Magic immunity?
As soon as I heard this word.
Roger instinctively felt uneasy.
Very quickly.
The scene where the Killing Mask's mask was shattered by the Fracture Palm appeared before his eyes again.
It was a face exactly like mine...
"No way?"
“No way!”
Roger rubbed his temple a little nervously.
Could it be another drama about my past and future selves?
This is unscientific!
Roger was sure.
At least in terms of character and principles.
He and Killing Mask are two completely different people.
There are just too many similar things.
So he couldn't help but ask one more question:
"Any other news?"
"Like his toughness? Resurrection? Reflex speed?"
Ripley didn't think much about it.
He simply answered honestly:
"I don't know."
“That gossip is incomplete.
I got it from a middleman's middleman.
I am still tracking down the real provider of the information.
But the confidence is not very high.
After all, for future organizations.
What happened 30 years ago is more than just a shame.
It has even shaken the foundation of their rule..."
…
Roger nodded.
So I didn't delve further into this topic.
Overall.
The two's backdoor strategy did achieve certain results.
At least I got to know some unknown information about the Killing Mask.
They chatted for a while longer.
The topic gradually shifted to the celebration in Pumpkin Town.
Not far away.
A young man wearing a black mask swaggered past.
Look at the mask on his face.
Ripley looked stunned:
"That's not..."
"That's the same mask as the Killing Mask."
Roger said affirmatively.
Then he raised the black mask in his hand like a magic trick.
He explained expressionlessly:
…
“On a part of the Isle of Skye.
The deeds of the Killing Mask have been embellished.
Many young people who are not part of the wizard community regard him as a true hero.
They admire him very much.
Areas like Pumpkin Town where there are fewer mages.
Many people wear this kind of mask during the celebration.
On the one hand, it is a commemoration of the Mask of Slaughter.
On the other hand, it is a silent protest against the mage community."
…
"I made a mistake."
"I originally thought I could disguise myself as the Killing Mask and deceive people."
“I didn’t expect that at a small Pumpkin Town festival, there would be people wearing the same masks everywhere!”
"This stuff is sold at the nearby stalls, and the price is very cheap!"
“Almost every young person has one!”
…
Looking at Roger's helpless expression.
For the first time, Ripley smiled a gloating smile.
But he soon stopped.
This moment.
He demonstrated excellent expression management skills.
And when he encountered Roger's dissatisfied look.
He cleverly changed the subject:
"By the way."
“Why is the price of this mask so low?”
"I mean, the production system of this world doesn't seem to allow such a delicate mask to become a cheap commodity..."
Roger nodded slightly.
Ripley's insight is still very sharp.
About this.
He has done research on this.
He explained:
"You'll have to ask the owner of this Butterfly Island."
"He single-handedly funded the Pumpkintown Festival."
“The masks sold at the stalls are naturally also his work.”
It's simple to talk to smart people.
Ripley, the old fox, immediately showed a look of understanding on his face:
"The alchemist? I see."
"After the Masked Killing incident, the most hurt were of course the mages, but the biggest beneficiaries were not the common people, but another group of people represented by him..."
Roger narrowed his eyes.
Agree:
"Yes, the alchemist."
…
After the Killing Mask incident broke out.
In the future, the organization made further compromises with the non-magic population.
They not only gave up more resources of Sky Island.
A group of alchemists were also fostered to serve as a buffer between non-spellcasting professions.
From a conceptual point of view.
Most mages look down upon alchemists, who are mostly pragmatists.
The latter's efficiency and ability in using Dream Aether are far inferior to those of a pure Magic Web Mage.
And in daily life.
Alchemists are also more approachable than Ley Wizards.
Some of the current non-mage island owners are alchemists.
This shows.
They were the biggest beneficiaries of that incident.
And from this perspective.
It wouldn't be a bad idea for Alchemist to commemorate the Mask of Slaughter.
Roger cares.
In this public setting, the future organization's enemies were commemorated with a tacit attitude.
The latter did not respond.
Does this explain the current floating island?
The power of alchemists is much greater than it appears?
…
"Be careful with that alchemist."
Roger concluded cautiously.
Finish saying this.
He joked to Ripley:
"Would you like to sign up for the Thieves' Conference together?"
The drow wanderer shook his head:
"I can't pick a lock, and I can't steal, so forget it."
"And I'm going to make some noise..."
Roger frowned:
"Um?"
But he understood the other party's intention in an instant.
He winked at Ripley.
Next second.
