Rollin coughed and lowered the figure in his hand, it was pitch black, with a flaming wing extending over its delicate body.

The puppet girl is almost perfect, and the structure that makes up its body is not flawed; The silver-cast face appears supple and flat; And the crystal in the heart of the heart does not have a trace of impurities.

Its craftsmanship can be said to stand at the pinnacle of this era, and no one can match it under the same level of craftsmanship.

However, Rollin immediately put his hand into a fist to his lips, and let out a violent cough, coughing so much that he almost bent over, and his pale face was flushed with an abnormal flush. He let go of his hand, his palm was red, but his eyes were almost empty, cold and indifferent, and he lowered his hand as if nothing had happened.

He straightened up, as if waiting for praise.

It's just that there is no expectation between the expressions, but a little indifferent.

But there was some quiet on the field.

Luo Lin's empty eyes showed a trace of incomprehension, and slowly turned back in the direction that the audience was staring.

There, it was Count Cillin-Sbicca who looked at him with some shock.

Sometimes, it's hard to describe what you're really seeing – it's a rather novel experience, and it's like a murmur of water that passes away silently.

And in silence, a new world has slowly opened in front of the world-

It was a vein of light that intertwined back and forth like a silver shuttle.

Two hands stretched out relative to each other, one large and one small.

The light is connected between the two hands, and in turn shuttles through the fingertips of the index, middle and ring fingers, forming a flowing network of light.

The masters of the two hands, one tall and one short, are opposite each other. Fang Yu only silently watched every movement of Miss Dragon Soul's hand, his expression focused and meticulous, while Tata raised his head, his gaze was calm and quiet.

She raised her hand, her slender fingers out.

A silver thread was flowing through her fingertips, like a trickle of stars, flowing in the endless starry sky.

And the stars are the temple of craftsmen.

The veins of light formed a connection between the two, forming this picture like a star.

And every time it passed, it passed through a piece of silver wings in between. When the countless threads were connected, the wings converged into a fiery silver fire.

It was just a winged as thin as a cicada's wing.

Without opening his mouth, Fang Yu stretched out his right hand and caught the filament with his index finger impartially. The light passed through a circular circle in his hand and then to his left hand. Then, from the fingertips of his left hand, a stream of light was formed again.

Once again, the stream of light passed through the wings and returned to Tata's hand.

Like threading a needle, the two did not say a word, but maintained a tacit understanding.

It's just that in the eyes of others, this scene is not the case at all-

People see more of the scene, but it doesn't really look like a puppet is being made at all.

It's more like a silent stage play.

I saw countless silver threads pulled out of Fang Yuan's hand, but I couldn't see the other end of the void. Countless threads manipulated his hands, connecting only every part of the puppet in the circle.

Each time the light shuttles, it is like a torso connected by a soul, and the puppet is given life in the middle of it, and gradually awakens.

It was like a newborn bud blooming.

It seems to grow little by little the torso, left hand, right hand, beautiful pupils, and long silver hair. Fang Yu raised her right hand softly, and the puppet girl stood up, and in an instant, pieces of silver wings converged to form a long skirt like a flame.

And two pairs of thin wings are also retracted behind her.

After that, one after another golden flame circles appeared in the void, unfolding around the puppet, and engraved mysterious magic patterns on her limbs and heart. It was like a quenched gold edge, faintly dissipating the residual temperature.

After that, it was all done.

The little puppet didn't look like it was made, it was more like a kind of magic that created a life contract.

Fang Yu put down her hand, and she also landed gently.

It's like a father and a daughter, but there is always a curtain call for the performance, and the puppet girl carries a skirt with layers of silver leaves and bows slightly to everyone.

Tata also stopped.

She looked at the puppet girl in front of her, who was half a body taller than herself, but what she was staring at with her emerald green eyes was like a long time ago. It had been a long, long time ago, and she remembered the craftsmen she had gazed at in the crystal.

That's how life is made.

They call the dragon soul life.

