~： The fourth year story 015, contestant No. 64

"Mr. Campa!"

In the grove outside the arena, two knights who had been waiting for a long time saw Campa's arrival and immediately stepped forward. But when they saw the road stained with red spots behind the old man and the red liquid flowing out of Campa's right sleeve, they finally hesitated when they came to their lips.

"Mr. Campa...?"

Campa shook his head slightly: "Go ahead."

"Then...well. Mr. Campa, has the candidate...decided?"

The old man did not disappoint the two knights. He nodded quietly, showing a rare calmness on his face——

"Please go back and tell your Majesty. The executor of the task has been determined."

The sadness on the faces of the two knights immediately turned into smiles. Not why, because the executor of this task, the King of Bucks, has secretly selected many people, but there has been no ideal target. Seeing that the ten-person selection battle has begun, and the day to go to the Black Dragon Empire is not far away, if this candidate is still not decided, it will be very bad!

But it's finally okay now, because the candidate has been decided! Moreover, it was the person who was personally decided by the old friend of the Buck Emperor, Headmaster Campa! Everything is okay... Yes, everything is okay!

The two happily high-five each other, but they didn’t remember until they were excited. A knight stepped forward to hold Campa and said with concern: "Mr. Campa, your right hand..."

However, Campa took a step back, still covering his right shoulder with his left hand, and the white light from his palm never weakened.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. A little hurt. Anyway, don't you go back and tell your Majesty?"

"Yes, yes! We have to report to your majesty quickly! Just say that the task has been selected! Quick!"

A slightly older knight would not doubt Campa's strength, and he himself was also a good medical man. Since he said he was fine, it must be fine. After hurriedly saluting, the two knights immediately rushed to the castle in the middle of the city to pay back.

"Huh... no... problem?"

Campa clutched his shoulders, looked up at the blue sky, and muttered to himself.

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"Hehehe, this old man is really interesting. Now I am giving you a D-level mission. What do you want to do? No, no, it should be said, what kind of interesting mission this third D-level mission will be? What?"

"...Anyway, it will never be easy."

"Oh? Your evaluation?"

"Last year...I didn't take over the task."

"Listening to your tone, it seems that I am very dissatisfied with not earning extra money. That's right! No task means that there is no saving. The money for this little girl to buy medicine for the mute is not enough~~~! You said Right? Little girl."

The blood-red pupils stared at Little Bread, and Little Bread was not very afraid of this magic eye, who had been used to seeing it. She opened her hands, and after screaming twice, she hugged the idiot's arm again, her little face rubbing against his arm.

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The trials are finally coming to an end. With another set of wins and losses split, 31 pairs of children have participated in the battle. When the battle on the field was over, the Great Sword of El, who had finally returned to the lounge, immediately slapped his chest, rushed into the arena, and banged the huge sword in his hand to the ground.

With a boom, the dust flew up. The displayed courage shocked the two of them who had not had time to leave in the future.

"Well, finally it's my turn, Master Al! Come! Who is my opponent? Come up to me!"

Al is the 7th. Among the 64 numbers, only him and another number have not been drawn. The audience watched the last battle of the first round. Some people who knew Al’s strength felt sorry for his opponent, while others who didn’t know were shocked by the courage he showed at the moment. .

This is of course, because the kid also played in the "trial" in Campa just now. And he has walked for more than 20 rounds in the hands of Headmaster Campa, and he has full confidence in the capital.

The audience, the last battle!

The audience who had just passed the warm-up was aroused by Al's loud shout, and everyone began to shout loudly. After confirming Al's number, the emcee suffocated his breath after looking at the numbers of the personnel who had not yet been combated, and said loudly—

"Now! No. 7, Al Lane, a three-year-old of the Divine Grace Martial Arts Department! Battle No. 64, the special guest of this battle!"

No name was reported.

Because on the emcee's paper, only the words "special guest" were written.

But just these four words are enough to make the audience boil!

