Backstage of the third division.

The next round should be on the cusp of rumors......

Burlap head.

The rooms are full of scratches on the extremely gloomy walls, the sodium lamps with steam discharges are faintly lit, flickering and dimming, and the props produced in the Imperial Capital Industrial Zone have landed all over the country one after another.

Telephone booths are being built in many parts of the country, and the Arrandi has been fully covered, not only in medicine, but also in other fields that have reached the level of the middle of the 20th century.

However, there is no long-distance service, but a special telephone booth is set up in the city for automatic switchboards and interconnection with each other, and the operator can directly dial the call after the public telephone user transfers the call.

And the dial landline is not available in every household, it is limited to a single residential building or office unit.

The use is quite limited.

But as a transition, that's more than enough.

The national line network structure will not be good for a while, and it will take at least a few years to make a phone call from Dawn Port to Aran.

It is well known that by the time civilians learned of this, the project had reached its final stage.

In the training room of the player.

The room produces a hot fog when it comes out of the room, and it's early summer, which is quite unusual.

His limbs were as long as stick insects, and he was wrapped in a cracked and peeled leather coat and wore a tattered linen hood.

This is an extremely strange man, who does not sit in a chair, but stands in the corner of the room, as if he is not breathing, and his chest does not rise or fall, like a fitting doll in an abandoned clothing store, a dead man among the dead.

Even if it is placed in a group of tall monsters, it has a terrifying aura.

The surrounding players were all subconsciously staying away from him, and there was an inexplicable coldness standing next to him, which had to be compared to the feeling of entering an abandoned room at night.

Quinlan returned victorious and returned to the training room.

Sackhead was his friend, but Quinlan didn't know much about him, not even if he was human.

The reason why he knew him was not because he had any friendships, but because the first task Quinlan received from the Weaving Society was to confirm whether this person was still alive.

He is some kind of crucial point of intertwining destinies.

After confirming his existence, the association did not take any further action, and those who were at the top were people who were more divine than gods, believing in the trajectory of fate that existed or did not exist.

In addition, Qumran did not know the name, age, background, or race of the sackhead, only that he was engaged in the most obscure and disgusting profession in the world, and mingled all over the world, because he was a mute and had a hard time communicating at work, and he was often fired from somewhere and went somewhere else.

Anyway, he is looking for axes all over the world, and he has an almost pathological obsession with beheading, although he is not famous in the Tao, but everyone who knows him calls him "Death." ”

The funny thing is that the Grim Reaper himself only lives on a meager salary of eight silver coins a month, and he is still able to ...... Saving money is a real miracle.

This is all that Quinlan knows, and sometimes he has to suspect that this guy has an intellectual disability, and he can eat and drink spicy food anywhere at his level, and invited him to go to Doulinger's place to eat white food seven or eight years ago, and Emperor Shangao is far away, but he ignores it.

No one knew what he thought, or whether there was a head under the burlap hood, that was a question.

The organizers check the information for the upcoming appearances.

However, unexpectedly, the opponent of the sackhead, hearing yesterday's deeds and seeing the battle of his companion Jin Tong Nan just now, directly abstained and gave up the qualification for the competition.

The staff also explained truthfully to the sackhead.

"Yes, you don't have to do anything, you will be promoted."

Quinlan pondered, although he had some means, he also thought that he was not the material of the continental martial arts champion, but this person was very likely.

Quinlan came to the competition just to find a backer, and invited the sackhead by the way, I thought he would refuse, but I didn't expect him to agree, Quinlan didn't understand this person's brain circuit at all.

Sackhead was silent only and he was a mute.

"Okay, I've finished today, I'll fight again tomorrow, and I'll be able to advance in the first round."

Quinlan called on the sackcloth head and prepared to go back to the hotel together.

But things didn't go so well.

Not only the common people heard yesterday's rumors, but also the Arlan officials heard about yesterday's game.

How so......

The mainland's military rendezvous is not entirely fair, and it is politically motivated.

