The two of them made their way along the red-gray rock face, grinding the rubble, leaving a trail of rustling footsteps behind them.

"The last time I saw him was seven years ago, and he went around a few times like me, and finally went to a small adventure party called NS. We haven't heard from each other since, and the last thing I heard about him was that he seemed to be the leader. ”

Fang Yu knew that although Aitaria had a crystal communicator, the communication distance was limited. People are generally connected through the community, and as long as they have an ID in the community, they can contact each other through communication between the two worlds.

So he asked, "Don't you have each other's community IDs?" ”

"He wasn't in the community before with Aitalia's identity, and he may have changed his community ID after that, and I didn't expect him to use his real name again. I've changed the communicator myself a few times, and few of the people I knew earlier remember me now. ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Fang Yuan. His identity will be recognized by a strange boy he has never met, he has both surprise and a hint of comfort in his heart, although he may have been forgotten by most people, but there are still people who recognize him.

That was probably the only reason he was still in this place, and he found that his dream of the Chosen One had not been completely extinguished, but at least there was a glimmer of hope.

But that expectation didn't push him to make much of a change, because it was too late.

He's no longer young—

And Fang Yu lowered his head, thinking about something else in his heart.

In fact, the name can be duplicated in the community, and the real way to distinguish the identity is the numerical number of the glow communicator. However, if the communicator is damaged or lost, the new identity will not inherit the previous information.

Unless it's added manually, it's possible to do the kind of thing that Lonely White Wild said. After losing a common goal, the people who had known each other drifted apart, each looking for their own way out.

Day after day, until we forget each other.

He couldn't help but sigh.

During the First World War of Pegasus Bridge, it was like a flash of genius, and his indomitable enthusiasm left a deep impression on his young mind. And ten years have passed, and the original protagonists are now competing for nationality, as if they are strangers to each other, staggered, and they don't know each other.

Fang Yu looked at the lonely white field, the latter, who was nearly thirty years old, was actually not too big, but in Aitalia, this was already the last situation of the Elector. KUN, who was even younger than him at the same time, is now semi-retired.

It's only ten years, which is only enough for him to grow from a child to a teenager, but for the super competitive drafter, it is already a long life cycle.

But what will he look like ten years from now?

Will you stand on top of this world like KUN?

Or with another teenager I didn't know, I looked back and walked like this, and my memory was full of colors like yellowed pieces of paper. The wonders of the past are like words that exist in an unfamiliar book.

Fang Yu suddenly found that he was not a little confused in his heart, just as the big cat man said, when he came here, everything pointed straight to his heart. Success or failure, that's just the final result, but he believes he won't make a decision that he regrets.

That was his most basic confidence.

Lonely White Nono continued, "I heard you mention R, and I just remembered this incident a little. He was the youngest member of us back then. But his talent was so good that I thought—"

He suddenly closed his mouth, as if recalling the past, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Fang Yu couldn't help but think back to the battle ten years ago, indeed, among the little-known squad, except for the lonely white field, only the boy with the ID name R left the deepest impression on him.

His rank was the lowest in the group, but his performance was the best, even far surpassing the solitary white field in front of him at the moment. The lonely white field was remarkable in that battle, but the final hesitation destroyed all possibilities, and he was most sorry for R.

But R told him in a private message from the community that he could understand the other party's choice. Although it was that choice that determined the path after the two, it seemed to be a completely different dividing line.

Let them stand at opposite ends of the turning point, with a dim light on one side, separating them from the brightest starry sky.

Lonely White Paused for a moment before he continued, "It was a very coincidental occasion that I met R, and I saw him posting in the community, just when we needed a combat craftsman in our team. M had just disbanded, and our team was nothing more than the fantasies of a bunch of like-minded teenagers, with no funds or fame, and it was not easy to have a combat craftsman to favor him, so I sent him a letter asking if he would like to join, only to learn that he was not the Chosen One-"

Fang Yu raised his head.

This scene is somewhat familiar, almost exactly like his encounter with R. I don't know if it's an accident of history, or if the other party did it intentionally, or maybe it's out of the memory of the past, so that this chance fell on me.

