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"Sir. Are you competing with Lord Kasha again?" -
Until this time. Vera always had a gentle smile that could heal people. Use a clean white hand towel to wipe the dirt on my face. Then help me prepare hot bath water.
"Oh, Xiaofan. You are naughty. When will you stop me from worrying?"
If Vilas is like the sky. That little ghost is undoubtedly a little one. She used the tone of a mother who saw her naughty son who came home late and was covered in dirt. Then he stretched out his delicate jade fingers. He kept poking at the bag on my head curiously. The soft little fingers touched the sore spot like a touch. The sensation was itchy and painful. It bothers me whether to push it away or not.
"I really look forward to seeing you come back victorious one day."
at last. The little ghost sighed. He looked angry but his eyes were full of smiles. This little guy. The mouth is powerful. But in fact, I am most afraid of loneliness. Just talk to her. You can often see her showing a satisfied and happy expression. In a sense, it is an easy little animal to raise. certainly. Provided you have the ability to feed her with diamonds.
"I'm afraid you've been expecting this for a long time."
I also sighed. We have no ambition to win against the opponent. Just thinking about what I originally thought would be a promotion to the pseudo-realm realm. It can bring you closer to the old drunkard. Unexpectedly, I was still tortured. Sure enough, compared with such an old monster that has lived for hundreds of years. Still a bit tender. Want to win. I'm afraid it will take an absolute upper hand in strength.
"Come, sir. The bath water is ready."
Vilas comes out of the room. There was a slight drop of fragrant sweat on his forehead. He still had clothes in his hands. Even a change of clothes is ready. As expected of Vera. If there's anything else I can't take care of, then you can't help me. Ahem. You can also think this thought in your mind. If you propose it to Vilas now. In front of the little ghosts and the others. I'm afraid she will close her eyes tightly in shyness. Subconsciously, he waved the pan over.
Talk. Ever since I bought the golden pan made by Muradin himself. Willas's attack power has been greatly enhanced. Specially comes with shooting skills. One accidental move can turn the opponent into a golf ball. It was the decision to make weapons for her in the first place. Is it really right?
so. I can only stretch my magic hand to the little ghost. But the little guy seemed to have guessed my intention. before taking action. Then he flew out with a melodious laugh. Hiding behind Vilas. She winked at me with charming eyes.
This little guy. I just let her play with the bag on my head. Now he doesn't even want to wipe me down, it's like eating a king's meal. After eating, he would wipe his mouth and run away like a bad person. have no choice. I had no choice but to hum a tune. I went into the bathroom alone, thinking about how to punish this little guy later.
"Speaking of which, Xiaofan, have you recovered your debt?" The little ghost's voice came from outside and then there was silence.
Rogge's third stinginess is naturally in vain, but the problem is the debt collection target. This is the second stingy thing. I sighed deeply. I feel that the road to revolution is long and arduous.
On the other side...
Farah has been hiding for a long time because of Yaluo's incident. In the dead of night. Finally, the quiet night emerged from nowhere. He wandered along the empty gravel paths. He stroked his sad gray beard with his hand and looked up at the blood-red full moon in the sky. |The light is melancholy like a poet. He looks like he can spit out beautiful hymns from | at any time. Rogge was silent at night. As if the noise during the day was just a dream. It feels extremely unreal. Occasionally, I can't even tell for a moment whether I am dreaming or awake. Farah seemed to be immersed in this feeling. But it's a pity. A late hurried traveler breaks all this.
When I heard footsteps. The other party is already less than a hundred meters away from him. He didn't even try to hide the sound of his footsteps. Farah was shocked. But only for a moment. Calm again.
At Camp Rogue. Even now tens of thousands of adventurers have gathered. At Camp Rogge where strong men gathered. Can do this kind of step. I'm afraid there's only one person left.
"Drunkard. What's going on? I rarely see you hanging out so late at night." He greeted the black figure in front of him.
"That's what I said back to you. What are you doing here alone, smearing people? Have you finally fallen to the level of robbery because of pocket possessions?"
Kasha's pace seemed slow. Before Farah finished speaking. It has already crossed the distance of a hundred meters. Come to Farah. Look into each other's eyes. With mercy. She won a lot gambling in the Final Four. Nowadays, there is quite a bit of awareness among the rich.
"Hey. What's going on with you?"
Farah was about to respond to Kasha's teasing. But suddenly he looked at her in surprise. It was like seeing something incredible.