With the momentum of the golden-eyed man and the sackhead, it is probably no problem to reach the finals of the stargazing festival.

But the sackcloth head, who is an axe torturer, has a lowly profession and a strange appearance, puts this kind of demon into the capital of Arran, and performs and competes publicly in major events on the mainland.

Lossy...... Arama.

I don't need to be handsome, at least you have to take on a human form, and your sackcloth head looks like a murderer in a horror movie, and it looks a little crazy.

Appearance is a good thing that can benefit people for a long time, but the linen head does not.

For unwarranted reasons, Sabutou was at risk of being forced to withdraw from the game at this time.

A group of officers and soldiers, the scale of fifty people, broke into the backstage of the third division, the Aran Army, no one dared to stop them, all of them were fully armed, sophisticated steel armor, with strict killing intent, holding magic rifles and standard long knives, and the footsteps of the team were shaking endlessly and the momentum was violent.

After scanning around the maintenance room, I found the target.

The other players in the room looked at each other, not understanding what was happening, and Quinlan's brows furrowed, the target of these officers and soldiers seemed to be himself and Sackhead.

"I'm a lieutenant general of the Aram Army, and you'...... If you do not meet the entry criteria, you will now be ordered to withdraw from the race and a ship will be sent back to the Cross League. ”

The lieutenant general said coldly, took out a piece of paper and displayed it in front of the sackhead, on the file, this sackhead came from the Forgotten Port, and had the information of the Cross Alliance.

Quinlan was stunned when he heard this, the mainland will have the participation standards of Lao Shizi, I am afraid that it is not the image of the sackhead, which will really affect the city's appearance.

Sackhead was silent.

After five seconds, he didn't reply.

"Copy ......"

When the lieutenant general saw that this man dared to throw his face at him, he didn't know how to write the dead word, although the sackcloth head had not committed any crime, and according to the law, he could only be sent back at most.

But it is very easy for the lieutenant general to kill people, especially foreigners, if the military and police are walking sideways.

Quinlan felt bad, now that he was covered by the emperor, his family didn't dare to move, otherwise he would despise the mainland's martial arts, and if he was implicated by the sackhead, he would have nowhere to go.

"Sir, he can't speak, I really don't understand which entry criteria he violated, can you tell me?"

Quinlan and the lieutenant general began to reason.

"Of course you don't understand, I said it's the standard, then it's the standard, leave the arena immediately and go back to your country, otherwise I can arrest you and put you in prison for obstructing official business."

The lieutenant general's tone was cold.

Quinlan's head was big for a while, and he was really implicated, so I'll go?

The two army soldiers had already picked up the shackles, the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger, and the aura of the sackcloth head was too terrifying.

Quinlan knows that the sackhead is neurotic, if he really does it, then he will send it, and the first brother in the East China Sea today, Li Site, only dares to rob in the no-man's land of Alan, you let him come to the city to try it?

When the gods come, they will die.

Just as Qumran was about to appease the sackhead.

Far from being intellectually handicapped, the sackhead took out a crumpled document from his bosom that had been stored for a long time and handed it to the lieutenant general.

The lieutenant general's brow furrowed, and he didn't know why, but he still took the worn-out parchment full of creases and read it carefully.

His eyes grew more solemn.

Gradually turned from contempt and disdain to incredulity, and his eyes showed a deep horror.

This person is coming from......

It's much bigger than him, a lieutenant general.

There is a court warlock in the royal court today, who is extremely mysterious, and it is said that even the Tower Alliance, the Eleven-Man Pavilion, cannot accommodate this great god, the giant of the sky.

Of course, it is just a rumor, this person is extremely low-key, with only two positions, one is the technical adviser of the northern prison, the other is the palace warlock, and no other information can be found.

And this person, who had worked for that person, had a red official seal on the parchment, and there was no falsehood.

The lieutenant general pondered for a while, these two people, I'm afraid they don't have to play in the promotion match later, they have performed well, and they can directly enter the finals of the imperial capital.

(End of chapter)