Chapter 393

Magic immunity?

As soon as you hear this word.

Roger instinctively felt uneasy.

cracking.

The scene when the masquerade of killing was cracked and the mask was shattered by his palm reappeared in front of his eyes.

It's a face exactly like yourself

"No?"

"No!"

Roger rubbed his temples a little nervously.

It's not your own drama of the past and future, is it?

This is unscientific!

Roger is sure.

At least in character and principle.

He and the masquerade of killing are completely different people.

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

So he couldn't help asking one more question:

"Is there any other news?"

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

Ripley didn't think much.

He just answered honestly:

"Then I don't know."

"That grapevine is incomplete.

I got it from the middleman's middleman.

I'm still chasing the real provider of the news.

But the confidence is not great.

After all, for future organizations.

The incident 30 years ago was not only a disgrace.

It has shaken the foundation of their rule... "

Roger nodded.

He will no longer delve into this topic.

in general.

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

At least I learned some information about the masquerade of killing.

They talked for a while.

The topic gradually shifted to the celebration of pumpkin town.

Not far away.

A young man wearing a black mask swaggered by.

Look at the mask on his face.

Ripley showed surprise:

"That's not..."

"That's the same mask as the killing mask."

Roger said definitely.

Then he magically raised the black mask in his hand.

He explained without expression:

"In part of sky island.

The story of killing masquerade has been beautified.

Many young people in non mage groups regard him as a real hero.

They adore him very much.

Pumpkin town is an area with a small number of mages.

Many people wear this kind of mask at the celebration.

On the one hand, it is a memorial to the masquerade of killing.

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

"I made a mistake."

"I thought I could pretend to be a murderer and cheat."

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

"This thing is sold at small stalls nearby, and the price is very cheap!"

"Young people are almost everyone!"

Looking at Roger's helpless expression.

Ripley showed a gloating smile for the first time.

But he soon stopped.

This moment.

He showed excellent expression management skills.

And when encountering Roger's dissatisfied eyes.

He subtly shifted the topic:

"Anyway."

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

"I mean, the world's production system doesn't seem to allow such exquisite masks to become cheap goods..."

Roger nodded softly.

Ripley's insight is still very sharp.

On this point.

He has studied for a long time.

He explained:

"This is about to ask the owner of this Butterfly Island."

"Pumpkin town celebrations are all funded by him on his own."

"The masks sold at the stall naturally came from his handwriting."

Talking to smart people is simple.

Ripley's face suddenly showed a clear expression:

"The alchemist? I see"

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

Roger squinted.

Agree:

"Yes, it's the alchemist."

After the masquerade killings broke out.

The future organization made further compromises to the non mage population.

They not only gave up more resources of sky island.

It also fostered a group of alchemists as a buffer between non caster classes.

From a conceptual point of view.

Mages generally don't look up to alchemists who are mostly pragmatists.

The latter is far less efficient and capable than pure magic net mages in the use of dream ether.

In daily life.

Alchemists are also more people-friendly than magic net mages.

Some current non mage Island owners are alchemists.

thus it can be seen.

They were the biggest beneficiaries of that incident at the beginning.

From this point of view.

Alchemists can commemorate the masquerade of killing.

What Roger cares about is.

In such public occasions, the old enemies of the future organization are commemorated with tacit approval.

The latter did not respond.

Does this mean the floating island now.

Alchemists are much more powerful than those on the surface?

"Be careful of that alchemist."

Roger cautiously concluded.

Finish this sentence.

He joked at Ripley:

"Do you want to sign up for the thieves' conference together?"

Drow wanderer shook his head:

"I can't unlock or steal. Forget it."

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

Roger frowned:

"Huh?"

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

He winked at Ripley.

Next second.

The figure of the drow wanderer silently disappeared in place.

After a while.

A surveillance eye flew arrogantly over Roger's head.

It stayed in place for a while.

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

He went all the way towards the mark deliberately left by Ripley.

"Be careful of that alchemist!"

After a long time.

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

At that time.

Roger has quietly mixed in with the crowd of pumpkin town celebrations.

Mixed with a group of ordinary people.

Roger has no sense of existence.

On the surface.

Like others, he enjoys the festival atmosphere.

But in my mind, I was constantly analyzing the information at hand and outlining the follow-up action plan

"Finish before and after the mark of Xuan."

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

"That's the poison gas that can make a civilization helpless!"

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

"Should it be all right? Have diarrhea at most..."

"Also, I have to go to the future city. My reputation artifact" endless magic net "seems to have some feelings for the magic net of this world. I don't know if I can help myself. Maybe the breeding progress will be much faster..."

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Come back to your senses.

The bell is already ringing.

The noisy voices stimulated Roger's periosteum.

He just felt that there were people around him.

Countless hands touched him.

Unfortunately, Sandy is here.

They are doomed to touch nothing.

PA!

Roger quietly knocked out a salty pig hand that obviously crossed the line.

Then I focused on the table in front of me.

At this moment.

He was standing in front of a row of wooden tables with hundreds of people.

There is a lock in front of everyone.

Obviously.

The unlocking project in the triathlon is about to begin.

Roger noticed.

Behind the table.

A burly invigilator puppet is patrolling back and forth.

Is this to prevent contestants from cheating?

Roger doesn't know.

On the central platform.

The host of the competition has also appeared.

That is an aunt.

She hissed the rules on the stage.

With the blessing of sound reinforcement magic.

Her voice overshadowed the enthusiasm of the onlookers.

Although the contestants' competition environment is extremely bad.

But you can barely hear the rules.

This project is also very simple.

Every man has a lock.

It's the unlocking speed!

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

But because there is no mechanism such as the first round and the second round.

So everyone has only one chance.

Roger noticed.

Except for a lock on the table.

