The light in the crystal gradually faded and the surroundings became dark.

Someone put down the crystal and looked up at his companions. Several intertwined gazes in the darkness asked each other about their opinions, but the people were silent and said without saying a word. After a long time, someone broke the silence of death and said, "... They actually repelled the temple. I thought the 'Gray Whistle' was crazy. Why did he trust each other so much...?"

"After all, he is Dorifin's hero. Over the past year, their legends have been widely circulated in the northern region. Those legends are true and false, and some are too exaggerated to people, but the facts once again prove that those brave and fearless young people have indeed existed in such a city."

"But they were not them a year ago. A few young people saved a 'city', solved a mystery that had been unsolved for thirty years, and saved thousands of souls from the conspiracy of the Dragon Worship Cult. Do you really believe it? I heard that the Oak Knights of Tapolis were also involved, maybe they..."

"Not them," sat in the dark a young man in an alchemist coat, looking at everyone with a bright look, although there were only three silver stars symbolizing the apprentice on his neckline. He shook his head gently and replied firmly: "Not the people of the Oak Knights of Tapolis, although they did participate."

"Chris, you heard that your logging farm was nearby when that happened. Have you heard of any inside story?"

The young man smiled: "I wasn't there at that time, but I've experienced that escape. I heard that the Oak Knights were too busy to take care of themselves, and someone helped them. It was exactly the same as the ones sung in those stories. Of course, few people have seen those heroes."

"Well, Chris, what is that adult opinion?"

"Everyone, isn't I the best answer here?"

The person who asked the question was silent for a moment before turning back to look at the others: "So should we take action and not let the 'Grey Whistle' act alone? Now that the temple has retreated, have we seen that opportunity?"

People were talking a lot.

The young man sat silently among the crowd, looking at everyone quietly in the darkness.

Few people have seen those ‘heroes’.

But this does not include him-

Chris silently placed his hand on his chest, on the cold craftsman badge, recalling the rainy night that had been gone for a long time. The dark night, the silver thread formed by the rain, the undead washed by the rain, and the beating flames.

With everyone who fled.

He still remembered his state of mind at that time, and obtained the ecstasy of redemption from one step away. Those who have experienced all of that will never forget the golden light that fell from the sky.

The flame tongue spit out of the structure is like a whip of flames and the night is saved by everyone in the logging field from a dangerous situation.

That night could even be said to have changed his life.

‘It’s you, sir—’

‘Do you... recognize me?’

He still remembers the dry conversation.

The other party was even a little smaller than him, with a look of surprise on his face, he put away the clockwork fairy in his gloves, and looked back. He later met many masters, and in the Elpahin's craftsman association, there were even famous seniors like Merryfin and Arquette, but they could no longer compare to the excitement in his heart that night.

‘Sir, I, I know you…’

That was the young man who defeated the Guta people with one force.

But he didn't expect that so many things would happen after that, from Dorifin to Fenris, the other party was the goal he was pursuing. Although that goal was getting farther and farther away, in his heart, it always guided his direction like a beacon.

Now he is a qualified alchemist apprentice, and with the recommendation of Lord Dicket, he continues to study under Master Meriffin. After that, he has seen a larger market and experienced many things. He is no longer just the young man who was born in a logging field.

But, does the other party still remember himself?

Chris touched the insignia with his hand and took it away:

"Mr. Dictor..."

"Mr. Hu Di..."

"Mr. Ed, are you all still in peace?"

"Now, I have embarked on this path like you."

He raised his head and looked out the window. In the dark night, the towering tower was reflecting a light white in the east. Dawn had arrived, and the light was gradually penetrated through the clouds, emitting a golden and red light. It was the last page of the night.

Everything is waking up.

...

The retreat of the Crow Claw Temple has brought a lot of topics to the other world.

In the next two or three days, everyone who followed this world discussed almost all the topics related to this battle. They had a fierce discussion and analysis around all this, around the Seven Seas Brigade, and around the amazing ability of the Redeemed and Fang Ling's combat craftsman.

Many screenshots and materials have emerged in the community, most of which are from the first perspective of square plucks, but some are from other participants in the battle. The paid video of the dwarves also received tens of thousands of subscriptions until the video spreads in the black market.

The latter was so angry that he cursed in public many times, believing that the thief was his lifelong enemy. He wanted to fight the disaster of the Crow Claw Temple, but he also firmly became enemies with these people.

Unfortunately, the dwarf's call did not receive much response.

However, in comparison, the scope of discussion among people is still limited to what they are concerned about. Outside of the scope of attention, the impact of this battle, in Aitalia and even the entire northern border, actually far exceeds everyone's expectations.

Even earlier than the analysts of the Grand Guild came to the conclusion, some sporadic resistance arose in the North, which may be inconspicuous in a broader perspective. They were just a small riot, a trivial uprising, a town declared independence, or a region that was out of control of the Raven Claw Temple.

But similar information gathered together like snowflakes, and an undercurrent had begun to penetrate.