Fang Yu raised his head at this time, the faint silver light in his eyes dissipated layer by layer, and he looked at the people in the square with some calm.

The emotion in my heart was a little difficult to express for a while.

There are few people who are not captivated by such beauty. Because the work that people did in that era can also be called a kind of art.

That's what alchemists have been looking for all their lives.

Beauty from creation –

There was silence in the square.

People can't even believe that they can see such alchemy in their lifetimes.

It was like a poem, a dream, and the skill they had seen before was nothing compared to it. No, it should be said that the existing fairy skills in the world are like children's graffiti in comparison.

Slap, slap, smack-

Suddenly there was a sudden burst of applause in the square.

Fang Yu looked in that direction with some surprise, but saw his teacher, Mr. Ander, and the old man clapped at him with a relieved smile. As if he didn't need the response of others, the applause was crisp and powerful, echoing in the square.

Then a second applause sounded.

Soul Fingerprints, Chickpeas, Mu Lan, Dill and Cui Yu.

More applause rang out from the crowd, it was Sky Blue them. Fang Yu saw Sylvide, and there was a faint smile in the eyes of the nobleman's daughter, she turned her head suddenly, but immediately turned back.

I wiped the corners of my eyes with my hand, but I was still smiling.

Fang Yu felt a faint warmth flowing through his heart.

More and more applause was ringing from all sides of the square, from less to more, and finally gradually converged into a storm that swept everything.

Everyone was applauding, and in the middle of the crowd, Sky Blue only clapped her hands red with excitement.

And in the midst of this storm, only Rollin remained motionless, and he looked at all this with some indifference, as if he did not have any experience.

Pudra watched this scene from afar, his face pale.

In fact, the results are already clear.

The staff took the lead in giving Fang Yuan's results.

One hundred.

Another perfect score.

But there seemed to be no look of surprise on the audience, and the square was quiet, and there was not a trace of exclamation, as if everything was supposed to be so.

And that's the scariest part -

The audience in the live broadcast room was still a little unsatisfied until this moment, competing to ask about everything that happened before. What is that? There is such alchemy? What happened before? Is Ragnarok's boss really a puppet?

Instead of bringing a puppet to the scene?

Perhaps because it is so amazing, many people's minds are still blank.

Su Changfeng lowered his head and saw that his communication crystal lit up, showing the communication ID of Xingmen Port. Ambassador Liao's serious voice came from inside: "Lao Su, you must find a way to keep that person." ”

"I already know that there are people on the American and British side, so you have to hurry."

"I understand."

Su Changfeng took a deep breath.

In fact, there are too many surprises in his heart, but every time, the other party will still bring him bigger surprises.

The moment he saw Fang Yu's move, he also understood what Odin and the others had done mysteriously a few months ago—the Hall of a Thousand Gates. These people were really getting bolder, and he could almost predict that the other party was hiding the most crucial information from Xingmen Harbor.

But it's okay, the results are good.

As he walked forward, he picked up the communication crystal: "Attention units—"

In the crowd -

Sophie inadvertently turned her head and saw the familiar face not far away, and her face couldn't help but change slightly. She looked ahead and saw that many people in the crowd were walking against the current, towards the center of the arena.

She was born in a military family, and immediately understood what was coming, and subconsciously wanted to get her own communication crystal. But a hand came out from behind and held her hand—a tall lady of swordsmen there looked at her with a smile and a bright gaze:

"Miss Sophie, don't embarrass us."

"Sister Bai Jia......"

Sophie replied curtly, a little embarrassed.

The female swordsman looked at her, then at Akane on the side, revealing a sly gaze and smiling slightly.

Unaware of this, Fang Yu was dealing with the staff, who looked at him with a strange gaze, as if trying to identify the strange person from whom the main general of Ragnarok had emerged.

One of them was the same high-ranking craftsman he had met before, who smiled and bowed his head as he passed by.

On the other hand, Rollin's results were also given soon.

91 points.

