Player No. 015,64

"Mr. Campa!"

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

"Mr. Campa..."

Campa shook her head gently: "Tell me."

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

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

"Please go back and tell Your Majesty that the executor of the mission has been confirmed."

The worry on the faces of the two knights immediately turned into a smile. No, because the executor of this mission, the Bucks King, had secretly selected many people, but he had never had an ideal partner. Seeing that the ten-person selection battle had begun, the day to go to the Black Dragon Empire was not far away, if this candidate still had not been decided, it would be very bad!

But it finally doesn't matter now, because the candidate has been decided! Moreover, it was decided by the old friend of the Bucks Emperor, Principal Campa himself! Everything is fine... Yes, everything is fine!

The two of them happily slapped each other, but they only remembered that a knight stepped forward to support Campa and said with concern: "Mr. Campa, your right hand..."

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

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm a little hurt. Then again, won't you go back and tell Your Majesty?"

"Yes, yes! We must repay His Majesty quickly! Just say that someone has chosen the mission! Hurry!"

The older knight would not doubt Campa's strength, and he was also very skilled in medical skills. Since he said he was fine, it would be fine. After a hurry to salute, the two knights immediately rushed to the castle in the middle of the city to repay him.

"Huh...is there no problem?"

Campa covered her shoulders, looked up at the blue sky, and murmured to herself.

"Haha, this old man is really interesting. Now I'm throwing you a D-level task, what do you want to do? No, no, I should say, what kind of interesting task will this third D-level task be?"

“…Anyway, it will never be simple.”

"Oh? Your comment?"

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

"From your tone, I seem to be very dissatisfied with not making extra money. That's right! Without a task, it means that I have no money to save. It's not enough to buy medicine for this little girl to treat mute~~~~! Are you right? Little girl."

The blood-red pupils stared at Xiaobiao. Xiaobiao was no longer afraid of this magic eye that had been used to seeing. She opened her hands, screamed twice, and hugged the idiot's arm again, rubbing her face against his arm.

The trial match is finally coming to an end. With another set of winners and losses, 31 pairs of children have participated in the battle. When the battle on the field ended, the El giant sword, who had finally returned to the lounge, immediately slapped his chest, rushed to the arena, and knocked the giant sword in his hand to the ground.

With a bang, sand and dust flew. The courage shown was shocked by the two people who had not yet left the venue.

"Okay, it's finally Mr. El! Come on! Who is my opponent? Come on!"

Al is number 7. Among the numbers, only he and another number have not been drawn by the lottery. The audience watched the last battle of the first round. Some people who knew that Al's strong strength felt sorry for his opponent, while others who didn't know were also stunned by the courage he showed at this moment.

This is of course, because in the "trials" in Campa just now, this child also played. He walked for more than 20 rounds in the hands of principal Campa and he had full confidence.

The whole game, the last battle!

The audience, which had just passed by the warm-up, was aroused by Al's loud shout, and everyone began to shout loudly. After confirming Al's number, the emcee held her breath and said loudly—

"Now! From No. 7, Elle Lane, a three-year-old from the Holy Grace Martial Arts Department, the special guest of this battle!"

No name was reported.

Because on the piece of paper of the emcee, there are only four words "special guest".

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

"Special guest? Who is the special guest?"

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

"God knows. But since that person can be invited by a special invitation, then he must be very strong?"

"Very strong, absolutely strong! Who is the number? The list on my hand is only over on the 63rd!"

"No.!No.!No.!No.!No.!"

Deafening cheers came one after another in the audience. Al carried the giant sword and looked at the rest area with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his eyes swept across the faces of the crowd. Not only was he waiting, but the audience was waiting, but Hu Tao on the rostrum was also waiting.

"Idiot... come out! I've prepared the stage for you. You must make a name for yourself, and then I can ask my father to appoint you as my knight!"

The cheers were rising and falling, and everyone was waiting. Waiting for the unknown person to come out and the "special guest" to appear! Waiting for surprises, waiting for shock! They will be very happy that they were deceived by the "mystery", because this is the reason why they come here to enjoy the excitement!

Waiting for...

Waiting...

Endless...waiting...

No one came out.

No one, even a mouse, walked out of the rest area.

The mysterious contestant No. 1 seemed to have evaporated from the world, and did not appear in public at the request of the audience.

"Hmph, it turns out to be a turtle." Dai Lao from Goodes' rest area snorted, and took the drink handed over by Fert, who also passed the first round of selection, very comfortably.

After such a long wait, the voices in the audience were gradually replaced by suspicion...

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

"Hey, hey, don't you really become a turtle after knowing that Al is strong, right?"

"Get out! Number! Come out and call! I bought tickets to see the turtle shrunk!!!"

Gradually, the sarcasm in the audience replaced the shouts. Listening to these voices, Hu Tao on the rostrum turned around with great concern and looked at her father sitting behind the bunker. After she saw the expression of a slight displeasure on the king's face, she immediately began to curse: "Idiot! You big idiot! Why haven't you come out yet? I have to press this number to get it. What do you want to do? I know your strength, get out of the game quickly!"

But no matter how fierce the people in the audience scolded and how excited Hu Tao's prayers were, the rest area was still quiet and no one came out.

In fact, it was not just the audience, but also in a mess in the rest area. Since there were many non-competitors here, many people looked at others in the faces, hoping to find the number player. Of course, the idiot was also aimed by several people, but it was just aiming. Because no one would believe that the person who was holding shackles and holding a little girl in his hand would be the last contestant.

Lucifer turned his head and looked at the idiot. The cold eyes seemed to be asking. Xingli also looked at the idiot. Maybe she noticed something in a vague way. But the idiot was still standing there, lowering her head, and silent.

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

"... In Campa's hands, I couldn't even walk a single move. And he had walked more than 20 moves."

"Ha. What you mean is that this big guy is at least 20 times more than yours, right?"

"...And, the 'Princess' gave me a number for no reason, and I must have wanted me to be beaten to death by the other party in front of so many people."

"Yeah, yeah, it makes sense. You are very weak, and anyone who is weak can kill you. Let's not talk about the Dai Lao who has not lost after 50 moves and is 'obviously' more than 50 times stronger than you. Just talk about all the contestants here, I'm afraid everyone can crush you like an ant, right? A mouse who doesn't want to die will never show off this ability and do things that he is completely unsure of. Right?"

"……Um."

"Okay! I also support you not to participate. After all, I am not interested in fighting without bloodshed. On the other hand, your battle is not for viewing. Once the "Shang" and "Word" are out of swords, it is almost impossible to abide by the "rule of not killing lives" in this kind of friendly match. Hehehe."

After the answer was finished, An Mie closed his eyes comfortably and stopped caring about it. The idiot also leaned against the wall, waiting silently for the emcee and referee outside to decide that the number player would not be defeated.
Chapter completed!