But that turning point seemed to have not arrived as soon as the sporadic resistance arose and then disappeared. More eyes were still waiting and watching, hoping for the "disappearance of the night" - what is the gathering force left there after the battle in Gray Owl Town, what is their next step?

Only a few reports mentioned that the situation in the North is developing in a subtle direction, and it seems to be a situation where one moves the whole body. However, those few words did not receive the attention of the majority, and several pages of reports were piled up behind the huge amount of information and no one paid attention to it.

People only pay attention to the movements of the Grand Guild and further revenge with the Crow Claw Temple—

"They are thrilling in the flag of 'Covenant Hill', although it is exciting, but it may not be a wise choice."

"The contradiction between the alliance and the free-selected candidates has been further intensified. Their choice may be to force themselves to a dead end."

"No one wants to see everything that day happen again. The two alliances will never be indifferent. At present, they are not only facing pressure from the Crow Claw Temple, but also from the Great Guild."

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"They use of Covenant Hill may be for marketing sympathy or raising attention, but it is a bad idea."

There are also voices of opposition under the seemingly rational analysis:

"But I can't say that, the Witch of the Sea left a name under that post."

"The Witch of the Sea was only involved in the second Covenant Mountain incident. To put it bluntly, she is not a core member, and her relationship with the Dragon Alchemist is well known, perhaps just a private platform."

"But even if they don't use the 'Covenant Mountain' to build momentum, the Flores' descendants may not let them go. As far as I know, they have already started to mobilize long ago, and in this battle, there are also people from the other side, right?"

"These are two things. The strong side has more choices. As the weak side, you must try not to make mistakes in order to survive. It is obvious that giving the enemy a sarcasm is not the judgment that a qualified leader should have."

Although there are some replies below ridiculing him for promoting the logic of robbers, Zhu Jie didn't care. It was only his method, not his purpose, to analyze it above the community.

He never argued with these people because he thought his time was much more valuable than these stupid people. He opened the email, looked at the arrival information under the ID of "L500" before nodding and replied to BBK:

‘To be honest, I think you're making a big deal.’

The email lit up slightly, and the other party’s reply came very quickly:

'It's not your business, you just need to do things as we ask.'

Zhu Jie shrugged: "I naturally understand that you just want to stabilize the waiters."

'You know what to do, so far, the above are still very satisfied-'

He closed the email.

Although the Flores and the Alliance have not yet expressed their conclusion, few people understand how much the other party and those people attach to this "insignificant" incident. These insider information is just a gossip in the eyes of the melon-eating crowd, but in the eyes of them, such as "professionals", it is the way to survive.

He knew that there were many people in this community who were similar to him, including those who were opinion leaders and navy leaders, some of whom were fighting teams, and some were individuals. However, even individuals like him would have a close-knit team behind them.

Unlike others, he not only needs money, but also reputation. Because Zhu Jie always believes that his approach is much smarter than those who roll in the mud and water. Those people change their vests one by one, but there are always times when they fail.

He looked down on these people a little, believing that they were just a coolie who had changed his style, and in contrast, his offer was much higher, and often made the employer more satisfied.

He turned around and silently watched the discussion above the community.

There may be more conflicts next.

But as he analyzed, it is based on rational judgment to infer the direction of events, rather than sensual factors - the other side is not only the Crow Claw Temple, but also the Florids and Alliance, the more giant behind it - and even the Rainbow Alliance, may not be as neutral as they said.

He could not see any way to break the deadlock, and these people were basically dead.

But a discussion came into his sight:

"But can the Flores really ignore the temple of Marlan, Milera, and the three goddesses Aimeya, intervene? Have they considered the consequences?"

"These guilds have their own analysts. They should have judged the pros and cons, but we may not be sure of the specificity."

"This is the most curious thing. Who would have thought that the three goddesses Elpaxin's appearance was in line with everything that happened in the town of Gray Owl. What is the reason for this?"

"Maybe it was something that happened in Istaña..."

"I heard that a few months ago, something big happened there...is related to Ms. Marland's believers, and it is well known that the relationship between the Temple of Nature and this Lady Justice..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But what about Milera?"

"Isn't she inconsistent with Marlan?"

"Who knows this?"

...

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, Princess."

"Erna, you're here just right, how are Mr. Ed and the others now?"

Princess Rupert walked through layers of veil curtains and came to the hall, standing on the side of her half-brother, looking at Ms. Giant, who was already the vice president of the Questak Craftsman Association, who was wearing a snow-white coat, holding a thick stack of books and monocles of glasses, had a rare maturity and confidence on her body.

Alev pretended to look at the text in his hand, but when he heard Rupert's words, he couldn't help but quietly raise his head and look in this direction. In his dream, he could occasionally dream of the war-torn royal city, but now everything in Istani has calmed down, and where are the former friends?

A hint of joy flashed across Elna's face and replied, "I am about to talk to His Highness the Princess and His Majesty about this. Ed and his fellow soldiers have repelled the enemy."
To be continued...