Jorgi pounded the cooked potato chunks on the plate with a fork, mixed them with the black pepper gravy next to them, and reluctantly put them in his mouth and hurriedly swallowed them. For an Intisian accustomed to the delicate food of well-dressed sideburns, Fersac's rough eating style was unbearable.

Alas, I should have known that nothing good would happen to the fellows of the "Esoteric Society" when they spoke...... At this time, I should have been ready to have a spring night with a certain lady, instead of huddled with the rough northern brutes and drank the Blazing Langqi that could directly light the fire......

The brown-haired, golden-eyed young "psychiatrist" muttered and complained in a voice that would not attract the attention of others, but his demeanor was very calm. He sat fairly close to the wooden ring in the center, crowded with gamblers waiting for the fight to begin.

In Fersak, the idea of underground gambling is too inaccurate, and this popular thrill has always been on the bright side.

Despite not liking the smell and atmosphere of his surroundings, Jorge resisted the urge to use his extraordinary abilities to make the drunks leave room for him, only to refrain from lowering his presence, causing others to ignore how unreasonable it was for an intellectual-looking creature to come to such a tavern.

After all, the inspiration of the "master of tricks" is not low...... Covertly, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, waiting patiently.

When the shortest hand overlapped with the number seven, Douglas emerged from the crowd on the other side and stumbled into the ring.

He has a soft face and a modest physique, which doesn't fit the stereotype of a fighter. Therefore, when they took the stage, many drunks who were clutching their bills and ready to bet let out mocking boos, and their expressions were full of contempt.

Douglas took off his coat in no hurry, rolled up his sleeves, looked around with a boo, and said with a smile: "It seems that no one here welcomes me." Don't worry, you can see two shirtless men fighting on stage anywhere, but the opportunity to pick up money is not every day......"

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a handful of shiny goldhorns and threw them on the wooden countertop, causing them to fall, collide with each other and roll around.

Such a bold move silenced the surrounding drunks for a second. Quite a few people subconsciously stood up and threw themselves into the ring, trying to grab a gold coin or two.

The fastest ones got their wish and clenched the round, cold metal in their hands. But before they could rejoice, some of them let out an exclamation—their hands were so burned that the coins had turned into half-lit cigarette butts between their clenched fingers. The rest of the people also found that they had caught not gold coins, but candy, bottle caps, matchboxes, and other things of little value.

The most unlucky one jumped out of his hand a large gray mouse, and the squeaking sound of the mouse was immediately drowned out in the laughter of the people around him.

But there were still a few lucky ones whose eyes widened in surprise. Lying in the palm of their hand was not a gold coin, but a genuine silver rupee, worth about three days' average wages, which was a windfall.

Because the distance was not too far, Ruoerri also picked one up with the mentality of joining in the fun, and watched the gold coin turn into a translucent glass marble in a blink of an eye, shrugged his shoulders regretfully, and casually put the glass bead into the pocket of the person next to him.

Douglas, who let the people around him pounce on him, raised his hands and patted it at this time, and the sound was unexpectedly loud, as if someone had fired a shot in the room, making people unconsciously turn their eyes back.

"Looks like some of you aren't that drunk, congratulations."

Douglas lazily and perfunctorily bowed to the audience.

"As a 'master of tricks', I want to play something new with everyone." He spread his arms and said with a smile, "As long as you have a clear mind and bright eyes, you can take more out of me—wait, put the knife down, I didn't mean to let you come up and grab it." ”

That's what he said, but it didn't prevent a daring guy from really jumping on stage with a dinner knife.

This blatant looting was not stopped, and the people in the audience began to heckle, even the bartender behind the counter watched with relish. After Douglas introduced himself, they all felt that the person who jumped on stage was an assistant to the trick, a means of setting the mood.

In fact, seeing the drunk man who was holding a knife and slashing at himself, Douglas himself was a little confused.

As an extraordinary person, of course, he did not need to arrange "childcare" for himself.

But on second thought, the level of this tavern is not high, and the people gathered here are all laborers who transport goods, drive cars, and work hard, lacking a sense of morality, and it is reasonable to do anything stupid under the catalysis of alcohol.

In Ruoerzhi's spiritual vision, the color of the star spirit on Douglas's surface naturally moved and changed, indicating that although the other party felt a little confused and amused, he was still quite confident and stable overall.

This is in line with his perception of the extraordinary level of the "master of tricks". In the vicinity of Trier, the capital of Intis, it is not uncommon to see extraordinaries from the ancient Abrahamic family, especially the low-order "apprentices" and "tricksters", a bustling metropolis with the blessings of the official church that can meet all their cosplay needs.

As an observant "psychiatrist", Ruoerri has an objective and reliable understanding of their behavior patterns. Combined with Douglas's obvious play-and-play behavior and previous successful inducements, Jorge is very sure that the other side is not hiding the sequence to lure the enemy.

In the blink of an eye on his thoughts, the ring had come in handy for its original purpose. The knife-wielding drunk staggered towards Douglas, who easily avoided it and made defiant movements, occasionally allowing the knife to pass by his side to create a thrilling situation and attract the attention of the audience.

Hey, there is more dexterity, less strength, and there is still some ornamentation...... After making the above evaluation, Ruoerri seized the opportunity to signal to his companions that he could do it.

So the "secret puppet master" hidden in the shadows pulled the spirit thread. The drunken man changed his previous swaying posture and suddenly became flexible and decisive, the muscles in his arms bulged high, and he burst out with strength and speed beyond ordinary humans, and stabbed the dinner knife into Douglas's chest.

This is a Sequence 7 "Navigator" secret puppet, its own strength is already quite amazing, and the extraordinary items it carries on its body further strengthen its advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

If nothing else, the knife will be stabbed directly into Douglas's heart, in a precise position with little bleeding, and the "Master of the Secret Puppet" will take the opportunity to manipulate the Secret Puppet to stabilize the situation and transform Douglas into a new Secret Puppet, so as to find his true goal: a member of the Secret Order who defected from the Secret Order with important information.

However, this knife actually missed the stab!

In the urgency, Douglas's reaction speed was amazing, and he simply lowered his shoulder sideways, causing the knife to slide against his skin, and finally pierced into the inside of his shoulder, where he was stuck in his collarbone and could not move in.

His astral spirit is blue-purple and very calm...... This is no coincidence! After sorting out the situation, Jorgi unexpectedly but calmly raised his eyes to look at Douglas, and his golden eyes turned into cold vertical pupils almost instantly.

This is the "dragon power" that can make the other party panic as if they have seen a dragon!

Due to the "Secret Puppet Master" as a companion, Ruoerri chose to target a single target without causing panic among the crowd, which was not conducive to the companion's rapid control of the spirit line.

But the sudden rise of fog and the flash of light that exploded out of thin air in the ring immediately made Jorge realize that he had made a low-level mistake.

These spell-like abilities do no damage, but they cut off the eye contact between the two, effectively weakening the influence of "Dragon Might".

Subconsciously examining himself, Ruoerri was vaguely aware that his judgment had been interfered with by extraordinary abilities, and this interference was not the spiritual field that the "audience" was good at, so it was not discovered at the first time.

In the flash of lightning, he suddenly got up and tried to get out of place to avoid being attacked, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Ruoerri, who was about to turn around and fight back, saw a flower in front of him, only to feel that the things around him had become illusory, the color had become rich, and he felt a kind of spiritual discomfort.

"Don't move, it's not good for you or me to get lost in the spirit realm."

Douglas's human-skin-gloved left hand was choked between Jorge's throat and calmly warned.