There is also a timer.

According to the host's aunt.

Just finish unlocking.

The timer will stop automatically.

There will naturally be staff to verify the results.

It is worth mentioning that.

Although it is a triathlon competition.

But the individual champion can directly walk the final treasure chest competition.

Others rely on comprehensive points.

In terms of skill.

Unlocking is actually the lowest of the three items.

Sometimes people just try their luck.

Luck is right.

Just go in.

So everyone's enthusiasm is very high.

The game hasn't started yet.

Roger has been numbed by the people around him.

Put aside the enthusiastic and crowded crowd and the ill intentioned people who get involved in the crowd.

The people on his left and right seem to be blacksmiths.

Before the game.

The middle-aged man on the left hand side has put forward a big hammer and a pair of scissors.

The young man on the right hand side has more complete tools.

He carried a small box professionally.

Inside, there are tweezers, wire, small hammers, chisels and a series of very professional tools.

meanwhile.

He observed the surrounding situation with great vigilance.

If a black hand from the crowd touches the wrong place.

He would raise a chisel to demonstrate and intimidate.

There are countless similar chaos.

For a moment.

Roger seemed to have returned to Queenan's "Tauren tavern".

It seems that no matter in which plane.

This kind of Carnival competition of the bottom people is similar.

Whether it's the wrench wrist competition.

Or the thieves' conference.

Both have their wild and unrestrained side.

of course.

The enthusiasm of the crowd also made Roger feel the smell of fireworks after a long absence.

"If only there were not so many hands touching their buttocks..."

"I really have no money..."

Roger sighed.

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

I can only wait hard.

Fortunately, the host's aunt is also very agile.

Not long.

She announced in that iconic way.

The game begins!

"Tip: you touched a poor copper lock"

"Your psychic ability is triggered passively!"

"You opened the brass lock!"

"Didi!"

The sharp timer suddenly rang.

A pair of surprised eyes cast over.

The surrounding area suddenly quieted down.

Roger himself was stunned.

He was going to pretend.

Who knew this lock could not be opened!

I haven't used any skills yet.

Just a touch.

It opens directly by itself!

"This is not very reserved!"

Roger is a little embarrassed.

side.

Immediately, a staff member came to verify.

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

"Did you drive it?"

Roger tried to sophisticate:

"It drives itself."

The staff whistled.

Then gave him a kind expression:

"Good luck."

"Encountered a bad lock."

Roger didn't hear it right:

"Do I need to open another one?"

The staff smiled and shook his head and said:

"Luck is also part of strength."

"You passed."

"0.02 seconds... Oh ho! You're so fast!"

"I'm sure you're the fastest."

"You're going to be escorted, lucky boy!"

His voice fell.

The crowd suddenly burst into fierce applause, excessive noise and protests!

Roger's left side.

The middle-aged blacksmith had a dark face.

See Roger advance.

He stopped tampering with the lock in his hand.

Directly swing a big hammer and break the copper lock!

Who knows the next second.

The timer even started ticking.

"Pass."

"19.8 seconds..."

The staff glanced at the timer.

Then he silently wrote down Roger and his name.

"Is that ok?"

The boy on the right quit:

"This is also called unlocking?"

The staff kindly reminded:

"Take care of yourself."

"Your lock was stolen..."

The young man was surprised.

He looked back.

Sure enough.

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

He immediately raised his chisel and smashed it over there!

"Ouch!"

From this painful cry.

The scene once fell into violent chaos.

The players who focus on unlocking have to climb onto the table to unlock.

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

The young man with a chisel was just stolen the lock.

When Roger slipped out of the crowd.

I found many colorful underwear by accident

He glanced back.

Yes.

Someone has started running naked in the contestant's seat.

But the game continues.

Both the organizers and the masses.

Or the contestants, we don't think there's anything wrong with all this.

In the fierce curses.

The game was gradually pushed to a climax.

Locks are opened in various ways.

This noisy atmosphere lasted until late into the night.

When everyone left exhausted.

The host announced the champion of the unlocking project hoarsely!

"0.02 second unlocking miracle! Belongs to us..."

"Summer..."

"Er!!!!!!"

"The champion will be rewarded with 100 butterfly coins!"

"I suggest you spend it somewhere tonight!"

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

"Well, there are also 10 bandages. If you insist on being targeted, these bandages will come in handy..."

"Hahahaha!"

The aunt was on the stage for a while.

A long time.

Someone came to remind him.

Mr. shire has finished receiving the prize and left.

"What a boring boy!"

Aunt's face suddenly collapsed:

"When he takes part in the theft competition tomorrow, I will give him some color to see!"

It's a pity.

The host aunt's resentment is doomed to be unsatisfied.

After winning the championship of unlocking group.

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

Anyway, it has been escorted.

Why should we have trouble with ordinary people?

of course.

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

Unlocking is so unrestrained.

Then why don't you stab people directly when stealing?

Roger is not afraid of being stabbed.

With his dodge rate.

Ordinary people can't poke at all.

Even if you poke it.

It is also the knife that suffers.

But in that case.

Even if the scene is chaotic.

There is also a chance to expose yourself.

He didn't want to be stared at by an immortal alchemist before he got the mark of metaphysics.

The next day.

Roger lived peacefully in a stone house used by pumpkin town officials to accommodate foreign people participating in the celebration.

today.

He was going to sneak around the surface.

But just now.

His invitation to the virtual world suddenly became hot.

Roger took it out and looked.

These lines of words gradually appear on it

"I became a full member of fairy palace.

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

I learned some unknown secrets.

I think you should be interested.

what's more.

You haven't recommended anyone yet!!!

No wonder you've been making detours!

I think we need to talk.

Mr. husky.

Or.

Roger?

Beloved: hedivala (gentleman cat) "