What Kasha looks like now. Obviously it can no longer be described as dusty. The clothes were stained with mud. Even some of his arms were exposed. Even the face. All left a scratch mark. Although with the adventurer's recovery physique. These scratches have long been intact. But there are traces left behind. But there is no way to hide it from a veteran like Farah.
"Oh. This?"
Kasha patted her clothes subconsciously. Dust and mud suddenly shook off with her movements.
"This is it. I just had a competition with Wu Xiaozi." She said casually. Although I underestimated the enemy at first. It was a bit embarrassing. But the boy also paid the price. The number of bags on my head has more than doubled.
"Is that so? No wonder I just felt it. Someone seemed to be fighting in the distance. At first, I thought it was the restless adventurers fighting in a group." Farah suddenly realized and smiled.
"However, even if the opponent is Wu Xiaozi, your appearance is too exaggerated."
The whole Rogue. It was probably Farah who knew the strength of the sloppy old drunkard in front of him. What kind of one did we get? That was decades ago.
"Don't be wordy. I'm just a little careless. I didn't expect that boy's pseudo-realm to be so special." Kasha's old face pulled. He groaned and became dissatisfied.
"Oh. What's so special?" Kasha said. Farah suddenly became curious.
"Forget it, you'll know in the next day. I'll go back and clean it up first. It's extremely uncomfortable to have all this dirt stuck to my body." Kasha patted the endless dust on his body. His brows furrowed.
"Look at you. You don't seem to be happy. Boy Wu came out after all. He has reached this stage. Shouldn't you be happy?"
See Kasha's eyes. from the beginning
There was no hint of relief. Farah was indifferent.
"In normal times, I might have had two drinks to celebrate. But I'm not in the mood now. Boy Wu improved his strength at the wrong time. That kid Carlos. I'm afraid it's really dangerous this time."
Kasha passed by Farah as he walked. He replied without looking back. Then he sighed.
"Why is my life so miserable? It's obviously something worth being happy about, but I can't be happy about it. I worry about this and worry about that..."
Listen to Kasha's complaints. Farah suddenly laughed with gloating: "Haha. Who asked you to teach so many students? And each of them is rebellious and unlike me. Now I have nothing to worry about."
"Just brag. It doesn't bother you to see the moon. Also, Akala asked me to tell you. During the finals, you, the elder, should at least come out and show your face instead of being locked in the room all the time. Let other people think that A dignified elder of the alliance. Because "if you live or die, you must seek death and survive..."
Gradually Kasha's voice. The figure that followed also disappeared into the darkness, and Farara stood there for a long time. Finally, Youyou sighed and her figure flashed. Disappear into thin air like nothingness. On the path in the deep night sky. The cool night breeze of the grassland is left to blow by. Blowing the wrinkles of the grass...
The date for the finals is getting closer. The adventurer's mood gradually became high. Although the "legendary cloaked man" has not been seen in the past few days. But it didn't hinder everyone's conversation.
but. Hot topics right now. It is already a one-sided situation. No one cares for Carlos and the Man in the Cloak anymore. Arguing over which one loses and which one wins. They were betting on how long the battle would last. It was just a matter of how long the cloaked man could stand in front of Carlos.
There are many reasons for this trend. But these are all intuitive feelings from the two battles in the semi-finals.
the other side. At the end of the second game. Sharna's arrogant and arrogant attitude in front of everyone. Although it caused disgust among many people. But it seems to make more adventurers even more obsessed with it. This year. There are many arrogant and strong women. Almost everyone in Yama is like this. But such an arrogant and strong woman... No. You can already call her a queen.
Like this, he is born with an arrogant and cold temperament. There is no acquired sculpture or contrived queen. But there was only Sharna. Coupled with the extremely beautiful appearance and admirable strength. Make other adventurers obsessed with it. It is also a reasonable thing.
so. relatively. Shanna is becoming more and more popular. In the Final Four. The man in a cloak who asked her to voluntarily abstain became even more jealous. No matter rationally. Or emotionally. Finals results. It's all been worked out in these people's minds. The cloaked druid was beaten into a pig's head by Carlos. Sharna was furious. Heartbroken. Then take advantage of it yourself.
Um. Although this is a very complete thing. But as a man. No matter what type of man he is. I'm afraid I'll have sex like this occasionally.
certainly. Not without supporters. Some self-proclaimed cloaked men are powerful. There are also those adventurers whose trump cards are not revealed, and who are clearly friends of the cloaked man at a glance. Still with the feeling of mortality - at least in the eyes of other adventurers. Will hundreds of gold coins. Or a few gems. On top of the cloaked man.
