Block.

In a peaceful time, such an alarm only represents one meaning - war is approaching Ayinblock.

Even the alchemist raised his head and watched more air defense searchlights shoot into the air - it was the Moubis Fortress being activated, and everyone present changed their faces and walked outwards.

Everyone was puzzled. What happened outside after the Director negotiated with the Craftsmen Association?

Although the director had a little bit of wine, he had seen a big scene. He noticed the bad meaning and quickly spoke, "...Who is yours?"

"Who am I?" the woman's voice smiled, "Wait for me to check first."

Then another scream came from the other side. Obviously, the other party snatched something from his subordinates. Then a sound of turning pages came from the crystal, and it took a while before he calmed down.

"Oh, this is written on it, Kaurin-Ishurien's Silver Death, the Queen of Constructs, the founder of the Swift Tactics, Hum, the number of the Imperials is really complicated..." She complained softly, "Ming, the registered Dragon Knight number 45-701, combat craftsman, main construction, pseudo Dragon Knight..."

After Ming finished speaking, he threw the booklet in his hand and raised his head.

The manual is falling from a height of hundreds of feet.

The silver dragon floated quietly above Aiyin Block.

In front of this beautifully shaped structure, more than a dozen floating ships belonging to the Imperial Army were surrounded. As for the airships of the patrol guards, they had long been driven out of the war zone and became a supporting role in a corner of the battlefield.
To be continued...