I upgrade points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 459 458. Why don't you come and die?

"Anyway... this is the situation. No matter whether that old bastard is bluffing or not, you have to be careful after the gambling is over. If you need to, you can come to my house and live directly. In this way, he will definitely not dare to touch you...

Don't worry too much. This old bastard actually has no strength or background. He is just keen on showing up and attending various activities. He has a little reputation. Then he has a family-like private society under his control. It is a group of scumbags who gather together to flatter each other. So once the [story] is lost, there is only bluffing left."

Old Olga told Lloyd the dispute and threat just now through private channels, reminding him to be careful and pay attention, but not to worry too much.

"Okay, I know, don't worry, I can handle it myself."

Lloyd said to the small bottle of Xiuzhen wine, feeling helpless and funny for a while.

If you are not good, practice more, and if you can't afford to lose, don't play. Why don't you understand?

As for the other party's threat to cause trouble for him, he could only say...

Don't not come!

It's just a seventh-level [Story] path, and he has used his strongest trump card. What's there to be afraid of?

Moreover, this guy didn't even dare to threaten the fifth-level judge, and only dared to stare at himself, a fourth-level one. He is a typical bully who only fears the strong.

He is simply a loser, can't afford to lose, and has no manners. He is despised by others. As an advanced young man who has received higher education, Lloyd despises such people the most.

So Jefferson's harsh voice and expression, except for making Lloyd smile, basically had no effect. He still gnawed the big book as usual, practiced the ancient breathing method from time to time, and then waited for the last round of [Story] to start.

It was the graduate of the [Curse] department who was reluctant to take action, which made him feel a little unhappy.

I'm waiting to win the final victory, what are you waiting for?

Wouldn't it be better to come and die quickly?

Lloyd felt that he had already won, but coincidentally, the last two opponents also thought so.

"We won! As long as we get rid of that old bastard Jefferson, it will be impossible to turn the tables with Olga's 9 hours. We have already won!"

The seventh-level strongman Meyer was making a victory declaration in advance through private channels.

In his opinion, his biggest obstacle was Jefferson and the judge he brought with him, but at the end of the second round, his time was not worth mentioning at all. Olga in the first round only had nine hours. As long as everything went according to plan, he would definitely be the winner in the end.

Moreover, in terms of personal friendship outside of gambling, he and Jefferson were more familiar with each other. Next, he could promise him some benefits to let him fully support him and win the last round.

After a calculation, Meyer had already called himself an eighth-level agent in his heart.

As a result, the graduate he found was constantly beating his drum at this time.

His intuition reminded him that he was in danger, and it was best to find a way to get out as soon as possible, and not to continue to get involved, which might lead to his own death.

But if he really left like this, it would mean offending both Mitzkatok and a powerful and influential seventh-level strongman at the same time, and he would die faster...

At this point, he had no way to turn back, and could only check his curses and arrangements over and over again, trying to find the reason for his uneasiness.

But no matter how he checked, it seemed flawless.

The rituals in the room had been successfully controlled by him, and the curses that were not threatening for the time being had been planted silently.

Even the results of divination tended to be optimistic.

So what exactly caused his uneasiness?

Could it be that there was some powerful force behind this kid? If he killed him, he would suffer a more fierce revenge?

But it didn't matter, right? With the [Contract] to testify for him, it should be enough to clear his suspicion.

I have studied in Mizkatok for many years, and I have mastered the [Curse] to perfection. I am especially good at casting curses secretly. After graduation, I have cursed many people to death silently...

In the end, I was impulsive and acted without preparation, killing my classmates, which led to today's situation.

But with full preparation, he couldn't imagine who could find his flaws.

So... can I win?

No... I can definitely win!

The graduate clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

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In this way, everyone welcomed the morning of the third day safely.

Lloyd still completed the "Daily Sign-in" step by step, and then evenly distributed the 10 attributes obtained last night and this morning to [Inspiration] and [Cognition], one reached 450 points and the other reached 825 points.

Then he got up, practiced breathing, and checked the rituals in the room, and found that the graduate last night still did not take action.

"Hmm...it seems that this guy is really planning to do something in the [story] again?"

Lloyd pursed his lips and then smiled.

"But he doesn't seem to realize that if he enters the [story], I can interfere with him?"

Speaking of this, Lloyd always felt a little strange. It seemed that except for old Olga who noticed something and mentioned it to him through private channels, Jefferson yesterday seemed to be completely unaware of his actions?

Even the two opponents who were arranged by the card he drew didn't notice anything unusual?

Even Old Olga, who noticed something was wrong, didn't know why. She only knew that she had done something, but she didn't ask too much, and didn't seem to care much.

It seems that this kind of interference through [Projection] and Tentacle Grass is quite secretive?

Or is it taking advantage of some characteristics of [Story] itself? After all, the power of [Story] itself has a certain effect of interfering with thinking and memory.

Forget it, don't think about it for now, let's talk about it after we get out.

Lloyd didn't think about it anymore, and lay down on the bed, ready to face the last round of gambling.

Soon, he heard a voice-over, and began to arrange a failed middle-aged person for himself.

It's probably the template of a hopeless future, an unfaithful wife, and unfilial children.

Then, as soon as the plot begins, he comes to a rooftop and considers committing suicide, but is dissuaded by a sneaky person who is obviously a cult member, and begins to talk endlessly about their heavenly father and savior...

Then it should be a story about an ordinary person being bullied and harmed by this group of cult members, right?

Lloyd can't help but wonder, is this really a plot that a normal person can come up with?