I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

Immunity?

Upon hearing the word.

Roger felt instinctively uneasy.

quickly.

The scene of the killing mask being shattered by the split palm reappeared in front of his eyes again.

It was a face exactly like myself...

"No way?"

"No way!"

Roger rubbed his temples nervously.

It can't be another drama of the past and future self, right?

This unscientific!

Roger was sure of that.

At least in character and principle.

I and the Killing Mask are two completely different people.

It's just that there are too many similar things.

So he couldn't help but ask one more question:

"Is there any other news?"

"Such as his toughness? Resurrection? Reflection speed?"

Ripley didn't think much of it.

He simply replied honestly:

"I do not know."

"That gossip was incomplete.

I got it from the middleman of the middleman.

I am still chasing the real provider of the news.

But not very sure.

After all, for future organizations.

That incident 30 years ago was more than a shame.

It even shakes the foundation of their rule..."

...

Roger nodded.

I will no longer delve into this topic.

In general.

The strategy of the two going through the back door has achieved certain results.

At least he learned a part of the unknown information about the Killing Mask.

They chatted for a while.

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 showed a look of astonishment:

"that is not……"

"That's the same mask as the Killing Mask."

Roger said with certainty.

Then he raised the black mask in his hand as if by magic.

He explained blankly:

...

"In part of Skye.

The deeds of the Killing Mask have been glorified.

Many young men who were not in the mage community saw him as a true hero.

They adore him.

Areas with fewer mage groups like Pumpkin Town.

Many people will wear this mask at the celebration.

On the one hand, it is a memorial to the Killing Mask.

On the other hand, it is a silent protest against the mage community. "

...

"I made a mistake."

"I thought I could pretend to be a killing mask to bluff."

"I didn't expect that in a small pumpkin town celebration, there would be people bumping into the same mask everywhere!"

"There are stalls near this thing for sale, and the price is very cheap!"

"Young people are almost one in every hand!"

...

Looking at Roger's helpless expression.

Ripley smiled gloatingly for the first time.

But he soon stopped.

this moment.

He showed excellent expression management ability.

And when encountering Roger's dissatisfied eyes.

He deftly changes the subject:

"anyway."

"Why is the price of this mask so low?"

"I mean, the production system of this world doesn't seem to allow such an exquisite mask to become a cheap commodity..."

Roger nodded slightly.

Ripley's insight is still very keen.

about this point.

He has already done research.

He explained:

"We have to ask the owner of this Butterfly Island."

"The pumpkin town celebration is all funded by him alone."

"The masks sold at the stalls are naturally made by him."

Talking to smart people is easy.

Ripley, the old fox, suddenly showed a clear expression on his face:

"The alchemist? I see"

"After the killing mask incident that year, the mage group was the most injured, of course, but the biggest beneficiary was not ordinary people, but another group of people represented by him..."

Roger narrowed his eyes.

agreed:

"That's right, the alchemist."

...

After the killing mask incident broke out.

The Future Organization made further compromises for the non-Mage crowd.

Not only did they give up more Sky Island resources.

A group of alchemists were also fostered as a buffer zone between them and non-caster professions.

Conceptually.

Most mages don't look down on alchemists who are mostly pragmatists.

The latter's use efficiency and ability in terms of fantasy ether are far inferior to pure magic net mages.

And in daily life.

Alchemists are also more friendly than magic net mages.

Some of the current non-mage island owners are alchemists.

It can be seen from this.

They were the biggest beneficiaries of that incident.

And from this point of view.

It's not bad for the alchemist to commemorate the killing mask.

What Roger cared about was.

Honor the arch-nemesis of the future organization with tacit approval in this public setting.

The latter did not respond.

Does this mean the current floating island?

Alchemists are much more powerful than they appear on the surface?

...

"Beware of that alchemist."

Roger concluded cautiously.

Finish this sentence.

He joked to Ripley:

"Do you want to sign up for the Thieves Conference together?"

The drow rogue shook his head:

"I don't know how to pick locks, and I don't know how to steal, so forget it."

"And I'm going to make some noise..."

Roger frowned:

"Um?"

But in an instant he understood the intention of the other party.

He winked at Ripley.

next second.

The figure of the drow rogue disappeared soundlessly.

after awhile.

A surveillance eye passed over Roger's head arrogantly.

It stayed in place for a while.

