Fetch the Beans was a typical two-player game. The game wasn't complicated at all. Although the players had to adjust their strategies according to the opponent's actions, the outcome of the game was already decided in the first round.
Ordinary people might have to think about the rules, but everyone here tonight was a mage with excellent logical thinking ability. They quickly realized that the key to winning this game was actually the one who made the first move. Unless the number of beans in the bag was exactly 14 or a multiple of 14, the person who made the first move would control the direction of the entire game. As long as he didn't make any mistakes later on, the people behind him wouldn't have a chance to turn the tables.
That was why everyone started running as soon as the thick fog receded. They didn't expect that there would be a day when they, as mages, had to rely on speed to decide the outcome of a game.
As they ran, someone finally came to a realization. Yeah, I'm a f * cking mage! Why do I have to compete with others in terms of speed? After that, Lighten Spell, Swift Spell, and other support spells began to be cast on their bodies. Then, they thought, well, this time, the guy who is competing with me is also a Magician, and he also knows how to cast buffs on himself. This is why duels between Magicians are the most annoying, because many of the things that you know, the other person also knows. After spending so much effort, everyone is back at the same starting line again.
On the other hand, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor continued to keep a low profile. He casually cast two support spells on himself and mingled with the crowd at a moderate pace.
In fact, in terms of speed, Rob, who had gone through intensive training, could easily beat these scumbags in front of him. However, in order to not attract too much attention, the Archmage didn't intend to use his full strength. Besides, Rob knew that even if he used his full strength, it would be useless.
The archmage was starting to feel that the person who caused all these trouble tonight was actually a rather wicked fellow. After he announced the content of the first game, the golem in the center of the lake swam to the shore sneakily and began to slowly set up all kinds of props by the lake. During this period, the owner of the magic circle took full advantage of the people's lack of sense of direction in the maze and successfully commanded a group of people who had very poor physical attributes to play a long-distance run around the lake.
It was a rare sight to see a group of weak mages scrambling to be the first to run by the lake on a cold winter night.
In fact, after a while, many people began to have doubts. Although they still had no sense of direction, they could roughly tell how far they had run. Their fatigue told them that they should have left the campus by now. However, they were still within the range of the magic array. No matter how they looked at it, it didn't seem right. However, despite their suspicions, no one dared to stop. Until now, no one knew the purpose of the other party's first game. Who could run faster? Who has more support spells? Or was it a competition to see who could persevere longer? Or perhaps there were other mysteries.
Royce had similar doubts and asked the fox masked man, "Teacher, what do you want to see from this game?"
"What?" The man in the fox mask was enjoying the unique long-distance race by the lake. Hearing this, he was stunned, and asked his female apprentice blankly, "Should I see anything?"
Even though Royce had already made the most malicious guesses about the person in front of him, he was still deeply defeated by the person's boredom. What the hell? This guy attracted everyone to the lake in the middle of the night. Could it be that he wanted to see everyone run hard in the cold to satisfy his bad taste?
"No, it's not that. Through this long-distance race, I also discovered that there are two girls with good legs." The fox masked man tried his best to explain, "Especially that girl from the disciplinary department. I think her name is Jessica, and she's also an officer of the student council. Tsk tsk, last year I ranked her second on the list of the top ten beautiful legs in Siames, right behind that long-legged girl named Abby who was at the top of the list … Eh, but this year, that Bretton family freshman who just entered the magic department seems to be not bad either. Hmm, it seems that the matter of reorganizing the list of the top ten beautiful legs in Siames is imminent."
The fox masked man's voice became quieter and quieter. He secretly glanced at his female apprentice's expression and finally wisely shut his mouth.
Royce sneered, "Last year, I was wondering why Siames would have such a ridiculous ranking, and the student council couldn't find anything after investigating for a whole summer. Later, I did a private investigation, but I didn't find anything. Sure enough, it's all because of you."
"I'm sorry, I'm also very sad that I only ranked you ninth, but I hope you can fully understand the enormous pressure I faced at that time. It was also very difficult for me to make this decision, but I must ensure the objectivity of the list of the top ten beautiful legs." The fox masked man was awe-inspiring.
The female archer did not speak, but just took the dagger from her waist and silently inserted it into the table.
Therefore, the guy on the other side instantly lost his fearless attitude. He smiled cautiously and said, "Erm … I'm not that bored. I was just joking with you just now. The game has just begun. Let's continue watching."
While the two were talking, the golem had almost finished setting up the game field. So the fox masked man manipulated the magic circle to change the direction of the passage, leading the twenty people to their respective round tables.
Rob's opponent was Jessica's partner, a tall and thin male magician. He was the other person from the disciplinary department who entered the magic circle tonight. This guy ran with all his might, running two and a half laps along the lake shore. Unfortunately, his luck was not good. When the golem finished setting up the field, he just happened to run to the other side of the lake. As a result, it took him a lot of time to get here, and he was one step behind the Archmage who had been taking his time.
As a result, when he saw Rob's cloak, he immediately became vigilant, and without a word, he pounced on the bag of beans on the table.
"Be careful." The Great Magician's reminder came a little too late. Before he could finish speaking, the thin and tall magician from the Department of Discipline had already been struck by a bolt of lightning that descended from the sky. He twitched on the spot for a full six or seven seconds, and even saliva flowed out of his mouth afterwards.
Rob sighed. That's why you're in such a hurry, bro. Can't you see that I came first and didn't even move?
The magic trap on the mouth of the bag was actually not that hard to spot. It was just that in a race against time like this, it was a little sinister no matter how you looked at it. Not only the male magician from the disciplinary department, Rob also noticed that many people at the nearby tables had been hit. The damage of the lightning was not high, but what was more disgusting was that it came with a half a minute of paralysis. In this half a minute, the person who was struck could do nothing but stand there and drool.
Seeing the future Supreme Magus Your Honor slowly walk to the table, the male magician from the disciplinary department was so anxious that his eyeballs almost popped out. Rob shrugged at him, expressing his sympathy mentally, and then opened the bag in his hand.
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