Although Sain was defeated, he was glad that he was at least not as naïve and arrogant as before, and even if he was provoked and ridiculed, at least he did not shout "one more game".

But to be honest, if you really have to play another game, Sain won't necessarily lose. McGee's griffin can only exist for a moment, and a little caution will not be unsolvable, it can only be said that although strength is important in actual combat, sometimes luck is also the key.

The people on the scene did not laugh at Sain, the victory and defeat were normal, and people of a certain level could see that this battle did not reflect the true strength of both sides. They were talking more, and the playing field was empty, and the discussion was very quiet, but only he knew how Sain felt.

Van Mill announced the end, and the two got up to shake hands and make peace, and the apparent etiquette could still be done. After shaking hands, they turned to leave.

Kevin and the others saw Saiin coming back sullenly, so they naturally persuaded him: "Friendship first, competition second." ”

Sain just smiled wryly, then sat aside in a daze.

Kevin said a few more words: "Don't get too entangled in winning or losing, and I don't approve of you seeking personal revenge on such occasions." ”

Sain was silent.

"It's just a game, there are no prizes if you win, and you don't lose a piece of meat if you lose. If I were you, just go up and make a gesture twice. If you are tired and don't want to fight, you will admit defeat, there is no need to work hard, and there is no need to expose too much. Kevin continued.

"But he still provoked me," Sain couldn't help himself, "Van Mill said on the side that I couldn't beat him." ”

"How did you answer?" Kevin wondered.

"I ...... I was worried that I might not be able to beat him, so I didn't dare to speak. Sain was slightly embarrassed.

"Well, you're doing the right thing," Kevin nodded, "but you still take winning too seriously, and the next time you encounter something like this, you can answer him, 'I deliberately lost to you,' 'play with you,' or 'I deliberately tried your secret skills, and I did, hahaha,' etc., so that he won't be happy to win." ”

Sain suddenly realized, nodded again and again, and then asked, "Then I tried to find out that he has a griffin, is it still a little useful." ”

"Sort of. Kevin replied.

Sain was in a much better mood all of a sudden, but he was annoyed that he didn't say at the time, "I lost to you on purpose." "It's off the ground.

"It's okay," the little spoon and others on the side also came over to persuade, "There will be our game in a while, and then we will all deliberately lose to the opposite side." Won't you save face?"

"This ......," Sain was a little reluctant.

Over there, Van Meer happened to be shouting: "Please prepare for the preparation of Fett of Lou Pauler." ”

Fett immediately stood up: "Did you lose on purpose?"

Everyone looked at Kevin, but Kevin didn't speak, which was a tacit acquiescence, and Fett's heart was next to God, and he walked down. Kevin suddenly felt that it was okay to lose them all, and he didn't know what accidents would happen if he wanted to advance, so he simply eliminated them all in the first round, and then he would purely watch the show.

In a moment, Fett walked down the big pit, and there was just a local mercenary on the other side, who looked a little malnourished, and seemed to be just a few people. Van Mill didn't say much, the two sides were ready, and immediately announced the start of the fight.

Fett also chose a gun, and charged with a gun at the beginning: "Kill, ah, ah!"

The mercenary on the opposite side panicked and defended in place. As a result, Fett rushed halfway through and suddenly slipped on his feet: "Ahh

Mercenary: "......"

I really hadn't seen this routine, and the mercenary didn't even dare to go down and suppress it, and Fett lay on the ground and couldn't get up, as if he had fainted.

Van Meer waited for a moment, and reluctantly declared the mercenary victorious.

The mercenary was ecstatic, and Fett continued to lie down and pretend to be dizzy until Van Mill came to pull her, and then feigned wake: "Ah, where is this? Who am I? What am I going to do?"

Van Mill: "......"

"Oh, I remember, I lost. Fett sighed, then walked to the auditorium above, and suddenly looked back and emphasized, "I didn't mean to lose. ”

Van Mill: "......"

Fit returned to the stage, and Kevin and others collectively applauded her: "First-class acting, the template has come out, everyone will follow and learn." ”

After a few moments, call Jack. It stands to reason that the Mage battle will be more exciting, although his opponent is only a kobold, which should theoretically be overwhelming, but when Jack also chooses a wooden gun, Van Meer has already begun to have a hunch.

At the sound of an order, Jack immediately blessed himself with a wind system acceleration technique, and then raised his gun and charged: "Kill, ahhhh

The corners of Van Mill's eyes twitched instantly, and he basically guessed the situation behind, but he was helpless.

Sure enough, halfway through, Jack shouted: "Ahhh

In this case, it is impossible for the other party to win, and this kobold naturally picked up a victory for nothing. Van Memeer went over to help Jack up, his face was already very unhappy: "What do you mean by that?"

Jack stood up blankly: "Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do?"

Van Mill: "......"

