Adams looked at the "fierce and abnormal" game scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

He's meowing, it's a hilarious stage play.

Let's not talk about the fact that Viscount Lyle "coincidentally" drew the "upper lottery" and got a bye, and not to mention the "middle-aged man" who looked too anxious no matter how he looked at it, let's talk about the two young people in front of him who were playing match-fixing.

This sturdy young man, who had beaten his opponent easily in the previous game, was now fighting back and forth with a skinny aristocrat opposite.

If it weren't for the fact that Adams was so close that he could clearly see that the emaciated nobleman's several attacks had not yet landed on the other party, the sturdy young man would have fallen to the ground. Maybe he really thought that the thin nobleman had some peerless magic skills, of course, maybe the other party used any moves similar to "Turtle Wave Qigong".

The key is that they still have smiles on their faces, and the two competitors are playing so happily and perfectly, which perfectly carries forward the noble sportsmanship of "friendship first, competition second".

Enlek was accustomed to this, and he tried to keep his mouth shut, and said to Adams: "See, that's what they paid to ask for to arrange the order of the draw, so that they can defeat a threatening competitor and then lose to themselves." ”

"Isn't there a place for someone from an ordinary family to win the spot?" Adams was a little hard to accept.

"Of course there is, there are only a few children of the aristocratic and rich families, and there are only a few people in the number of participants in each session, and the temple uses a few places in exchange for their large financial donations, why not? If every place was controlled in the hands of the nobles and the rich, I would not have tried to participate in the competition. ”

Adams had a headache, such things happen in any world, where there are people, there is injustice, there is calculation, but this is too ......

If you think about it, there is nothing wrong with this, these injustices and conspiracies are perfectly in line with the law of survival of the fittest, but Adams, who has just crossed the earth from democracy and justice, has not yet been able to fully adapt to this regressive society.

Adams reluctantly gave up the opportunity to watch the sketch and continued to follow Jim's side of the battle.

......

Dodging the whizzing spurt, Jim didn't bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead and looked at each other vigilantly.

It was the first tricky opponent he'd faced after winning several rounds in a row, with a rare fiery red hair and a thick accent suggesting that he might be an outland who had traveled from elsewhere for the tryouts.

What really made Jim feel a little difficult to deal with was the spear in the opponent's hand, "an inch long and an inch strong", a phrase that is undoubtedly the supreme truth among the melee combat staff who have not yet developed their fighting spirit.

Jim tried no less than three ways to get close to the red-haired boy, but the opponent's control of the battle seemed to be as clever as that of a wolf in the wilderness, and every time he fell short, and the ensuing counterattacks always made him scramble, and even almost stabbed the other party several times.

Enlek also noticed that Jim's battle seemed to be in trouble, and his face became a little solemn.

"That's Sasha, the red wolf, he's a descendant of the mountain people of the mountain," Anlek frowned, "In the past few years, he has often been in the ranks of adventurers, and every time he comes to the temple to enter the temple, he accepts those nobles' hired to help them clear the obstacles at a high price, damn it, it must be the ghost of that guy Lyle." ”

Adams asked a little puzzled, "Then why didn't he join the temple directly, I believe that with his strength, he should be able to come out immediately, and the benefits from joining the temple should be greater." ”

"The mountain people of Chongshan only believe in their ancestors, and besides, the people here never welcome them, just as they never like us. In our minds, they are nothing more than uncivilized savages," Anlek pouted disdainfully.

But his face is ugly, and Jim is in a precarious situation under the stormy attack of "Red Wolf" Sasha.

"What to do, what to do" This sudden change made Anlek a little agitated, his hands clasped tightly together, and his feet kept pacing back and forth.

"Shut up, Anlek," the old baron thought to himself, looking at his son with some displeasure, "and give me a good look at the game." ”

Jim lunged at him for the fifth time, but the other man flicked his gun and a sweep forced him to fall back again, and then a thrust that forced Jim to roll in embarrassment.

It would have been nice if he had used his own weapon instead of practicing it, and he thought with some regret that if his Mithril sword was still in his hand, Jim would be sure that he would have cut off a large part of the opponent's gun, and then he would be able to get close to the opponent easily.

No, it can't go on like this. The consumption of his own physical strength is far greater than that of the other party, and if he doesn't fight quickly, he will definitely lose in the end.

But what to do, what to do? If only Adams were around, he had the most ideas.

Automatically ignoring Adams' ignorance of combat, Jim suddenly misses his old friend's advice.

......

On the other side, Adams sneaked into a hidden corner with no one on the pretext of going to the toilet.

"Osslav, if you're going to cast a spell here, will anyone notice you?" he asked, a little anxiously at the Pale Wand.

The wand was silent for a moment, it wondered what Adams meant by asking it, what was the difference between having it unleash necromantic magic in the temple and seeking death?

The Necromancer has always been considered evil by the Orthodox forces, and if it were to fall into the hands of the Temple, it would rather abandon its own spiritual half and flee first.

However, what exactly does this mean, if this master is really a great mage or even a legendary mage, there is no point in asking himself this question.

It cautiously replied to Adams, "Master, what are you going to do?"

"Osslav, today's game wasn't fair, you know?" Adams said solemnly into his wand, "I want Jim to win, I can't let that Lyle get his way, I'm going to cheat too." ”

Cheating, waiting, cheating!The Pale Wand suddenly had an idea in his heart that he could not hurt the person who made the True Name Oath, but if he did it not by himself, but by another method, that is, cheating......

"As you wish, my lord. ”