As soon as the results came out, there was some discussion in the square for a while.

Because according to the total score, the two teams were tied for a while. No one expected this result - because as a rule, there is no such thing as an extra race.

In the event of a tie, it will be up to the judging panel to discuss who will win the final prize.

Of course, this discussion is not determined by personal subjective likes and dislikes, but there are many relevant criteria.

However, even so, a draw in the Artisan Tournament is still rare.

Inside the box, Count Cillin Sbicca was silent.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although the scores of the two teams are tied, it is not because Luo Lin and Fang Yu are on the same level. It's just that the other members of Raganrok's team are too low-level and drag the latter back.

But this shows its strength, with the power of one person, dragged three mediocre teammates all the way to the finals, and forced the internal champion into a draw.

This is still in the case of the Shadow Throne and the Elffindor Council taking out such an unpopular realm as the Great Wizard and the Elf without warning.

If the other party wasn't a wizard, it would be a slap in the face of everyone sitting there.

Who would have thought that in this game carefully prepared by the earl, the protagonist would be reduced to a backdrop in the end?

In fact, Lord Count already had some bitter feelings in his heart at the moment.

It's not that he doesn't know Fang Yuan.

In fact, the daughter of the Albert family also brought the other party to visit her.

But he once thought that the other party was just a person who could only talk about it and had a false name. Silvid said he wanted the young man to finish the Seven Seas Traveler, and he almost scoffed.

Who does he think he is?

But he never expected that it was himself who was really scoffed at.

He was a little annoyed in his heart, but his thoughts became clearer, and he realized that he might have fallen into a bad deed.

Lord Earl clenched his fists, looked at Ander who was walking in, and couldn't help but say lightly to the other party: "Master Ander, this time you are too much." It's not just me who is humiliating right now, it's the Elffindor Council. ”

Ander looked at him and shook his head: "George, craftsmen speak with strength. Besides, it's not what I meant, it's Sylvid's arrangement, have you forgotten your brother? ”

When the Earl heard the other party call him by his nickname, he couldn't help but pause, and most of the anger in his heart was extinguished at once.

This old man was his father's best friend during his lifetime, and when he was young, he had never studied alchemy under the other party. It's just that since the death of his father and the other party's departure from Van Rik, the relationship between the two sides seems to have weakened a lot.

He took a soft breath and sighed, "How could I forget ......"

"I know you're not bad, George," replied Ender, "and I know you have concerns, so I didn't force you to do it, but don't forget that we owe that little girl a favor." ”

The Count nodded slightly.

"I understand."

"If you understand," said Ender, "but I'm not here to discuss this with you today, I want to talk to you about your student, Rollin." ”

Hearing this, Count Cillin-Sbicca looked up at him.

On the field, because Count Cillin Sbicca has not given an opinion, the judges have also argued with each other, and they have never been able to come up with a unanimous opinion.

Which side won this game?

And since no one could convince anyone, in the end, the judges had to give up the dispute and leave the result to the highest ranking person in the current council.

Due to the absence of the current Speaker Sonam Gangmei, this power was finally passed into the hands of the old Speaker.

The old speaker looked at the opinions of both sides and couldn't help but raise his snow-white eyebrows.

There was a bit of chaos in the square, and everyone seemed to be waiting for the final result.

And he thought carefully for a while before getting up from his position and stepping off the stage. With a smile on his face, the old man raised his hand and let the applause in the square gradually subside.

He turned around again, smiled at the other plover and nodded to Rollin, and then turned away.

"First of all," said the Speaker of the Chamber, speaking toward the square, "we would like to thank Mr. Rollin and Mr. Ed, as well as the other players, for the wonderful game they brought us. ”

His words drew a round of sparse applause.

But the old man didn't mind, and only looked at Rollin: "But I especially want to thank Mr. Rollin—"

There was a moment of silence in the square, and people waited with some surprise for his follow-up.

For a while, they even thought that the old man was going to choose Rollin to become the champion.

"This old fool!"

