Chapter 169: Rose Factory

"......If this person is really a player of the King's Guild League team, this skill, this single combat ability, then this year's solo tournament is probably something to see, this person I predict that rushing to the top five should be stable ...... "

"Who the hell is he? I've searched through the entire video library and haven't seen a video of him, but how can he be so ridiculously strong that he doesn't have a name, but this player has selected his panel to be visible only to himself, and I'm now scratching my head wondering what his panel level is!"

A man in a tall bowler hat, a full suit, and several large, sparkling diamond rings on his hands, but strangely enough a layer of white gloves underneath them, stood at the end of the bustling crowd, looking up from a civilized cane of black-painted wood at the small television Tang Er was playing.

The man's fingers on the oval tip of his civilized staff moved, tapping it as if he were thinking, and finally hooked his lips and smiled, "There are quite a few dark horses this year."

He casually pulls out half of a white bandana from his chest, but the white bandanas are pulled out like magic, one by one, one by one, with different designs printed on them, with different pencil drawings of the players' heads on them, and the last one pulled out has Spades as the avatar on it.

If Wang Shun was here, he would have quickly recognized the identity of this low-profile, unknown to most players, oddly dressed spectator - this was the person Wang Shun was looking for, the person he thought could break Bai Liu's siege by the King's Guild! --The president of the fifth guild [Gamblers Club], Charles.

President Charles' skill is called [Magician at the Gambling Table], and his favorite thing to do is to look for dark horse players that may appear in the league, and then fund the training of the other player, so that the other player slowly grows up to be strong, and then finally shines in the league.

At the same time, this guild president would place astronomical bets on the [Dark Horse] he had cultivated and selected during the league, relying on the opponent's amazing performance in the game, and this president also acted as an investor behind the game, winning the bet and gaining a large amount of points in the [Dark Horse's] game's victory.

To put it simply, this president of the [Gamblers Club]'s favorite way to gamble was [betting on horses], and he would record the [Champion Black Horse] that came down victorious every year on his magic props (such as silk scarves).

Right now, for example, this president is source of a steady stream of pencil drawings on every square scarf he pulls out of his breast pocket of the annual league championship.

The Spades on the last square are last year's league champions.

There is also a little unknown origin, when Spades was still a rookie, it was under the strong support of the president, successfully won the championship, and selected Spades as a betting horse Charles, but also rely on Spades all the way to suppress all the players in the league of the amazing performance, in all of the league betting Spades appeared in the pot of money.

But the odds on the Spades are so low this year that almost no one is betting on the Spades to lose, they are all betting on the Spades to win.

In such a one-sided bet, even if one won, the winner wouldn't earn many points.

As a gambler who wants to bet once for all, Charles naturally will not be satisfied with a low odds [dark horse], what he needs is a turnaround against the wind, full of points of view, at the table of high-risk full of uncertainty [dark horse].

Only such a dark horse could possibly give him a high return - this was the nature of a gambler, so this chairman came out to search for a new [Dark Horse] shortly after the start of this year's league support season.

The big guilds all have information banks that are not known to outsiders, such as Wang Shun of the Heart guild, and the Gamblers' Club also has this kind of information bank.

The eccentrically dressed magician president rummaged through his suit pockets for a moment, fumbling around for a long time before pulling out a bright rose-red silk scarf, and with a chuckle he let out a breath, "Found it."

On the front of the silk scarf is a pencil drawing of Tang Er Ta, on the pencil drawing Tang Er Ta looks younger and cooler than now, but his condition is not so good, wearing a blood-stained uniform of the Authority, with wounds on his face, and his gaze is empty and lax, but when he stares straight ahead, his eyes seem to be full of a kind of drifting hatred and despair, looking disheveled and insane.

The painting shows Tang Er playing with a small golden trophy under his right chest, with laurel branches symbolizing the champion painted on the left and right sides of the trophy.

And the back of the silk scarf had some message written on it in a very strange hieroglyphic character that wouldn't be readable by any Puchong player in a different game, but Charles squinted at it for a moment before sparing a glance at the small TV Tang Er was playing:

"No wonder I thought it looked familiar, so it's you, Hunter of the Fading Rose." Charles lowered his hat and smiled an increasingly meaningful smile, "Time traveler, former champion of other world lines, let's see how the foolish people in that timeline who witnessed you take the trophy cheered for you, the savior they thought would take them away from the game- "

He slid his finger down against the silk scarf and saw Tang Er Fight's supporting slogan: "--The legendary hunter who kills monsters and saves the people with a hundred shots, steel fists with no ears under them, the divine gun Tang Er Fight." (This is an adaptation of the slogan of Li Shuwen, a Qing Dynasty sharpshooter.)

Charles' smile grew more and more meaningful as he saw Tang Er's typed slogan of support, "[If I win, I'm going to end this game and protect every innocent person so that you can leave the game successfully]."

