The cloaked girl struck an extremely dramatic pose, her black and white stockings perfectly outlining the alluring curves of her legs.
“You must be curious about my name, but ordinary mortals aren’t qualified to know it.
However, I sense a resonance from you.
Perhaps we are the only two who exist in the deep darkness.
So, let me tell you, yes, I am…”
“Who asked you to thank me?” Jasmine interrupted the girl’s monologue, looking at her with a strange expression, thinking to herself how she always seemed to meet unusual people.
“Huh, huh?!” The cloaked girl seemed completely taken aback by Jasmine’s response, momentarily stunned.
“What a strange person, talking nonsense to herself.” Jasmine shook her head, turning to the thug who had fainted against the wall.
Still feeling a bit angry, she puffed her cheeks and walked over, stomping on him several times.
“Young and already up to no good, trying to be a thug, huh, trash!” After stomping, Jasmine still wasn’t satisfied and spat on the thug’s face.
As she turned away, she noticed the cracks in the wall.
“Tsk, what a powerful kick.” She had even cracked the wall… Glancing at the still-dazed girl behind her, Jasmine wondered if she could still get up and fight if she had taken that kick herself.
“A strange person?” The girl jumped up angrily.
“You, you actually called me a strange person?!”
“Hmph, it seems you don’t know who you’re talking to without me introducing myself.
I am the favored of the divine fox, a traveler on the path of the gods in the name of the holy lord Aurevigia of Tain.
Yes, I am…!” Just as the girl was about to reveal her name, she realized there was no one in front of her.
“Where, where did they go?!” The girl looked around.
“Hey? What’s going on, someone fainted?”
“Looks like they were beaten.
We should notify the guards…”
“There’s someone in a cloak over there, probably the one who did it.
You guys keep an eye on her, I’ll go find the guards!”
“Wait, wait a minute, you blind mortals, I was just doing a good deed! My actions should be praised, and yet you…” The girl tried to explain, but her dramatic nature made her explanations too long, and no one wanted to listen to her nonsense.
They went straight to notify the guards.
The next day, Mo Li appeared in the stands again with panda eyes, yawning continuously.
He had stayed up too late studying alchemy and got up too early, leaving him with less than six hours of sleep.
However, he was used to this kind of lifestyle and didn’t feel too uncomfortable.
Although most of the nobles in the Minster Viscount’s territory were tea-drinking fools, Mo Li decided to endure the strange looks and comments to watch the competition.
There might be exceptions, after all.
The Minster Viscount’s territory was large, and he couldn’t believe everyone was a pampered fool.
The noble academy received so much funding every year, it couldn’t possibly produce a bunch of useless people, right?
Well, it did produce a bunch of useless people.
Mo Li didn’t want to doubt the teaching standards of the so-called largest academy in the Minster Viscount’s territory, Fran Academy.
After all, the teaching funds were substantial, and it was impossible to produce a bunch of idiots.
But the reality made him wonder if these Minster nobles learned anything other than eating, drinking, and slacking off at school.
As he watched, Mo Li almost fell asleep.
It was almost the second round of the competition, and he still hadn’t seen a normal person.
He was so tired, having not rested well the night before…
Mo Li was nodding off when a sharp voice rang out.
It was the standard announcement of the hook-nosed referee declaring the start of the match.
What the heck? Another match had ended just now?
“This morning’s last match, contestant number 27, ‘The Omen of Black Abyss, Divine Fox’s Favored’ Limdis versus contestant number 45, ‘Falling Leaf Divine Sword’ Dekolin.”
These titles added after the contestant numbers were self-given by the contestants.
The official explanation was that it was to better motivate everyone to fight hard.
Mo Li, with his limited perspective, couldn’t see how giving oneself a nickname could motivate contestants.
He only found it embarrassing, like having one’s childhood black history dug up and displayed publicly.
Thus, titles like ‘Silver Sword Heavenly Saint,’ ‘Thunder and Lightning King,’ ‘Killer Genius,’ and ‘Lone Overlord’ emerged one after another, each more ridiculous than the last.
Young people, after all, have a bit of a dramatic streak, especially those from noble families with a glorious past and real extraordinary powers.
Their dramatic tendencies were unstoppable.
These dramatic young nobles fantasized about their long-lost bloodlines awakening in them, changing their fate, leaving the small Minster Viscount’s territory, reaching the pinnacle of life, and marrying the princess of the Papal State.
Of course, it was just a fantasy, and every fallen noble who thought they were the protagonist ended up failing.
People should have self-awareness.
When one’s perception of oneself exceeds reality, misfortune is not far away.
In short, one should have a clear understanding of oneself.
When Mo Li heard this long string of titles, he was bewildered.
‘The Omen of Black Abyss, Divine Fox’s Favored’ was a title so long it was almost a sentence.
Who would give themselves such a title? If the nobles’ dramatic tendencies were a clear stream, then this title was undoubtedly a mudslide.
Limdis? From the name, it sounded like a girl.
Mo Li became curious about what this dramatic girl looked like.
Wait, why did this cloak look familiar? It seemed like…
When the girl walked to the center of the square and raised her eyebrows in front of everyone, Mo Li recognized her.
What a coincidence, this was the dramatic girl who had reluctantly helped him out yesterday.
So, she was a contestant too? Did that mean she was a noble?
Recalling the force of her kick yesterday afternoon, Mo Li thought this match might not be all bad.
Today wasn’t a wasted trip.
Mo Li straightened up and carefully observed the cloaked girl’s every move on the field.
