The elite teams from three countries entered the base brimming with curiosity.
First, they were curious about what had caused that commotion just now. Second, they wondered what the key figures who had taken part in the River of Forgetfulness Reform were actually like.
Would they be dazzlingly brilliant, reserved and mature, or mysterious and unfathomable? Though they had yet to meet, they all had to acknowledge one thing: those people were unquestionably geniuses.
They just did not know whether that great reputation contained any falsehoods.
"Duke Slyder, what sort of people are Hold Up the Heavens? Why won't you say anything about them, and why were you so opposed to leading this team?"
An innocent, carefree girl gave the sour-faced Duke Slyder a puzzled look.
Slyder's face darkened. "Flora, shut up."
"Oh."
Someone beside her whispered, "Flora, don't get on the Duke's bad side. When His Majesty sent him to Great Xia, he had a huge argument with His Majesty at court. He's in a very bad mood right now."
"Really, Jonathan? Where did you hear that?"
"Heh." Jonathan proudly puffed out his chest. "My father is a court knight, and I'll become an outstanding knight myself one day!"
The leader from North Russia's Viksu Academy wore a curious expression, wondering why that emperor had dumped Slyder in Great Xia.
Had he simply wanted to take him down a peg, or had he seen something?
The representative from the Americas' Ayr Academy was an elegant masked woman. Through her exquisite golden mask, one could glimpse a pair of eyes as tender as water.
Slyder glanced indifferently at the two of them. "Oh, quite the investment. They actually sent the Rose Garden, second only to the Heavenly Fire Society. Looks like the Americas have run out of people."
The woman