Chapter 213: News of the Freshman Competition

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"The god of the sea chose the human race as the son of God? It's a world of wonders. Kester thought as he shook his head and stepped forward, "Both, please ask for something." ”

"Huh? What's up? Probably because Kester spoke kindly, and the Blood Archer smiled at him.

"What's going on in the cafeteria?" Kester asked, a little embarrassed. In fact, this map is good, but the academy is too big after all, and the accuracy of the map will inevitably be a little lacking.

"You're a freshman? Shouldn't all freshmen sit in their dormitories to prepare for freshman competitions? The dwarf looked surprised, "Isn't there any food for the freshmen this year?" ”

"Uh, huh?"

"Oh my God, you don't even know what the Freshman Contest is, do you!" The dwarf jumped up, he probably wanted to pat Kester's head like he had just slapped the Blood Clan shooter, but he remembered in time that the two of them didn't seem to be familiar with each other, so he couldn't help but withdraw the hand that was slapped out, "The freshman doesn't know about the freshman competition, you won't be late for the first day of reporting!" ”

"Uh, not late, I didn't even show up on the first day......" Kester smiled wryly.

"Poof, you cow! Are all the new students so now? The dwarven warrior gave Kester a thumbs up.

"Senior, what the hell is the freshman contest you are talking about?" Kester asked, "Look at me, I'm a lost freshman......" In fact, it's okay to go back and ask your roommate about this matter, Fili and they probably will talk to Kester sooner or later. But right now, there is someone to consult, and Kester chose to ask the two people in front of him directly.

"The new student conference, how specific is this ......"

It turned out that the top of the dragon was a gathering place for genius students from all over Aceville, and in a place where such masters gathered, there would always be many conceited students who would clash with each other and cause bloodshed. Before you come here, you may be a well-known genius student, who is favored and sought after by all parties. Suddenly I came to a place where all the geniuses were there, and there was always something that couldn't be adjusted.

As the saying goes, blocking is better than sparse, and since genius students are not convinced by each other, it is not very likely that they will follow the rules and respect each other. The best thing to do is to prove everything with strength. As a result, the freshman competition for each freshman student came into being.

The Douqi Branch, the Magic Branch, and the Divine Art Branch are in charge of their own freshmen, but after the championship competition of the three major branches appears, the three champions still need to fight each other to determine the champion, runner-up and third place of the new students at the top of the dragon.

"It turns out that there is such a thing, to be taught and to be taught." Kester thanked him. But in his heart, Harrison and Caesar were scolded again. (Harrison: What's the business with me?) Caesar: You didn't ask me...... ）

"You're welcome, it's because of the freshman competition at the beginning of the semester that most of the current freshmen should be nested in the dormitory to make final preparations, although the college will provide you with meals, but you don't have much time to prepare." The Blood Archer explained.

"When is the Freshman Tournament?" Kester asked.

"It's probably the tenth day of school." The dwarven warrior glanced at the Blood Clan archer, thought for a moment and replied, "We are all third-year students, and we don't remember much about the freshman competition. ”

"Okay, thank you two seniors." Kester nodded in acknowledgement, "As a thank you, I'm treating you to dinner." ”

"Junior brother, you're polite." Seeing that Kester was a good person, the Blood Clan Archer whispered again, "I also heard that every year in the Freshman Competition, there will be a fierce competition among the trainees from the four SS-level mercenary groups. Of course, this is just rumor. ”

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Kester kept an eye on it.

"It's not a rumor, I've heard that one of my distant relatives is a Silver Fox person." The dwarven warrior confirmed the Bloodskew's account in a slightly proud tone.

"It's just a distant relative, and it's not you, what's so good about it?" The Blood Clan Archer knocked on the dwarven warrior's head angrily, "It's easier for the dwarves to join the Silver Fox, it's not that you can't get in?" ”

"I'm different, how can I ......"

Whatever the two men say, at least Kester has relatively accurate information. To compensate, Kester paid two silver coins out of his own pocket to treat them to a sumptuous dinner. In a year when the per capita consumption of food was 10 copper coins per meal, the Dwarven warriors and Bloodline archers expressed their gratitude to Kester for his generosity. Kester wasn't really generous, but he didn't eat lunch, and dinner really needed a lot of energy, and the other two students just thanked him.

"Big deal, if you run out of money in the future, ask Caesar to borrow from that unreliable and rich guy." Kester thought maliciously.

"Ahh Caysar was admiring his collection of rare bird feathers, and a sneeze nearly disrupted the order of his collection.

"Is someone talking bad about me behind my back?" Kesar scratched his scalp in confusion, "As handsome as I am...... (100 words omitted here), someone must be jealous of me, well, it must be! ”

Kester didn't know any of this, and in the twilight of dusk, he pushed open the door to the dormitory.

"Captain, are you back?" Elf Maddie is practicing her flexibility on the balcony. The bedroom balconies of the dormitory buildings exclusive to the students of the four SS-level mercenary groups are quite large, not to mention practicing flexibility, even if you practice swordsmanship, there is no problem. (As long as you don't have a weapon that opens and closes)

"Hmm." Keskey nodded, and he glanced around, Fili was drinking a glass of blood, and he didn't know what kind of race it was. The remaining roommate, the dwarf Panda, was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, looking like he might be exercising his fighting spirit.

"I heard we have a freshman contest in a few days?" Kester asked casually as he closed the door.

"That's right." Fili put down the half-drunk blood in his hand: "The Freshman Contest is held every year, and for us, it's troublesome......" His eyes lit up red in the darkness as he said this.

"Oh? How so? Keith lit up the magic lamp. The Night Elves and the Bloodlines are both races in the night, and neither Maddie nor Filly have the habit of turning on the lights. As for Panda, dwarves also belong to a race that has lived underground for many years, and although they are not as good as the first two, not turning on the lights will not affect him much.

"Brother Ye, you are new here, and there are some things you may not know." Fei rubbed his temples with his thumb, "The annual freshman competition at the top of the dragon is not a pleasant thing for our freshmen students of the Amethyst Goose......"

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