Sky Blue almost jumped to her feet.

But the old speaker seemed to have swept away the previous confusion at this moment, and replied softly: "The skill of the fairy craftsman came from the end of the Noumerin era, it was born from the hand of a great alchemist, but it is our mortal craftsmen who really carry it forward. ”

"But sometimes we can't help but wonder what kind of light this skill will shine in the hands of elves?"

He paused slightly:

"And today, we have the answer."

"It is such a coincidence that history allows us to see in the hands of Mr. Rollin what kind of light will the precious heritage from the previous era bloom when combined with our craftsmanship today?"

The old man walked slowly up to Rollin and looked at the work.

"Flawless."

He exclaimed.

"The elves' skills give it impeccable quality, and under such craftsmanship, it is already the limit of what humans can achieve."

But the old speaker changed his words: "But do you know where you lost, kid?" ”

Rollin was stunned.

But his expression immediately returned to normal, coughed lightly, thought for a moment, and nodded silently.

The old man nodded slightly: "Good boy." ”

He turned around to look at Fang Yuan's work.

Fang Yu was so nervous that he was to death.

He was afraid that the old man would ask him what the name of the work was.

Fortunately, the other party's fickle gaze was just like looking at a rare treasure.

"The craftsmanship of the Guta people was passed down about two centuries ago."

"It is no exaggeration to say that although we have the Cirrin-Sibika family and legendary craftsmen like Luo Zhen, the Star and Moon School's attainments in fairy craftsmanship are far ahead of that of Kaulin-Ishurian."

The old speaker said lightly.

His self-denial remarks caused a commotion in the square.

Vikki and his party in the distance listened to it, and they couldn't help but feel both proud and a little disappointed, proud that it was the alchemy they had inherited, but disappointed that they did not have the depth of an outsider like Luo Lin.

Fang Yu couldn't help but look at the old man with some admiration.

In the world of craftsmen, truth is always greater than everything, yes is yes, no is no, there is no room for flickering words. Being open to acknowledging your own shortcomings is sometimes a driving force for progress.

"Can I see her?" He asked Fang Yudao.

Fang Yu nodded.

The old man examined the doll with some solemnity.

Seriously, she is not without flaws, and even inferior to the meticulousness and flawless quality of Rollin's work.

It can even be seen that the techniques of the craftsmen who make her are still immature and immature, especially under such strict scrutiny, those subtle differences will be magnified thousands of times.

But she's different—

It is no longer a difference in quality, but a transcendence in craftsmanship. Just like the most flawless stone tools, they can't compare to the worst of steel.

Not to mention that it's not clumsy.

The old man picked up the doll and showed it to everyone in the square.

"But in fact—whether it's the elven skills of Kaorin-Ishurian, the elven skills of the Star and Moon School, or the elven skills of the Oshu, Rotaoo, or Paparals, they are all of the same origin."

"I'm sure you've guessed what I'm going to say."

"That's the Silver Tower—"

He glanced at Fang Yu gently, and said slowly:

"The art of the Silver Tower is unique in this world, and we once thought that this precious knowledge had been lost. But thank you, Mr. Eide, for bringing it back from the dusty past......"

"It will be an immeasurable treasure in the world of alchemy."

"She's certainly not perfect."

"But it still can't be defeated."

"Because that's the alchemy of the Tower of Silver."

The old man said softly.

His eyes looked at the two of them one by one, and he suddenly felt a little relieved, probably seeing the future of Kaurin-Ihurian. He turned around again and said to everyone, "That's why I'm going to give this result." ”

"This game, I declare, the winner is-"

But he wasn't done.

Because a gloomy voice rang out: "Wait." ”

People looked back and saw Pudra, whose face was sinking like water, walking in from the sidelines. The Potions Master of Elffindor glanced at Fang Yu meaningfully, and said slowly:

"Before the results are announced, I recommend canceling all the results of the participating team, Ragnarok."

As soon as he said this, he said.

There was an immediate uproar in the square.

……