The second day of the competition came to an end in a hurry, and most of the contestants had already taken the stage, but there were still a small number of contestants waiting for the third day of the competition.

Among them, the most eye-catching is naturally the new generation of seed players cultivated by the two old forces of the Holy Dragon Academy and the Church.

Compared with the Holy Sword Academy on the Northwest Frontier, the Holy Dragon Academy and the Church are ahead of the former in terms of both background and capital investment, which is why the Holy Sword Academy has always been at the bottom. Moreover, the Holy Dragon Academy is located in the most prosperous imperial capital of the empire, and the churches are distributed in all corners of the empire, which are naturally much more cordial in the eyes of the people of the imperial capital, at least with the advantage of the home field.

Therefore, some people are already collecting information about the contestants from the two colleges this time, so accurate that they can even find out how many loaves of bread they eat every day.

Bang!

A pile of papers was slammed on the table by Auston, and he couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead as he was out of breath. According to his physical strength, a pile of documents was nothing at all. But looking at the documents on this conference table, you can see why this guy is tired like this.

God knows how much information he searched for!

"Wouldn't it?

"Of course! I bought these things from those intelligence merchants at a great price! Whether it is the two major forces or some other minor characters who are not famous, they are all in these materials!"

Auston said a little proudly, but looking at it this way, you can know that this guy must have spent a lot of money.

He's only so excited when he's spending money.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the doorway, and Cizer slowly pushed the door in, still holding an unknown book in his hand.

"Hey, Cizer, don't look at anything that has nothing to do with the game at this time, and study those tricky opponents closely!

Cizer was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then raised the small book in his hand.

"That's right! I'm just looking at the contestants. ”

Auston snatched it from Cezel's hand, and when he looked closely, he found that it was indeed a compiled player profile.

Even the book ranks the players who appear and those who don't!

For example, Cezel, who is now ranked 26th, is one of the top players who is considered ineligible to compete for the title.

"Where did this book come from?" asked Auston nervously, as if thinking of a possibility.

"It's at the door of the competition venue! When I came out, I saw a copy of ten silver coins, and I bought more and got a discount. ”

When Auston heard this, his face suddenly became as ugly as if he had accidentally eaten a fly.

"Damn! they're fooling me!"

In a fit of rage, Ston pushed all the papers on the table to the ground, but he didn't seem to be relieved, and just stepped on them several times before stopping.

When Cizer saw this, he knew what was going on and was relieved.

"It's okay, just spend money to buy a lesson, and you won't make such a mistake next time. Cizer patted Alston on the shoulder, as if trying to dispel the depression in his friend's heart.

The more Auston thought about it, the more angry he became, but those intelligence merchants were all trading on the black market. Even if he did find someone, as long as he was outside the black market, he might not even be able to recognize him face to face.

Therefore, when it comes to settling accounts, there is no way to mention it.

"Let them wait for me! I'll get my money back someday!" said Alston viciously.

......

Although the imperial capital is prosperous at night, there will always be dark corners under the cover of night.

In these places, there are dirty transactions, where money from unknown sources is pooled for some ulterior purpose.

And in this case, bloodshed happens from time to time, so everyone is not surprised by this.

In a dimly lit alleyway, a wriggling mass of black goo slowly coalesced into a figure, but his body was hidden by a wide robe, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Behind him, there was an eerie sight.

The man's head was brutally dug open, revealing a red-and-white brain that seemed to be missing a piece of it, chilling to think about.

The man's body was also made into a human stick, and his limbs, body, and head were arranged together in the shape of a six-pointed star, like a magic array.

There were still blood lines on the ground, and judging from the vague broken hands and feet, this was definitely not a spur of the moment.

It was a murder with a purpose!

The man in the broad robe clasped his hands together in front of his chest, the hood on his head slowly drooping, and the whole person was immersed in a strange prayer, and the wind could hear the whispers of a dream.

It's just that the sound is so small that no one can hear what it means.

The autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, but when it fell on the strange magic array, the original withered yellow color directly turned into a black and red color, as if it was soaked in the breath from hell.

At this moment, a drunken man stumbled to the entrance of the alley, probably stirred up by the cool of the autumn wind that had just blown, and he couldn't wait to find a place to solve his physiological needs.

The dark alleyway in front of me is very narrow, and it doesn't look like it's often passed by, it looks just right.

So the drunkard staggered into the alley, humming some strange ballad in his mouth.

"It's far away

Returning girl, your beloved is no longer here. Girl, girl, don't you look for it!"

The singing stopped abruptly, and there was no sound in the silent alley.

After a long time, a gentle rustling sound came, as if the autumn wind was blowing the fallen leaves on the ground.

It's just that at this time, the autumn breeze has not yet come.

I don't know how long later, another person slowly approached the alley.

It was a scar-faced man with a fresh blood cut on his back.

"Grandma, do you really think you're a nine-star powerhouse?

Scarface slowly walked to the alley, which was a place he used to frequent, and it was a little-known shortcut that could save a long distance.

It's just that today, he looked at the alley where there was no light, and for some reason there was a chill in his heart.

He always felt that something was wrong.

Scarface stood at the entrance of the alley, hesitating to know if he should go in or not, and just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden shouting from the street on the other side.

"Where is that kid hiding? Hurry up and find out for me! Dare to owe me money, I'm going to chop him up today!"

The scar-faced man's face changed instantly after hearing this voice, and he went directly into the alley without having time to think about it.

The sound of his footsteps disappeared the moment he stepped into the alley, and it didn't take long for the strange rustle to sound again.

"Rustle...... Rustle rustle ......"

The mouth of the dark alley is like the mouth of a devouring beast, devouring the people who enter.

If Scarface was still around, maybe he would have figured out something was wrong with the alley.

There was no light in the alley, not a single bit.

It's like a black hole, swallowing everything, quietly, slowly, without alarming anyone.

Perhaps only those who entered knew what was going on here.

......

After the long night, I don't know when, the light gradually appeared in the alley, as if the strange thing had long since left.

Early in the morning, someone happened to pass by this alley and was attracted by a foul smell. When he saw it for the first time in the alley, he couldn't help but spit out in front of the alley!

"Gross!"

Several corpses were brutally divided and arranged in different shapes on the ground, and countless maggots and birds chewed in and out on the corpses, stimulating human nerves.

The strong smell of blood came from the crazy paintings on the ground and walls, maybe it was a magic circle, maybe it was just the performance art of a delusional person, and the madness revealed in it was always visible to the individual.

And all this is concentrated in a small alley, adding a heavy chill to this autumn season.