"Oh, I remembered. I lost too, but I didn't mean to," Jack thought for a moment, "Shouldn't I use the word 'also'?"

Van Mill: "......"

Such a perfunctory battle, of course, the audience present was not stupid, of course, if they really wanted to say that they violated the law, but they did not. It's just that this kind of negative game can't help but make people wonder if there will be some conspiracy? For a while, there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

The game was suspended, and Van Memeer came up to the stage and walked over to Bradley's side as if to ask for a few words. After a few moments, he turned back to Kevin.

"If you really don't want to compete, then you don't have to sign up?" Van Mill began.

Kevin didn't deny it, after all, it was too obvious, so he turned his head and reprimanded them: "yes! If you really don't want to compete? What else do you want to report? Ah? Is that how you treat the game? Ah......"

Everyone looked at Kevin with a wink, and Kevin unceremoniously continued to reprimand, listing many big truths. Van Mill listened to it for a moment, and really had nothing to say, so he could only leave.

The game continued, and there was no one called Lou Baole in the morning, and the game was really uninteresting. At noon, Van Meer announced a break, and everyone went out of the venue to get something to eat. This short lunch break is undoubtedly the key to the scramble of countless vendors outside the venue.

Kevin and the others didn't go to those vendors full of routines, they found a place in the woods in the distance, set up a fire, got some dried meat and other barbecues, added some ingredients, and then ate with dry food. It was also very comfortable for everyone to sit together.

Halfway through eating, Sain got up and went to the toilet, walked a little farther and found a tree. However, just after peeing, someone suddenly slapped him on the back.

Sain was shocked, and hurriedly turned around to see that it was the old General Bradley, who could appear behind him silently, even if the strength of the Holy Rank had aged, it was still out of reach for him.

"I want to talk to you for a while, but I don't have any good opportunities. Bradley spoke.

Sain lowered his head slightly, which was regarded as a courtesy for the junior: "Does the old general have something to say?"

"Don't be too rusty with me," Bradley laughed, "I'm old friends with your father, you know?"

"I understand. Sain nodded.

"Understood?" Bradley laughed, "Forget it, let's talk about the moment." Kevin, what's he going to do?"

Sain smiled, thought for a moment and replied, "We'll take the game seriously, but unfortunately the difference in quality prevents us from winning. Believe ......"

"Alright," Bradley shook his head in displeasure, "do you regard me as an enemy?"

"No?" Sain replied, "our country and your country are not hostile, we have ...... Forehead...... Considerable trade. Yes...... Forehead...... Profound cultural exchanges, and ...... Forehead...... And also...... A lot. ”

"When did you start learning diplomatic rhetoric like Kevin?" Bradley sneered.

"Kevin and I are brothers, and it's only right to learn from each other. Sain replied.

"When did you and Kevin become brothers?" Bradley asked again, "You've been on foot since you were recruits, am I not mistaken?"

"That was all in the past. Sain replied.

"Really, why didn't you go to the battle against the bandits?" Bradley pointed to the point, "At that time, every department in the legion had to have personnel left behind, and you were designated by the staff officer at the time to stay behind. Why?"

Sain's face changed, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Don't think Kevin will forget about this, it's just that the enemy at this stage is not you, you are the next stage. Bradley smiled.

Sain couldn't help but remember for a moment what Kevin said, although the Smitter was stabbed to death by him, he had no guilt, but Gray he would remember for a lifetime.

"You...... Are you trying to drive a wedge between us?" Sain wasn't too stupid.

"Distraction?" Bradley sneered, "Have you forgotten your father's explanation before you left the country?"

Sain's face suddenly had a complicated expression.

"I don't have time to say more about it now, but if you want to understand, then go out in the evening. The words fell, and the Bradley people were gone.

Sain stood dumbfounded for a moment, then hurried back. Kevin and the others didn't notice the movement over there, but just said casually: "You ran far enough to go to the toilet?"

Sain muttered, "Ha, there's a girl here, I'm sorry." ”

The crowd did not pay attention and continued to eat and drink. After the time was almost up, everyone got up and returned to the competition venue, there was still no match between Xiao Spoon and Xiao Jiu in the afternoon, today was only the most basic game, and the strength of the two of them was one order higher, and they were scheduled until tomorrow.

In the afternoon, boredom began, the low-handed fighting was repetitive and monotonous, and everyone who was shining under the sun at noon wanted to sleep. And Sain was in a daze, but no one noticed him, because everyone was almost in a daze.

Weighing the pros and cons, Sain felt the need to figure out something, but when he really came out late at night, he was easily misunderstood by his companions. So I decided to leave during the day, taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom, and if Bradley really wanted to find him, it would also be an opportunity.