"Special guest? Who is the special guest?"

"Didn't that person come in through pre-selection?"

"God knows. But since that person can be specially invited, he must be very strong?"

"Very strong, absolutely strong! Who is No. 64? The roster in my hand only ends at No. 63!"

"Number 64! Number 64! Number 64! Number 64!"

Deafening cheers one after another in the audience, Al carrying a huge sword, looked at the rest area with a sneer from the corner of his mouth, his eyes swept across the faces of the crowd. Not only is he waiting, the audience is waiting, the walnut on the podium is also waiting.

"Idiot... come out! I have prepared the stage for you. You must get ahead before I can ask my father to make you my knight!"

The cheers were higher than the waves, and everyone was waiting. Waiting for the little-known person to come out, waiting for the appearance of the "special guest"! Waiting for the surprise, waiting for the shock! They will be happy that they have been deceived by the "mystery" because that is why they come here to enjoy the excitement!

Waiting...

waiting……

Endless...waiting...

No one came out.

No one, not even a mouse, came out of the rest area.

The mysterious player No. 64 seemed to have evaporated, and did not appear in the crowd at the request of the audience.

"Huh, it turned out to be a tortoise with a shrunken head." Dai Lao in the Goodsey rest area snorted, and very comfortably took the drink from Felt who also passed the first round of selection.

After such a long waiting time, the voice of the audience was gradually replaced by suspicion...

"Come out! Why haven't you come out yet?"

"Hey, hey, don't you really shrink your head after knowing that Al is tough?"

"Get out! Number 64! Come out and fight! I didn't buy a ticket to come in to see the tortoise!!!"

Gradually, the cynicism in the audience replaced the shouts. Hearing these voices, the walnut on the rostrum turned his head very worried and glanced at the father, who was sitting behind the bunker. When she saw the slightly unhappy expression on the king's face, she immediately began to curse: "Idiot! You idiot! Why can't it come out? This number can only be obtained by me pressing down on it, in the end. What do you want? I know you are strong, get out of the game quickly!"

But no matter how harsh the people in the audience scolded or how excited Walnut’s prayers were, the rest area remained quiet, and no one came out.

In fact, it is not just the auditorium, but also a mess in the rest area. Since there are so many non-players here, many people look on other people's faces, hoping to find the number 64 player. Of course, the idiot was also targeted by several people, but it was only aimed at. Because no one would believe that this man with fetters on his hands and feet and holding a little girl in his hands would be the last contestant.

Lucifer turned his head and looked at the idiot. The cold eyes seemed to be asking questions. Xing Li also looked at the idiot, maybe she was aware of something faintly. But the idiot still stood there, bowed his head, and said nothing.

"Hey, won't you participate?" An Mie asked.

"...In Campa's hands, I can't even make one move. And he has made more than 20 moves."

"Heh. You mean, this big guy is at least 20 times stronger than yours, right?"

"...Moreover, the'princess' gave me a number for no reason, and she definitely wanted me to be beaten to death in front of so many people."

"Hmm, it makes sense. You are weak, and anyone who is weak can kill you. Let's not talk about the one who has taken 50 moves and has not lost, and is'obviously' 50 times stronger than you. .Speaking of all the contestants here, I am afraid that each of them can crush you like an ant, right? Rats who don’t want to die will never try to do things that they are completely uncertain about. Right? "

"………………Ok."

"Okay! I also support you not to participate. After all, I am not interested in battles without bloodshed. On the other hand, your battles are not for viewing. Once the swords of "Shang" and "Insects" are released, they still want to comply. This kind of friendly match’s “no-kill rule” is almost impossible. Hehehehe."

After the answer, Dim Mie closed his eyes comfortably and didn't worry about it. The idiot was also leaning against the wall, silently waiting for the emcee and referee outside to decide that player 64 was not defeated.

This is the conspiracy of the "princess". He has no reason to follow the rules of "Princess Walnut", does he?