"After a few exchanges, I found out that R is a real genius, at least a theoretical genius. Therefore, I used some old connections that still existed in the original guild to help him get the identity of a Drafter - of course, at that time, the rules of the Super Athletic League were not as perfect as they are now, and the identity of a legitimate Drafter was not as expensive as it is today. ”

Fang Yuan's mouth widened slightly, and then he realized that there was such a relationship between the Lonely White Wild and R, if it was placed today, it would be almost equivalent to the grace of reinvention among the Electors.

And even in those days, it was very rare.

But it turned out that the vision of the lonely white field was not wrong, and if it wasn't for that boy, their team wouldn't have gone as far as they had behind.

However, everything had become a blur, Fang Yu looked at the lonely white field, and suddenly understood the words that the other party had not spoken. He hadn't contacted anyone else before, presumably because of the guilt in his heart for his companions, and the so-called change of community ID was actually just a pretext.

"I remember R as a combat craftsman." Fang Yu opened his mouth, he had watched almost every game of the other party, and of course he understood the composition of that team.

Lonely White No. nodded. "He's a genius, I've always thought he should be higher than KUN's achievement, I've never seen a combat craftsman with that talent, and he never knew what giving up was, our team was supposed to be the first step from his starting point."

"But no, where did he go?" Fang Yu couldn't help but ask again.

The lonely white field still shook his head.

He suddenly stopped, took out an object from his bosom and handed it to Fang Yuan: "This thing was sent to me seven years ago before he left for that adventure group, and it was a souvenir of my rookie era and my trainee era that I gave him. I thought he was giving it back to me to express his displeasure at the Battle of Pegasus Bridge, but today I understood what he meant. ”

Fang Yu looked at the rusty dagger, which was engraved with the seal of the seven stars of Xingmen Harbor, and a line of small characters:

. M, the Lonely White Field.

Both the former and the latter seem to have been forgotten in history.

He looked at the other party with some puzzlement, not understanding why Lone Shirano gave him the dagger, although he was nominally half of R's student, the latter never admitted to it.

What's more, he and Gu Bai Ye have only just intersected, and as for those worship emotions, they have only met for the first time today.

But Lonely White Wild didn't take back the dagger's meaning, but slowly told another story.

He looked up and asked, "You should be curious about what happened between the Rainhearer and the Blood Oath, right?" ”

Fang Yu nodded.

In fact, he can't say that he is curious, but since he is involved in it, he naturally has to understand the cause and effect.

"Actually, I've more or less guessed a little bit about the Rainlisteners," Lonely White no replied, "As early as half a year ago, there were signs of a split within the club, when a group of people left the club's top management, and this matter once caused a stir within the Rainlisteners Guild of Aitalia. ”

"But then something else happened that diverted everyone's attention, and that was the thing that the Blood Oath was looking for right now, and that was actually a broken map—"

"A mutilated map?" Fang Yu asked rhetorically, another term keenly remembered in his heart.

Obelisk.

If he remembered correctly, Azure had told him that there was also a mutilated map on the obelisk beneath the abyssal sea. Could it be the same picture? If so, isn't it connected to Attila's brother and their adventure group?

He frowned slightly,

But he heard Gu Shino continue: "Yes, a map, contained in a black box, I saw it two months ago, so I am sure. It was transported from the south of the kingdom, and I knew about it because the brigade was the escort of the box at the time—"

"Escort? Is it a mission assigned by your guild? ”

Lonely White Wild shook his head: "I'm sure it's not our guild's thing, because I've seen the client. They seem to be Istanians, do you know which desert people, some of them are said to be descendants of dragon slayers. ”

Fang Yu had a faint feeling in his heart that the fragments and clues were connected by invisible threads, and the changes in the Kaulin-Ishurian Kingdom in the past six months, from the Changxia War, the changes in the Grand Guild, to his encounter in Dorifin, were actually the same event behind the scenes.

Of course, this was only his guess, and he had to make sure that the map was the one on the obelisk. The expedition party in which Miss Atira's brother was a member was heading beneath the Abyssal Sea near Gulla, and it was certain that it was in the northern part of the Cloud Sea, not in the same direction as the Silver Sands of Istalia.

