Chapter 169: The Rose Factory

"...... If this man is really a player of the King's Guild League team, this skill, this single combat ability, then this year's single tournament is probably a good look, this man I predict that the top five should be safe ...... "

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

A man in a tall hat, neatly tailored suit, wearing several large sparkling diamond rings on his hands, but strangely wearing a layer of white gloves underneath them, stood at the end of the crowd, looking up at Tang Erda's small TV, propped up on a black lacquered wooden cane of civilisation.

The man's fingers, holding the oval-shaped tip of his civilising staff, moved and tapped as if in thought, eventually curling his lips into a smile: "There are a lot of dark horses this year."

He pulled half a white scarf from his chest at random, but the white scarf was pulled out in a steady stream, one after the other, as if by magic, with different designs and pencil drawings of the players' heads on them, the last one being pulled out with Spades.

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

Charles is known as the "Magician at the table" and his favourite thing to do is to look for players who are likely to appear in the league and then fund their development so that they can grow into a strong player and eventually shine in the league.

At the same time, this guild president will place sky-high bets on the [dark horse] he has cultivated selected during the league, relying on the opponent's amazing performance in the game, and this president also acts as the investor behind the game, winning the bet on the [dark horse] game victory and gaining a large amount of points.

To put it simply, this [Gamblers' Club] president's favourite way of gambling is [betting on horses], and he will record the [winning black horse] that comes off each year's victory on his magic prop (such as a silk scarf).

Right now, for example, this president is constantly pulling from his breast pocket pencil drawings on each square scarf of the annual league championship.

The Spades on the last scarf are last year's league winners.

The president of Spades, who was a newcomer to the league, was instrumental in the selection of Spades as the horse of choice, Charles, and made a fortune in all the league bets Spades appeared in, thanks to Spades' stunning performance against all league players.

But the odds on Spades have been so low this year that hardly anyone is betting on Spades to lose, they are all betting on Spades to win.

In such a one-sided bet, even if you win, the winner will not earn many points.

As a gambler who wants to make a profit on a single bet, Charles will not be satisfied with a dark horse with low odds, he wants a dark horse that is a headwind, full of attractions and high risk and uncertainty at the table.

Only such a dark horse is likely to give him high returns - that's the nature of a gambler, so this president was out looking for a new [dark horse] shortly after the start of this year's league response season.

The big guilds have information banks that are not known to outsiders, such as Wang Shun of the Hearts Guild, and the Gamblers' Club also has such a bank of information.

The eccentrically dressed magician's president rummaged in his suit pocket for a while, rummaging for ages before pulling out a bright rose-red silk scarf, and he exhaled with a smile, "Found it."

On the front of the scarf is a pencil drawing of Tang Erda, who looks younger and cooler than he does now, but not in the best of shape, wearing a bloodstained Authority uniform, his face bruised, his gaze vacant and lax, but looking straight on, his eyes seem to be filled with a kind of floating hate and despair in them, dishevelled and mad.

The painting shows Tang Erda with a small golden trophy under her right breast, with a laurel branch symbolizing the championship painted on the left and right sides of the trophy.

And the back of the silk scarf had some information written in a very strange hieroglyphic character that no Puchong player in the game would be able to read, but Charles squinted at it for a moment and then spared a glance at Tang Erda's little TV:

"No wonder it looks familiar to me, it's you, the Faded Rose Hunter." Charles lowered his hat and smiled ever more meaningfully, "Time Traveller, former champion of other world lines, let's see how the fools in that timeline who witnessed you take the trophy cheered for you, the saviour they thought could take them away from the game - "

He slid his fingers down against the silk scarf and saw Tang Erda's support slogan: "- The legendary hunter who saves the people by killing monsters with a hundred shots, the steel fist without ears, the sharpshooter Tang Erda." (Here the slogan is paraphrased from Uncle Li, a marksman of the Qing Dynasty)

Charles laughed more and more meaningfully Buming when he saw Tang Erda's support slogan: "[If I win, I'm going to end this game and protect every innocent person so you can successfully leave the game]."

