Luo Lin coughed and put down the puppet in his hand. It was pitch black, with flame-like wings extending out, covering its delicate body.
The doll girl is almost perfect, with no flaws in the structure of its body; the face made of silver appears supple and flat; and the crystal in its belly has no impurities.
Its craftsmanship can be said to be at the pinnacle of this era. Under the same craftsmanship conditions at this level, no one can match it.
However, Luo Lin immediately put a fist to his lips and broke out into a violent cough. He nearly doubled over while coughing, and an abnormal flush appeared on his pale face. He let go of his hand, and his palms were bright red, but there was a faint feeling.
His eyes were almost empty, cold and indifferent, and he put down his hands as if nothing had happened.
He stood up straight, as if quietly waiting for praise.
But there was no expectation in his expression, instead he was a little indifferent.
But the playing field was a little quiet.
Luo Lin's piercing eyes revealed a hint of confusion, and he slowly turned his head in the direction of the audience's gaze.
There, there was a somewhat shocked look from Count Xilin Spica.
Sometimes, it is actually difficult for people to describe what they really saw. It is a quite novel experience. It is like light gurgling like water and passing away silently.
And in silence, a brand new world has slowly opened in front of the world.
It was a vein of light intertwining back and forth like a silver shuttle.
Two outstretched hands facing each other, one big and one small.
The light is connected between the two hands and shuttles through the fingertips of the index finger, middle finger and ring finger in sequence, forming a flowing network of light.
The masters of the two hands, one tall and one short, were facing each other. Fang Plover silently watched every movement of his Miss Longhun's hands with a focused and meticulous expression, while Tata raised her head, her eyes calm and quiet.
She raised her hand and stretched out her slender fingers.
A silver thread was flowing out through her fingertips, like a trickling star river, flowing in the endless starry sky.
And those stars are the temple of craftsmen.
The light veins form a connection between the two people, forming this picture like a star.
And every time it meanders, it will pass through a piece of silver wings. When countless silk threads are connected together, the wings will gather into a bunch of blazing silver fire.
It was just a wing as thin as a cicada's wing.
Without opening his mouth, Fang Plover stretched out his right hand and caught the light thread with his index finger. The light passed through a circular magic circle in his hand, and then passed to his left hand. Then from the fingertips of his left hand,
Optical flow is formed once.
The flow of light once again passed through the wings and returned to Tata's hands.
Like threading a needle and thread, the two of them said nothing but maintained a tacit understanding.
But in the eyes of others, this scene is completely different.
What people see more of is actually not like making a doll at all.
It's more like a silent stage play.
I saw countless silver threads pulled out from Fang Plover's hands, but I couldn't see the other end in the void. And countless threads were manipulated in his hands, only connecting each of the puppets in the magic circle.
part.
Every time the light passes through, it is like a torso connected by the soul, in which the doll is given life and gradually wakes up.
It was like a new bud, blooming.
It seemed to grow a torso, left hand, right hand, beautiful pupils, and long silver hair little by little. Fang Plover gently raised his right hand, and the doll girl stood up. In that moment, pieces of silver wings appeared.
They merge to form a long skirt like a flame.
And the two pairs of thin wings also folded behind her.
After that, one after another golden flame formations appeared in the void, unfolding around the doll, and engraving mysterious magic patterns on her limbs and heart. It was like a quenched golden edge, faintly dissipating the remaining warmth.
After that, everything was done.
That little doll didn't seem to be made, but more like a magic that created a life contract.
Fang Yu put down his hand, and she also landed lightly.
They are like a father and a daughter, but at the end of the performance, the doll girl holds up her skirt with overlapping silver leaves and bows slightly to everyone.
Tata also stopped.
She looked at the doll girl in front of her who was half taller than herself. What she was looking at with her emerald green eyes seemed to be a distant scene. It was a long, long time ago, and she remembered the craftsmen she was watching in the crystal.
