I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 393: This is too unrestrained! ?
Magic Free?
As soon as I hear the word.
Roger was instinctively uneasy.
Soon.
The scene when Killing Mask was shattered by a split palm reappeared in front of his eyes.
It's a face exactly like myself...
"No way?"
"No way!"
Roger rubbed his temples a little nervously.
It can't be a play of the past or the future, can it?
It's not scientific!
Roger can be sure.
At least in terms of character and principles.
He and Killing Mask are two completely different people.
It's just that there are too many similarities.
So he couldn't help but ask one more question:
"Anything else?"
"Like his toughness? Resurrection? Reflex speed?"
Ripley didn't think much of it.
He just answered honestly:
"Then don't know."
"That gossip is incomplete.
I got it from the middleman of the middleman.
I'm still chasing after the real provider of the message.
But it's not very sure.
For the organization of the future after all.
What happened 30 years ago is not just a shame.
It has shaken the foundation of their rule..."
……
Roger nodded.
I will not delve further into this topic.
In general.
The strategy of the two of them going through the back door has yielded certain results.
Learn at least some unknown information about Killing Mask.
They chatted for a while.
The conversation gradually shifted to the celebration in Pumpkin Town.
Not far away.
A youth in a black mask struts past.
Look at the mask on his face.
Ripley was stunned:
"That's not..."
"That's the same mask as Killing Mask."
Roger said affirmatively.
Then he conjured up the black mask in Yang's hands.
Deeply explained:
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"In a part of Sky Island.
The story of Killing Mask is glorified.
Many non-lawyers see him as a true hero.
They adored him.
An area like Pumpkin Town with a small population of mages.
Many people wear this mask at the festival.
On the one hand, it is a memorial to Killing Mask.
On the other hand is a silent protest against the mage community. "
……
"I failed."
"I thought I could pretend to be Killing Mask to be tricked."
"I didn't expect a small pumpkin town celebration to be full of people bumping into the same mask!"
"This stuff is sold at nearby stalls at a very cheap price!"
“Young people are almost one!”
……
Look at Roger's helpless look.
Ripley smiled for the first time in a schadenfreude.
But he stopped quickly.
This moment.
He has demonstrated excellent expression management skills.
And when met Roger's dissatisfied eyes.
He deftly changed the subject:
"Come back."
“Why is the price of this mask so low?”
"I mean, the world's production system doesn't seem to allow such delicate masks to be cheap commodities..."
Roger nodded slightly.
Ripley's insight is still very sharp.
About this.
He has done research.
Then explained:
"It's time to ask the owner of this butterfly island."
"He alone funded the Pumpkin Town Celebration."
"The masks sold at the stall are naturally his own."
It's easy to talk to smart people.
Ripley, the old fox's face suddenly showed a clear look:
"That alchemist? I see"
"After the Massacre of the Mask incident, the most injured were of course the mage group, but the biggest beneficiaries were not ordinary people, but another group of people represented by him..."
Roger squinted.
Agreed:
"Yes, the Alchemist."
……
After the Killing Mask incident broke out.
Future has made further compromises to the unlawful crowd.
Not only did they give up more Sky Island resources.
Alchemists have also been fostered as a buffer between non-spellcaster classes.
From a conceptual point of view.
Mages tend to dislike pragmatist alchemists.
The latter is far less efficient and capable of using fantasy ether than the pure magician.
And in daily life.
Alchemists are also more accessible than lewd wizards.
Some of the current non-mage island owners are alchemists.
See here.
They were the biggest beneficiaries of that incident.
And from this perspective.
Alchemists may wish to commemorate Killing Mask.
Roger is concerned.
A tacit acknowledgment of the future foe of the organization in this public setting.
The latter is unresponsive.
Does this mean the current floating island?
Alchemists are far more powerful than they appear to be?
……
"Be careful with that alchemist."
Roger concluded cautiously.
Finish that.
He joked to Ripley:
“Would you like to sign up for the Thieves Convention together?”
The drow rogue shook his head:
"I can't pick locks or steal, so forget it."
"And I'm going to make some noise..."
Roger frowned:
"Huh?"
But instantly he understood the other party's intentions.
He gives Ripley a wink.
Next second.
The figure of the drow rogue disappeared without a sound.
