I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

Magic free?

As soon as I heard the word.

Roger felt uneasy instinctively.

quickly.

The scene when the Mask of Slaughter was cracked and shattered to pieces with his palms resurfaced before his eyes.

It was a face exactly like myself...

"No way?"

"No way!"

Roger rubbed his temples a little troubled.

Isn't it what the past and future will be your own drama?

This unscientific!

Roger can be sure.

At least in terms of character and principles.

Himself and Masked Killing are two completely different people.

It's just that there are too many similar things.

So he couldn't help but ask one more sentence:

"Any other news?"

"For example, his toughness? Resurrection? Reflex speed?"

Ripley didn't think much.

He just answered honestly:

"I do not know."

"That gossip is incomplete.

I got it from the middleman of the middleman.

I'm still chasing the true provider of the news.

But the certainty is not great.

After all, for future organizations.

The incident 30 years ago was not only a shame.

It even shaken to the foundation of their rule..."

…

Roger nodded.

So I no longer delve into this topic.

In general.

The two people's strategy of going through the back door still yielded certain results.

At the very least, I learned part of the unknown information about the Mask of Killing.

They chatted for a while.

The topic gradually shifted to the festival in Pumpkin Town.

not far away.

A young man wearing a black mask swaggered past.

Looking at the mask on his face.

Ripley showed a look of astonishment:

"that is not…"

"That's the same mask of the Mask of Killing."

Roger said affirmatively.

Then he raised the black mask in his hand like a trick.

Explained blankly:

…

"In part of Sky Island.

The deeds of the killing mask have been glorified.

Many young people in the illegal teacher group regard him as a true hero.

They admire him very much.

An area with a small group of wizards like Pumpkin Town.

Many people wear this mask at the celebration.

On the one hand, it is a memorial to the Masked Killing.

On the other hand, there was a silent protest against the group of wizards. "

…

"I made a mistake."

"Originally thought it could pretend to be a slaughter mask and bluff."

"Unexpectedly, at a small pumpkin town celebration, there are people who hit the same mask everywhere!"

"This stuff is sold at a small stall nearby, and the price is very cheap!"

"There are almost one young man!"

…

Seeing Roger's helpless expression.

Ripley smiled gleefully for the first time.

But he quickly stopped.

this moment.

He showed excellent expression management skills.

And when he met Roger's dissatisfied eyes.

He subtly changed the subject:

"anyway."

"Why is the price of this mask so low?"

"I mean, the production system in this world doesn't seem to allow such delicate masks to become cheap commodities..."

Roger nodded slightly.

Ripley's insight is still very keen.

about this point.

He had studied it a long time ago.

Explained:

"It's time to ask the owner of this butterfly island."

"The Pumpkin Town Festival was funded by him alone."

"The masks sold in the stalls are naturally made by him."

Talking to smart people is simple.

The face of the old fox Ripley suddenly showed a clear look:

"That alchemist? I see."

"After the killing mask incident that year, of course the most injured group was the wizard group, but the biggest beneficiaries were not ordinary people, but another group of people represented by him..."

Roger squinted his eyes.

Agree:

"Yes, it's an alchemist."

…

After the killing of the Masked Incident broke out.

The future organization made further compromises with the illegal teachers.

They not only gave up more Sky Island resources.

It also fostered a group of alchemists as a buffer between the professions of non-spellcasters.

From a conceptual point of view.

Most of the mages don't think much of alchemists, who are mostly pragmatists.

The latter's use efficiency and ability in the fantasy ether are also far inferior to the pure magic net mage.

And in daily life.

The alchemist is also more close to the people than the magic net mage.

Some current illegal masters are alchemists.

This can be seen.

They are the biggest beneficiaries of that incident.

And proceed from this perspective.

It is not impossible for the alchemist to commemorate the killing mask.

What Roger cares about is.

Commemorate the old enemy of the future organization with an attitude of tacit approval in this kind of public occasion.

The latter did not respond.

Does this indicate the floating island now?

The power of the alchemist is much greater than on the bright side?

…

"Be careful of that alchemist."

Roger concluded carefully.

Finish this sentence.

He joked to Ripley:

"Would you like to sign up for the Thieves Conference together?"

The drow wanderer shook his head:

"I won't open the lock, and I won't steal, so forget it."

"And I'm going to make some movement..."

Roger frowned:

"Um?"

