Tang Xin looked at his expression and angrily said: "Pigeon Fang, what are you thinking about again?"

"No, nothing."

Tang Xin didn't believe him, glanced at him with a huff.

But after a while, the girl sighed, her tone softening: "Next time, be more careful. How did I end up with such a clumsy cousin like you."

Fang Hong felt he wasn't clumsy, but he could hear Tianlan and Ai Xiaoxiao giggling and rolling with laughter nearby. He turned to see their two small heads squeezed together, Ai Xiaoxiao laughing and saying to him: "Big cousin, you're famous this time."

"There are really a lot of people in the community talking about you, don't mind Tangtang's stubborn denial; she's actually very good to big cousin. She's always defending you online."

"Ai Xiaoxiao, shut your mouth!"

Frightened, Ai Xiaoxiao darted out.

However, Tianlan wasn't too scared, sneakily pulled a page from her system and placed it quietly in front of Fang Hong.

When Fang Hong looked, he found it was a hot post on the community, detailing their experiences in Fanric. Naturally, he was the undeniable protagonist of these accounts, from discovering the Dragon Worship Sect's conspiracy to facing off against Nikopolas, everything was described in detail.

However, despite the detail, the poster cleverly avoided most of the critical information, greatly protecting the privacy of him and the members of the Adventure Group.

Still, after reading it a few times, he felt the post exaggerated his story a bit, depicting him as a one-of-a-kind hero, even though most of it was true in Fang Hong's opinion. But even he felt a bit embarrassed by some of the fabricated parts.

For instance, things like battling Nikopolas for three hundred rounds. He raised an eyebrow at that — in reality, if Anluose hadn't arrived in time, he would have been torn apart by Nikopolas, let alone fight for three hundred rounds!

Not to mention fighting Nikopolas for three hundred rounds; even controlling a Dragon Knight to perform three hundred actions would probably exhaust him to death.

But when Tianlan scrolled to the bottom of the post for him to see, Fang Hong nearly fell off the bed. He checked several times to confirm that the post was indeed written by Tang Xin.

And the title of the post almost made him blackout:

'The Hero of the Battle of Fanric I Know, Pigeon Fang.'

"Tangtang—!"

Fang Hong took a deep breath, wondering about the title. Was it praising or dissing him, or some kind of sarcastic loyalty? Tang Xin had already noticed Tianlan's little gesture and rolled her eyes, saying:

"Why are you yelling? Aren't you going to negotiate with the military? I'm helping you build your image."

She gritted her teeth: "It's a pity those people don't appreciate it."

Fang Hong was puzzled, then looked below at the community comments, which were nine out of ten of a single line:

"I get the logic, but why is this pigeon so big?"

Fang Hong was dumbfounded.

He felt his lifetime reputation had vanished overnight.

After night fell, Big Cat People and Atira, along with Luo Yu, came for the shift change, but the Papalarians also insisted on coming, probably because their captain's unfortunate appearance seemed amusing to them. Naturally, with them came Xiangzi.

The two had somehow grown very close, inseparable from each other.

The moonlight outside was like a hook.

Reed opened the window for a glance, habitually took out his pipe from his pocket, but under Atira's icy stare, cautiously extinguished the match. The Big Cat People casually placed the pipe gently by the bedside and said to Fang Hong, "In some parts of the Far South, people use tobacco leaves for medicine; it might benefit you."

"Of course, according to your Holy Chosen ones, it's best not to fill this place with smoke, so I think we can compromise, letting you look at this pipe."

"See, isn't it beautiful?"

"Look more; it might help with your recovery."

Fang Hong felt something was off with this conversation.

But the Big Cat People's tone shifted, and he began speaking about recent events in Fanric.

"Pudra has committed suicide."

Fang Hong's attention was immediately drawn. Although he had anticipated it, hearing the news still slightly surprised him: "When did it happen?"

"This morning," Reed replied, "he starved himself to death. This morning, people found his body in the cell."

"The body?"

"A prison guard found it, and the body didn't last long, the person said they saw it dissolve into black light spots and disappear. But after that, they couldn't find any trace in the nearby Holy Sanctuary."

"Today, there wasn't just Pudra who died," Atira also spoke up, "News from the east says a Praetor was assassinated by unknown individuals, seriously injured and couldn't recover. Although they might have a chance for revival, the situation there has become extremely tense—"

Fang Hong fell silent for a moment.

He vaguely felt that Pudra's death might not symbolize the downfall of the Dragon Worship Sect's conspiracy.

Because the situation in the Southern Region seemed to be gradually exceeding their original expectations.

He learned from Hilveld that not long after the Nikopolas incident, the Elfendo Council had already uncovered the truth about the Master of Magic Potion's collusion with the Dragon Worship Sect and jailed him. Then the council, in conjunction with Stargate Port, began to investigate the entire incident.

The Shadow Throne was naturally the first target, but the results were surprising. Including the Master of Magic's students, the investigation revealed that very few members of the Shadow Throne participated in this incident, not even the higher-ups.

Moreover, the team accused of cheating during the joint event by the Shadow Throne and Elfendo Council was only involved in bribing staff, resulting in just a one-year ban as punishment.

This outcome undoubtedly couldn't silence the public.

The higher-ups were also dissatisfied; thus, they began investigating the Alliance's upper echelons under this pretext. However, just as this investigation began, without any results yet, the Alliance's operations in the Southern Region had already come to a standstill—

And this halt didn't calm the situation in the south. Instead, it left everyone with a sense that the impending storm seemed even closer.

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