Chapter 175

"Do you want to sign up?" The registry staff took out a registration form and put it in front of angel.

When the staff saw Angel pick up his pen and start filling out the registration form——

"Sir, you may not understand that the name you recorded in the sky tower will accompany you all the way, even if you arrive at last..."

"Stop!" Angel waved to stop the staff from nagging: "I know, the bigger the name, the better!"

The staff smiled: "if only Sir knew, then I won't bother you."

Angel picked up his pen, filled in the name he had already thought of, and then put it in front of the staff.

The staff smiled and picked up the registration form to see what nickname the handsome and sensible teenager would fill in... When the staff looked at the top of the form, his smiling expression froze in an instant.

"I am! Really! Reasonable?"

Angel said triumphantly, "how about a big name? It took me two weeks to think of it!"

The staff was stiff faced and forced to smile: "Sir, this name is big. But it's not a good nickname."

Angel blinked: "what's wrong? I think it's good."

The staff member twitched the corners of his mouth: "Sir, you have to think about it. If you become an official wizard one day, the name will spread. What do people call you? Do you call you a 'I am the truth' wizard? You can't read it."

"You said the same." Angel took over a registration form again and quickly filled in the name after two seconds of careful thinking.

The staff took a look, his face remained unchanged: "absolute truth."

"Sir, this name is not easy to read. It's better to change its name to the truth sage. How about the truth disciple?" Sincere suggestions from the staff.

Angel shook his head, sage or something. I don't want to be.

"What do you want to change?"

"Good friends?"

"This is not a name, it's a short sentence."

"Well... I have a bird." Angel nodded Toby on his shoulder, and Toby immediately held his chest high.

"This name is not very good. It will be misunderstood. Think about another one." The staff is still smiling, but they are beginning to get crazy. They have seen people from form 2 to burst the shed, but they have not seen people from form 2 to go to the wrong shed!

Now the staff just want angel to think of a name. Apples, strawberries and flowers are OK. It doesn't matter whether the name is big or not!

Seeing angel still hesitated, the staff said, "Sir, it's better to choose what you like and add a noble title. For example, brown sugar princess, big sword prince, European queen or something?"

"Is that right? Then... Milk Baron?" As soon as angel said it, he immediately denied: "no, this name doesn't match my tall image."

"Milk Baron? Yes, I have written it down." The staff's ears moved and his smile was very sincere. The pen in his hand quickly wrote down the title, and then pushed angel out.

"Lord milk Baron, if you want to go to the challenge arena now, there is the lottery area, please... Bang!" While talking, the staff took advantage of angel's ignorance and closed the door of the registration office.

By the way, throw a crystal clear card in front of angel.

Angel quickly turned his head and patted the door: "no, I want to change my name! This name doesn't suit me!"

Inside the door, the staff took out two balls of cotton from the drawer, stuffed them into their ears, and then continued to deal with them gracefully.

Angel clapped and yelled for a long time, attracting the attention of the whole registration hall. In the cool eyes, angel put his face on his shoulder, gave up and continued to knock on the door.

"The milk Baron is the milk baron. Anyway, I wear a hood on the stage. If I can't see my face, it won't affect my tall image..."

With a trace of sadness, angel put on the hood of the black sheet, picked up the card on the ground, and then fled the registration hall.

The draw area is actually equivalent to the backstage of the competition field. Angel opened the curtain of the draw area and went in. Now all the contestants are here.

The contestants wore strange clothes, just like coming to the dressing room of the cross dressing ball. Angel walked for a long time in the huge lottery area. Smelling all kinds of strange smells, he came to the position of the lottery box.

When Angel stood in front of the draw box, almost all the contestants looked over. Maybe Angela's draw is himself, and they naturally care.

All kinds of murderous, gloomy, oppressive, flirtatious and cynical eyes swept angel.

"This contestant, please show me your personal information." Behind the ballot box was a middle-aged woman. She was wearing a dark gray uniform and a high bun. She said solemnly.

Angel took out the thin, crystal clear card.

The middle-aged woman took it and brushed it on a crystal like alchemy machine. Angel's name immediately appeared on the transparent screen on the table.

"Milk Baron..." the middle-aged woman took a look at the name. Her original serious and old-fashioned expression was suddenly stunned, and there were signs of slight upturning in the corners of her mouth. Look at the little boy in front of her, who is covered with a hood but whose bones are obviously not grown up. She inexplicably feels that the name and person are very suitable.

