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Many of the participants on Final Island had no idea what had happened in the Templar Council Hall.
As a matter of fact, when Nicil walked in with a giant two-handed sword on his neck, many of the challengers in the underground hall were in an uproar.
Some of them were stunned.
Perhaps it was disbelief.
However, everyone's eyes were looking at the person behind Nicil: Kieran!
The trial takers' eyes were filled with seriousness and scrutiny.
Schmidt was the only exception.
Our sergeant stood up from the corner and waved at Kieran.
"Hey, buddy, over here."
Immediately, a portion of the participants' gazes were attracted to Schmidt.
Schmidt shrugged when he felt the piercing gaze, trying to cover up his discomfort. He then strode towards Kieran, who had sheathed his sword and was walking towards him.
"Long time no see!"
"It's been almost five months, and there's really no news from you at all!"
"Believe me, if you return to the West Coast now, Ellie will definitely teach you a lesson. She has been asking around for information about you more than once."
A hug between men.
Schmidt patted Kieran on the back.
Kieran immediately returned the favor.
Right away, Schmidt bared his teeth and threatened.
"Really?"
"Looks like I'll have to postpone my return to the West Coast!"
Kieran said indifferently.
It wasn't that Kieran didn't care about Ellie Jones.
It was just that the things they cared about were different.
This made Kieran more cautious when he responded to Ellie and Jones.
"It's up to you. This is your freedom."
Schmidt shrugged.
As a middle-aged man who was still single, he obviously did not have the qualifications to give Kieran any substantive advice or guidance.
Therefore, our chief wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.
Kieran and Schmidt walked towards the corner.
However, the other trial-goers didn't give up on them. Because of Kieran's entrance, more of their gazes were placed on Schmidt, who was not even worth mentioning in their eyes.
No doubt, it caused a lot of pressure on Schmidt.
Kieran who was close by could clearly feel the pressure and the burden on Schmidt's body.
Naturally, Kieran turned around and scanned his surroundings.
His rude and ruthless gaze had a faint sulfuric smell.
It was like a strong wind blowing towards the trial-goers.
Fuuu!
Inside the underground hall, the trial-goers' hair was flying without the wind.
The weaker ones were even taking steps back.
The weaker ones were even taking a step back.
When they saw Kieran walk in with his sword at Nicil's neck, they were still wondering why Kieran would be so daring.
Now Kieran was using his actions to tell them that what they had seen was just the tip of the iceberg.
Kieran was going against all the trial-goers by himself!
More importantly, he didn't really make a move. All he did was use his gaze and his aura to deter the other trial-goers from moving recklessly.
The devil's aura formed a terrifying pressure that filled the entire hall.
It was like a mountain was pressing down on the trial-goers.
Kieran's eyes glanced over the trial-goers' faces one by one.
Most of the trial-goers turned around and avoided his gaze.
Only three of them didn't shift their gaze but they were shaky as well.
However, it wasn't important to Kieran anymore.
He believed that after the scene just now, as long as the trial-goers weren't idiots, they would know what kind of attitude they should show towards him and Schmidt.
Among them, Schmidt was the key.
A chief officer who wasn't much stronger than a common man, if he didn't give Schmidt some insurance, Kieran was worried that Schmidt wouldn't be able to return to the West Coast in one piece.
Of course, when Kieran chose to enter the underground hall with his sword on the Sanctuary examiner's neck, he already had such a plan in mind.
Since Kieran had displayed his toughness …
Then …
He might as well be tough to the end.
When Kieran retracted his gaze and felt the mountain-like pressure disappear, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Many of the trial-goers heaved a long breath in their hearts.
However, they instinctively avoided that corner.
All of them showed undisguised scruples.
However, when Nicil saw the scene, he was even more certain that Kieran must be Nikorei's personal assistant or even her disciple!
Of course, Tiki, the troublesome bastard, had to be involved in the education.
Only then would a bastard like Kieran appear.
Nicil cleared his throat lightly as the thought lingered in his heart.
It attracted the attention of all the trial-goers in the hall.
"I am Nicil, one of the deacons of the Sanctuary.
I would like to congratulate all of you for truly completing the first trial. Now, we will proceed to the next one!
Before that, do any of you have any questions?
If you do, please ask! "
Nicil asked.
"Sir Nicil, how many trials are there in total?"
A buff man asked directly.
He was one of the three that didn't move his eyes away from Kieran's gaze.
"Three!"
Nicil answered.
"Then, how many of you can pass the trial?"
Another man asked.
He was also one of the three.
Unlike the buff man before him, this man was tall but had a normal physique. However, the weapon that he carried with him under the black cloth was very eye-catching.
Even though they didn't see it, the people around could feel the sharp aura from the weapon.
"At most, three. At the very least … none at all!"
Nicil didn't conceal anything. He then looked at the trial-goers who went silent after his answer. Nicil asked again, "Any more questions?"
After a few seconds of pause.
Nicil continued.
"Since there are no more questions, then I shall announce the content of the second trial.
In the next three days, all of you will need to find a scroll similar to the one I have in my hand on this island. "
Nicil then took out a goatskin scroll that was less than 20 cm long, just enough for a grown man to hold it in his palm. He signaled all the trial-goers to read it.
Soon, the scroll was in Kieran's hand.
Kieran read it carefully. There weren't any words on it.
Whether it was the common language or the mystical runes.
When Kieran tried to open the scroll, it was sealed tightly.
Unless one destroyed the scroll itself, it couldn't be opened at all.
Nicil didn't stop while Kieran was busy explaining.
"There are a total of three scrolls. No matter what method is used, the trial-goers who find any of the three scrolls will be considered qualified and will proceed to the last trial. On the third day, those who can't find the scroll or lose their mobility or even their lives will be considered to have failed the trial!"
"Do you understand?"
So, is there anyone who wants to back out now? "
Nicil asked with a smile.
None of the trial-goers said anything.
It seemed like everyone had made up their minds.
"Very well!
Let's begin! "
Nicil nodded in satisfaction and announced the start of the second trial.
The moment his voice subsided.
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