He was silent, only listening to the lonely white field continue. The latter seemed reluctant to talk further on the map, and only said, "We swore an oath to the Blood Pact while escorting this box. It's just that at the time, I thought that the other party was just taking on a task opposite to ours, so I didn't think much about it, after all, there is always cooperation and competition between the Aitaria guilds, especially between one region, so it is not uncommon for conflicts to occur-"

"But no one expected that the other party's purpose was not that, they were really coming for that map. As a result, the conflict between the Rainhearer and the Blood Oath intensified until it was on the verge of war. ”

"But it's just an escort mission, how can it be worth it? Normally, in such a situation, the senior management of the club or guild should start the negotiation, but what everyone did not expect was that this time the attitude of the senior management was extremely resolute. Others are not without doubts about this, but they are all directly suppressed by the club. ”

"The voice of the club actually represents the voice of the shareholders and investors behind it, and since they are willing to accept losses, the guild naturally has nothing to say. But no one expected that something like this would happen after that—"

Fang Plover found.

When describing these things, Lonely White does not have much sense of substitution, as if he is always standing as a bystander. Obviously, either the club's performance chilled him, or he didn't feel much of a sense of belonging to the rain listeners from the start.

But who isn't?

Perhaps the only place in his heart that should belong is only called VEM, a name that only exists in history.

Fang Yu understood that these things that the other party said were the secrets of the rain listeners.

Although whether this guild is still necessary to exist now, it is still a question in itself-

However, he knew that this was clearly due to the benefit of their Vice President Grant, and the professional ethics of these older generation of Drafters were commendable, even if they didn't have much sense of belonging to a guild.

But not to betray the guild's secrets.

Except, of course, for a few of the scum.

"In other words," Fang Yu then asked, "Actually, your vice president doesn't know where the guild leaders have gone?" ”

Lonely White Wild shook his head: "There are several vice presidents of the Rain Listener, and Grant is in charge of newcomer training, although it is important, it is not the core in the guild originally. The real core people have long since disappeared at this time. ”

"Then what are you doing here, he came to this place with three training camps and your brigade members, there must be a purpose?"

The Lonely White Wild was silent for a moment.

Then he slowly replied, "He didn't say it explicitly, but I could understand his thoughts." The so-called chairman asked him to come to this place just as a pretext, and his real purpose was just to keep the name of the rain listener alive. ”

Fang Yu paused for a moment.

How can a guild that has disappeared collectively at the top of a club survive? The best outcome of it is simply to be dismantled by the Super Athletic League, dispose of the negative equity, and resell the remaining valuable parts to other takeovers.

As for whether it was still a rain listener at that time, or even whether it was still called by this name, and what its original members should do, it was an unanswered question.

And the bad result -

It's nothing more than being swallowed up by other guilds.

Just like it is now.

"This idea is too naïve, even if the Super Athletic Alliance agrees," Fang Yu took a breath: "Don't you think there is no problem?" Without the support of the club, you are a free guild, but the Blood Pact will give you room to stand? ”

"It's not impossible, though it's slim." Only then did the lonely white field reply.

Fang Yu looked at him curiously, waiting for his next step.

"Here's the answer, Trial of the Dragon." The former said: "If the man he chooses can prevail from the trial, we can get Magrei to fulfill one of our requests." ”

"One requirement?" Fang Yu asked, "Is it possible to bring your guild back from the dead?" Even if it is a green dragon that rivals the wealth of the country, it does not have the ability to intervene in the affairs of the Elector, right? If it is the Kaulin-Ishurian kingdom that makes a move, there may be a slight possibility. ”

"Of course it's not that outrageous," Lonely Shirano shook his head, "There are many restrictions on the so-called fulfillment of requirements, but technically it is indeed possible, and the rainhearer can ask for shelter." At least in Fenris, the green dragon's shelter is everything, even if only for a year-"

"But a year can change a lot of things," Fang Yu took his words: "I see. But it's still too ideal, will the Blood Pact give you this chance? ”

Lonely White Wild shrugged, that wasn't something he could decide.

Fang Yu looked at the dagger in his hand and asked, "Then what is this dagger——? ”

"I want you to do me a favor, Eddard." Only then did the lonely white field speak.

"Helping you?"

But the Lonely White Wild shook his head.

"No, it's not the rain listener, it's me."

……