The figure of the drow wanderer disappeared silently on the spot.
After a while.
A surveillance eye swept over Roger's head arrogantly.
It stayed there for a while.
Failed to find Roger who went into "hiding" state.
Then he headed in the direction of the traces Ripley deliberately left.
…
"Be careful with that alchemist indeed!"
A long time passed.
Ripley's voice quietly sounded in Roger's ears.
At that time.
Roger has quietly blended into the crowd of people attending the Pumpkin Town Celebration.
Mixed in with a group of ordinary people.
Roger had no presence.
On the surface.
He was enjoying the festive atmosphere like everyone else.
However, his mind was still analyzing the intelligence at hand and outlining a follow-up action plan.
…
"Before and after finishing the Mysterious Mark."
"It's best to take some time to go to the surface."
"That's a poisonous gas that can render an entire civilization helpless!"
"I just don't know if I can handle it..."
"It should be fine, right? At most I'll have some diarrhea..."
"Also, I have to visit Future City. My reputation artifact, Endless Magic Web, seems to have some sensitivity to the magic web of this world. I wonder if I can take advantage of it. Maybe the breeding process will be much faster..."
…
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Come back to your senses.
The bells are ringing.
The noisy voices irritated Roger's periosteum.
He just felt that there were people all around him.
Countless hands were touching him.
It's a pity that Cindy is here.
They were destined to touch nothing.
Bang!
Roger calmly slapped away a hand that was clearly crossing the line.
Then he focused his attention on the table in front of him.
now.
He was standing with hundreds of people in front of a row of wooden tables.
There is a lock in front of each person.
Obviously.
The lock-picking event of the triathlon is about to begin.
Roger noticed.
Behind the table.
A group of burly invigilator puppets were patrolling back and forth.
Is this to prevent contestants from cheating?
Roger didn't know either.
On the highest platform in the center.
The host of the competition has also been unveiled.
That was an old lady.
She was on the stage shouting out the rules at the top of her lungs.
With the blessing of the magic of amplification.
Her voice drowned out the enthusiasm of the onlookers.
This is despite the contestants' extremely poor competition environment.
But I can barely understand the rules.
This project is actually very simple.
Everyone has a lock.
It all depends on the unlocking speed!
Although the organizers divided all the contestants into more than a dozen groups.
But there is no mechanism such as preliminary and semi-finals.
So everyone only has one chance.
Roger noticed.
There was nothing on the table except a lock.
There is also a timer.
According to the host lady.
Just complete the lock picking.
The timer will stop automatically.
There will naturally be staff to verify the results at that time.
It is worth mentioning.
Although it is a triathlon.
But the individual champion can directly advance to the final treasure chest battle.
The rest will have to rely on comprehensive points.
In terms of technicality.
Lock picking is actually the lowest of the three items.
Sometimes it's just luck.
Just luck.
Just go in.
So everyone was very enthusiastic.
…
The game hasn't started yet.
Roger has already been confused by the people around him.
Leave behind the enthusiastic and crowded crowds and those with bad intentions who mingle among the crowd and take advantage of others.
The people on his left and right seemed to be blacksmiths.
Before the game starts.
The middle-aged man on the left has already grunted and brought out a big hammer and a pair of big scissors.
The strong young man on the right has a more complete set of tools.
He was carrying a small box very professionally.
There are a series of very professional tools inside, including tweezers, wire, small hammer, chisel, etc.
at the same time.
He observed the situation around him very vigilantly.
If a dark hand from the crowd touches a place it shouldn't touch.
He would raise his chisel as a threat.
There are countless similar chaos.
There was a moment like that.
Roger seemed to have returned to the Minotaur Tavern in Quinan.
It seems that no matter which plane.
These carnivals among the lower class people are all similar.
Whether it's an arm wrestling competition.
Or a thieves' meeting.
They all have a wild and unrestrained side.
certainly.
The enthusiasm of the crowd also made Roger feel a hint of fireworks after a long time.
"It would be nice if there weren't so many hands touching my butt..."
"I really don't have any money..."
Roger sighed.
It was not easy for him to use any special abilities at this time.
All I can do is wait.
Fortunately, the host lady was also very efficient.
Not long.
She announced it in her signature hoarse way.
The game begins!
…
"Hint: You have come into contact with a crude copper lock."
…
"Your special ability - Telepathic Finger is passively triggered!"
…
"You opened the brass lock!"
…
“Ding ding ding!”
The sharp timer suddenly rang.
