The live broadcast room was still immersed in heated discussions, until suddenly, someone asked:

"Wait a minute, does anyone count points?"

"Points, what points?"

"Average, the effective score of both teams."

"What's the point of this, is it possible to ......"

Most people were silent for a moment.

Everyone typing in front of the screen suddenly pulls out a piece of paper as if they were obsessed with it—or is opening a calculation software. They quickly wrote down on the light screen, on scratch paper:

The highest scores of both teams are negligible.

In the first round, Elite scored 91 points and Raganrok scored 80.5 points.

In the third round, Elite scored 92.4 points and Raganrok scored 97.3 points.

In the fourth round, Elite scored 90 points and Raganrok scored 97.7 points.

At this point, people subconsciously stopped their pens, and most of them were slowly raising their heads and staring at the points on the screen with incredible expressions. It's just a simple calculation, so simple that many people can quickly come up with the answer by mental arithmetic:

Ignoring the highest score of 96.1 points, the Elite scored 91, 92.4, and 90 points, and the final effective score was 91.1 points. Raganrok's score, ignoring the highest score of 98.6, scored 80.5, 97.3, 97.7, and the average score was 91.8.

When these two sets of numbers come together, many people are subconsciously at a loss -

It's like their thinking has become dull for a while, and they have inadvertently ignored an important fact - what does it mean for Elite behind the two defeats?

In all fairness, the Elite score at this level of difficulty is impressive enough, except for the last one that is subpar. But none of this can bridge the gap between the two cold numbers.

91.1 vs. 91.8.

The difference of one decimal place is enough to change the outcome at this moment.

Even this result is so bizarre.

Raganrok knocked out Elite?

It was like a bombshell detonating in the live broadcast room, blowing away all the barrage, scattered and silent. The narrator opened his mouth a few times, and finally a guest cleared his throat and coughed, helping him round the scene:

"Really...... It's unexpected......"

But it's more than unexpected.

The wandering horse was actually the first to calculate the result, but he didn't announce the result in his live broadcast room-

He wasn't there at the time.

Not even in Van Rik.

It was just a mountain forest surrounding, and the wandering horse silently put down the quill in his hand, and looked at the crystal image with infinite emotion - the square plover standing in the crowd. There, the boy was looking at the results on the scoreboard with his head held high, a mature smile and a light sigh on his face.

Somehow.

The wandering horses remembered the race in Elpahim.

He was the first of all to understand this, who was that miracle worker?

Van Rik, the square is quieting down a little.

The crowd from Isis was also looking up at this scene, looking at each other with a look of incredulity.

"Really won?"

They also asked around.

"How is this possible, they weren't so good when they played against us!"

"It's so damnning, they're clumsy!"

But in the ranks.

It was only the tall young man, with the all-rounder in his hand, who was looking at the projection on the sky dome - not moving.

In the wafting light and shadow, the beauty of alchemy is unfolding in a poetic way—a formula that is extremely simple—but also a process that is extremely complex, and its final crystallization is like a crystal crown.

Extremum.

But that's no coincidence.

He strode forward suddenly.

"Captain?"

Leave a puzzled crowd behind

……

There was a quiet silence in the box.

Falaise quietly looked at the fluttering pages, opened them one by one, and closed them again. Open it again and close it again. He looked up with a strange and uncanny look in his eyes.

"So, who can tell me it's just a coincidence?" A senior craftsman couldn't help but shake his head and smile when he saw this scene.

There was also a page in front of him.

On the thin form, clearly write:

In the first round of the audition, he scored 98.5 points.

In the second round of the audition, purified materials, the score was 98.5 points.

……

Until the second round of the qualifiers, the plug-in was made, and the score was 98.5 points.

The numbers were exactly the same, and he looked at them several times before he confirmed that he was not mistaken. It wasn't just him, but for a long time in a huge box, there was only the rustling of pages - and no one announced the results of the game outside.

People seem to have forgotten about it.

The old speaker also had a piece of paper in front of him, and he looked at the paper and shook his head with a smile:

"This little guy is really an all-rounder."

It was written on the paper:

Quarterfinals, crystal making, score 98.6 points.

He pointed to the score and couldn't help but smile and asked, "Guys, guess what's going on with that extra 0.1 points?" ”

His snow-white eyebrows gathered together to form a curved arc, and he said, "The young man is quite alert—"

The crowd burst into laughter.

It's just a pity that my brain can't turn around.

Ander's eyes were on the sky, and he told himself that he must not admit that this was his hapless student—only when he looked back, Farlaise was looking at him strangely with one hand twisting his sharp beard.

"Do you believe it's a coincidence?" The gnome president turned and asked the others.

"Unless he's the illegitimate son of Lady Luck."

There were Mordra's believers in the hall, and they were immediately furious: "Damn, you will be cursed by the gods if you say that!" ”

"I'm just making an analogy."

"Not an analogy."

