Why would it protect this island then?
More importantly, by sealing them, the victors, on the seventh level for five hours, this action undoubtedly intensified the competition below — but wasn't the other party's purpose to let more people reach the thirteenth level?
Now the only remaining issue is —
What exactly are the other party's purpose and motives?
And in this dark underground, who are the hunters? And who are the prey?
Fang Hong couldn't help but think of the Alice sisters, the only thing he didn't understand was why they had helped him earlier, aiding him and Hilveld in escaping from the grasp of the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team.
What exactly was their relationship?
Thinking of this, Fang Hong instinctively opened his communicator; the Communication Crystal barely lit up when Nikopolas's face, Princess of Silver Weslan with deeply furrowed brows, appeared on the other side of the Light Page.
And she seed sowhat anxious, imdiately saying upon seeing him, "You've co at just the right ti, Ade. Have you finished dealing with your affairs?"
"What's wrong?" Fang Hong was startled, vaguely sensing that sothing had happened.
"We encountered so attacks, these things resemble those you ntioned — I an, the Dragon's Servant," Sophie answered, "If you've finished your affairs, you'd better co over and take a look."
"..." Fang Hong was sowhat silent.
He had jokingly wondered if there might be a second Dark Dragon in this world.
But he had never imagined that his words would actually co true — not only might there be a second Dark Dragon in this world, but its identity might be more hidden than Nikopolas.
It was just a mont of distraction.
But Fang Hong knew ti was of the essence. He nodded imdiately and said, "I'm coming over, and there might be so things I need to tell you, but it's not clear here, I'll explain when I get there — and be careful, those Dark Creatures are hard to kill, try to protect our Priest."
On the other side of the Light Page, Sophie nodded slightly, then closed the communication page.
She paused for a mont, then turned around and looked up at a middle-aged man — more precisely, the projection of a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat, who despite his age, showed no signs of weakening harmonization with Starlight.
The man carried two black War Halberds, his eyebrows angled into his temples sharply like two swords, his temples slightly grayed but his bearing still as spirited as in his younger days, not losing any of his past vigor; even as a standard middle-aged uncle, he would probably still draw the gaze of many young girls on the street.
If Fang Hong were here, he would be sowhat surprised, for this middle-aged man was neither the current Chairman of Silver Weslan nor a high-ranking mber of the Club behind Silver Weslan, those were often exposed on TV and in communities, and Fang Hong would not fail to recognize them.
But in front of this middle-aged man, the Princess of Silver Weslan seed a bit uneasy.
The middle-aged man didn't care about Sophie, just looking in the direction the Light Page had disappeared, then asked, "Is that the kid who caused your accident?"
Sophie frowned, explaining, "It was just an accident."
"Then why does he wear such a strange mask, afraid to see ? A man should be bold enough to face up —"
"He's always worn that mask," Sophie responded irritably, "...besides, it's for so other reasons, related to the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team."
"He didn't have to use Mithril, did he? Is sothing wrong with this guy?"
"Dad," Sophie got a bit angry, "What sort of mask he likes to wear is his freedom, are you being ridiculous or what?"
The middle-aged man shrugged, "Alright, onto business. I heard you traded the Angel of Silver Weslan to him; surely you haven't used my influence, have you?"
"You're thinking too much," Sophie frowned, "What influence do you have? It was a fair trade, and frankly, Silver Weslan got the better end of it. When have I ever made a bad deal?"
The middle-aged man glanced at her, then smiled, "Well, my daughter should of course be so capable. Even allowing Silver Weslan to have you was a big advantage for them."
"Dad, what are you talking about?" Sophie's face rarely turned red, and she glanced at the Elentalist girl beside her: "There are other people here, keep spouting nonsense and I'll really get mad."
The Elentalist girl seed accustod to such scenes, rely smiling.
"I'm not boasting," the middle-aged man shook his head, "Non-aligned individuals are rare now, ah, people are not the sa as in the old days —"
"Su Changfeng!"
"Alright, alright, enough said..." The middle-aged man nad Su Changfeng awkwardly touched his nose, "But recently, indeed, there's such a guy who has caused us a lot of trouble."
Sophie was taken aback, "Non-aligned? What happened?"
Su Changfeng was startled, then realized his slip of the tongue and quickly coughed, "Don't ask, it's confidential."
"Tsk," the Princess of Silver Weslan sniffed indignantly, "I'm not interested."
Su Changfeng shook his head, then said, "Alright, enough chitchat. Girl, your people wiped out a whole group of the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team, and the opponents have complained to your higher-ups. The people of Silver Weslan couldn't handle you, so they ca to . Tell , what exactly happened?"
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