Well, I'm cheating on myself.
Although there have been some speculations, when he actually heard the fact, Dean still felt a heart attack.
He knew that the reason Timothy mentioned to "give the contestants more opportunities to show off" was just an embellished statement. The real purpose of the review team was to find out the background of these contestants.
And they have this idea, mostly because Doremi is more powerful than everyone expected, allowing new professionals to really come into the eyes of the upper echelons of the empire, so they have the current attention.
This is indeed his credit.
Although Timothy was being arrogant, Dean really had no reason to refute.
He didn't expect that this matter would cause such a big stir among the review team, and even the competition system would be changed.
It is no exaggeration to say that how great it was when Doremi solved all the troubles at once, how big his head is now.
Putting Kana in his hand on the window sill, Dean gave up Lensak's speech below and turned around to join Timothy.
"Only if you can prove to District 13 that your profession is better than all other competitors, can you be qualified to establish the Origin Guild... I can probably understand the meaning of complete victory, but aren't you afraid that this situation will not happen? ?”
Timothy glanced at Doremi who was spinning around, and pointedly said: "The Knights believe that with your strength, this kind of problem will not occur."
Dean seriously doubted that the "we" actually referred to himself and Doremi, rather than the breeder and other contestants.
He followed Timothy's eyes and looked at Doremi, and a realization flashed in his mind.
Didn't the Knights think that if they couldn't beat them in a regular battle, they would release Doremi directly at the venue and kill them all?
Although this is indeed a way to avoid delaying the emergence of victory, Dean really has no intention of overturning the table at the moment.
It would be a waste if it turned into Doremi's personal pet show.
Moreover, relying on power beyond his control to win, even if he gets the quota to establish the Origin Guild, it will be difficult to achieve the results he wants.
Forcibly ignoring Timothy's eyes, Dean rehearsed the competition process in his mind and asked: "If a complete victory is used as the standard, then after the first day of play, the two losing teams will be equivalent to losing their establishment. With the qualifications of the Origin Guild, how can the Knights guarantee that they will still participate in the competition the next day?"
Timothy waved his hand and said: "Okay, there is no one else here. Let's put it bluntly, after the first day of fighting, you and the witch will win, the magician and the exorcist will lose, and the knights will win." What's keeping them from continuing to compete, right?"
After automatically translating Dean's words, Timothy gave his own explanation without waiting for his answer.
"The witch will not be the final winner, so even if the wizard loses to the witch, he can still compete for the qualification to establish the Last Origin Guild."
In other words, even if they lose today's competition, they are still far from the point where they need to give up.
Naturally, it is impossible to miss the next competition.
"What about the exorcist?"
When Timothy said this, Dean didn't bother to cover it up, and directly named his opponent's name. The confidence that he had no doubt that he would win the competition, in Timothy's eyes, finally matched his current strength. Sharpened.
Timothy paused for a moment before continuing to explain: "If they lose, they will indeed lose the qualifications of the Origin Guild, but in order to increase the reputation of their profession and for the sake of the bet, they cannot give up halfway."
"gambling?"
Dean caught the key words instantly and asked with concern.
"Now that the competition system has become what it is now, wouldn't it be too monotonous to just bet on the final winner?"
Timothy raised the corners of his lips slightly towards him, showing an undisguised face of a profiteer.
"Besides, you made such a big noise before, and the forces behind the other contestants are not fools. Even if they care about their reputation, they will not regret and ruin the bet, and they will not continue to increase their bets."
"I want to continue to push the bet bigger, so I can only seize the opportunity of the competition system."
That is to say, one game and one game of bet. Although the game is not as big as the final winner, but added together, it is already very impressive.
"So you don't have to worry. Even for this bet, the exorcist will definitely stick to it."
This is indeed true. Under the temptation of interests, no one will give up even if they know that they can no longer get the greatest benefits.
Knowing that the competition system was probably beyond repair, Dean sighed and asked no more questions.
He stopped, but Timothy had the idea of talking.
He raised his chin and pointed toward the center of the court.
"Stop talking about you, it's the guy in the field who's bothering you."
Dean looked in the direction he pointed and saw Timothy with an obviously impatient expression.
It seems that he is more emotional than the person involved.
"He can't wait to start the competition today and announce the results tomorrow, and then he can go back and rest."
"Don't you think it's worth going through all this trouble just to prevent him from getting his way?"
Dean turned to look at Lensak, who was still speaking, and shook his head sympathetically.
He had no grudge against Lensak, so why bother himself just to torment him.
Seeing that Dean was not interested, Timothy pinched his chin and changed the topic.
"The leader can't attract your attention, but what about Her Royal Highness?"
"What's the meaning?"
Dean frowned subconsciously, always feeling that there would be nothing good behind this name.
Timothy did not give the answer immediately.
"Really speaking, the entire residents of District 13 should be grateful to Her Royal Highness the Princess for her friendly assistance. Thanks to her, this competition can be held in such an interesting form."
With that said, Timothy dragged a stool over, sat in front of the glass window, and continued to introduce to Dean.
"Did you see the black and white grids on the ground floor? Those are not special decorations for the venue. These two circles of black and white grids were installed overnight by Her Royal Highness Princess Sigrid as accessories for a large prop."
When he mentioned it, Dean realized that the two circles of black and white grids on the floor of the venue were indeed a bit weird.
"This is an advanced prop called [Fate Wheel]. It will randomly select the contestants from the two teams to compete. The number selected is also random. It may be one person or two people. It might even be the entire team..."
Having said this, Timothy suddenly remembered that the person next to him could be said to be the most disadvantaged person, and added: "Of course, for the sake of fairness, the number of selected participants must be the same."
"According to His Highness's description, there will be random surprises. As an audience, it is really exciting."
For the first time, Dean felt that the word "random" was so offensive.
Especially when it came out of Timothy's mouth at this moment, it was simply disgusting.
Xiaolan obeyed his wish, popped up her head, and stuck out her flexible tongue towards Timothy.
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