This premonition was so strong that Dean could even feel the "field" responding to him, making him look forward to that moment even more.
Of course, before the transformation occurs, this dark "crest" will probably need to exist in front of him for some time.
It was a bit annoying, but Dean thought it was bearable when he thought about the symbolic meaning behind it.
However, what he didn't expect was that he would endure this for several days.
Until the origin guild's martial arts competition began, the "emblem" was still swaying in his sight.
Dean had to deliberately turn sideways when watching Lensak speak. Even though the movement was very small, it still inevitably attracted a shocked look from Kana.
Fortunately, Rensak, who was standing in the center of the observation seat, began to speak soon, attracting Kana's attention. Otherwise, Dean would not have known how to explain to it his sudden squinting problem.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Dean followed Kana and looked through the glass toward the venue below.
Diagonally below the lounge, Lensak’s speech had just begun. No one noticed that after he said the more formal opening remarks according to the script, his expression changed.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he took a closer look at the manuscript he had just received. Lensak paused, and a flash of shock quickly flashed in his eyes.
...Why is it so long?
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly balled up the manuscript in his hand impatiently and threw it behind him.
Anderson watched the manuscript he wrote fall to the ground with his own eyes, and felt like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.
He closed his eyes and sighed silently.
As expected of you.
If he had known earlier, he would not have written down the rules of the competition.
After retreating to the back, Anderson found a few knights and gave them some instructions before letting them go.
Originally, I wanted Lensak, the team leader, to announce the rules of the competition and avoid the need for subsequent explanations. However, I overestimated this person's patience.
Watching the knights scattering in search of the contestants, Anderson rubbed his brows and felt a familiar headache.
This pain had been following him since he started working as Lensak's adjutant, almost never letting up.
It's even a little familiar now.
Just thinking about it makes me sad.
"The martial arts competition depends on the strength of the contestants. Whoever wins the competition will be able to establish the Origin Guild in District 13..."
Listening to Lensak's simple and rude speech coming from the front, Anderson took a deep breath and stopped the knight walking by.
"Didn't I ask you to notify the breeder?"
The young knight had a sad face, "I just walked out a few steps when I met Lord Timothy. After the Lord asked me what I was going to do, he took over the task of informing..."
In fact, saying yes is putting it mildly.
That was completely stolen.
The young knight didn't even have the right to resist, so he was driven back.
Anderson suddenly felt his head hurt even more.
With such bosses and colleagues, he bluntly said that he felt that his life would be shortened by at least thirty years.
After looking at him carefully, the young knight hesitated and said, "Look, do I still need to notify the breeder?"
"No, if Timothy wants to do it, let him do it. You can go about your own business."
Considering Timothy's face, Anderson was not comfortable saying anything in front of his subordinates, so he just waved his hand and let him leave.
The young knight breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and walked away quickly.
While the two were talking, Timothy had successfully found the rest room on the breeder's side.
He opened the door and found that there was not only Dean inside, but also Lucy and Ronan, who had come to the scene just in case. The three of them were wearing custom-made uniforms, and they barely looked like a formal team.
Lucy and Ronan naturally knew Timothy's face. When they saw him walking in, they immediately realized that the adults had something to talk about.
Ronan pulled his sister and said considerately: "Teacher, you two chat, we are going out first."
Dean nodded and watched them close the door before turning his head and looking at Timothy questioningly.
"I'm here to hand out the notice for the competition."
Walking to the glass, Timothy looked at Lensak who was still speaking below and the dense crowd of people in the venue, and said to Dean.
"After the leader has finished speaking, there will be a ceremony for the attendance of Her Royal Highness Princess Sigrid and the review team. The entire opening should last about thirty minutes. After thirty minutes, it will be your home court."
"The currently decided order of appearance is the witch versus the wizard, and the breeder versus the exorcist..."
This sentence fragment gave Dean a vague premonition.
He looked at Timothy and received an affirmative nod.
"It's just what you think."
Timothy walked up to Dean and explained: "The breeder versus the exorcist, the witch versus the wizard, and then the breeder versus the wizard... To put it simply, you have to compete with all the other contestants. Only by playing one game and winning a complete victory can we obtain the final qualification.”
Dean was caught off guard by the format.
This was different from what he had imagined before.
"Why……"
Before Dean could question, Timothy patted his shoulder and knocked back the last part of his sentence.
"District 13 is such an opportunity to establish the Origin Guild. If you are asked to finish it in two or three days, don't you think it will be too hasty?"
Dean shook his head decisively.
do not think so.
His hobbies are quite special and he likes things in a hurry.
"Hey, you're a guy who doesn't know how to stand up to others."
Timothy choked, shook his head and said, "There's nothing you can do if you want to rush. This was decided jointly by the review team and Her Royal Highness Princess Sigrid. After internal deliberations within the Knights, this decision was agreed upon."
Dean frowned and subconsciously began to analyze the purpose of these people making such a decision.
The first is the Knights. As Timothy said, this decision will have the advantage of attracting popularity for the Knights and District 13, and may lead to more development opportunities.
So they are happy to see the results.
Sigrid most likely wanted to watch the excitement, which was in line with her character.
As for the review team...
Dean had a not-so-good guess as to their purpose.
"It sounds like it will develop like this, and you have a share of the credit."
And soon, Timothy confirmed his guess.
"Thanks to your outburst, everyone suddenly realized that there are still many surprises that have not been discovered among the contestants this time, so they temporarily changed the competition system, which gave everyone a chance to perform, and what they can show will naturally be too much."
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