The academy competition was about to begin, and compared to the tense atmosphere of the Nibelungen Academy, several nearby towns and even the entire Duchy of Valen were in a state of agitation.

The town of Lyon is the closest town to the northeast of the Nibelungen Academy, and is also a gathering place for adventurers and mercenaries.

The dark alleys and remote taverns are full of thrill-seeking adventurers, mixed with the sound of male ** carnival.

To the east of the small town of Lyon is the Land of the Wild Moon, the largest group of ancient ruins in the south. The Land of the Wild Moon has a long history, with the earliest traces of civilization dating back to the ancestors of the Krakens who now live in the Chaos Seas of the South.

Dwarves, elves, goblins, and even giants have all established civilizations in the Land of the Wild Moon, but now it has become a lost land, desolate and desolate except for terrifying monsters.

The Land of the Wild Moon is full of great dangers, and it is also a paradise for adventurers and mercenaries. On the mainland, there are many stories of people who have unearthed the ancient ruins of the Land of the Wild Moon and obtained magical items from ancient times and become rich overnight.

Confusion and the unknown may be fear for ordinary people, but for adventurers, it is mellow wine, naked beauty, full of temptation and passion.

The small town of Lyon is a supply ground for adventurers, and it is also a place for them to have fun.

Only now, the adventurers' conversation is no longer about the mysterious journey in the desolate land, but completely replaced by the competition of the Nibelungen Academy.

What followed was the underground gambling that had been hyped up.

This competition attracted not only the young magicians of the Nibelungen Academy, but also young powerhouses from all over the continent.

The Southern Magical Alliance, Resso Toledo, the third prince of the royal family of the Duchy of Navarre, Sancho Fernand, son of the Duke of Fernand of the Duchy of León, and Robert Caroling, the Grand Marshal of the Calpetian Empire's Legion of the Sun who is the pillar of the Southern Magical Alliance with Castille.

These three powerful young powerhouses are also the highlight of the underground gambling game, and each of them is a figure who has attracted countless money.

In addition, the Rannylord Empire, the Romanov Empire, and the Kalmar Alliance in the north also sent missions and strong men.

Princess Meltia of Castile, the future Empress of Magic, the kiss and heart of this stunning beauty have attracted countless young heroes to compete for the best.

With a bang, the tavern door opened.

The cold air came in from outside the door, and the atmosphere in the tavern was in full swing, and everyone, whether it was a mercenary or a maid in the tavern, looked at the door at this moment.

In came a woman in a black cloak, with a hot body, but hiding her face in the wide hood.

Ignoring the kind of mercenaries who whistled at her along the way, the woman walked straight to the tavern bar, in front of the lazy tavern owner.

"Boss, I'm going to make a bet. ”

The tavern owner has seen a lot of such a character, so he doesn't have much enthusiasm, and said lazily: "Who are you going to bet on?" The shop has the latest information to provide, and the dragon trainer Viserys will also participate in this competition, with odds of five to one. ”

"What are the odds for Will Schumacher?"

"Who?" the boss didn't seem to be clear, until the woman repeated it.

The boss of the popular player remembers, but he really doesn't remember this Will Schumacher. He couldn't help but open the old drawer at the bar counter and pull out a thick stack of materials from it.

The boss flipped through the pages, and it wasn't until the last page that he saw Will's name.

"The latest news shows that he is the president of the Magic Student Council of the Nibelungen Academy, a student of the healing department. There was a grapevine that he was Meltia's lover, so he sat in the position of vice president, but the source is vague. The odds for him to reach the final match are 200 to 1 and 500 to win the championship. ”

"It turned out to be a soft rice eater!"

The tavern, which was silent, resounded with the laughter of the customers.

The woman was quietly unaware and asked, "What is the maximum bet accepted here?"

"One hundred thousand gold lun!"

The boss replied without thinking.

"This is a promissory note of 100,000 gold lun issued by the Plantagenet Chamber of Commerce, all of which is pressed on Will Schumacher!"

The boss listened to the woman's words, took the promissory note in her hand in surprise, and after carefully examining the unique magic mark on the promissory note, he finally determined that it was indeed true.

Although in the eyes of the people in the tavern, the woman's money was wasted, but it did not hinder the enthusiasm on the boss's face.

"Here are your vouchers and receipts, please keep them. ”

The moment he touched the woman's finger, the boss felt a chill seeping into the bone marrow. When he instinctively wanted to retract his hand, the boss was surprised to find that the voucher and slip were already in the woman's hand.

"What a quick skill!"

Most of the people present were adventurers residing in Lyon, and many of them were good players, but they were shocked by what they had just seen.

For a moment, everyone kept their mouths shut about the woman. The woman ignored it, took her things and walked out of the tavern.

.........

"Is the tail behind you swept clean?"

In the dense forest outside Lyon, Will asked Rommel beside him.

"It's just three or four adventurers who want to eat black, and it's been solved. ”

Rommel stood beside Will and said.

In front of Will stood two identical women, Twin Jack, who had become puppets. Taking the credentials and slips from their hands, Will waved his hand, and they quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"My lord, with this sum, we have successively invested one million gold lun into several underground gambling houses around!" When he said this, there was still a trace of pain on Rommel's face, and a large part of the money was the salary and benefits that Rommel had received in the Lennylord Empire over the years.

Will nodded and said, "If it goes well, we can earn more than 100 million gold in profits!"

Rommel really didn't expect Will to come up with such a plan to make money. In Rommel's view, Will's plan was a bit rushed.

"My lord, there are countless strong people in this competition, although I am very confident in your strength, but why are you so anxious?"

"Do you know who the head of the Rannylord Empire is?"

"Who?"

"Hand of the King, Anthony Black!"

Rommel narrowed his eyes, "Is that old fox here too?"

"If Anthony Black is here, it's only a matter of time before my identity is revealed! I'll leave the matter to you, I'll go back to the Nibelungen first!"

Looking at Will's distant figure, Rommel was worried for a while!

My lord, you must win!