"Atush, is this the young man you are talking about?" In the silver space, two people were standing out of thin air. An old man with gray hair and beard was looking at the pool below in a spirit. The surface of the pool was as flat as a mirror, and everything was happening in the mainland league was reflected.

"Yes, my old guy," the man next to the old man was wearing a silver-gray robe, and it was Atushi who had met Fang Zhu in Aiyin Bullock's arbitration.

He sighed and said, "That's Your Highness, Your Highness, I have seen it with my own eyes. Old man, how could I lie to you? More than 600 Thorin moons have risen and fallen, fifty years have passed, and even if everything that was turned into ashes, I still remember it..."

"I understand, I understand," the old man sighed, "but Ishurien's old friends have never given us any news. I thought they failed, just like they have repeatedly hit a wall for thousands of years. It's just..."

"After the fire fifty years ago, everything disappeared," Atush replied, "It is understandable that we would think so. The tower stands, the tower collapses, and everything turns into ruins. The moon of Thorin reflects the top of the spire. Angina's eyes are staring at history and time. Time remains unchanged. All efforts of mortals may be futile-"

"But there will always be a little change," said Atush. "Otherwise we will not be able to get to where we are today. They will give everything to us, and this becomes a responsibility we must bear, for ourselves and for our world."

"...The old friends of the Tower of Thorin succeeded?" the old man asked in a trembling voice.

"I was curious, too," Atush shook his head. "That fire ruined everything, but many of the documents are still in our hands. We know nothing about the progress after that, but... now I seem to understand."

His eyes fell on the crystal, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was a little shaken: "The sixth technical route..."

“…Is this God’s will?”

Tansneer's craftsman hall was filled with people. In the distance, the guards of the royal family were three layers inside and three layers outside under the majestic crystal tower. I heard that the great princess came here again to support the young people she liked.

Elna stood aside, looking away from time to time with a little anxious look. Today is the day when the Mainland League’s main match is officially broadcast to the whole mainland. There are too many idle people in the guild, and she is a little worried about the safety of His Royal Highness the Princess.

The middle-aged man with a frosty face looked at the president of the Craftsman Association in that direction, lowered his head and looked at the picture projected in the crystal on the counter. The waiter beside him looked at the man who was wrapped tightly on his body with a strange look on his face. He kindly introduced:

"Sir, what's coming out is our team of Kaurin-Ishurien."

"Can you recognize that crystal?" the man asked suddenly.

"Why?"

The man raised his head and looked at the waiter with a dark look. He smiled and his chin was unshaven.

His eyes looked at the crystal, and there was an indescribable light flashing inside, "Traveler, Chenlu, this is your son, have you seen it? He has grown up, and he is even enough to stand alone, and he has gone further than us..."

He raised his cup and drank the bitter coffee inside. The man knew in his heart that the two people might not want their children to come to this world, and he also did not expect that things would become what they are today.

He stared at the shining crystal and thought to himself, maybe there was really God's will in the dark.

"The sixth technical route." He spoke.

"Eh?" The waiter looked at the man in front of him. He was actually not a craftsman from the Craftsman Association, but a handyman.

"Young man, that's a crystal without attributes," the man stood up and said to him: "The last piece missing in the puzzle..."

"Sir, what are you talking about..." The waiter subconsciously reached his hand under the counter. He always felt that something was wrong with the man in front of him. Could it be an assassin?

His Highness the Grand Princess is still there. Although in order to experience the feeling of watching Mr. Ed's game with everyone, she deliberately made the Tansneer Craftsmen Association not to disperse the idle people.

But Xing had already stood up, threw a few coins on the counter, then picked up the communication crystal and hung it in his ear, turned around and walked out. The last few words the waiter heard clearly was that the other party seemed to be communicating with someone:

"Little girl...I saw the little pilobe again..."

"Don't call you little girl? Haha, then you let Quelad come..."

"I can't hear what you said, and there are a lot of noise."

The sound gradually faded away.

The waiter looked at the man's back as he walked out of the Craftsman Association in confusion.

What a weird guy, he couldn't help thinking, but finally breathed a sigh of relief and finally took his hand away from the alarm bell.

In the shade of the tree, the unknown small bar located on the Issue Road was also full of people at this moment, and everyone looked at the picture on the projection crystal with their necks raised.

"Hudi, Hudi, is Mr. Ed."

"I understand," Hu Di looked at everything in the picture and replied softly. He had grown a lot in the past two years, and he had long disappeared from the abyss and shyness of the past.

The youth have become mature now.

His eyes softly looked at Miss Cat who walked from the counter to his hand. Although he had experienced a lot, everything at that time was still unforgettable.

The person who changed him and Miss Spoon at that time has now stood on a broader stage.

And he could no longer understand everything the other party was chasing now.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and used his hands to close the soft hair of Miss Cat, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

I feel honored in my heart.

He once witnessed the starting point of that legend.

At the same time, Apenander's field was silent.

Soul Fingerprint looked at Ming Zheng and smiled: "Sister Ming, it seems that Ed told you a lot of things, but there were a lot of things that didn't tell you."