But in an instant he understood the other party's intentions.

He winked at Ripley.

Next second.

The figure of the drow rogue disappeared silently.

after awhile.

A surveillance eye swept over Roger's head arrogantly.

It stayed in place for a while.

It was not possible to find Roger who had entered the "hidden" state.

He went all the way to the direction of the trace left by Ripley deliberately.

…

"Be careful of that alchemist!"

after a long time.

Ripley's voice was quietly ringing in Roger's ears.

At that time.

Roger has quietly mixed into the crowd of the Pumpkin Town Festival.

Mixed in a group of ordinary people.

Roger has no sense of existence.

On the surface.

He enjoys the festive atmosphere like everyone else.

However, my mind is constantly analyzing the intelligence at hand and sketching out the follow-up action plan—

…

"Before and after getting Xuanzhi's mark."

"It's better to make time to go to the surface."

"That's the poison gas that can make a civilization helpless!"

"Just don't know if I can stand it..."

"Should be okay? Diarrhea at most..."

"Also, the future city must also go through. My prestige artifact "Endless Magic Net" seems to have some feelings for the magic net of this world. I don't know if I can take the sheep hand in hand, maybe the process of breeding will be much faster..."

…

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Recovered.

The bell is already ringing.

The loud voices stimulated Roger's periosteum.

He just felt that there were people around him.

Countless hands touched him.

It's a pity that Sandy is there.

They are doomed to touch nothing.

Snapped!

Roger calmly knocked out a salted pig's hand that was obviously a little bit off the boundary.

Then he focused his attention on the table in front of him.

now.

He was standing with hundreds of people in front of a row of opened wooden tables.

There is a lock in front of everyone.

obviously.

The unlocking project in the triathlon conference is about to begin.

Roger noticed.

The back of the table.

A burly invigilator puppet is patrolling back and forth.

This is to prevent contestants from cheating.

The host is an aunt.

She desperately stated the rules on the stage.

Under the blessing of amplification magic.

Her voice overwhelmed the enthusiasm of the onlookers.

Although the competition environment of the players is extremely bad.

But he can barely hear the rules.

This project is actually very simple.

Hand a lock.

The fight is the speed of unlocking!

Although the organizer divided all the contestants into more than a dozen groups.

But because there is no such a mechanism as the preliminary round or the rematch.

Everyone has only one chance.

Roger noticed.

Except for a lock on the table.

There is also a timer.

According to the host's aunt.

Just complete the search.

The timer will stop automatically.

There will naturally be staff to verify the results.

It is worth mentioning that.

Although it is a triathlon competition.

However, the individual champion can directly guide the final treasure box battle.

The rest have to rely on integrated points.

In terms of skill.

Unlocking is actually the lowest of the three items.

Sometimes everyone is just trying their luck.

Good luck.

Just go in.

So everyone's enthusiasm is very high.

The game has not yet started.

Roger was already numb by the people around him.

Put aside the enthusiastic and crowded crowds and the ill-intentioned people who stray in the crowd.

The people on both sides of him seemed to be blacksmiths.

The middle-aged man on the left has already raised a big hammer and a pair of scissors.

The strong young man on the right has more complete tools.

He carried a small box professionally.

There are a series of very professional tools such as tweezers, iron wires, small hammers, chisels and so on.

at the same time.

He watched the surroundings very vigilantly.

If there is a black hand from the crowd, it touches something that shouldn't be touched.

He would raise a chisel to demonstrate intimidation.

Similar chaos is endless.

For a moment.

Roger seems to have returned to the "Tauren Tavern" in Quinan.

It seems no matter which plane it is in.

This kind of low-level people's carnival games are similar.

Whether it is a wrist-wrenching contest.

It's still a thieves conference.

All have their wild and unrestrained side.

certainly.

The enthusiasm of the crowd also made Roger feel the smell of fireworks after a long absence.

"It would be great if there were not so many hands touching buttocks..."

"I really have no money..."

Roger sighed.

At this time, it is not easy for him to use any special abilities.

Can only bite the bullet and wait.

Fortunately, the host aunt is also very quick.

Not long.

She just announced it in the iconic way of hoarseness.

Game start!

…

"Hint: You have touched a botched brass lock."

…

"Your supernatural ability-Aura is passively triggered!"

…

"You opened the brass lock!"

…

"Dididi!"

The sharp timer sounded abruptly.