At the same time, other backstage players also saw the name. It detonated a lot of laughter in an instant.

"Milk Baron, ah ha ha, this name! It's a little fart child!"

"Ha ha ha, I can beat ten such little children one by one! Be sure to line them up to me and see my Lancang God of death cut him in half!"

"Lancang God of death? Hehe, I don't accept the authority of the Holy Church!"

"Get out of the way and let me 'bishop dawn' drink this glass of milk!"

The middle-aged woman behind the lottery box said in a rare and gentle tone, "Your Excellency the milk Baron, do you want to start the lottery now?"

"Yes." A low squeak came from under the black hood.

"OK, please." The middle-aged woman motioned angel to draw lots.

The draw box was a small square box. Angel felt that the space in the box was unexpectedly large after he put his hand in it. Unexpectedly, there are expanded magic patterns in a small lottery box. The strength of sky Machinery City is really strong.

Angel casually took out a ball with a row of numbers: o38794.

The middle-aged woman took the ball and quickly recorded something. After a while, a row of words appeared on the transparent screen in front of her: milk Baron Vs Black Jack. Half an hour later, the 7th challenge arena on the first floor of the sky tower.

When the middle-aged woman saw the object of angel's battle, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and her eyes looked at angel with a trace of pity and regret.

"It's Black Jack. It seems that I have nothing to do."

"The boy met Black Jack in his maiden match. It is estimated that his psychological shadow will be infinite in the future..."

"Later? Hehe, I guess this little guy has no future. Think about Black Jack's means."

The rustling sound behind him came into angel's ears and listened to the comments of other players. Does this black jack seem to be very powerful? Angel recalled David's information on the seed players of the sky tower, in which there was no name of Black Jack.

Then why should he be afraid.

Angel took his information card carelessly, and then turned to the player area.

Because the name was too bad for his image, angel didn't intend to communicate with anyone, so he didn't go to the place where the players gathered, but found a corner.

The waiting time was boring, and angel meditated.

But soon after meditation, I heard the sound of "Ba Da Ba Da" footsteps. Angel frowned. Few people came to the place he chose. How could there be footsteps?

When he opened his eyes, he saw a man dressed strangely standing in front of him.

Yes, angel's quantifier is "only".

Because the person in front of him is wearing a white bear doll suit and a white bear ear hoop on his head. In addition, he had a white and fat face. If he didn't look carefully, he was a doll bear.

"Hello, milk baron." The white bear waved to angel.

Others greet friendly, with angel's usual character, will certainly respond friendly. But at this time, because the name was too humiliating, angel decided to formulate a high and cold personal design for the "milk Baron", so that he could not reveal his true body only if he refused to be thousands of miles away.

Thinking of his personal design, angel snorted proudly and didn't respond to the white bear's greeting.

Angel's attitude did not make the white bear flinch. Instead, he sat near angel and said with a smile: "count of milk, I also like to drink milk. Make a friend."

make friends? Angel looked at each other through his hood and did not comment on the white bear doll costume. His face was chubby and looked in his twenties, a bit like a grown-up version of Alan Munn.

Angel continued to hum coldly and said, "I'm not interested in milk. This name is a misunderstanding!"

White bear smiled: "it doesn't matter. Fate let you choose milk as your name. Even if it's a misunderstanding, maybe this misunderstanding is caused by fate to guide us to meet. So make a friend. My name is the bear of the earth. You can call me white bear or bear."

Bear... Angel shivered bitterly, and the man's "fate" reminded him of the fortune teller in the martial arts. God nagging, no shape.

"Hum -" angel sniffed. He was really proud and charming.

The white bear didn't care about angel's attitude, but continued to talk to himself with a smile: "I saw just now that your first opponent is black jack. You should be careful of Black Jack. This man is not a good stubble."

There was still no response from angel, The white bear paused and continued: "black jack is famous on the first floor of the sky tower. His strength can enter the upper level for a long time, but he would rather not contribute than promote. Because ah... He is a famous sadist and has a strong sadism. The more immature his opponent is, the more excited he is to abuse. So he stays on the first floor as a nail house and picks new people."

"Black jack is a wizard apprentice on the mysterious side. No one has seen which department it is. But he has a move that can seal people's throat and make people unable to speak." The white bear paused: "so if you are not sure, please admit defeat directly before the referee announces the start."

Angel doesn't care about the strength of Black Jack. He glanced at the white bear and said in an urn, "come on, what's the purpose of your approaching me?"