Infinite Mask Game.

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

Newman thought for a while and reluctantly picked out a person from his bar career: "Adolf, he is a fighting enthusiast and is good at long swords. He seems to have opened a fighting hall in the town in partnership with others. Every All Saints' Day, There will be a long sword competition in the sword fighting hall, and it is said that the prize is 10 Odin brand candies. If you are confident in your long sword skills, you can try it."

"Once, after the game, he went to the pub to brag to his teammates. His arrogant way of speaking has become a strong personal characteristic of him."

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

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

Wei Miao smiled: "Don't you believe I can win?"

Newman expressed his distrust with a rhetorical question: "Are the followers of the Keeper proficient in combat skills?"

"...You are right. Do you have anyone to replace you?"

"No. All I come into contact with on a daily basis are the mysterious and supernatural, and I know nothing about military attacks."

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

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

Leslie seemed to be interested in the process of her dealings with Newman. Even if her drink was at the bottom, she still sat firmly in her seat and glanced at them from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing Wei Miao actually sitting back, he smiled nonchalantly and said: "It seems that you two are quite compatible. Newman is notoriously difficult to get close to. How did you deal with him?"

"As you said, we are quite compatible. Do you know about the Immaculate Deer?"

"Is it a certain god? The epic ballads I have heard do not seem to praise this god, which means that he is not widely spread in Shalan Greenland." Leslie responded, "So I know nothing. If you are willing If you want, you can tell me about it. As a bard, I have a lot of talking points."

Wei Miao dropped the subject: "Then do you know about the long sword competition in the Bingshou Hall?"

Leslie teased: "Do you want the championship prize - ten Odin candies?"

Wei Miao nodded. She wanted to get more information from Leslie based on the mentality that the more she knew, the better her chances of winning.

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

Leslie: "The long sword competition has a long history and is open to the public. There are leaflets in some crowded places. Residents here know that there will be such an event during All Saints' Day. Registration closes before 12 noon. It officially starts in the afternoon. If you want to go in and watch it, it’s not possible because the tickets have been sold out a few days ago.”

Wei Miao: "In other words, basically everyone will know?"

Leslie: "There is a poster on the bulletin board in Blessing Square."

Wei Miao: "What are the rules?"

Leslie: "I've only gone to see it once, and I'm not very clear about the rules. First of all, if you want to participate, you must first defeat an apprentice in the Bingquan Hall to prove that you are qualified to participate. After that, you have to compete in layers to advance. , the last level is against Adolf, the director of the Battle Hall. If you defeat him, you can get ten Odin candies, although I don’t think you have this possibility."

"Adolf is a famous swordsman in the town of Sabo. Although he is not an extraordinary person, his skills with a long sword are very beautiful. His ancestors are all swordsmen, and they are praised as a swordsman family in the town. And you... you can see it at a glance. It’s not something that can be beaten.”

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

Leslie raised the empty wine glass and shook it towards her: "Okay, I wish you good luck."

When Wei Miao walked out of the bar, the sun was shining. She suddenly remembered something, paused, and turned back 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 would like to ask you to help find the way."

Leslie: "Pathfinding? Sounds like cannon fodder's job."

Wei Miao smiled and said: "The so-called pathfinding is to walk around near the entrance of the military attack hall and see if there is anyone with a camera in the hidden areas of the surrounding streets."

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

"It is 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 a certain way..." Wei Miao gestured while describing, "It is It’s used like this…”

Wei Miao tried her best to at least let Leslie understand what it looked like, and then returned to the original question: "Are you willing to do this for me?"

"I think it would be nice to be like Newman and get drunk in the bar."

Leslie declined her politely.

Wei Miao had already expected it and showed a sincere smile: "Dear Mr. Leslie, is there anything I can help you with?"

If a person doesn't want to help you, it's definitely because the price isn't enough. Emotions and materials are both manifestations of price.

It's okay to be a little busy. For things like Wei Miao that seem to be mysterious, it's basically wishful thinking to want someone who is not a relative or friend to give it to you for free.

Leslie rubbed his chin and said slowly: "If you must say it, I have a hope."

His eyes were a little distant: "I am experiencing a grand epic, but I cannot create gorgeous poems to be sung."

"I understand that Newman guy. He only cares about one thing. Since he recognizes you, it means you have a glimmer of hope."

"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. My name will be engraved in the history of bards!"

Wei Miao heard the underlying meaning behind his words. The special residents cannot reveal a single word about their secrets, even in written form.

The soul's return to earthly life, even for just one day, is a strange thing enough to compose a poem.

Leslie couldn't write, so someone in the know could do it for him. He had seen her true purpose.

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

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

"Like I said, if you don't see anyone with a camera nearby, wait another five minutes. If a stranger comes to you, just deal with it. If they ask you if anyone has come to you before, You should deny it. Whatever happened, I'm here at the bar waiting to hear from you."

"Those strangers are your enemies?"

"Yes, they followed me all the way here and are my old enemies."