A pair of surprised eyes cast over.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Roger himself was taken aback.

He wanted to be contrived.

Who knew this lock was so unopened!

I haven't used any techniques yet.

Just a light touch.

It opens directly by itself!

"This is too unreserved!"

Roger was a little ashamed.

beside.

Suddenly, a staff member came to verify.

He looked at the lock in Roger's hand in surprise:

"Did you drive?"

Roger tried to quibble:

"It drove it by itself."

The staff member blew a whistle.

Then he gave him a kind expression:

"Good luck."

"Encountered a bad lock."

Roger didn't hear it right:

"Then do I need to reopen one?"

The staff smiled and shook his head:

"Luck is also part of strength."

"You passed the level."

"0.02 seconds...oh roar! You are so fast!"

"I dare to pack a ticket. You are the fastest."

"You are going to be escorted, lucky boy!"

His voice fell.

The crowd suddenly burst into fierce applause, noise and protest!

Roger's left hand side.

The middle-aged blacksmith had a dark face.

Saw Roger promoted.

He didn't fiddle with the lock in his hand anymore.

Directly smashed the brass lock with a big hammer!

Who knows the next second.

The timer actually rang steadily.

"Pass."

"19.8 seconds..."

The staff glanced at the timer.

Then silently wrote down Roger and his name.

"This is fine too?"

The guy on the right quit:

"This is also called unlocking?"

The staff kindly reminded:

"Take care of yourself."

"Your lock was stolen..."

The young man was taken aback.

He looked back.

really.

A hand that didn't know where it came from grabbed its own lock and disappeared from the crowd!

He immediately raised his chisel in a hurry and smashed it over there!

"Ouch!"

It started with this cry of pain.

The scene fell into violent chaos for a while.

Players who focus on unlocking have to climb to the table to unlock.

The crowds who came to cheer for their families began to harass other players even more without a bottom line.

The young man carrying the chisel was only stolen from the lock.

When Roger slid out of the crowd.

I accidentally found a lot of colorful underwear...

He glanced back.

have to.

Someone on the bench has already started running naked.

But the game is still going on.

Whether it is the organizer or the masses.

Or the contestants themselves didn't think there was anything wrong with all of this.

In the fierce curse.

The game was gradually pushed to a climax.

The handle lock is opened in various ways.

This noisy atmosphere continued into the night.

When everyone leaves exhausted.

The host announced the champion of the unlocking project with a hoarse voice!

"The miracle of unlocking the lock in 0.02 seconds! It belongs to us..."

"summer…"

"you!!!!"

"Championship reward-100 butterfly coins!"

"I suggest you find a place to spend it tonight!"

"Otherwise, you'll be spotted by players in the theft group soon..."

"Well, there are 10 more bandages. If you insist on becoming a target, these bandages will come in handy..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The aunt cheered herself on stage for a while.

For a long while.

Someone came to remind him.

Mr. Charles has already received the award and left.

"What a boring kid!"

The aunt's face suddenly collapsed:

"When he participates in the stealing contest tomorrow, I will definitely give him some color!"

…

Unfortunately.

The host's aunt's resentment is destined to be unsatisfied.

After winning the championship in the unlocking group.

Roger decided to give up "theft" and "escape" directly.

Anyway, it has been recommended.

Why bother with ordinary people?

certainly.

He admitted that he was frightened by this ‘big’ scene today.

Unlocking is so unrestrained.

How about stealing and stabbing people directly?

Roger is not afraid of being stabbed.

With his dodge value.

Ordinary people can't stab them at all.

Even if it is stabbed.

The knife suffered too.

But in that case.

Even if the scene is chaotic.

There is also a chance to expose yourself.

He didn't want to be targeted by an immortal alchemist before he got the mark of the profound.

…

The next day.

Roger lived separately in a stone house in Pumpkin Town that was officially used to house outsiders participating in the celebration.

today.

He had planned to sneak around the surface.

But just now.

His virtual world invitation letter suddenly became hot.

Roger took it out and took a look.

So few lines gradually appeared above—

…

"I became a full member of the Immortal Palace. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

But the situation here is completely different from what I imagined.

I know some unknown secrets.

I think you should be interested.

more importantly.

You don't even have a referral yet! !

No wonder you keep taking detours!

I think we need to talk.

Mr. Husky.

or.

Roger?

————I love you: Hediwala (gentleman cat

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