This is how life is created.
They call the dragon soul life.
Fang Yu then raised his head, and the faint silver light in his eyes dissipated layer by layer. He looked at the people in the square calmly.
The feeling in my heart was hard to express for a while.
There are few people who are not fascinated by such beauty. Because the work that people did in that era can also be called a kind of art.
That is what the alchemists pursued throughout their lives.
beauty from creation
There was silence in the square.
People can't even believe that they will see such alchemy in their lifetime.
It was like a poem or a dream. The skills they had seen before were nothing compared to it. No, it should be said that the existing fairy skills in the world were like children's doodles compared to them.
.
Snap, snap, snap
Suddenly there was sudden applause in the square.
Fang Yu looked in that direction with some surprise, but saw his teacher, Mr. Ande, with a happy smile and applauding him. He didn't seem to need the response of others, the applause was clear and powerful, in the square
The previous sound echoed.
Then there was a second round of applause.
Soul Fingerprint, Chickpea, Mulan, Dill and Cui Yu.
More applause rang out from the crowd, it was Tianlan and the others. Fang Plover saw Sylvide. There was a faint smile in the eyes of the noble daughter. She turned around for a moment, but then turned back immediately.
He only wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, but still smiled.
Fang Yu felt a faint warmth flowing through his heart.
More and more applause sounded from all directions in the square, starting from a little to a lot, and finally gradually gathered into a storm that swept everything.
Everyone was applauding, and among the crowd, Tian Lan only clapped her hands red with excitement.
In this storm, only Luo Lin remained motionless. He looked at all this with a somewhat indifferent expression, as if he had no experience at all.
Pudra looked at this scene from a distance, his face turned green.
In fact, the result is already clear.
The staff took the lead in giving Fang Plover’s results.
One hundred points.
Another perfect score.
But people in the audience did not seem to have any surprised expressions, and the square was quiet and there was no sound of exclamation, as if everything should be as it should be.
And that's the scariest thing
The audience in the live broadcast room is still a little unfinished until now, and they are asking about everything that happened before. What is it? Is there such alchemy? What happened before? Did the leader of ragnarok really create a doll?
Rather than just bringing a puppet to the stage?
Perhaps because it is so amazing, many people’s minds are still blank.
Su Changfeng lowered his head and saw his communication crystal light up, showing the communication ID of Stargate Port. Ambassador Liao's serious voice came from inside: "Old Su, we must find a way to keep that person."
"I have learned that people from the United States and Britain have already passed over, so you need to hurry up."
"I see."
Su Changfeng took a deep breath.
In fact, he already had too many surprises in his heart, but every time, the other party would still bring him a bigger surprise.
The moment he saw Fang Plover take action, he also understood what Odin and others had mysteriously done in the Hall of Thousand Gates a few months ago. These people were getting bolder and bolder, and he could almost predict what the other party would do in the Star Gate Port.
Concealing the most critical information.
But fortunately, the result is good.
As he walked forward, he picked up the communication crystal and said: "Attention all units"
among the crowd
Sophie turned her head inadvertently and happened to see the familiar face not far away. Her expression changed slightly. She looked forward and saw many people in the crowd walking against the current towards the arena.
Go to the center.
She came from a military family and immediately understood what was going on. She subconsciously wanted to get her communication crystal. But a hand came out from behind and held her hand. A tall swordsman lady looked at her with a smile.
, bright eyes:
"Miss Sophie, please don't make things difficult for us."
"Sister Baijia..."
Sophie replied nonchalantly, a little embarrassed.
The female swordsman looked at her, then at Akane beside her, showing a sly look and smiling slightly.
However, Fang Plover, who was completely unaware of this, was dealing with the staff, who looked at him with strange eyes, as if they wanted to identify the strange person from whom this ragnarok general came.
One of them was the high-level craftsman whom he had met before. When the latter passed by him, he smiled and nodded to him.