The old speaker patted the table and motioned for everyone to be silent: "Then who knows who this young man is?" ”

There was silence.

Farlais looked back at Ender, but Ender didn't speak. Fales thought for a moment, but did not answer, he looked behind him, glad that Elpahim's men had been out for a while and had not returned.

The old speaker turned the page on the table, raised his head, and looked at everyone with a fierce gaze under his snow-white eyebrows. He asked, "Well, do you know where this lad came from?" ”

"He and Raganrok's men didn't arrive together in Van Rik."

"Someone saw Raganrok go to the docks to pick people up."

People picked up the scattered information and replied.

The old speaker waved his hand and told them to stop the meaningless statements. The old man pressed his thumb and forefinger against his eyebrows, rubbed it lightly, and then spoke: "With his technical level, is it possible that this young man is the one behind the scenes?" ”

"How is this possible?"

"How old is he?"

"So your Excellency can do this at such an age?" Someone lined up a few pages of paper, and the rows of identical points were slightly glaring.

The man was speechless.

"Actually, it's not him, just ask."

"Don't even ask," someone said, "don't we have another game?" ”

Only then did the old speaker open his eyes and feel that this proposal was somewhat reliable. He turned around and asked if Raganrok had made it to the next round, and was immediately answered in the affirmative, Raganrok had already defeated Elite to advance to the next round.

By a narrow margin.

"So be it."

He banged on the table and made a decision.

Although Sonam Steelbrow is the current speaker of the Elffindor Council, in the absence of the latter, Ander Uriel pretends to be a transparent person on the side, so everyone is also looking forward to the old speaker for a while.

"They're getting your students to the next one." Falaise suddenly whispered to his old friend on the side.

"yes, I know." Ander replied thoughtfully.

"You're not worried?"

"What am I worried about?"

Falaise gave him a strange look before he whispered, "Did you know that your student participated in a competition in Elpahim?" ”

"What?" Ender was stunned.

And the old speaker turned around at this time and saw the two whispering.

But he didn't know what the two guys were discussing, so he just pretended not to care, "Falais, I remember that there is still a seat for election in the Elfindor Council?" Since it's all about bringing glory to Kaulin-Ihurian, how about our Elffindor Council choosing this young man? ”

"Don't even think about it," Falais jumped to his feet, covering the stack with his hands nervously, as if it were the list of candidates. Although everyone is in the Kaulin-Ishurian alchemy circle, there are still organizational and regional differences.

He looked at the other man, then at Count Cyrin Sbicca, "Wait, I have to warn you—don't you have that young man named Rollin?" ”

The old speaker was stunned when he heard this.

After the match in El Pahin, Kaulin Ihurian managed to win a place and add a place to the main event.

Of the two places, one belongs to the General Chamber of Kapuka Artisans, while the other is elected by the royal family.

Traditionally, one-third of the team should be from the Goland Craftsmen's Guild, one-third from the Southern Alchemist League, and the remaining one-third from the Elector's Guild.

It is also an expression of the concept of Kaulin-Ihurian as a multi-ethnic state, which is inclusive.

The quota belonging to the Goland Artisan Association is usually allocated directly from the General Assembly, but if there are no suitable personnel, a selection competition will be held to select outstanding talents directly from the competition. Like this exhibition match in Van Rik at this moment.

As for the three lists that belong to the Elector's Guild, they are being competed by the major guilds themselves, but those who have this ability are basically some old faces every year - usually either the crown of the silver forest or the elite.

However, this year, there was a dark horse that squeezed Elite off the altar. That's why the Elite had to fight their way out of the exhibition match with the teams of the Raganrok guild. Speaking of which, this dark horse Fang Plover also knows, that is the guild where Kita and Luo Yu are located, his old acquaintance - the Oak Knights.

That's why people can't believe that Elite has had two upsets. Once at the hands of the Oak Knights, and once at the hands of Raganrok, if it weren't for the continental league, it would be an unpopular match.

I'm afraid that the relevant news has detonated the community.

Returning to the theme, the three places in the south belong to the three aristocratic families of Sirin-Sbicca, Maud Caesar and Erwin. It's just that the Cillin-Sbicca family and the Elffindor Council share glory and disgrace, and the two have long been indistinguishable from each other.

Therefore, it is reasonable for the old speaker to say that there is a seat for the council of Alffindor.

Just listening to Falais's words, the other party was a little hesitant for a while, and turned to look at Count Cillin-Sbica. The Earl was frowning, he had already recognized Fang Yu as the young man who had been with the little girl from the Ma Wei family in the manor yesterday.

He had seen each other at the time, but at that time he was full of thoughts about Rollin, and he didn't pay attention to it.

To be honest, there was a hint of hesitation in his heart.

"Rollin could have taken one of the two spots in the exhibition match." The old speaker reminded his students in a low voice.

But the Count shook his head: "This young man can too. ”

When he said this, he actually meant to deny it.

The old speaker sighed, but could only nod.

