Sitting on the bed in his room, Cyril propped his forehead with one hand, his eyes drifting into the distance. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Cyril and Lilith had been talking for a long time, but except for Lilith, Knorr, and Ethel, the rest of the girls had a very general attitude towards him.

Although Cyril has a good impression of these girls, he does not explain all his situation.

Finally, the few people chatted briefly for a while, and Cyril found the inn under the introduction of Ethel, and of course, Ethel and his party also stayed in this inn.

After a few more hours in his room, Helo still didn't come back, feeling a little bored and not wanting to cultivate, Cyril planned to go out for a walk.

At this time, in the hall on the first floor of the hotel, there were many professionals who were drinking and eating, and the powerful magical aura of these professionals was much stronger than those adventurers in White City.

And Cyril, who came down from the upper floor, also attracted the attention of many people, this morning he had no scruples to fight, and even defeated the inquisitor who came to arrest him, even Raphael, one of the nine chief judges, he dared to call out head-on, which really made many people interested in him.

After looking around the hall, Cyril walked out, he had to take off his mask if he wanted to drink or eat, but Cyril, who had a bit of a strong pride right now, was not going to do that.

When he was actually on the airship, he would even deliberately avoid the other people on the airship, including Helo, and then eat alone.

After leaving the inn and walking along the street for a while, you will see a place dedicated to fighting.

The place looked like the kind of Colosseum in White City, except that it wasn't that big, but there were still a lot of professionals coming in and out, and Cyril was going to go in and check it out because of his curiosity.

There was a field about 300 meters in diameter in the center of the building, surrounded by seats with steps higher than one section, but at this time there were not many people sitting in the field watching the battle.

The battle on the field was between a barbarian and a berserker, and the sword and axe collided between the two, and the magic flew wildly, and the fight was extremely fierce.

A handsome man standing not far in front of Cyril who looked like a prince and nobleman said with some disdain: "Don't these savage fellows usually use meditation or the like to calm down before fighting? ”

The handsome man's words did not deliberately lower his voice, which made the enthusiastic soldiers around him who were constantly cheering for the two on the field turn their heads and glared at him angrily.

A man with a naked upper body and a bronze battle skirt turned his head and said angrily, "What are you talking about, do you need me to wash your mouth?"

Probably due to the nervousness of the upcoming tryouts, Cyril felt that no matter who he was, he seemed to be quite short-tempered at this time.

The handsome man laughed disdainfully, and then said, "I hope I can touch you during the battle, and then I will make you pay the price for your unobtrusion." ”

"Obviously you're the one who can't hold back your mouth!" After hearing such arrogant and unreasonable words from this handsome man, Cyril shook his head, thinking a little helplessly in his heart.

But he didn't expect this slight movement to be noticed by the handsome man, he turned his head, his dark red pupils stared at Cyril, and asked with some dissatisfaction: "What, do you have any opinions about what I said?"

Cyril, who had already vented in the morning, was not so hot at this time, and he did not squeak at this guy who came up to provoke him directly, but continued to remain silent.

The girl standing next to the handsome man, who looked like his servant, changed her face slightly, and then put her mouth to the handsome man's ear and whispered a few words.

"So that guy who directly injured people on the street and injured the Inquisitor?" put away his disgruntled expression, and the handsome man looked at Cyril with interest.

For the saying that good things are not famous, bad things spread thousands of miles, Cyril deeply understands the meaning.

He didn't expect that he had just made a move on the spur of the moment this morning, but now it was known all over the city, and such words might affect the process of his tryouts.

Without too much provocation, the handsome man turned around and left the arena with only one word.

"It feels like you're a good opponent, and hopefully you won't let me down too much. ”

After the stinky guy left, Cyril quickly got up and left, and Cyril generally didn't want to deal with this kind of self-righteous person.

When Cyril returned to the inn, Harrow had already returned to the inn, and Cyril had already greeted the front desk before, and he rented a room for her to refine potions according to Harrow's request.

After pushing open the door, Cyril saw the dark purple mist floating above the room, and asked in surprise, "Helo, what are you doing?"

Harrow looked up, the stirring stick in her hand, still vigorously stirring the purple smoke from the crucible in front of her.

"This thing is also prepared for you, although it has not been refined before, but we all know the method of refining, and it should be of some help to your current physical condition. ”

Look at the bubbling viscous purple liquid in the crucible, and then smell the pungent mist with a slight smell of sulfur.

Cyril shook his head very decisively, and then said very firmly: "Impossible, it is better to let me drink this thing than to kill me!"

The moment Cyril said this, Harrow showed a faint look of loneliness, and the face of Cyril covered under the mask showed a rather embarrassed look, and then he sighed and said, "Okay, I know, I'll just drink it!"

After a night of silence, Cyril got up early the next morning, and according to Helo's instructions, he drank the purple viscous potion that Helo had prepared for him yesterday.

After taking the potion, Cyril felt a flame rise from his body, dispelling all the cold that had been hovering around his body.

However, although this flame burned very vigorously in his body, Cyril was still keenly aware that the cold surrounding the flame was gradually devouring the power of the flame, and he was afraid that it would not be long before the effect of the potion would disappear.

"Well, if it's really like what Helo said, then you should be able to fight boldly with confidence. ”

The potion that Harrow had brewed for Cyril could briefly suppress the mud of sin in his body.

However, due to its powerful properties and terrifying effects, this potion can only suppress the Evil Slime for a short period of time, and it will also develop resistance if taken multiple times.

Looking down at the bandages around his body, Cyril sighed, then stood up and put on his undershirt, his short robe, and finally his mask.

At this moment, Harrow also pushed open the door and walked in from the outside, she knew that Cyril was not going to go downstairs for breakfast, so she brought him food.

After walking down the street, Cyril realized that the traffic on the street was even more turbulent than yesterday.

Feeling the powerful magic emanating from everyone around him, and looking at their very young faces, Cyril couldn't help but sigh slightly.

All the contestants who participated in the registration yesterday and before and received the participation badge will walk towards the main square not far from the arena yesterday, and the first task of today's selection will be announced in the main square.

There are several gates around the square, and only through inspection can you enter the square, while other unrelated people who are just accompanying or seeing off are not allowed to enter the square.

Harrow waved at Cyril, then smiled and said, "Come on, Cyril, we're very optimistic about you." ”

Nodding, Cyril took a deep breath, then stepped forward and pressed the badge he held tightly on the edge of the gate, only to see the transparent crystal on the edge of the gate flash a light blue light.

The middle-aged man standing by the door with his arms crossed nodded, pointed to the square and said, "Okay, let's go in!"

Although there were many professionals in the square, the number of them was much smaller than the terrible number on the street, and if you looked at it roughly, there were only about three or four hundred.

After waiting for nearly twenty minutes or so, the gates around the square closed suddenly, and then slowly sank into the ground, and the whole square was surrounded by a transparent barrier, and the people inside couldn't get out, and the people outside couldn't get in.

The contestants standing in the square stood scattered, and Cyril looked around and saw many acquaintances, including the girls from yesterday. and the handsome man who spoke disrespectfully in the arena.

Just as everyone was looking around, full of doubts about the current situation, three figures slowly appeared in the sky.

On the left was a young man dressed in white and gold dazzling armor, feeling the vast magic of his body and his young face, Cyril felt that he was eighty percent an immortal.

In the middle is a majestic old man dressed in a green robe, floating in the air as if he is integrated into the surrounding nature, if it is not visible to the naked eye, everyone will not think that there are people there.

On the far right, the figure in the white robe, was someone Cyril had known before.

"You're miserable...... Gabriela ......"