For this emotional favoritism. The adventurers expressed their understanding. What if everyone suppressed Carlos? They won't make much money. but. The number of friends the cloaked man has. Still expressed surprise.
Camp. Lugoine's. Rusty's. Of the Demonic Fortress. Harrogath's. Grandpa's. There is actually a tribe of fox-men and werewolves. Dwarves. Even the beautiful little elf sister. What happened to the man in the cloak? Could it be that he is the legendary one. After Her Royal Highness Raphael, the Princess of the Hundred Tribes, is there a showdown between the Hundred Tribes?
Those who see the cloaked man around. An adventurer who is always followed by a few girls who are more beautiful than angels. He secretly and maliciously speculated with a sour mentality.
With all kinds of thoughts. Speculate. Rumors or gossip. The pace of time did not stop here. Soon it was the night before the finals.
Although it’s a bit embarrassing to say this|. But now I feel like a little kid who is excited about hiking. After saying hello to Vilas. Sneaked out alone into the small jungle near home. Take a stroll. I hope the quiet night can calm my nervousness at the moment.
certainly. What I don't know is. The other side. Not far from where I am now at the camp. It happened to be the location of the northern training camp of the battalion opposite. Carlos was also walking in the night.
Although Carlos looks very calm on the surface. But only he knows. I feel so nervous now. Tomorrow's battle. It can be said that it is related to the fact that he has been struggling in pain for decades. But still the meaning of survival.
Tomorrow's match results. For him there were only two. win. or die. This is his determination.
As long as I can win, as long as I can reach her. Even if it's using despicable means. It's okay to be despised by everyone. Fame and glory. Some illusory things. For Carlos, who has been walking for decades like this, always looking at the sky with empty eyes. It doesn't matter anymore.
He couldn't help it. Look to the distant sky again. Black rumble. This is natural because it is night. But about the color of the sky he saw. It's black or gray. Is it white or blue. There is always a huge gap that makes him feel like they are not the same world at all.
That side of the sky. It's another world. No matter how he reaches out. How to leap. There is no way to touch the world at all. Just because I know this. He will be in pain. That's why I look forward to this victory so much. Because this is his only chance to touch that world. The last light! !
He raised his head like this. Watching the passage of time quietly.
Sudden. A sound broke through the air. Carlos also reacted almost at the same time. The long sword was already in his hand at some point. Falling from the sky. He stabbed straight at the black shadow that was rushing towards him. The speed and power that cuts through space. People don't want to. Although it is just an ordinary long sword. But it can remove hard steel plates. Pierced like tofu without any hindrance.
However. This is an inevitable blow. But it stabbed into the empty space. The black shadows in the sky were like disembodied ghosts. He was penetrated from the chest by Carlos' long sword. The tip of the sword is exposed on the back. But it didn't make any muffled sound of hitting the entity.
Carlos reacted instantly. And this |. A long gun was also quietly pressed against his neck.
Carlos didn't panic. To be able to show such a speed that even I am ashamed of myself. Escaped from own attack
It's a matter of calculation for each battalion. That's the only one.
"Teacher Kasha. You are here." He replied. Give the other party a gentle bow.
The spear flashed. Disappeared around Carlos' neck. In the moonlight. Kasha was sitting high on the branch next to Carlos. Withdraw your right hand holding the gun. He is holding a wine bottle in his left hand. He poured the wine into his mouth leisurely. If only she could ignore her usual rogue appearance. At this time, it seems to have a bit of a wine spirit-like charm.
"The reaction is too slow!!" He drank it. He breathed out a breath of alcohol. She scolded in a slightly stern voice.
"I'm sorry. I failed the teacher's teachings." Carlos was slightly bitter.
"It's good to know. Forget it. It's not that I can't understand your current mood. I'll let you go this time." There was a pause. Kasha turned over like a fish. He jumped down from the tree lightly. It fell silently. Does not attract dust.
"I'm coming here now to tell you good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear?" Kasha walked forward slowly. Carlos followed her leisurely.
"Good news, bad news. Is that so?" Carlos muttered. My heart moved slightly.
"Teacher Kasha. Before I ask you, I can ask you a question first."
"Oh. Do you still have problems with him? I can't tell. I thought you had no other thoughts except winning this game."
"You can say that. But now that you have made up your mind, no matter what good or bad news Teacher Kasha brings, it is not that important anymore. Isn't it?" Carlos responded with an unchanged expression.
