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 gym in the town in partnership with others. . Every year on All Saints' Day, a long sword competition is held in the Fighting Hall. It is said that the prize is 10 Odin candies. If you are confident in your long sword skills, you can try it. ”
“ Once, he went to the tavern to brag to his companions after the game. His arrogant way of speaking has become his strong personal characteristic. "
Speaking of acquaintances, Newman still added at the end. A taunt.
“But although he is proud, his skills are good.” Newman looked at her, “I suggest you find a way to find a substitute.”
Wei Miao smiled: "You don't believe I can win?"
Newman expressed his distrust with a rhetorical question: "The followers of the Secret Keeper are also proficient in combat techniques?"
< br>"...You are right. Do you have anyone to replace you?"
"No. What I come into contact with on a daily basis are mysteries and supernatural beings, and I know nothing about military attacks."
Wei Miao Tanshou: "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 have become 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 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 the Immaculate Deer?"
"Is it a certain god? The epic ballads I have heard do not seem to praise this god. It means that it is not widely spread in Shalan Greenland. "So I don't know anything about it. If you are willing, you can tell me about it. I am a bard."
Wei Miao put aside the topic: "Then do you know about the long sword competition in the Bingjing Hall?"
Leslie said: "Do you want the championship prize-ten Odin candies?"
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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. The residents here know that there will be such an event on All Saints' Day. Sign up at It closes before 12 noon and officially starts in the afternoon. If you want to go in to watch, it is impossible because the tickets have been sold out a few days ago. ”
Wei Miao: "In other words, basically everyone will know?"
Leslie: "There are posters on the bulletin board in Zhuyou Square."
Wei Miao: "Rules What's it like?"
Leslie: "I've only seen 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 fighting gym to prove it. You are qualified to participate. After that, you will advance through various competitions. The last level is against Adolf, the director of the Battle Hall. If you defeat him, you will get ten Odin candies, although I don’t think you have this possibility. "
"Adolf is a famous swordsman in Sabo Town. Although he is not an extraordinary person, his sword skills are very beautiful. His ancestors are all swordsmen, and he is praised as a swordsman family in the town. . And you... can't be beaten at first glance."
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 explore the path."
Leslie: "Exploring the path? It sounds like cannon fodder's work."
Wei Miao smiled and said: "The so-called exploration The way to go is to walk around the entrance of the Bingshou Hall and see if anyone is holding a camera in the hidden areas of the surrounding streets."
Leslie: "Is the camera 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 Miaobian He gestured while describing, "This is how it is used..."
Wei Miao spent some time, at least letting Leslie understand what it looked like, and then returned to the original question: "Are you willing to do this for me?"
"I think it looks like It's nice to be drunk in the bar like Newman."
Leslie declined her politely.
Wei Miao had 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 must be because the price is not 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 have to say it, I have a hope."
His eyes were a little distant: "I am experiencing a grand epic, but You can’t create brilliant poems to sing.”
“I understand that Newman guy. He only cares about one thing. Since he recognizes you, it means there is a spark of hope in you.”
"And I hope that one day, my poems will sweep across the Shalan Greenland and even overflow to every corner of the world. The history of bards will be engraved with my name!"
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 with knowledge could do it for her. He had seen her true purpose.
Wei Miao promised: "Of course. If I really find something, all the glory belongs to you."
Leslie smiled with satisfaction: "Then, what do you need from me? 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. No matter what happened, I am waiting for your news here."
"Those strangers are your enemies?"
"Yes, they followed me all the way. This is my old enemy." (End of Chapter)