"It's overly naive." Charles absently crumples the rose-coloured silk scarf with Tang Erda painted on it into his hand and it disappears, "But how many of the people who enter this game are innocent?"

"Such players whose aims and the methods used cannot be agreed upon end up going mad because they cannot achieve their aims, even if they win."

In short, not really suitable as his dark horse, he likes players who are a little more utilitarian and understand what they are doing and what they can gain.

The magician pulled his hand down and sent it up and down, and when the silk scarf came out of his fingers, it became a bouquet of roses that exploded in his palm with a bang.

Charles casually handed the bouquet to a woman in front of him cheering for Tang Erda, who had just been startled by the 'bang', and said with a half-curtsy smile, "Sorry to interrupt your viewing, but this player's little TV looks better with this bouquet of roses, for You, madam."

The strange magician disappeared before the female spectator could react as she accepted the bouquet of roses in confusion, and her face turned eerie as she looked down at the roses in her arms.

The roses that had just been handed to her were still in full bloom, but 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 of, Tang Erda, where the calculations were being made.

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

[10,107 new people liked player ****'s TV, 0 new people favorited player ****'s TV (the player banned viewers from favoriting ta TV), 7003 people charged 10102 points for player ****].

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

[Congratulations to player **** for getting the promotion spot and entering the core promotion spot on the central screen, the number of views is rising rapidly .....]

"Promoted! Level 3 game opening tour promotion! Open the door!"

"Holy shit who the hell is this person ah so strong and so mysterious, name panel are hidden, also do not allow others to collect ......"

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Back to Bai Liu's small TV.

Unlike Tang Erda, where there were cheers and shouts of promotion, Bai Liu's side was a little more dismal.

Not only was Liu Jiayi fighting hard, but it looked like he was just stalling until Liu Jiayi's skills were refilled next time and then continuing to stall, not having any courage to fight, just barely surviving.

Not to mention the lack of an audience, just a bunch of people who want Bai Liu to die early and live long.

"What a waste of a witch's powers, and I wonder why the witch is running after him ......"

"Didn't he say he was a control player? Control the witch I guess, but having a witch and still playing like this is too wasted, the guild didn't even make it this hard for the witch to bring her down to a big group, how retarded is it to think of stalling ...... don't let the witch block your shots anymore! If you are a man, stand in front of her and protect her!!!"

The group of mid-level guild players watching from the front row were so anxious that they could hardly wait to take Bai Liu's place.

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

Liu Jiayi is a good player with good sense, and Hearts often doesn't care much about the lives of the players in the guild, getting a large number of people to play together at the third level, like a compulsion, through a brutal game mechanic that filters out the advanced players from the mid-level players and then the reserve members of the league.

So for many members, they are more afraid of Hearts' ruthless president than they are in awe of him.

The presence of the little witch is particularly valuable in the context of Hearts' practice of compulsion-raising.

Liu Jiayi has a strong ability to control the group and heal the line, and she will do her best to get everyone out of the game while making sure the game is passed.

For many mid-level players who are not so strong, their lives are really given by Liu Jiayi, Liu Jiayi is their life-saving talisman, they really have a deep affection for Liu Jiayi.

When the Little Witch was Buming years old, this group of players treated the Little Witch like a goddess, and when the Little Witch was Bright years old, these guys fought to be the Little Witch's brother and father.

When they saw that the little witch had run away with Bai Liu, it was as if their baby sister (daughter) had been abducted by Bai Liu, a villain, and they had a grudge against Bai Liu. They have a grudge against Bai Liu, and their feelings towards him can be summed up by the fact that they would like to kill Bai Liu on the spot and get the witch Liu Jiayi back.

But now, the little witch they hold in the palm of their hands is diligently and painstakingly working hard for Bai Liu, protecting Bai Liu, exerting herself until her face turns white without saying a word of complaint, so their feelings are simply ......

Even though they hated Bai Liu so much that they didn't give her a single like or point, many of them were quietly going to watch the little witch's little TV, secretly charging her with likes and begging their daddies and grandmas to hope she was okay.