"How overly naive." Charles absently crumpled the rose-colored silk scarf with Tang Er's fight painted on it into a ball and disliked it in his hand, and the scarf disappeared into thin air, "But how many of the people who enter this game are innocent?"

"This kind of player who can't agree on the purpose and the method used will end up going crazy because he can't achieve his purpose even if he wins."

In short, doesn't really fit as his dark horse, he likes players who are a bit more utilitarian and understand what they are doing and what they can get out of it.

The magician did not slow down his hand to pull down a send, the silk scarf and then from his fingers out of the time, but into a bunch of roses "bang" in his palm to explode like a bloom.

Charles casually handed the bouquet to the woman in front of him who had just been startled by the "bang" and who was cheering for Tang Er. He half bent over and smiled and said, "I'm sorry for interrupting your viewing, but the player's little TV is even better with this bouquet of roses, so here's to you! , ma'am."

The strange magician disappeared before the female spectator, who had received the bouquet of roses in a daze, could react, and she looked down at the roses in her arms, her face turning eerie.

The roses that had just been handed to her were still in full bloom, and now they were all beginning to wither.

But she soon didn't forget the strange man as something more exciting caught her attention, and she held her breath nervously as she looked over to the small television where the calculations were being made, and Tang Er hit.

[System Alert: Player **** (blocked because the player chose not to disclose his name)]

[10,107 new people have liked Player ****'s mini TV, 0 new people have favorited Player ****'s mini TV (this player has banned viewers from favoriting TA's mini TV), and 7,003 people have charged 10,102 points for Player ****]

[18,020 new people are watching player ****'s little TV, congratulations to the player for getting 10,000 likes in one minute! Ten thousand points! You are warmly loved by the audience!]

[Congratulations to player **** for obtaining the promotion position and entering the core promotion position in the center screen, the number of views is rising rapidly .....]

"Promoted! Level 3 game opening tour promotion! It's a good start!"

"I rely on this person in the end is who ah so strong and so mysterious, name panel are hidden, but also does not allow others to collect ......"

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The line of sight goes back to Bai Liu's small TV.

Unlike Tang Er's cheering and shocking promotion scene, Bai Liu's side is a bit bleak.

Not only is Liu Jiayi fighting hard, but it looks like he's just stalling until the next time Liu Jiayi's skills are renewed and then continues to stall, not even a little bit of confrontational spirit can be seen, just barely surviving, such a cowardly and cowering posture, even if there is an audience on Bai Liu's side, they will be disappointed.

Not to mention the fact that there was no audience, just a bunch of people who wanted Bai Liu to die an early death.

"What a waste of a witch's powers and I don't know why witches run after him ......"

"Didn't he say he was a control system player? Control the witch it, but there are witches still play like this, also too waste, the guild take witches under the big group have not let her so hard, in the end how retarded to think of stalling ...... do not let the witch again to block the gun for you! Is a man to stand in front of her to protect her ah!!!"

This group of front row to watch the drama of the guild of middle level players anxious, simply hate for Bai Liu on.

Unlike the grassroots players who are mostly shady and sour Bai Liu, many of the mid-level players in the King's Guild have risen through the ranks on Liu Jiayi healing benefits.

Liu Jiayi, a good operator with good sense, Heart often does not care much about the lives of the players in the guild, and will let a large number of people go down to the third level of the game together, as if raising compulsion through the brutal game mechanism, to sift out the high-level players from the intermediate players, and then sift out the reserve members of the league.

So for many members, they are more afraid than in awe of Heart, the ruthless president.

With Heart's practice of raising compulsion, the presence of little witches is especially valuable.

Liu Jiayi is very good at controlling the group and healing the line, and she will do her best to fish everyone out of the game while making sure the game passes.

For a lot of less powerful mid-level players, their lives are really given by Liu Jiayi, Liu Jiayi is their life preserver, they really have deep feelings for Liu Jiayi.

When the little witch's age was unknown, this group of players treated the little witch as a goddess, and when the little witch's age was clear, these people fought to be the little witch's brother and father.

Now this group of people see the little witch with Bai Liu ran away, it is equivalent to their own family's baby sister (daughter) by Bai Liu this big bad man abducted the same, they can be said to be and Bai Liu and have the eternal grudge, Bai Liu's mood is summarized as follows - hate on the spot on the spot Bai Liu to thrashing bones and ashes, and then snatch the witch Liu Jiayi back. They can be said to have a deep-seated grudge against Bai Liu, and their feelings towards Bai Liu can be summarized as follows - they would like to kill Bai Liu on the spot and then snatch the witch Liu Jiayi.

But now, the little witch that they hold in the palm of their hands diligently and painstakingly to Bai Liu to do hard labor, seriously protect Bai Liu, overdrawing physical strength to the little face white did not say a word of complaint, then their mood is simply ......

Even if they hated Bai Liu so much that they didn't give Bai Liu a single like or a single point, many of them were quietly going to watch the little witch's little TV show, secretly charging her up and giving her points, begging their dads and grandmothers to hope that she was okay.