Roger, who entered the "hiding" state, was not found.

Then he went all the way towards the trace left by Ripley on purpose.

...

"Be careful with that alchemist!"

after a long time.

Ripley's voice was quietly ringing in Roger's ear.

At that time.

Roger has quietly mixed into the flow of people at the Pumpkin Town celebration.

Mixed with a group of ordinary people.

Roger doesn't exist.

On the surface.

He enjoys the festive spirit as much as anyone else.

However, his mind was constantly analyzing the information at hand and sketching out the follow-up action plan

...

"Fix the before and after of Xuanzhi's imprint."

"It's best to take the time to go to the surface."

"That's a poisonous gas that can make even a civilization helpless!"

"I just don't know if I can stand it..."

"It shouldn't be a problem, right? At most, I'll have some diarrhea..."

"Also, I have to go through the future city. My prestige artifact "Endless Magic Net" seems to have some sense of the world's magic net. I don't know if I can take advantage of it. Maybe the progress of gestation will be much faster..."

...

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Come to yourself.

The bell is already ringing.

The noisy human voice stimulated Roger's periosteum.

He just felt that there were people around him.

Countless hands were touching him.

It's a pity that Sandy is here.

They are doomed to touch nothing.

Snapped!

Roger calmly knocked out a salty pig's hand that was obviously out of bounds.

Then he focused his attention on the table in front of him.

now.

He was standing with hundreds of people at a row of wooden tables stretched apart.

Everyone has a lock in front of them.

obviously.

The lockpicking event in the Triathlon is about to begin.

Roger noticed.

behind the table.

A burly proctor puppet was patrolling back and forth.

Is this to prevent contestants from cheating?

Roger didn't know either.

On the most central high platform.

The host of the competition has also been unveiled.

That is an aunt.

She stated the rules hoarsely on stage.

Under the blessing of sound amplification magic.

Her voice overshadowed the enthusiasm of the onlookers.

Although the competition environment of the players is extremely bad.

But can barely hear the rules.

This project is actually very simple.

A lock in one hand.

It's all about unlocking speed!

Although the organizer divided all the contestants into more than a dozen groups.

But because there is no such mechanism as the preliminaries and rematch.

So everyone has only one chance.

Roger noticed.

Except for a lock on the table.

There is also a timer.

According to the host aunt said.

Just finish unlocking.

The timer will stop automatically.

At that time, there will naturally be staff to verify the results.

It is worth mentioning that.

Although it is a triathlon competition.

But the single champion can directly send to the final battle for the treasure chest.

The rest will rely on comprehensive points.

In terms of skill.

Lockpicking is actually the lowest of the three items.

Sometimes it's just luck.

Good luck.

just went in.

So everyone's enthusiasm is very high.

...

The game hasn't started yet.

Roger has already been numb by the people around him.

Put aside the enthusiastic crowd and the malicious people who mingled in the crowd.

The people on the left and right of him seemed to be blacksmiths.

Before the game starts.

The middle-aged man on the left has already raised a big hammer and a pair of big scissors.

The strong young man on the right has more complete tools.

He is professionally carrying a small case.

There are a series of very professional tools such as tweezers, iron wire, small hammers, and chisels.

at the same time.

He observed the situation around him very vigilantly.

If there is a black hand from the crowd touching the wrong place.

He will raise a chisel to demonstrate and intimidate.

Similar chaos abounds.

For a moment.

Roger seems to have returned to Quinan's "Tauren Tavern".

It seems that no matter which plane you are in.

This kind of carnival competition for the people at the bottom is almost the same.

Whether it's an arm wrestling contest.

Or Thieves Conference.

Each has its wild side.

certainly.

The enthusiasm of the crowd also made Roger feel the smell of fireworks for a long time.

"If only there weren't so many hands groping ass..."

"I really have no money..."

Roger sighed.

It's not easy for him to use any special abilities at this time.

I can only bite the bullet and wait.

Fortunately, the host aunt is also very quick.

Not long.

She announced it in her trademark hoarse voice.

Game start!

...

"Reminder: You have touched a poor copper lock"

...

"Your special ability Consonance Finger is passively triggered!"

...

"You opened the brass lock!"

...

"Dididi!"

The sharp timer sounded suddenly.

A pair of surprised eyes cast over.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Roger himself was taken aback for a moment.