"You must be calm. Okay. If you have any questions, just ask. Just think of it as a buy one, get one free deal." Kasha glanced at the other party. He continued to answer nonchalantly.
"I want to know. What kind of person is that Druid Wu Fan in Teacher Kasha's eyes?"
"Ha——. Are you asking such a boring question?"
"Well. Actually, I'm really curious about him. Teacher, you also know. Four years ago, I fought with him once in Lu Gaoyin. It's really unimaginable. In just four years, he has grown to To this extent.”
Carlos looked into the distance. It seems that he is recalling the scene at that time. The strangely transformed giant bear. A little adventurer who uses the full-holding technique taught by Teacher Kasha. Now it has grown to a level that even scares him.
Four years. For the dark man's lifespan. Short or not. It is impossible to say that it is impossible for a commoner who just counts his days. Four years is indeed a long time. But for adventurers, they are just newbies. It's just the shortest amount of time it takes to advance to a quasi-rookie level.
Kasha was silent for a moment. Suddenly he showed a clear smile: "Indeed. Now that I think about Wu Xiaozi, it is really magical and weird. No wonder you pay attention to it. Even if I think about it like this, it feels like I am dreaming."
Kasha pondered slightly. Recall the past bit by bit.
"The first time I met this silly boy. It should have been more than six years ago. At that time, he seemed to have come to Camp Rogge for the first time. As a "wild" job transferee who had not transferred to the camp. And his origin His affiliation is unknown. His name is also very unusual, so of course he will receive special attention. But that kid is so stupid, not to mention that I didn’t even notice that the soldiers who were watching me were secretly following him."
Think of this. Kasha seemed to remember the silly and cheerful face from before. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
"However, what really makes me like him is because of Akara's prophecy. After Akara and Wu Xiaozi met for the first time, she told me that her omnipotent prophecy was ineffective against Wu Xiaozi. She only saw a trace of her. And the light that cannot be determined.”
"So that's when I really started to pay attention to Wu Xiaozi. But the result was very disappointing to me." Tian Tian said with dry lips. Kasha continued.
"After just a few observations, I came to the conclusion. He is a very weak guy. I don't mean his physical strength, but his spirit, will, skills and experience. They are all in a mess. Even an ordinary civilian is in a mess. Not as good as that. I simply can’t imagine that such a person could be promoted to a druid. Is this a joke from God?”
When I heard this. Ross also looked surprised. He always thought that the other party must have some special ability. I didn't expect it to be so "special".
"Look at Mr. Wu's current achievements. You can't imagine what I just said. But it is indeed true."
Carlos was surprised. It was completely within Kasha's will. Even herself. The current Wu boy. Compared with Wu Zi six years ago. It also creates a sense of absurdity.
"The first time I really came face to face with Mr. Wu. It should have been when he completed his second training at Camp Rogge. It was probably after he came back. I can't remember clearly. After two trainings, the feeling he gave me A little better. But it has just reached the level of ordinary civilians. But what surprises me is that if I leave him alone for a while, he can still survive. With his weak will, he has not suffered any damage. The influence of the murderous aura.”
Speaking of which. Kasha paused. Waiting for Carlos to finish digesting his words.
As everyone knows. When the alliance chooses adventurers. Before qualification. There is one more precondition. That is a test of mental strength. A person with weak willpower. It's easy to lose yourself in the killing. In the end, he became a demon-like existence.
This is a dark history. When the alliance was just established... it was because of lack of experience. Too anxious to expand one's own power. And ignored this aspect. As a result, despite the number of adventurers at that time. At one time it was hundreds of times what it is now. But as those adventurers with weak hearts gradually fell. A huge disaster occurred within the alliance. The foundation of the emerging alliance almost collapsed.
So since then. It has become the first rule of the alliance to prefer not to abuse. No matter how good the qualifications are. As long as the willpower is weak. Or someone with an evil heart. None will be accepted.
"Later, I accidentally found out from the smelly girl. What magical method did Wu Xiaozi use to solve this problem? I originally wanted to know where to promote it in the future. Unexpectedly..."
Speaking of which. Kasha shook her head. He said to Carlos: "You know what I admire most about Mr. Wu. What kind of method is it?"
Carlos naturally shook his head.
"It's not his power to transform into a blood bear. It's not his mutated summoning skills. It's not the ability to use other professional skills. It's the skill of self-hypnosis."
Self-sleep?
Accident. Or maybe it's a funny answer. Carlos opened his eyes slightly...
