Chapter 721
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Late at night.
Wall left the Iron Nation Embassy and found a tavern on the side of the road to drink.
His father, Count Kirrlutz, had completely focused on his incompetent brother.
At the thought of this, the glass in Wall's hand cracked.
"It seems that all the countries in the world have sent people to participate in the Holy Ghost Noland Open Tournament this time."
"So what? Let me tell you, today's match between the Forgers was really crushing, especially the operation of that folded sword."
"It seems that the champion of the Holy Ghost Noland Open Tournament will definitely be our Iron Nation! The Forgers will definitely be able to take down this honor! "
Wall keenly captured the discussion of a group of people sitting at the next table. Their voices sounded very noisy.
Wall, who was originally very upset, became even more irritable when he heard about the Forgers and the Holy Ghost Noland Open Tournament.
He slammed the glass on the table, making a heavy thud.
"It's just a game, what right do you have to talk about the honor of the country?"
Wall looked at the group of people sitting at the next table with cold pupils.
"What did you say?"
Sitting next to them was a group of mercenaries. They were obviously drunk, and when they heard Wall's provocation, they immediately stood up angrily under the influence of alcohol.
Wall also clenched his fists and stood up. He came to this tavern today to teach a guy who had been chasing him in the Holy Ghost game.
This group of mercenaries who often talked about the game and the honor of the country made Wall very uncomfortable.
In Wall's opinion, the only thing that could bet on the honor of the whole country was war and gladiatorial games. This game that was like a child's game was a little too inadequate.
"You're right! Brother … what honor of the Iron Nation! Don't make me laugh anymore. "
The moment Wall stood up, a group of people at the table behind him also stood up.
He turned around and looked at the table behind him. It was also a group of burly mercenaries.
Finally, someone's brain was normal?
Wall exhaled, glad to find someone here who had the same opinion as him.
"That's right. You don't even have the right to bet on a game's competition …" Wall was about to answer him.
The group of mercenaries arrived behind Wall and glared at the group of Iron Country mercenaries. Then, they made an extremely mocking gesture and roared what they wanted to say in a loud voice.
"Because the champion of this Noland Holy Ghost Open will definitely be our Land of Frost! You guys from the Nation of Steel will never win the championship! "
After saying this, the mercenary placed his hand on Wall's shoulder.
"Am I right? Brother! "
Sorry … I am from the Nation of Steel.
Wall had a feeling of collapse at this moment.
What was wrong with this world? Wall looked at the mercenaries between the two sides. They were so excited about a game dispute that they were about to fight each other.
Farce!
Wall was no longer interested in teaching these guys a lesson. He wanted to turn around and leave the tavern, but the door was pushed open at this moment.
A middle-aged man with grey hair and red eyes walked into the tavern. The first thing he said after entering the tavern was …
"Who is the Wall of Orsen Castle?" His scarlet eyes swept across everyone in the tavern and finally fixed on Wall. "Is it you!"
Wall ignored him and walked straight to the door of the tavern. He didn't want to participate in this farce tonight.
"Wait a minute!"
But the middle-aged man blocked in front of him.
"I have practiced for a whole week just to wash away the previous shame! Come on, Wall of Orsen … If I win against you with the watchman, you must take back what you said before! "
Another … Holy Ghost Competition?
"Get out of the way. I will spare your life today."
Wall gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. At the same time, he glared at him with wolf-like eyes.
"You agreed to fight in this tavern today."
The middle-aged man's scarlet pupils met his gaze.
"I am not in the mood to play Holy Ghost. I will use my fist to tell you …"
Before Wall could finish his words, his body uncontrollably took a few steps back and then sat on a chair.
His angry expression gradually turned to dullness, and Wall looked at his hands, which were trembling.
I will die.
His intuition kept warning him that if he punched the middle-aged man just now … he would die!
"This is the 27th time I challenge you! Let's begin! I will not lose this time! "
The middle-aged man picked up a table and moved it in front of Wall. At the same time, the interface of the Magic Net appeared in front of him.
What 27th challenge? Isn't there someone who can easily kill me in reality? What kind of monster is this guy?
Wall's trembling hands clenched again. What made Wall a little glad now was that he was above Holy Ghost and could easily defeat this monster.
"Our Land of Frost is going to have a one-on-one duel with someone else!"
Wall suddenly heard a mercenary shout behind him. It didn't take long for a group of people to surround him and the middle-aged man.
It didn't feel bad. Wall forced a smile on his face. This reminded him of the first time he entered the underground arena and struggled to survive.
"I bet that the kid from the Land of Frost will win."
"Me too!"
They would set up a private bet, which was very similar to the underground arena of the Nation of Steel.
But there was one thing that made Wall very dissatisfied.
"I am from the Nation of Steel! Don't get it wrong! "
Wall took out the crystal mouse, opened the Magic Net, and directly logged into the Holy Ghost.
…
The next morning.
"Aren't you nocturnal creatures?"
Josiah tidied up his upturned hair in front of the mirror. Josiah was glad that the purple-clothed man was present last night. Otherwise, Hiri might have been lying on Josiah's bed with her clothes disheveled today.
Today, Josiah was supposed to be the only one in Josiah's room, but when Josiah woke up, a middle-aged man was standing silently by the window.
"That's just some humans' misunderstanding of this power," the Blood Duke stood by the window and said respectfully to Josiah.
"Seeing a man in my room early in the morning really doesn't feel good …" Josiah let out a sigh.
"Would it be better to let my daughter come?"
The Blood Duke didn't seem to understand the reason for Josiah's sigh.
"No, no need … Today is the day when the teams from the Realm of Devils officially appear. But before that … I have something to discuss with everyone."
Josiah used the toothbrush in this world to clean his teeth as quickly as he could, then turned to the Blood Duke.
"What is it?"
This was also why the Blood Duke had visited Josiah's room.
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