On the other side, Luo Lin's results were quickly reported.
91 points.
As soon as the results came out, there was a lot of discussion in the square.
Because based on the total points, the two teams were tied for a while. No one expected this result because according to the rules, there is no playoff in the Craftsman Competition.
If the results of both parties are consistent, the jury will need to discuss who will win the final victory.
Of course, this discussion is not determined by personal subjective likes and dislikes, but there are many related standards.
But even so, ties in craftsman competitions still rarely happen.
In the box, Count Silin-Spika was silent.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although the scores between the two teams are tied, it is not because Luo Lin and Fang Plover are on the same level. It is just because the other players of raganrok are too low-level and are holding back the latter.
But this instead demonstrated his strength. With one person, he dragged three teammates with mediocre skills all the way to the finals, forcing the default champion to a draw.
This was despite the fact that the Shadow Throne and the Council of Elfendor had come up with large magic tools and goblins without any warning in such an unpopular field.
If the other party wasn't a prodigy, this would be a slap in the face to everyone sitting here.
Who would have thought that in this game that the count had carefully prepared, the protagonist would be reduced to a background in the end?
In fact, the Earl already felt a little bitter in his heart at this moment.
But it's not like he doesn't know Fang Plover.
In fact, the daughter of the Albert family even brought her to visit him.
But he once thought that the other party was just a person who could only boast and have a false reputation. Sylvide said that he wanted this young man to complete the Seven Seas Traveler, and he almost couldn't help but sneer at that time.
Who does he think he is?
But he never expected that it would be himself who was really scorned.
He felt a little annoyed, but his thoughts became clearer and he realized that he might have been tricked.
The earl clenched his fist, looked at Ander who was walking in, and couldn't help but said to him calmly: "Master Ander, you have gone too far this time. It is not just me who is embarrassed now, but also Ai.
The Council of Elfendor."
Ender looked at him and shook his head: "George, craftsmen speak with their strength. Besides, this is not my intention, but Sylvide's arrangement. Have you forgotten your brother?"
When the earl heard the other party calling his nickname, he couldn't help but be stunned, and most of the anger in his heart was extinguished.
This old man was his father's best friend during his lifetime, and he had learned alchemy from him when he was young. However, since his father passed away and the other man left Vanric, the relationship between the two parties seems to have become much weaker.
He took a breath and sighed: "How could I forget..."
"I understand that you are not bad at heart, George," Ender replied: "I also understand that you had concerns, so I didn't force you to take action at the time, but don't forget that we all owe that little girl a favor."
The count nodded slightly.
"I see."
"As long as you understand," Ander added, "but I'm not here to discuss this matter with you today. I want to talk to you about your student, Luo Lin."
After hearing this, Count Xilin Spica raised his head and looked at him.
On the competition field, since Count Sirin Spica never gave his opinion, the judges also argued with each other endlessly and could never come up with a unanimous opinion.
In this game, which side will win?
And since no one was convinced, the judges had no choice but to give up the dispute and leave the result to the person with the highest status in the current parliament to decide.
Due to the absence of the current Speaker Sonam Gangmei, this power was finally handed over to the old Speaker.
The old speaker looked at the opinions of both parties and couldn't help but raise his white eyebrows.
There was some chaos in the square for a while, and everyone seemed to be waiting for the final result.
He thought carefully for a while, then stood up from his seat and walked off the stage. A smile appeared on the old man's face and he raised his hands, letting the applause in the square gradually subside.
He turned around again, smiled and nodded to Fang Plov and Luo Lin, and then turned around.
"First of all," the old speaker said to the square, "we would like to thank Mr. Luo Lin, Mr. Ed, and all the players for bringing us such a wonderful game."
His words elicited a sparse round of applause.
But the old man didn't mind and just looked at Luo Lin: "But I especially want to thank Mr. Luo Lin."
The square was quiet for a while, and people were waiting for his next words with some surprise.