"Oh, I suddenly had a bit of a stomachache. Sain pretended to frown and clutched his stomach, "I'll go for a while." ”

Kevin and the others didn't care, waved his hand to signal him to go, and then continued to be in a daze by his plan. But subconsciously skimming in the direction of the empire, he saw that Bradley's seat was actually empty.

Kevin was immediately startled, and didn't think about Sain for a while, did he think that he was going to start manipulating some conspiracy behind the scenes?

But the necessary information must be mastered, and then you can only investigate it yourself. Kevin immediately called everyone and prepared to go out to gather intelligence. However, as soon as he took a step, he saw Bradley appear in his seat again. It was as if he had just been dazzled.

Helplessly, Kevin and the others sat down again. In fact, Bradley did plan to meet Sain just now. But Kevin and the others immediately stood up, making him feel a little inappropriate, and immediately returned to his seat, anyway, the agreed time was late at night.

Since the Juggernaut didn't make a move, the crow and parrot reconnoitred their surroundings again. As a result, this reconnaissance immediately revealed that Sain was wandering alone in the woods.

"Doesn't he have a stomachache?" puzzled everyone. If this is another demon, at most he will be walking back and forth, then maybe Kevin and the others will sound like he is in a hurry, but they can't find a suitable pit. But both the parrot and the crow are wise, and from his demeanor, it can be judged that this is more like looking for someone or waiting for someone, where is the stomach ache?

"Forget it, keep an eye on it and don't get discovered," Kevin ordered, "don't ask more when you come back, I'll ask." ”

Everyone nodded, but there was something unpleasant in their hearts.

After a long time, Sain returned, apparently he did not wait for anyone. Kevin turned his head and asked, "Why did you go for so long?"

"Well, you may not eat well at noon. Sain's face was sad and he was scared.

"Oh, that's right," Kevin thought for a moment, then pulled out some money, "How are you now? Would you like to go back to the embassy and get some medicine?"

"Then ......" Sain seemed to hesitate, but still refused, "Forget it, it's okay." ”

Kevin sighed, "As soon as you left, I saw Bradley disappear as well." I was nervous, but he showed up again. I can't figure out what he's doing. ”

Sain nodded, not knowing what to mean for a while, so he could only bow his head and remain silent.

Kevin and the others didn't ask any more questions, and they continued to be in a daze.

Late at night, Sain sneaked out of the embassy alone. Kevin was already on guard, and as soon as he went out, he immediately noticed it. Little Spoon hurriedly came over and woke Kevin, "Do you want to follow?"

"No," Kevin shook his head, "I'll talk about it when he gets back." ”

Outside the door, Sain hadn't taken two steps when suddenly a strong wind hit, Sain only felt that his body was light, and there was a burst of flowers in front of him, and he had arrived in a small room. It was Bradley and his entourage in front of him, and there was no one else. The candlelight flickered in the room, and Bradley leisurely played with his teacup.

Sain straightened his clothes: "Although I am here, it does not mean that I am on your side. ”

Bradley offered himself a glass of water: "Looks like I should start with the basics, do you know the difference between the strong and the weak?"

Sain didn't speak, waiting for the other to continue.

"The strong rule over the weak, and power comes from strength, as has been the case since ancient times, even today," Bradley began, "but for the strong, they are born with rights that the weak do not have, they have the right to play with many people, and the concept of the state is weaker for them. ”

"What is a state, in the beginning, was nothing more than an organization in which the weak were forced to huddle together for the sake of survival, or to defend against foreign enemies. But the strong don't need it, he can survive anywhere, a real saint-level powerhouse, he is a guest of honor in any country he goes. Even if you find a piece of land by yourself, you can build a country by yourself. Only the weak need to be together, and in order to keep the strong from leaving the weak, they have created piles of ethics and morals that are used to bind the strong. ”

"Many of the strong are stupid, they indulge in the cheers of the weak, they are bound by the reputation of the so-called heroes, and they end up being the 'slaves' of the weak. Is this still a strong man? the weak should be the slave of the strong, who cares how ants judge people?" Bradley said eloquently.

Sain subconsciously spoke: "But...... I'm not strong yet. ”

"You are!" Bradley said, "perhaps I wasn't making it clear enough, the strong don't just mean the powerful themselves. It also refers to people who can be attached to the strong, such as the sons, wives, relatives and friends of the strong, etc., even if they are powerless, but they are also strong when they are attached to the strong. Or, to put it in more technical terms, call it the strong class. On the other hand, there is the weak class. ”

"Whether the strong class dominates the weak class, or whether the weak class dominates the strong class, this is the class contradiction, and the war that breaks out for this is the class struggle. I think this is a word that you should be familiar with. ”

Sain had sweat on his forehead, and it seemed that he had learned it in history class as a child, although he had largely forgotten it.

"So you have to understand your own identity, you are the son of the Sword Master. You're different from Kevin, you know?" Bradley tapped on the table.