Lord Earl clenched his fists, looking at Ande who was walking in, and couldn't help but say lightly: "Master Ande, this time you've gone too far. It's not just me who's embarrassed, but also the Elfendo Council."

Ande looked at him, shook his head: "George, craftsmen speak with strength. Besides, this isn't my doing, it's Hilveld's arrangement, have you forgotten your brother?"

Hearing the other person call him by his nickname, Lord Earl was momentarily stunned, and most of the anger in his heart was doused.

This elder was a close friend of his father. When he was young, he had learned alchemy under him. But ever since his father's death, as the other had left Fanric, their relationship seemed to have waned.

He took a soft breath and sighed: "How could I forget..."

"I understand you're not inherently bad, George," Ande replied, "I also understand you have concerns, which is why I didn't force you to act at the time, but don't forget, we both owe that little girl a favor."

The Earl nodded gently.

"I understand."

"It's good that you understand," Ande continued, "but today I'm not here to discuss this matter with you, I want to talk about your student, Mr. Roland."

Count Westwood Sibika raised his head to look at him upon hearing this.

In the competition field, since Count Westwood Sibika had not given his opinion, the judges argued endlessly among themselves and couldn't reach a consensus.

Who really won this competition?

Since no one could convince anyone, the judges ultimately gave up arguing and left the decision to the one with the highest council status.

As the current Speaker Sonan Steelbrow was absent, this power finally went to the Old Speaker.

The Old Speaker looked at the opinions from both sides, raising his snow-white eyebrows slightly.

The square was a bit chaotic, and everyone seemed to be waiting for the final result.

After thinking carefully for a while, he stood up from his seat, then stepped down from the platform. A slight smile appeared on the elderly man's face as he raised his hand, allowing the applause in the square to gradually quiet down.

He then turned back, first smiling and nodding to Fang Hong and Roland before turning around.

"First," the Old Speaker addressed the square, "we must thank Mr. Roland and Mr. Ade, as well as all the contestants for bringing us this wonderful competition."

His words prompted a smattering of applause.

But the old man didn't mind, he just looked at Roland: "But I especially need to thank Mr. Roland—"

The square grew silent, with people waiting for his next words with some surprise.

For a moment, they even thought the old man was going to choose Roland as the champion.

"That old fool!"

Tianlan almost jumped up.

But at this moment, it seemed the Old Speaker was dispelling his previous confusion, as he softly replied: "The craft of the Fairy Craftsman comes from the late Numelin Era, originating from the hands of a great alchemist, but it was the craftsmen among us mortals who truly carried it forward."

"Yet sometimes we can't help but wonder, if this craft were in the hands of the elves, what brilliance would it radiate?"

He paused slightly:

"And today, we have an answer."

"History is such a coincidence, allowing us to see from Mr. Roland's hands how the precious heritage from the previous era, combined with our modern craftsmanship, could shine with such brilliance?"

The old man slowly walked in front of Roland, gazing at that piece of work.

"Flawless."

He praised it.

"The elf's craft has endowed it with impeccable quality, under such craftsmanship, it has already reached the limit of what humans can achieve."

But the Old Speaker changed his tone: "But do you know where you lost, child?"

Roland was taken aback.

But his expression quickly returned to normal, he lightly coughed, thought for a moment, and silently nodded.

The old man nodded slightly: "Good child."

He turned around only to look at Fang Hong's work.

Fang Hong was nervous to death.

He was afraid the old man would ask him what the name of the work was.

Fortunately, the elder's eyes, which were changeable, seemed to only be looking at a rare treasure.

"The crafts of the Ancient Tower People were roughly passed down from two centuries ago."

"Without exaggeration, even though we have the Sibika family, and craftsmen like Luo Zhen, the Star and Moon School's attainment in fairy craftsmanship far surpasses that of Colin Ishurian."

The Old Speaker said plainly.

His self-revealing words sparked a commotion in the square.

Vikki and her party in the distance listened, unable to feel both proud and somewhat disappointed. Proud because it was the alchemy they had inherited, but disappointed because they hadn't mastered it as deeply as an outsider like Roland.

Fang Hong also couldn't help but look admiringly at the old man.

In the world of craftsmen, truth is above all. Yes is yes, no is no, with no room for equivocation. Openly admitting one's shortcomings is sometimes a driving force for progress.

"May I take a look at her?" he asked Fang Hong.

Fang Hong nodded.

The old man solemnly examined the puppet.

To be honest, she wasn't flawless, not even matching the meticulousness and perfection of Roland's work.

It was even apparent that the craftsman's technique in making her was still somewhat unrefined and immature, especially under his stringent scrutiny, where those slight differences were magnified a thousandfold.

But she was different—

It was no longer a difference in quality but a transcendence in craftsmanship. Just as even the most flawless stone tool was no match for the crudest steel.

What's more, it couldn't be called crude.

The old man picked up the puppet, displaying it to everyone in the square.

"But in fact—whether it's the fairy craftsmanship of Colin Ishurian, the Star and Moon School, or the fairy craftsmanship of Osh, Rotao, or the Papalarians, they all originate from the same source."

"I believe you've already guessed what I'm about to say."

"That is the Silver Tower—"

He looked at Fang Hong gently, slowly speaking:

"The skill of the Silver Tower is unique in this world. We once thought this precious knowledge had been lost. But thanks to Mr. Ade, it was brought back to us from the dust of history..."

"This will be an invaluable wealth to the Alchemy Realm."

"She is, of course, not perfect."

"But still unbeatable."

"Because this is the alchemy of the Silver Tower."

The old man said softly.

His gaze passed over the two of them, suddenly feeling relieved, perhaps seeing the future of Colin Ishurian. He turned around again, facing everyone and declaring: "This is the reason I am giving this result."

"For this competition, I announce the champion is—"

But his words were not completed.

A gloomy voice interrupted: "Hold on."

The people turned around to see Pudra, with an ashen face, walking in from outside the field. This Master of Magic Potion Studies from Elfendo, gave Fang Hong a meaningful look and slowly began to speak:

"Before announcing the result, I suggest we first cancel all results of the team Ragnarok."

As soon as he said this.

The square immediately erupted in an uproar.

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