The Council of Alffindor is advancing and retreating together, and of course it will not tear each other down in these small matters.

Seeing the two of them's expressions, Falaise knew that his plan had worked—compared to Count Cillin-Sbicca's concerns, he didn't care if Fang Ou and Rollin were the heirs to the elven inheritance.

It's just that as the leader of the Korin-Ishurian Craftsman Association, he needs more excellent players to participate in the upcoming continental league.

Of course, everyone has selfish intentions.

Farlais also wished that these outstanding players were selected by the Goland Craftsmen Association.

Speaking of which, it occurred to him that he hadn't seen the game that the Elpahim had said. He looked at the stacked forms on the table, on which each person was densely packed with points, and his heart couldn't help but move.

I thought to myself that I should look for what the game was like at that time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the old guy on the side.

But Ander raised his head: "Speaking of which, this quota in Phoenix City hasn't been used for many years, right?" ”

Falaise looked at the latter in surprise.

Count Cillin-Sbicca also raised his head: "The quota of the Mordekaiser family has indeed not been used for many years...... However, their relationship with us is ......."

Ender glanced at him and shook his head: "They really weren't interested in this, so they decided to give me a spot this year." ”

"What!?"

Ander looked around at everyone lightly: "Maybe I can nominate it alone." ”

Farlais opened his mouth wide.

The surprise on Count Cillin-Sbicca's face was particularly evident, and he opened his mouth, but did not make a sound. The old speaker on the side couldn't help but ask, "Ande, are you going to discuss it with everyone?" ”

Ander shook his head: "Maybe not. ”

……

Of course, Fang Yu didn't know that he was inexplicably already on the list of the main competition of the Continental League, and he was nailed down.

He had come to this tournament to fulfill his promise to Odin, and on the other hand, it was a sudden change at last night's banquet. Finding a way to defeat the young man named Rollin in the final and gain control of the Rose Workshop is his main goal.

As for the main match of the Continental League, he actually didn't think about it at all.

At the end of the game, the people in the square were still talking.

It took a while for the tournament to announce the result of their match against the Elite - of course, the result was actually very obvious - in addition to the commotion outside the arena, the Elite side had actually accepted this reality.

Virus appeared very calm, and only brought the crowd to shake hands with them one by one.

The mood of the other people is quite stable, and although the people of Elite are a little unwilling, they are not revealed.

Fang Yu was only worried that Liuliyue would cause some trouble with the other party, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that although this guy had a stinky face, he was also decent. But she never expected that when Liuliyue walked in front of 'Former Years', she looked at the other party's outstretched hand, and suddenly replied:

"Silly ×."

Then staggered past each other.

This made the other party tremble with anger, and if it hadn't been for Virus grabbing him, he would have almost been able to go up and die with Liuliyue.

Fang Yu also sighed when he saw this scene, the king of foul-mouthed people in his team was really worthy of his name.

However, when it was his turn to shake hands with the other party, Fang Yu suddenly felt that he had been pitted by Liuliyue - it was a virus, a goddess who didn't smile, and her ability to make people unable to get off the stage was one of the best in Aitalia.

If the other party made a sarcastic remark, he was afraid that he would run away. If you try to fight back, not to mention whether it is the opponent of this iceberg goddess, just the other party's fans are enough to drown him alive with a mouthful of spittle.

But before he could finish thinking about these things, he felt a cold hand take his hand first.

It was not so much a handshake as a cold pair of pincers clamping him down.

With the level of the virus, he was naturally not allowed to break free.

Fang Yu was startled and hurriedly raised his head to look.

But just as she saw Virus's cold eyes, she was asking in a characteristic calm tone, "How much good has Odin given you?" ”

"Huh?"

Fang Yu was suddenly stunned.

"Come to the Elite," Virus said, "I'll give you double the benefits, and I'm not going to tell anyone else about Fenris." ”

After speaking, she let go of Fang Yuan's hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Think about it." ”

Then he turned away with the crowd.

All that was left was the glasses that had fallen all around.

"I'm not mistaken!" Chickpea almost dropped her jaw to the ground: "The goddess of icebergs has spoken to you, why, your relationship with Princess Sophie is so good?" ”

He couldn't help but look at Fang Yu left and right: "I think you're not as handsome as me." ”

The fans of Elite in the live broadcast room were even more mournful.

How can this guy be virtuous? Why did the goddess of icebergs actually look at him differently?

However, Fang Yu himself didn't feel any honor at all, he looked at his hands, and couldn't help but wonder if he had to think about how to leave this place. He didn't come up with it when he wanted to.

How did you get seen through by the other party?

But what Fang Yu obviously didn't realize was that he didn't know that Virus was just one person who saw through him.

At this moment, Su Changfeng was silently walking to the corner of the arena and looking in this direction from a distance. After a while, he picked up the communication crystal in his hand and whispered: "There is still one last game, each team pay attention and prepare to enter." ”

"'Protect' good targets—"

……

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