He would have liked to have done it.

Who knew this lock could be opened so easily!

I haven't used any tricks yet.

Just a light touch.

It opened directly by itself!

"This is too unreserved!"

Roger was a little ashamed.

beside.

Immediately a staff member came over to check.

He looked at the lock in Roger's hand in surprise:

"You drove it?"

Roger tried to quibble:

"It opened itself."

The staff blew a whistle.

Then gave him a kind look:

"Good luck."

"A bad lock was encountered."

Roger got it wrong:

"Then do I need to start a new one?"

The staff smiled and shook their heads and said:

"Luck is also part of strength."

"You passed."

"0.02 seconds... Oh hoo! You are so fast!"

"I can guarantee you are the fastest."

"You're getting a walk, lucky lad!"

His voice fell.

Intense applause, noise and protests suddenly erupted from the crowd!

Roger's left.

The middle-aged blacksmith had a dark face.

Saw Roger make the cut.

He stopped fiddling with the lock in his hand.

Just swung the big hammer and smashed the copper lock!

Who knows the next second.

The timer also beeped beeping.

"Pass."

"19.8 seconds..."

The worker glanced at the timer.

Then silently wrote down Roger and his name.

"That's okay too?"

The guy on the right quit:

"Is this also called unlocking?"

The staff kindly reminded:

"Mind yourself."

"Your lock was stolen..."

The boy was taken aback.

He looked back.

really.

A hand that didn't know where it came from grabbed its lock and disappeared into the crowd!

Immediately, he anxiously raised the chisel and smashed it over there!

"Ouch!"

Start with this cry of pain.

The scene fell into violent chaos for a while.

Players who focus on picking locks have to climb onto tables to pick locks.

The crowd who came to cheer for their families began to harass other players even more without a bottom line.

The lad with the chisel just had the lock stolen.

When Roger slid out of the crowd.

Accidentally found a lot of colorful underwear...

He glanced back.

have to.

Some people in the contestant's bench have already started running naked.

But the game is still going on.

Whether it is the organizer or the audience.

Or the contestants themselves didn't think there was anything wrong with all of this.

In the sound of fierce cursing.

The game was gradually pushed to a climax.

Locks were opened in various ways.

This noisy atmosphere lasted until late at night.

When everyone leaves exhausted.

With a hoarse voice, the host announced the champion of the lockpicking event!

"The miracle of unlocking in 0.02 seconds! Belongs to us..."

"summer……"

"you!!!!!!!!"

"The champion rewards 100 butterfly coins!"

"I suggest you find a place to spend it tonight!"

"Otherwise, you will be targeted by the players in the stealing group soon..."

"Well, there are 10 more bandages, which will come in handy if you insist on being the target of public criticism..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The aunt hid herself on stage for a while.

half an hour.

Someone came to remind him.

Mr. Charles had already collected his prize and left.

"What a boring kid!"

The aunt's face suddenly collapsed:

"When he participates in the stealing competition tomorrow, I will definitely show him some color!"

...

Unfortunately.

The grievances of the host aunt are destined to be unsatisfied.

After winning the champion of the lockpicking group.

Roger decided to give up "stealing" and "escape" directly.

Anyway, it's been delivered.

Why do you want to have trouble with ordinary people?

certainly.

He admitted that he was intimidated by this 'big' scene today.

The unlocking is so unrestrained.

So the theft doesn't just stab someone with a knife?

Roger wasn't afraid of being stabbed.

With his dodge value.

Ordinary people can't poke it at all.

Even if you hit it.

It is also the knife that suffers.

But in that case.

Even if the scene is chaotic.

It is also possible to expose yourself.

He didn't want to be targeted by an immortal-level alchemist before he got the mark of Xuanzhi.

...

the next day.

Roger lives peacefully in a stone house that Pumpkin Town officials use to accommodate out-of-town festivalgoers.

today.

He originally planned to sneak around the surface.

But just now.

His void invitation letter suddenly became hot.

Roger took it out and looked.

These few lines gradually emerged above

...

"I became a full member of Asgard.

But the situation here is completely different from what I imagined.

I know some dark secrets.

I think you should be interested.

more importantly.

You have no referrals yet! ! !

No wonder you've been taking detours!

I think we need to talk.

Mr Husky.

or.

Roger?

Beloved: Hediwala (Gentleman Cat)”

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