Infinite Mask Game

Wei Miao finally asked Newman where he could find his kind.

Newman thought about it and barely dug out a person from his bar life: "Adolf, he is a martial arts enthusiast, good at long sword, and it seems that he has partnered with others to open a martial arts hall in the town. Every year on All Saints' Day, the martial arts hall will hold a long sword competition. It is said that the prize is 10 Odin brand candies. If you are confident in your long sword skills, you can go and try it."

"Once, he came to the tavern to brag with his companions after the game. His arrogant way of speaking has become his strong personal characteristic."

Speaking of acquaintances, Newman still added a sarcastic remark at the end.

"But although he is arrogant, he has good skills." Newman looked at her, "I suggest you find a substitute."

Wei Miao smiled: "You don't believe I can win?"

Newman used a rhetorical question to express his distrust: "The believers of the Secret Keeper are also proficient in fighting techniques?"

"...You are right. Do you have a substitute?"

"No. The people I deal with on a daily basis are mysterious and extraordinary, and I know nothing about fighting."

Wei Miao spread his hands: "Since there is only this clue at present, I have to go and take a look."

She stood up and said goodbye to Newman, turned around and sat back opposite Leslie.

Leslie seemed to be interested in the process of her dealings with Newman. Even if the wine was finished, he still sat steadily in his original position, and glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally from time to time.

Seeing Wei Miao sitting back, he smiled nonchalantly: "It seems that you two get along quite well. Newman is notoriously difficult to approach. How did you deal with him?"

"As you said, we get along quite well. Do you know the Immaculate Deer?"

"Is it a certain god? The epic poems I have heard do not seem to praise this god, which means that He is not widely spread in the Sand Lan Green Land." Leslie responded, "So I know nothing. If you are willing, you can tell me about it, so that I, a bard, will have more things to talk about."

Wei Miao changed the subject: "Then do you know about the long sword competition in the Martial Arts Hall?"

Leslie said playfully: "Do you want the championship prize - ten Odin brand candies?"

Wei Miao nodded. She wanted to get more information from Leslie, with the mentality that knowing more would give her a better chance of winning.

As a bard, he usually travels to various places to collect poems and stories. He can be pretentious at the high level and can be well-informed at the low level.

Leslie: "The longsword competition has a long history and is open to the public. There are flyers in crowded places. Residents here know that there will be such an event on All Saints' Day. Registration ends before 12 noon and the competition officially starts in the afternoon. If you want to watch it, it is impossible because the tickets have been sold out a few days ago."

Wei Miao: "In other words, basically everyone knows about it?"

Leslie: "There is a poster on the bulletin board of Zhuyou Square."

Wei Miao: "What are the rules?"

Leslie: "I have only watched it once, so I am not very clear about the rules. First of all, if you want to participate, you must first defeat an apprentice in the Martial Arts Hall to prove that you are a good fighter. You are eligible to participate. After that, you will advance through the competitions. The last level is to fight Adolf, the director of the Weaponry Hall. If you defeat him, you will get ten Odin brand candies, although I don't think you have this chance. "

"Adolf is a famous swordsman in the town of Sabo. Although he is not a superhuman, his long sword skills are very beautiful. His ancestors all practiced swordsmanship, and they are praised as a kendo family in the town. And you... you can't fight at first glance."

Wei Miao stood up jokingly: "After you said that, I have to prove myself."

Leslie raised the empty glass and shook it at her: "Okay, good luck. "

When Wei Miao walked out of the bar, the sun was shining.

She suddenly remembered something, stopped, and returned to the bar.

Leslie looked at Wei Miao who sat in front of him again, with a puzzled look on his face: "Is there anything else?"

Wei Miao: "I want to ask you to help me explore the way."

Leslie: "Exploring the way? It sounds like a job for cannon fodder."

Wei Miao smiled and said: "The so-called exploration is to go around the entrance of the military hall and see if there is anyone with a camera in the hidden places of the surrounding streets."

Leslie: "Camera? Is it a new technology of the Bawen Empire?"

"It looks like a combination of a metal cuboid and a cylinder. Its function is to take pictures. To put it simply, it is to print a scene on paper in some way..." Wei Miao described and gestured, "It is used like this..."

Wei Miao wasted a lot of time and at least let Leslie understand what it looked like, and then went back to the original question: "Are you willing to do me this favor?"

"I think it's nice to get drunk in a bar like Newman."

Leslie politely rejected her.

Wei Miao had expected this and smiled sincerely, "Dear Mr. Leslie, is there anything I can do for you?"

If someone doesn't want to help you, it must be because the price is not enough. Feelings and material things are both manifestations of price.

It's okay to do a small favor, but for something like Wei Miao that seems a little mysterious, it's basically wishful thinking to ask someone who is not related to you to do it for free.

Leslie stroked his chin and said slowly, "If I have to say it, I have a hope."

His eyes were a little distant: "I am experiencing a grand epic, but I can't create gorgeous poems to sing."

"I know Newman. He only cares about one thing. Since he recognized you, it means that there is a glimmer of hope in you."

"And I hope that one day, my poems will sweep across the mountains and green lands, and even overflow to every corner of the world. The history of the bard will engrave my name!"

Wei Miao heard the hidden meaning in his words. The special residents cannot reveal any words about their secrets, even in the form of text.

The soul returns to the world to live, even for only one day, which is a strange thing enough to compose a poem.

Leslie cannot write, so he can only let someone who knows the truth do it for him. He has seen her true purpose.

Wei Miao promised: "Of course. If I really find something, all the glory belongs to you."

Leslie smiled with satisfaction: "So, what do you need me to do?"

"As I said, if you don't see anyone with a camera nearby, wait another 5 minutes. If a stranger comes to you, just deal with it casually. If they ask you if anyone has come to you before, you should deny it. No matter what happens, I'll wait for your news here in the bar."

"Are those strangers your enemies?"

"Yes, they tracked me all the way here, they are my nemesis."