They don't want me to work harder

[King Qin comes to your aid—you can designate a member of the royal family every day, and reduce damage by 1% in the next minute (as long as it is a member of the royal family, including yourself)]

[Ten Years of Revenge—When you seriously want to kill your opponent, your attributes increase by 5% (there is only one reason for your failure, and that is because you pissed me off!)]

The feature rewards are pretty good...

But what Richard paid more attention to was the brief summary of his life.

I failed to convey the message to the goddess of the night?What's the meaning?Isn't that the temple of night?

No wonder there was no reaction!

Then you can try this again in the future...

Moreover, who is the person who deceived me?This also needs further investigation...

Since there were no more clues, Richard temporarily put aside his thoughts and called up the attribute table, adding 3 and leaving 5 as usual.

The new properties are as follows:

[Name: Richard Targaryen]

【Race: Human】

[Rank: First Dan of Silver]

【Strength: 25】

[Agility: 35]

[Physical: 25]

【Spirit: 90】

【Magic Power: 85】

【Charm: 60】

After adding points, he reflected on the simulation.

It should be said that it is still very rewarding.

It is basically certain that as long as the conservative faction loses heavily in the early stage and the eldest prince is not taken away by a wave of enemies in the later stage, it is very likely that the empire will fall into a brief civil war.

Although it is difficult for the conservatives he supports to win, internal fighting turns into civil war, which will always consume a lot of the empire's strength.And if Fandan and Divine Grace Island can intervene appropriately, there may be more surprises...

In short, the road to keep Connaught seems to be a little wider.

Richard took a long breath, looked at the still dark sky outside, patted his cheeks, cheered up, got up, walked to the table, opened the half-read magic textbook, and continued reading.

Katyusha next door heard the noise, quietly opened the door to take a look, and then came out to light a lamp for Richard without even changing into her pajamas.

Gao smelled the fragrant wind behind his ears, and Richard whispered: "Thank you for your hard work."

"I don't work as hard as Your Highness..."

Richard smiled, stopped talking, and concentrated on reading.

No matter how powerful he is in the simulation, it is still fake. If you want to achieve your ideal future in reality, you still need to be down-to-earth!

Let’s prepare with all our strength for the competition in three days!

Ah, no, it’s only been two days...

The hard work goes by quickly.

Easter day.

The whole of Idaril is immersed in a festive atmosphere.

But compared to the various folk celebrations, the one that attracted the most attention was indeed the competition that brought together geniuses from more than half of the world.

At this moment, nearly [-] spectators were already seated in the magnificent arena, excitedly waiting for the game to begin.

On the high platform on the north side of the arena, there is a box with the best view and the strictest protection. The people sitting in it are the real dignitaries of the empire, and...

Norton I himself.

"Mr. Toli, I heard that your daughter also participated in this competition?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lauren Tory looked at the thin, rickety, wrinkled old man next to her and answered respectfully.

"Remember, your name is Catherine, right? She grows up so fast..."

Norton I showed a rather kind smile, and closed his eyes as he spoke, seemingly dozing off.

If an uninformed person sees this scene, they will only think that this is an old man who is old and ordinary. Who would have thought that he is the emperor of the empire that is full of martial virtue and is still only over 50 years old?

However, everyone else in the box was already used to this scene.

The upper echelons of the empire all knew that Norton I had suffered soul damage when he was young, which caused him to age much faster than normal people. Even the power of magic could not make up for it.

At present, only the miracles requested by the Church of Order can significantly delay this phenomenon. This is why Norton I now benefits the church a lot.

snoring snoring...

After a while, the emperor himself actually fell into a deep sleep.

Many people whispered.

The box was very large. In addition to the emperor and Laurent in the front row, there were many accompanying middle and low-level officials in the back row.

In the corner, two guards discussed the contestants in a low voice.

"The champion this time should be Captain William. Although he is not as invincible as Lord Luvia back then, the gap is obvious compared to the others."

"I think Miss Catherine's team is very strong, so she may not have a chance... But then again, two of the team are foreigners, right? What if they really get a good ranking? Wouldn't it be a little uncomfortable? Is it okay?"

"It's true to say that the championship title of the Easter Competition is precious and glorious, and we cannot let foreigners take it!"

"I think we should make some secret arrangements..."

When the two were talking passionately, a third voice intervened.

"It's not the title that glorifies the person, but the person that glorifies the title... A fair competition, let the person who deserves to win win, this kind of championship is meaningful."

The guards suddenly felt a light on their backs. They raised their heads and found that Norton I, who had just fallen asleep like an old man, was turning slightly sideways and looking at them with deep and oppressive eyes.

The contrast between before and after is huge, making people suspect that the emperor is a completely different person.

They trembled: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we..."

"Hahaha, don't be nervous, you just said it casually, I also said it casually..."

Norton I yawned, and all the aura he had just dissipated.

He turned back and continued to look at the arena, and then...

He started snoring again.

The superior of the guards came over with a cold face and glared at his subordinates.

In the box, the atmosphere was solemn for a moment.

And outside it is getting more and more lively.

"There are actually so many people..."

Zoe sat in a VIP seat with a discount for St. Goethe students, and was shocked by the audience that was close to one-fifth of the population of Connaught.

What a magnificent stage this is!

And the one who is about to step on this stage is his brother!

Zoe proudly raised her steel plate... Ah, her chest, and was about to feel honored because of Richard, but then she thought that at this moment, Richard's two teammates were Catherine and Sophia, not herself... …

Unable to help herself, she pouted, feeling a little lonely.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Katyusha's eyes also revealed the same emotion.

"...Katyusha, do you also feel that you have been abandoned by Richard?"

Katyusha was stunned for a moment, then nodded imperceptibly.

"Your Highness seems...not to need my protection."

"Don't say that. Without you, Richard can't even drink hot tea...ah, it's true!"

Zoe kicked off her feet and suddenly stood directly on her seat, making a fist with one hand and holding Katyusha's palm with the other, shouting: "Come on! You must come on!"

Katyusha blinked, not knowing why.

Zoe explained: "This is not only a shout out to Richard, but also a shout out to ourselves! When we are 20 years old, we will also break through to silver and form a team to participate in this big competition! Okay?"

"……Um."

"Hehe, I knew Sister Katyusha was also angry! Come on, let's shout together~"

"come on!"

"Your Highness, come on!"

The shouts of the girls and the shouts of countless people merged into a deafening sound.

At this time, colorful ribbons were flying and fireworks were rising into the sky.

A total of 117 people from 39 participating teams who passed the qualifiers walked into the venue under the leadership of the honor guard.

Richard and his two female companions walked in the forefront and did not stop until they were near the center.

Looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw a very nervous Anton, Damon winking at him, and some familiar faces from the qualifiers.

Then, he looked towards the audience stand. Just when he had just judged where the senior officials of the empire were sitting, he saw a large hole suddenly appeared on the ground in the center of the venue.

A giant oil painting scroll that was ten meters high and an unknown number of meters long slowly rose up inside. It seemed to depict a panoramic view of a war between dwarves and orcs.

"Everyone..."

The host's voice rang.

Ignoring various scenes, salutes to the emperor, and oaths, Richard finally waited for the introduction of the specific rules of the game.

It turns out that this huge suspended scroll is the venue for the competition, and it uses illusions to reproduce the tragic war in which orcs attacked a border city in the Dwarf Kingdom 300 years ago.

After a while, everyone's task is to travel into the painting and find the trophy hidden in the battlefield!

Whoever gets the trophy will have his or her position announced to the other contestants. If that person can hold the trophy for an hour amid the competition, his or her team will be crowned champion!