After a while.
A Watching Eye flashed arrogantly over Roger's head.
It stayed in place for a while.
Failed to find Roger who was in "hidden" state.
He went all the way in the direction of the traces that Ripley left on purpose.
……
"Really watch out for that alchemist!"
It's been a long time.
Ripley's voice was whispering in Roger's ear.
At that time.
Roger has slipped into the crowd at the Pumpkin Town celebration.
Mixed in a group of ordinary people.
Roger has no presence.
On the surface.
He enjoys the holiday spirit just like everyone else.
However, my mind is constantly analyzing the information at hand and sketching a follow-up action plan-
……
"Before and after the imprint of Xuanzhi."
"It's best to make time for a trip to the surface."
"That's the poisonous gas that can make a civilization helpless!"
"I just don't know if I can stand it..."
"Should be fine, right? A little bit of tummy at most..."
"Also, I also have to go through the future city. My reputation artifact "Endless Magic Web" seems to have some sense of the magic net of this world. ..."
……
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Come back.
It's time for the bell to ring.
Roger's periosteum was irritated by the loud voice.
He just felt that there were people around him.
Countless hands touched him.
It's a pity that Sandy is here.
They are destined to touch nothing.
Clap!
Roger quietly knocked out a salty pig's hand that was clearly out of bounds.
Then he focused his attention on the table in front of him.
At this moment.
He is standing with hundreds of people in front of a row of wooden tables that are pulled apart.
Everyone has a lock in front of them.
Obviously.
The lockpicking event in the triathlon is about to begin.
Roger notices.
The back of the desk.
A burly invigilator puppet is patrolling back and forth.
This is to prevent contestants from cheating.
The host is an aunt.
She stated the rules hoarsely on stage.
Under the power of amplifying magic.
Her voice drowned out the enthusiasm of the onlookers.
Although the conditions for the contestants were terrible.
But can barely hear the rules.
This project is actually quite simple.
Every hand has a lock.
It's all about unlocking speed!
Although the organizer divided all the contestants into more than a dozen groups.
But because there is no mechanism such as preliminary rounds and rematches.
There is only one chance for everyone.
Roger notices.
Except for a lock on the desk.
There is also a timer.
According to the host auntie.
Just complete the search.
The timer will automatically stop.
There will naturally be a staff member to verify the results.
It's worth mentioning.
Although it's a triathlon.
However, the individual champion can directly walk to the final treasure chest battle.
The rest will depend on comprehensive points.
In terms of skill.
Unlocking is actually the lowest of the three items.
Sometimes it's just luck.
Good luck.
Go in.
So everyone's enthusiasm is very high.
The contest hasn't started yet.
Roger has already been messed up by the people around him.
Leave aside the enthusiastic crowds and the ill-intentioned men who mingle with them.
The people to his left and right seem to be blacksmiths.
The middle-aged man on the left has raised a big hammer and a pair of scissors.
The strong boy on the right has more tools.
He carries a small suitcase professionally.
There are a series of very professional tools such as tweezers, iron wire, small hammer, chisel and so on.
Meanwhile.
He observes his surroundings with great vigilance.
If a black hand from the crowd touches where it shouldn't.
He would raise a chisel to demonstrate intimidation.
Similar messes abound.
For a moment.
Roger appears to be back at Quinan's "Tauren Tavern".
Appears to be on any plane.
This kind of competition of the bottom people's carnival is similar.
Whether it's the Wrench Contest.
Or the Thieves Conference.
All have their wild and unrestrained sides.
Of course.
The enthusiasm of the crowd also made Roger feel a touch of fireworks after a long time.
"It would be nice if there weren't so many hands rubbing the ass..."
"I really have no money..."
Roger sighed.
It's not easy for him to use any special abilities at this time.
Just bite the bullet and wait.
Fortunately, the host aunt is also very quick.
Not long.
She announced with that signature hoarse voice.
The contest begins!
……
"Hint: You touched a poor copper lock"
……
"Your special ability - passively triggered by the finger of the rhinoceros!"
……
"You opened the copper lock!"
……
"Drip!"
The sharp timer goes off abruptly.
A pair of surprised eyes came over.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Roger himself was stunned.
He wanted to make it a bit more pretentious.