For a moment, they even thought that the old man was going to choose Luo Lin to be the champion.
"What an old fool!"
Tianlan almost jumped.
But the old speaker seemed to have swept away his previous confusion at this moment, and replied softly: "The skills of the goblin craftsmen came from the end of the Numelin era. It was born out of the hands of a great alchemist, but the one who really carried it forward was
We mortal craftsmen.”
"But sometimes we can't help but wonder, what kind of brilliance this skill would have if the elves had it in their hands?"
He paused slightly:
"And today, we have the answer."
"History is such a coincidence that in the hands of Mr. Luo Lin, we can see the precious heritage from the previous era. What kind of brilliance will it shine when combined with our craftsmanship today?"
The old man walked slowly to Luo Lin and stared at the work.
“Immaculate.”
he praised.
"The elves' craftsmanship gives it impeccable quality. With such craftsmanship, it is already the limit that humans can achieve."
But the old speaker changed the subject: "But do you know where you lost, kid?"
Luo Lin was stunned.
But his expression immediately returned to normal, he coughed slightly, thought for a moment, and nodded silently.
The old man nodded slightly: "Good boy."
He turned around and looked at Fang Plover's work.
Fang Yu was extremely nervous.
He was afraid that the old man would ask him what the name of this work was.
Fortunately, the other party's ever-changing gaze was like looking at a rare treasure.
"The craftsmanship of the Guta people was inherited about two centuries ago."
"It is no exaggeration to say that although we have the Xilin-Spica family and legendary craftsmen like Luo Zhen, the Star and Moon School's attainments in fairy craftsmanship are far ahead of Kaolin-Ithulian.
."
The old speaker said calmly.
His self-revealing words caused a commotion in the square.
After hearing this, Vikki and his group in the distance couldn't help but feel proud and a little disappointed. They were proud that it was the alchemy they had inherited, but they were disappointed that their mastery was not as profound as that 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 else. Yes means yes, no means no, and there is no room for evasiveness. Frankly admitting one's own shortcomings can sometimes be a driving force for progress.
"Can I see her?" he asked Fang Pliance.
Fang Plover nodded.
The old man inspected the doll with some seriousness.
Seriously speaking, she is not without flaws, and she is not even as meticulous and flawless as Luo Lin's works.
It can even be seen that the techniques of the craftsmen who made her are still somewhat immature and immature, especially under his strict eyes, those subtle differences will be magnified a thousand times.
But she is different
It is no longer a difference in quality, but a transcendence in craftsmanship. Just like the flawless stone tools are not as good as the poorest steel.
Besides, it's far from clumsy.
The old man picked up the doll and showed it to everyone in the square.
"But in fact, whether it is the fairy skills of Corin-Ithurion, the fairy skills of the Star and Moon School, or the fairy skills of Osu, Lotao or the Papalar people, they are all derived from the same source.
of."
"I believe you have guessed what I am going to say."
"That's the Silver Tower"
He gave Fang Plover a gentle look and slowly said:
"In this world, only the skills of the Silver Tower are unique. We once thought that this precious knowledge had been lost. But thanks to Mr. Ed, he brought it back to us from the dusty history..."
"This will be an immeasurable asset to the world of alchemy."
"She's certainly not perfect."
"But still can't win."
"Because this is the alchemy of the Silver Tower."
The old man said softly.
His eyes looked at the two of them one by one, and suddenly he felt a little relieved, probably seeing the future of Kaolin-Ishulian. He turned around again, faced everyone and said: "This is the result I want to give
s reason."
"In this game, I declare that the winner is"
But he didn't finish his words.
Because a gloomy voice sounded: "Wait a minute."
People turned around, just in time to see Pudra, who had a sinking face, walking in from the outside. The potion master of Elfendor gave Fang Plover a meaningful look, and spoke slowly.
:
"Before the results are announced, I suggest canceling all results of the participating team ragnarok."