A pair of surprised eyes were cast over.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Roger himself was stunned for a moment.
He wanted to be more pretentious.
Who knew this lock was so difficult to open!
I haven't used any techniques yet.
Just a light touch.
It just opened by itself!
"This is too unrestrained!"
Roger was a little embarrassed.
beside.
Immediately a staff member came over to verify.
He looked at the lock in Roger's hand in surprise:
"You drove it?"
Roger tried to argue:
“It opened on its own.”
The staff blew a whistle.
Then he gave him a kind look:
"Good luck."
"I encountered a bad lock."
Roger thought something was wrong:
“Do I need to open a new one?”
The staff member smiled and shook his head:
"Luck is also part of strength."
"You passed."
"0.02 seconds...Wow! You're really fast!"
"I guarantee you're the fastest."
"You're going to be admitted, lucky boy!"
His words fell.
The crowd suddenly erupted into loud applause, loud noises and protests!
Roger's left.
The middle-aged blacksmith had a gloomy face.
Seeing Roger advance.
He stopped fiddling with the lock.
He just swung the sledgehammer and smashed the copper lock into pieces!
Who knows what will happen in the next second.
The timer actually started beeping.
"Pass."
"19.8 seconds..."
The worker glanced at the timer.
Then he silently memorized Roger and his name.
"Is this possible?"
The guy on the right is not happy:
“Is this also called unlocking?”
The staff kindly reminded:
"Mind your own business."
"Your lock was stolen..."
The young man was shocked.
He looked back.
really.
A hand came from nowhere, grabbed my lock and disappeared into the crowd!
He immediately raised the chisel and smashed it over there anxiously!
“Ouch!”
It started with a cry of pain.
The scene fell into severe chaos for a while.
Contestants who focused on lock picking had to climb onto a table to do the lock picking.
The crowd who came to cheer for his family began to harass other contestants even more unscrupulously.
The guy with the chisel just had his lock stolen.
When Roger slid out of the crowd.
I accidentally found a lot of colorful underwear...
He glanced back.
have to.
Some people in the contestant seats have already started streaking.
But the game still goes on.
Both the organizers and the public.
Or maybe the contestants themselves didn't think there was anything wrong with all this.
Amidst fierce cursing.
The game was gradually pushed to its climax.
Locks were opened in various ways.
This noisy atmosphere continued until late at night.
When everyone left exhausted.
The host announced the champion of the lock picking event in a hoarse voice!
"The miracle of unlocking in 0.02 seconds! It belongs to us..."
"summer……"
"you!!!!!!!!"
"Champion reward - 100 Butterfly Coins!"
"I suggest you spend it somewhere tonight!"
"Otherwise, you'll soon be targeted by the players in the stealing group..."
"Well , there are 10 bandages. If you insist on becoming the target of public criticism, these bandages will come in handy..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The old lady entertained herself on the stage for a while.
After a while.
Then someone came to remind him.
Mr. Charles has already received the award and left.
"What a boring boy!"
The aunt's face suddenly fell:
"When he participates in the stealing competition tomorrow, I will definitely teach him a lesson!"
…
What a pity.
The host lady's resentment is destined not to be satisfied.
After winning the lock picking group championship.
Roger decided to give up "stealing" and "escaping" directly.
Anyway, I've been admitted.
Why should you make things difficult for ordinary people?
certainly.
He admitted that he was frightened by this "big" scene today.
Unlocking is so unrestrained.
If you want to steal, why not just stab the person with a knife?
It wasn't that Roger was afraid of being stabbed.
With his dodge value.
Ordinary people can't do it at all.
Even if it was stabbed.
The knife also suffered.
But in that case.
Even if the scene is chaotic.
There is also a chance of exposing yourself.
He didn't want to be targeted by an immortal-level alchemist before he got the Mystical Mark.
…
The next day.
Roger lived quietly in a stone house used by the Pumpkin Town authorities to accommodate outsiders participating in the celebration.
today.
He had been planning to sneak out to the surface.
But just now.
His virtual world invitation suddenly became hot.
Roger took it out and took a look.
A few lines of words gradually emerged above:
…
“I became a full member of Asgard.
But the situation here is completely different from what I imagined.
I learned some dark secrets.
I thought you might be interested.
What's more.
You don't have any referrals yet!!!
No wonder you keep taking detours!
I think we need to talk.
Mr. Husky.
or.
Roger?
——Love you: Hediwara (Gentleman Cat)
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