"This little guy," Ming was stunned for a while before laughing, "But I knew there were so many secrets on him. Miya's stubborn girl was always so lucky, and she always looked at people with a very accurate look--"

"The Witch of the Sea?"

"Twins Association, Hailin Crown," Ming smiled and shook his head, "The inheritor of the sixth technical route, I don't know what 'little secrets' there are in him."

"But the value of the unattributed crystal is too great," Soul Fingerprint was a little worried, "Is Ed making it public so much, right..."

"Did you forget the Southern Realm Competition?" Ming couldn't help but bring a tone of recollection, "In the eyes of many people, the skills that should be cherished by themselves, but in the eyes of the little guy, it's far worse than spreading it."

"... So, Mirle Himis and the former warlock president of the Southern Alliance like him so much," Ming turned his head and looked at the soul fingerprint. "How do you think the mortal craftsmen have come to this point? They have helped each other in the dark era, and the whole world has been united in the face of disaster together, and people are united together..."

"The man with whom he had the same name selflessly dedicated his technology to the whole world," said Ming. "That is why Aitalia has everything today. Of course, what has been the past is the past, but people still have those beautiful memories in their hearts. They can at least tell what justice is."

"No matter how numb, no one does not want to be with the good value. Some people just lack courage, but some people represent such courage," Ming looked at the little guy in the painting with an admiring look. "He and Loofah have such potential."

"You are quite optimistic about Ed, Sister Ming." Soul Fingerprint couldn't help but sigh.

She sighed more or less.

Almost once did they have the same values, but there were too many constraints from reality, and the contracts from the guild made them unable to do all of that.

"Because I saw an increasingly loose old world," Mir looked up, his eyes as if he could penetrate the gloomy sky. "Everything that happened in Covenant Hill has never ended. When some people blindly believe that their own power can change everything, then the collapse of order is only a matter of time."

The heart of people longs for order, and it collapses for a moment and will eventually be rebuilt.

What end will those who trample on it end up with?

Soul fingerprints looked at the scene for a moment and felt silenced, but I felt thoughtful in my heart—

If a man is in trouble, he will be killed and killed, and his hands will be laughed at by the world. Why is it?

The situation of offense and defense is different if benevolence and righteousness is not used.

...

The buzzing sound gradually sounded, and then Gerald remembered that he was the main commentator of this game. He seemed to have made a big mistake. Since the officialization of super competition, there has never been such a big mistake on the field.

In fact, he had a chance to make up for it. As long as he pretended that it was a show effect before, he could resolve the current predicament with a clue. But now his mind was also buzzing, and he couldn't help but look back-

His assistant was no better than him. The poor young man was sweating profusely and looked at him in a daze.

Both of them are professional alchemists, so naturally they guessed a vague possibility from the clues.

But his mind was in a mess, as if he wanted to tell himself that this should not exist, but facts are better than words. Is there any other possibility besides that possibility?

The magic furnace lit up with pure white light, which was a spectrum that did not exist in the alchemist dictionary.

"Is that that..." the assistant asked dryly.

Geralus glanced at the latter with some gratitude and took the conversation, "Yes, my partner, that might be the same as you guessed."

“We may have witnessed a history…”

“Although it has not been confirmed…”

He tried to use words and think about it.

The discussions in the live broadcast room of the Wandering Horse are much more intense.

There are not many knowledgeable people, and Ma Er also sorted out the part he understood from the scattered information. After checking all the information he was at hand, he finally came to a positive conclusion:

"...That seems to be an attributeless crystal. The attributeless crystal magic furnace of Aitalia once represented the sixth technical route that alchemists have long lost. Everyone, it is well known that the mortals of Aitalia have elemental adaptability, and the magic furnace and crystal can amplify this trait, so that mortals can also have the opportunity to have the ability to compete with magical creatures..."

"Aitalia's alchemy witnessed the rise of mortal civilization. Just as the tool is used to humans on earth, it is a symbol of the birth of mortal civilization."

"But not everyone can have the appropriateness that matches it as they wish. Most people are still trapped in a mediocre and ordinary life. The existence of the non-attribute crystal is the best answer to this question. In fact, the non-attribute crystal is still used in the field of magic skills. Its biggest feature—"

"...It is to allow ordinary people who have no elemental fitness to use the power of ether as usual."

The horse took a light breath and suddenly got an answer to a question in his heart. Today's attributeless crystal magic furnace has many defects, the biggest one is the inability to break through the level barrier.

But is this the same in Ed's hand?

A trace of indescribable light flashed in his eyes, "Everyone, you should still remember that Ed did not pass through the Star Gate through the formal channels. Later we all thought that he later obtained elemental suitability because he obtained the Dragon Knight system."

"Do you still remember?"

But what if it isn't...?

The wandering horse vaguely felt that he might have witnessed the arrival of a new era.

The live broadcast room suddenly became quiet.

It was a very rare scene in any live broadcast room of the event. Most of the audience were not fools. Today, when the Super Athletic League is so deeply rooted in people's hearts, they almost immediately thought of a very bold possibility.

"Damn!"
To be continued...