Pillar of Yita

”Hello, my name is Ade,” Fang Hong extended his hand to the peculiar youth.

The reason he deemed the other as peculiar was due to his eye-catching outfit: a black trench coat tailored to fit, adorned with gold-plated hollow buttons and flamboyantly accessorized with copper chains, a wide belt crossed over the waist, with a gold branch lily emblem at the end of the looped belt.

The saw-toothed collar stood up like bat wings, with only a blood-red scarf at the chest area, making him look exactly like a vampire.

Yet, paradoxically, he wore a musketeer hat, one side of the brim rolled up, adorned with a bunch of bright red plumes, and his face half-covered by a black leather mask, revealing a pair of wary heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one green.

Facing Fang Hong, who wore a half silver mask and a similarly styled Alchemist’s coat, the two complemented each other, though it was excessively juvenile. Fang Hong was worried that such a person might be difficult to get along with, but unexpectedly, the other party also extended his hand without hesitation—with leather gloves on—and shook his hand.

”I am called Xiangzi, an emotionless assassin.”

Fang Hong froze there for a moment.

As he shook the other’s hand, he barely managed a forced smile, ”Alright, welcome to our team.”

Then he quickly turned to look at Grant, seeking help with his eyes—Are all members of your guild like this? Embarrassed, Grant blushed and pulled him to one side, whispering, ”He is from Lonely White Field, he hasn’t joined our Rain Listeners.”

”He can enter the Storm without joining your Rain Listeners?” Fang Hong asked curiously.

Grant lowered his voice, ”He is a newcomer picked from the community by Lonely White Field, not a trainee from the Rain Listener training camp, do you understand? The Invoker’s qualification was also obtained through connections from the guild by Lonely White Field, but of course, if he performs exceptionally well, he can still join the Storm.”

Fang Hong immediately thought of the relationship between Lonely White Field and R, feeling a curious sense of history repeating itself. He turned back to look at the youth, who stood alone without any sign of discomfort, holding a black short staff, tilting his head and curiously observing Mr. Greyrock.

On the other side of his belt, a sword firmly sheathed in a dark leather scabbard, the end of which sported a golden flying dragon, extravagantly out of place.

Wielding both a staff and a sword was unheard of; however, everyone who dared to do so from ancient times to the present was a major figure, Fang Hong took a sharp breath. But after having been through the baptism of War Lizard Prince Tainaric, even if the other party claimed that the sword was merely a decorative piece, he would accept it calmly.

Fang Hong also glanced at the other’s Magic Guided Reactor, which was neither too big nor too small, and was shocked that the other had modified the Magic Guided Reactor so much that he almost didn’t recognize it, a perfect Gothic style with lots of complex and unnecessary decorations.

And hidden under the lavish gold-plated carvings, Fang Hong took a while to discern that it was a black Fractal Magic Furnace, WNR direction—Magic Guided Conductor/Musketeer type, below even hung a pair of retracted hand crossbows, the bow arms modified into the shape of double wings, resembling a pair of upside-down bats.

This combination of Musketeer and Magic Guided Conductor was something Fang Hong had never seen before; he wondered how the other balanced shield, evasion, and blocking. Though Rashen of the Tip of Thebes was also an all-around type Chosen, the other had his own special skills and talents that were never made public to achieve this.

What an odd person, Fang Hong thought.

However, he trusted the judgment of Lonely White Field; they had, after all, been able to discover a talent like R from the masses, and today could similarly bring forth a comparable newcomer. However, the battle at Pegasus Bridge left a shadow in his heart, hence he must have entrusted the other to him, though Fang Hong still felt the other was somewhat overly optimistic about him.

Though he could not claim his promise was as good as gold, from the moment he accepted the blueprints from Lonely White Field, he was determined to keep his word.

”What direction is his Magic Guided Conductor?” Fang Hong turned back and asked again.

”You actually noticed he has more than just Magic Guided Conductor level?” the deputy chairman of the Rain Listeners was also surprised.

”Force Field System,” Xiangzi turned back and said from afar, ”I am a Power School Magician.” He waved his hand, and a rock from the forest soared up and flew towards them, then heavily landed in front of the two.

”Did you hear that?”

Fang Hong asked in surprise, he and Grant were more than ten meters away from the other, and earlier he was just talking to Grant in an ordinary tone; even an elf couldn’t hear from so far away, right?

He couldn’t help but glance at the other’s heterochromatic eyes, the gold and green pupils were actually a symbol of the Divine-Demon Lineage, which was not uncommon in Eteliria; those often mentioned as born in a certain year were typically a typical Divine-Demon Lineage.

In other words, Prince Tainaric was also a special type of Divine-Demon Lineage—Dragonkin, of course, Dragon Valaric was not quite a true deity. In Eteliria, Divine-Demon Lineage was a distinct group, but their powers were actually no different from ordinary people, just more beautiful, with specific magical talents, this group mostly resided in Saint Hugon, of course, Chosen were not subject to this restriction.