"I can do it, I can do it …"
Walking in the dark corridor, Morton kept encouraging himself.
But his nervous mood was still with him.
In the dark passage, Morton felt his limbs numb and his senses confused. The loudest sound turned out to be his own heartbeat.
In the past twenty years or so, there was probably no moment when the challenge he faced made him unable to calm down.
"Hurry up and die. If you survive 20 seconds, I'll kill your whole family! "
"Come on! I bet you can hold on for two minutes! "
In the dark passage, as soon as he walked into the entrance of the arena, some sharp-eyed spectators had already seen him.
But the way they cheered him on was obviously not very friendly. In the eyes of Morton, whose mouth was dry, as he walked, the faces of the spectators became more and more distorted like demons.
"Hiss!"
Suddenly, the bustling scene suddenly fell silent, and the sound of gasps could be heard throughout the venue.
"Pfft!"
The next second, the audience burst into laughter.
The reason?
Poor Morton was lying on the ground with his limbs spread out, and there was nothing around him.
"How did he fall? Did you see it? "
"Oh, he came in with the same hand and foot, probably too nervous. He didn't pay attention when he fell, was he plotted against? "
"Tsk, it's really a dirty elf …"
A loud discussion attracted the attention of many people.
"I saw it, I saw it! He … tripped on his right foot and fell on his left foot! Don't ask me why, I don't know! "
"You guys too, don't think everything is a conspiracy of the elves, although most of the time they do have no good intentions."
In a sense, in the face of the developed news media and information channels of this era, the reputation of the elves had long been negative. This was clearly not their fault, but because of too many previous crimes, they were the first to take the blame when there was a problem.
But for the parties involved, clarifying it was meaningless.
The elf mage in the corner looked at the scroll in his hand indifferently, even if the sound was deafening, he was too lazy to look over … In the eyes of Gablereth, the farce in front of him would soon be over. Instead of paying attention to a small shrimp that could be pinched to death at any time, it was better to pay attention to the magic scroll in his hand that he had just gotten.
Elegant to the point of almost being mysophobic, cold to the point of almost being arrogant. Gableth J. Claire was a typical Superior Elf, and the attitude of Superior Elves towards Inferior Elves was that they didn't treat Inferior Elves as intelligent lifeforms.
What does the trivial matters of birds and insects have to do with me?
The roars of the apes were a little noisy.
The cold and elegant elven mage flipped through the pages with her slender fingers, as if she was living in her own world.
On the other hand, the other party of the duel was sprawled on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
The increasingly noisy surroundings of the venue made Morton's ears chaotic. It was clearly noon, and the sun was shining when he opened his eyes, but he couldn't see anything clearly.
It was pitch black in front of his eyes, his ears were filled with noise, and his mind was in a mess.
After a long time, lying on the ground and feeling the coldness of the ground, Morton really woke up.
His pitch-black vision was restored, and the cabbage in the sky instantly captured all his attention. The noise and screams around him could no longer affect him.
"… Heh. Anyway, I've already lost all my face. I don't even dare to throw away my life. What's there to be nervous about …"
"Morton? Are you okay? Can you still fight? Morton? "
The noise in his ears could no longer disturb him. Wasn't the determination to give up everything more than enough?
Morton slapped himself violently on the cheek, roused himself, and got up.
"Okay, next, it's time for happy revenge …"
Passing through the illusory figure in front of him, the young man's gaze turned to the other side of the arena. There, was his mortal enemy! It was the chance for revenge that he gave up everything in exchange.
"Damn elves, they looked down on people like this in the beginning. Nothing can stop my revenge …"
"Morton?! If you ignore me again, I'll judge you for contempt of the referee, and give you a direct loss! "
Waking up abruptly, Morton noticed the figure in front of him … It was the Guild's Great Mage wearing a Great Mage robe!
As an old referee with more than ten years of experience, as an official Great Mage of the Guild, it was the first time Volt was ignored like this. Moreover, he was ignored by a Grade 2 rookie. He exploded on the spot.
Next, the audience laughed as they watched the tall young man, the brave gladiator who was about to give up his life for the duel. He was still glaring at his opponent a moment ago, but the next moment, he kept bowing and apologizing to the short old referee.
"Fool."
The corner of his eyes didn't even glance over. Gabres felt that such an opponent was already an insult to himself.
"This fool."
At the same time, the exact same evaluation appeared in the special spectator seats, probably with a slightly different tone.
Rorschach covered his face and didn't want to look. He had already deeply doubted whether accepting such a disciple would be the biggest stain in his life.
"Is there really no problem? Rorschach, I believe in you … "
Seviala also didn't dare to look. She was a little afraid to see the result because the bet was too big.
The girl kept stroking her chest. It seemed that Morton's performance had put a lot of psychological pressure on her. It would be good if she didn't have a heart attack at such a young age.
Because the bet was too big, the girl's mentality had been very uneasy.
Such a conversation had gone back and forth many times. Every time she asked, "Is there really no problem with such a fool/disciple/fool/equipment?"
Rorschach would subconsciously answer, "A real man, no problem."
Although she didn't understand the joke, Seviala could still hear the affirmative tone in the words, so every time Rorschach's answer could make her feel at ease for a while.
But this time, after waiting for a long time, Rorschach didn't give an answer.
"Hey, don't scare me, tell me Morton will definitely win!!"
But still, there was no answer.
Probably Rorschach couldn't give a definite answer in the face of such a fool.
After a long time, Rorschach finally gave an answer, a puzzling answer.
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