Fang Hong and the young man sat at adjacent tables, separated by the candlelight on the wooden table and watched by two Dwarf Guards with Sentinel Helts, only able to stare each other down with big eyes and small eyes.
"Just you wait, I'll beat you so bad even your mom won't recognize you," the young man wiped soup from his forehead with his hand, utterly disgusted, while he ground his teeth and spoke.
"Likewise," Fang Hong retorted without any better mood. He had hit his head on the ground when the Dwarves pushed him down, bruising a large area. Clearly, he felt this account should also be settled with the other party.
The Dwarf Referee shook his head at the two problem children.
He ca over and, looking up at Fang Hong, said, "If the person from the Artisan Association doesn't co back, then you still have plenty of ti to adjust your condition—"
What he implied was that Fang Hong should go get himself so at least reasonable Equipnt. Although the competition stipulated that participants could only use their own or their team's equipnt, there was still ti before the official match for them to use the prize money from the preliminary rounds to do sothing about it.
Fifty thousand Lycel was not too much, but also not too little.
Fang Hong understood the goodwill and quickly nodded his head.
The young man wiped his face with a towel and subconsciously wanted to mock the situation when he saw this, but Wu Di, standing beside him, patted his shoulder and shook his head. The young man, obviously very convinced by his own partner, closed his mouth.
The Dwarf Referee then asked, "Are you interested in working for the Colin Comrcial League after the competition ends? You know, we are the largest comrce organization in the Cloud Sea Region, and we are always generous in nurturing truly talented newcors. Plus, Combat Artisans are the most welco presence in any comrce guild and fleet."
'Dang—'
Hudi suddenly dropped his cup to the ground. Startled, he quickly picked it up with a flustered and apologetic deanor.
But the others didn't notice his action. Tianlan, Gita, and Luo Yu all stopped and looked at the Dwarf Referee in surprise, then at Fang Hong—except for Atira and the Papalarian Crossbowman, because they were not locals.
Even the young man from the Silver Forest Spear was almost the sa, digging in his ears, almost thinking he had heard wrong.
No one was unaware of the imnse entity that the Colin Comrcial League was in the Cloud Sea Region; its influence in this area was probably only second to the Artisan Association and the Colin Ishurian Alliance itself.
Even the Rainbow Alliance couldn't be compared with it—the forr was not only wealthy enough to rival nations, but it also had the support of the Colin Royal Family behind it, a force not to be taken lightly in the political landscape of the Alliance.
Most of these Dwarves ca from the Elpaxin Comrce Alliance Council, so the Dwarf Referee was essentially representing the council of the Colin Comrcial League, what an honor it was. The council of the Colin Comrcial League was a purely administrative body and thus seldom recruited external administrative staff, let alone facing Chosen ones.
Several gazes converged on Fang Hong simultaneously.
But Fang Hong paused for a mont, then asked in return, "But aren't I a Chosen one?"
This response almost made Tianlan faint, thinking, "What exactly is Brother Ade thinking? I really want to pry open his head and see how he can be so remarkably and outstandingly obtuse."
The Dwarf Referee, however, was very patient and replied, "What does that matter, young man? There are many Chosen ones working for the Comrce Alliance. This is a free organization, where people co together with the common goal of yearning for wealth and collectively building the bustling economic order of the Cloud Sea—Colin Kingdom, regardless of background or origins."
"As if," everyone thought. It was possible for many Chosen ones to be working under the comrce guilds of the Colin Comrcial League in short-term jobs like rcenaries and guards. However, the council of the Comrcial League was an exception. It wasn't just Chosen ones; even people of status needed a referral to work in the council.
From what the Dwarf Referee ant, he was offering to be Fang Hong's referee.
Gita was sowhat curious. To be a referee in the council of the Comrcial League, one had to be at least a high-level person. Could this Dwarf Referee be so prominent figure or official of the Colin Comrcial League?
Fang Hong was actually sowhat tempted. He wasn't completely ignorant of the Colin Comrcial League and understood its scale. Moreover, being an Alchemist was a profession that inherently consud a lot of money and ti, a life profession that was essentially prepared for large guilds and organizations.
But rights and obligations often went hand in hand—
Staying in the Comrcial League might solve imdiate problems, but in the long run, it would only be a constraint. He wouldn't always stay in the Cloud Sea; Fang Hong knew what he was pursuing in his heart, and it was sothing he could never give up—his dream.
Moreover, that was his promise to Miss Sicape and to the people of Morning Dawn Star.
He was silent for a mont, but ultimately shook his head, "Sorry, I still prefer the adventurous life, Mr. Referee."
The Dwarf Referee looked at him, silent for a mont.
In his rich life experience, this was the first ti he had t soone who declined his recomndation—so decisively, without even taking much ti to think. He subconsciously stroked his pointed beard, unable to distinguish whether this young man's decision stemd from recklessness, naivety, or confidence.
Hudi watched Fang Hong with a complex expression on the side.
Tianlan forcefully twisted Luo Yu's arm, causing her to gasp in pain, "What are you doing?"
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