1524: 513.
Pavilion people who can double jump are simply invincible!
1524: 513.
Pavilion people who can double jump are simply invincible!
The fourth day of the Holy Blood Festival saw the city still abuzz with excitent, with the festive atmosphere showing no signs of waning.
In fact, it grew even hotter as people from the surrounding towns heard the news and ca to join in.
Governor Milian approved a request from several collective farm village leaders yesterday, allowing small exhibition booths to be set up on several streets around the city square.
However, these were not for the players, but for the entertainnt of the locals.
Five village leaders each sent representatives from their villages who were good at singing, dancing, and eloquent speaking to represent their five villages in the “competition.”
But these guys ca with a purpose!
It’s less about enjoying the Holy Blood Festival and more about them coming to promote the “advantageous industries” of their five farms.
For example, next to the booth of the “Country Music and Dance Troupe” from the newbie village, there were dedicated salespeople eloquently introducing various potions produced by their village to passers-by.
So potions were for repelling insects, so for use after washing up, and still others purported to spice things up romantically; in any case, none were proper battle potions but rather more life-oriented auxiliary stuff.
Although the locals are poor, these products are “self-produced and sold” without much cost, so they’re priced low enough for locals to afford, which naturally attracted the attention of the wealthy Northern rchants, resulting in the newbie village securing several supply contracts just a few days after setting up their booth.
Tepar, this guy, while managing the developnt of the Rushing River Knights Group, didn’t forget to increase the inco for his own farm village, proving himself to be a good village leader.
In fact, if it weren’t for the absence of a skilled Alchemist, he would probably have developed a whole line of n’s and won’s perfus by now, seeing as he has already searched online for the ingredient lists of dozens of perfus and demanded that Archmage Marlene get the “research and developnt” done ASAP.
In that sense, the village leaders from the five villages are quite devoted to their jobs.
They’ve found the “right way to play” the administrative profession and are starting to enjoy the little pleasures of being lords in the dieval period.
However, today saw a significant drop in “custor traffic” at all the booths.
Even the Silver Moon Group’s fashion show had fewer onlookers, not because the projects lost their appeal but because there’s a much bigger event taking place today—the “Governor’s Challenge Match,” regarded as the grand finale of this year’s Holy Blood Festival, is about to start!
For the fierce and sturdy local residents, watching pretty girls walk around in beautiful clothes is indeed tempting, but it simply can’t compete with an exhilarating traditional script of triumphing over stronger opponents or seeing the weak pumled by the strong.
Moreover, besides the challenge match, the Blood Rat Gang, not wanting to be left out, opened betting just like the usual big arena fights.
Others might not know, but those guys participating in the charity gambling king competition are more than willing to throw in an extra bet to try their luck.
But most importantly, this match is a large-scale group battle that Transia People’s most beloved Governor Morphy is personally participating in!
It is said that Governor Morphy will take on forty n by himself!
Wow!
Never mind if he can win or not, but just talking about the numbers, isn’t that super fierce?
This huge nurical difference almost imdiately ignited the battle spirit in the hearts of the locals.
They believe their Governor has already demonstrated the “Transia Spirit” that he possesses, despite being a vampire, whether he can win the fight or not.
Only a sissy would go 1V1!
A real man like Sir Morphy would gather all the enemies and take them out in one fell swoop!
In any case, an hour before the start of the challenge match, the chosen battlefield of the sewers’ first level was already packed to the brim.
To avoid a stampede, “Queen of the Sewers” Doris closed the entrances and exits when the crowd size was just about right.
However, those who failed to get a ticket need not be too disappointed, because the Vampire Psychic of the Midnight Faction, led by the young lady, will “live broadcast” the entire battle on the city square.
It’s just that the live broadcast industry seed to have its boom prematurely in Transylvania a few millennia ago.
At this point, at a bustling city square, next to a small booth, Major Ron holding a bowl of steaming hot breakfast mixed with fruit wine and porridge stared blankly at the Psychic Projection ford before him.
After three crazy days of betting, he looked utterly clueless.
But the fatigue on his face could not hide the burning “gambling soul” in the Major’s eyes.
Having won 35 consecutive matches in the charity gambling king competition, Major Ron was arranged for a “compulsory rest day” today.
As the “number one seed,” he has proven his strength, advancing directly to the finals of the grand competition, which he will join in five days for the real “gambling king showdown.”
Old Huo has invested heavily in this match.
The top three finishers who earned the “Charity Gambling King” title will all receive one year’s worth of Treasure Bay Casino’s Gold VIP mbership, which is truly an enticing reward that attracted all the “heroes” from within Transylvania.
Of course, locals can’t afford to spend in a casino, so the local gambling kings’ fates mostly end up being recruited by Old Huo as “one of his own.”
With this in mind, Old Huo’s charity gambling king competition, held during the Holy Blood Festival, seems rather suspicious, perhaps even a “special selective recruitnt”?
“Honestly, I just can’t wrap my head around the Transia People’s way of thinking.”
While gobbling down his breakfast, Major Ron said to Fraser beside him:
“I understand this is probably Governor Morphy’s way of showing off his strength to his citizens, but could there really be a sane ruler who would fight personally in the Arena?
Especially one man against forty Black Iron elites.
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