Pillar of Yita

The atmosphere in the livestream room was so silent it seemed almost frozen. After experiencing such twists and turns like in a movie, people momentarily didn’t know what to say.

The two guests and the commentator were even more embarrassed, after all, the conversation involved both the Super Competitive League and the military, and the two seemed to be on opposing sides. The three could only awkwardly chat about the weather, pretending it was very interesting, which was truly hard to watch.

Fortunately, no one was paying attention to them at that moment; everyone was collectively doing one thing — sharing.

Since the government intervention took control last time, the league hasn’t regained governance over the community, so currently, the community remains in a stage of rampant growth. Posts related to the topic are rapidly increasing, and the views on trend-setting posts quickly rose from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

If you could look at the detection data backstage, you would see keywords such as ’Morning Dawn Star Incident,’ ’Elpaxin,’ ’Continental League,’ and ’Genius Alchemist’ appearing repeatedly at high frequency.

However, the term that truly rose to prominence —

was another word: Mount Holy Pact.

In the forest, a pair of calm eyes were reflecting the shadows of clouds and light from the sky, attentively looking at each word on the light screen, and these words were mirrored in those silver eyes, gently flashing.

Miya perked her ears before lightly closing the Light Page, walked over, and pulled out the Crystal Dagger embedded in the tree trunk — green blood was sliding down its semi-transparent blade.

A trace of melancholy flashed in her eyes, unsure if Fang Hong’s choice was right or if her indifferent attitude towards it was too cold, but once choosing such a path,

it was destined to be difficult to turn back.

Perhaps that little fellow hadn’t understood this yet.

She looked again at her Communication Crystal, hesitated for a moment, but finally picked it up.

After a moment, she closed the communication once more —

Then looked to the side.

”Little White.”

”Little White, what are you doing?”

”Nothing.” Baihua warily looked at her sister.

”You’re looking at the community, right?”

”Does this have anything to do with you?”

”Why do you look so guilty?”

”Crazy,” Baihua glanced at her: ”Also, I’m not called Little White.”

The livestream was also drawing more and more attention in Elpaxin.

And a young man from a lumberyard near Dolifen was stopping with his companion, looking up at the projection in the sky, seeing the familiar face, he couldn’t help but gently clench his fist.

”Chris, why aren’t you moving? The apprenticeship assessment is about to begin.”

The young man turned around, nodded: ”I’ll be right there.”

But he couldn’t help recalling everything that happened that day.

Mr. Ade went to the Southern Region, others must be there, too, right?

But he didn’t know if Chief Protector was also there; he heard he left Elpaxin earlier, but he had asked Lord Aquitez, and the latter had been evasive about it.

Is everyone still seeking the truth of Dolifen?

He thought silently.

Chris took one last look at the scene in the projection, then turned and headed towards the Artisan Association.

Behind him, there — more citizens were indignant — the Super Competitive League and the Prime Minister’s side were actually giving Elpaxin’s hero a hard time? Those who witnessed Fang Hong turning the tide at the Continental League now became his staunchest supporters.

”Go protest at City Hall!”

Someone shouted.

The crowd immediately responded:

”The Prime Minister’s party is just misleading the public!”

”Don’t they know who saved Colin Ishurian’s face in Elpaxin back then?”

”Outrageous.”

A procession headed towards City Hall.

Meanwhile, on Fenris Isle.

Hudi was watching Miss Spoon standing on the rocks nearby, he turned back, and Hes said to him worriedly: ”Hudi, will Mr. Ade be in danger?”

Hudi looked at the situation in the Projection Crystal and gently shook his head: ”Don’t worry, nothing can trouble Mr. Ade.”

Hes recalled everything about Dolifen and couldn’t help but smile.

”Indeed.”

She looked softly at Hudi: ”Hudi, where are we going next?”

”To the Southern Region,” Hudi replied without thinking: ”From there to Saint Hugon.”

”I promised to take you to the Hill of Trees.”

”And maybe see Mr. Ade and the others?”

”If possible.”

Hudi thought for a moment before answering.

There, in the distance, clouds floated like the sea.

...

”George?” Ande turned and looked at Count Westwood Sibika who had suddenly stopped.

The Earl shook his head and gave a wry smile: ”Master Ande, the situation has already become like this. If the Council doesn’t stand on his side, no matter how hard we try, it might be futile. Besides, Rolin...”

Ande paused, pondered for a moment, and asked: ”So, you are still willing to trust Rolin?”

Count Westwood Sibika sighed: ”We are Alchemists; Alchemy is ultimately a discipline that seeks truth. Without factual basis, nothing holds. Perhaps your concerns have some reason, but—”

He looked up: ”I agree to stand by you and Ade, but that young man might truly be an outstanding Alchemist. Yet, by the same logic, I am willing to trust Rolin, he won’t be associated with the Dark Giant Dragon...”

Ande was silent for a while, then sighed deeply: ”Alright, George, I hope you’re right.”

The old man turned back.