Who knew this lock could be so unobstructed!
I haven't used any tricks myself yet.
Just a light touch.
It just opened on its own!
"This is too unreserved!"
Roger is a little ashamed.
next to.
A staff member came over immediately to verify.
He looked at the lock in Roger's hand in surprise:
"You drive?"
Roger tries to quibble:
"It opens itself."
The staff whistled.
Then gave him a kind expression:
"Good luck."
"A bad lock was encountered."
Roger didn't hear it right:
"Do I need to reopen one then?"
The staff smiled and shook his head:
"Luck is also part of strength."
"You're over."
"0.02 seconds... hoo! You're so fast!"
"I'm sure you're the fastest."
"You're going for a walk, lucky lad!"
His voice fell.
The crowd erupted into violent applause, excessive noise and protests!
Roger's left hand side.
The middle-aged blacksmith had a dark face.
Seeing Roger make the cut.
He stopped fiddling with the lock in his hand.
Smashed the copper lock with a sledgehammer!
Who knows the next second.
The timer even started beeping.
"Pass."
"19.8 seconds..."
The staff glances at the timer.
Then silently wrote down Roger and his name.
"This also works?"
The guy on the right quits:
"This is also called unlocking?"
The staff kindly reminded:
"Mind yourself."
"Your lock was stolen..."
The lad was taken aback.
He looks back.
Sure enough.
A hand from nowhere grabbed its own lock and disappeared into the crowd!
He immediately raised the chisel in a hurry and smashed it over there!
"Whoops!"
Start with this cry of pain.
The scene fell into violent chaos for a while.
Players focused on unlocking had to climb up to the table to pick the lock.
Crowds who came to cheer on their families began to harass other players even more without boundaries.
The guy with the chisel just had the lock stolen.
When Roger slides out of the crowd.
Inadvertently found a lot of colorful underwear...
He glanced back.
Yes.
Someone has already started streaking in the contestants table.
The contest is still ongoing.
Both the organizers and the crowd.
Neither the contestants themselves felt there was anything wrong with this.
In fierce swearing.
The competition was gradually pushed to a climax.
The lock is opened in various ways.
The rowdy atmosphere continued into the night.
When everyone leaves exhausted.
The host hoarsely announced the winner of the lock-picking project!
"The miracle of unlocking in 0.02 seconds! It belongs to us..."
"Summer..."
"Er!!!!!!!"
"Championship Reward - 100 Butterfly Coins!"
"I suggest you find a place to spend tonight!"
"Otherwise, the players of the stealing group will soon be targeted..."
"Well, there are 10 more bandages that will come in handy if you're determined to be the target of criticism..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The aunt had a good time on stage.
A long while.
Someone came to remind him.
Mr. Shire has finished his prize and left.
"What a boring kid!"
Auntie's face suddenly collapsed:
"I'll give him some color when he's in the stealing contest tomorrow!"
……
It's a pity.
The host's aunt's resentment is destined to be unsatisfied.
After winning the lockpicking category.
Roger decides to give up "stealing" and "escaping" outright.
It's been recommended anyway.
Why don't you live with ordinary people?
Of course.
He admits that he was frightened by the 'big' scene today.
The unlocking is so unrestrained.
How about stealing without stabbing someone directly?
Roger wasn't afraid of being stabbed.
At his evasion value.
Ordinary people can't stab it at all.
Even if it gets stabbed.
It's also the knife that suffers.
But then.
Even if the scene is chaotic.
There is also a chance to expose yourself.
He doesn't want to be targeted by an immortal alchemist before he gets the Mark of the Profound.
……
The next day.
Roger lives peacefully in a stone hut that Pumpkin Town officials use to house the crowd of outsiders participating in the festivities.
Today.
He had planned to sneak around to the surface.
But just now.
His virtual world invitation suddenly became hot.
Roger pulls out to take a look.
A few lines of words gradually emerged above——
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"I became a full member of Asgard ~IndoMTL.com~ but the situation here is completely different from what I imagined.
I've learned some untold secrets.
I think you should be interested.
More importantly.
You haven't recommended anyone yet! ! !
No wonder you've been making detours!
I think we need to talk.
Mr. Husky.
Or.
Roger?
—————————Love you: Hediwala (Gentleman Cat)”
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