Chapter 170: It’s shameful to escape, but it’s really useful!
"referee?"
Frowning his brows, Ning Feng instinctively sensed a feeling of trouble and took half a step back in disgust.
not good!
I feel like someone is trying to harm me!
What's happening here?
Looking at the invitation letter repeatedly, Ning Feng did not see any clues from the previous place and could only think about other places over and over again.
"Referee? Why do you invite [Sword Holder] to be the referee?"
I am just a young legend who has just emerged, why do you want me to be the referee?
Besides, I’m not familiar with you, why did you invite me?
"I feel like things may not be as simple as they appear."
Cairns Jacelin, Ning Feng was not unfamiliar with this name, he just remembered it not long ago.
The previous Speaker of the Silver Council was called [The Real Noble], [Grand Duke Jacelin], [The Blood of the Nobles]...
From a certain perspective, this is also a somewhat legendary figure.
It's not that his strength has reached the level of legend, on the contrary, his strength is the worst among all previous Speakers, only at the second level.
According to some rumors, even this second level of strength was forcibly acquired with resources.
Compared to the previous fourth-level or even legendary Speakers, Keynes is not even strong enough to carry their shoes.
But such a person who should not have much status in the world of awakened people has become the helmsman of a first-class force like the Silver Council for nearly a hundred years.
Faced with various disturbances during Keynes's tenure, he dealt with them perfectly and never lost control.
Some people say that he is a puppet who was pushed up, a clown who only talks according to the script.
Perhaps there is some truth and evidence in these words, but the final result was that Keynes retired from the position of Speaker.
To this day, Keynes is still in good control of the family and is still the unwavering helmsman of the Jacelin family.
Ning Feng didn't think that such an old fox, who was famous for his shrewdness and cunning, would not make any considerations on such a matter and have no other preparations.
Since the other party couldn't relax even half of his identity, Ning Feng became more cautious in his thinking.
"If you can't think of the other party's purpose, you can only imagine how to deal with it."
There are very few clues now. If Ning Feng can really guess the other party's thoughts, then he will be a god and can directly become a prophet.
The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. Now all Ning Feng can do is to ensure that he does not fall into the trap of the opponent.
"There are only two choices."
To go, or not to go.
If he goes, Ning Feng will have to think about what confidence he has.
What did Keynes look at?
Is it strength?
Probably not, the other party is not the kind of small family that cannot contact the legend and needs to borrow other people's names to support it.
What is needed may be another aspect, another identity of the sword holder.
The legendary inquisitor of the Inquisition.
For such a small position as "referee", this title is no longer an overkill, but a sword that kills chickens and dragons.
But it has to be said that this title can indeed ensure the fairness of the game to the greatest extent.
"...But, there is still something strange about it."
A sense of dissonance.
Ning Feng sat on the stool, tapping his slender fingers on the table, constantly sorting out the violations.
"With the personal relationship between the Jacelin family and Keynes, I don't believe that we can't hire other legendary adjudicators!"
right!
There are so many legendary adjudicators, why do you have to choose a sword-wielder whom you don’t know or have any social contact with?
Is there any hidden reason behind this?
"Could it be that interpersonal relationships... no, I can't say for sure."
There was a vague idea in his mind, but Ning Feng still had too few clues and information, and there was no way to deduce it.
We can only make a few guesses without data and theoretical support.
Putting this doubt aside for the time being, Ning Feng continued to think:
"If you go to the appointment, you must appear as a sword holder in reality..."
Ning Feng could achieve the legendary strength by using various means if it only took a few hits.
But what if he remains a legend for a long time?
not enough.
Even if you squeeze out every last drop of Shireen's fluid... the magic power is not enough to cope with all situations, and the body can't bear it either.
Xilin is Ning Feng’s lover, not a human-shaped magic power bank.
You can't squeeze people dry again and again, the frequency is too high and no one can stand it.
Besides, charging alone is not enough. You have to plug in a charger for people to charge in order to achieve sustainable development.
And this step still requires a little time to prepare.
It would be okay if this "Star Chaser" was in a dream world, Ning Feng could cover it up in many ways.
But life is not a novel, and everything may not go his way so coincidentally. The chance of this is too small.
If he really appeared in front of those legends in reality, there would be more than a 90% chance that the true identity of the sword holder would be exposed.
By then, it will almost be a certain death situation.
It had just been provoked on the Internet, and someone had opened the box within a few days.
Dama.
If this is the case, then the vest that Ning Feng finally prepared will be completely useless.
It's already over before it even begins, just like a love affair with a licking dog.
After thinking about it over and over, Ning Feng didn't think accepting the invitation was a good choice.
It's really a terrible choice.
On the other hand, it seems very tempting to refuse to ignore it.
There is no risk of exposure, and there is no need to worry about the other party's purpose.
To be strong without desire is to be strong. As long as I don't ask for anything from you, I won't fall into your trap.
"But, what if the other party just expects me not to accept it?"
Shaking his head, Ning Feng no longer thought about this possibility.
It makes no sense and is beyond imagination.
It's the other party's freedom to do what they want and think, and there's nothing wrong with it as long as it doesn't offend you.
"Well, it's decided, just ignore it."
Shameful escape but really useful!
Ning Feng brought the invitation letter over and fiddled with it. After thinking about it, he raised the coin and put it back directly.
Who says you have to attend after receiving an invitation?
Have you never seen how the goddess does it?
Don't I look cheap if I agree without asking a few times?
"Moreover……"
Ning Feng blinked and said to himself uncertainly:
"What is "Star Chaser"?"
Let's check the trial court's database later when we have time. The database there seems to be more complete.
The coins were toyed with, flying up and down between the jointed fingers.
"Furthermore, does Sophie's arrival have something to do with this invitation?"
After making the decision, Ning Feng relaxed and thought of something he had missed before.
I just saw Sophie, and after a while I received an invitation from her grandfather...
If this is unfolded more clearly, when I pass by, will I be able to see a group of people suppressing Aka?
"But that's not right. I'm really not interested in your granddaughter. It's her who plots evil against me."
Now that I’ve said it, it’s not so fast, right?
Maybe it's just a coincidence?
"Speaking of which, I wonder how the conversation between Shirin and the others went?"
Thinking of this, Ning Feng had to admit that he was still a little expectant and nervous.
Ning Feng raised his thumb and flicked the two-color coin upwards.
"Black goes to check the situation, and white continues to wait."
Ding.
…
…
Ding.
A ray of golden light flew up in the plain room, then slowly stopped when it hit the ceiling, then spun back down again.
clatter.
The fallen gold coin was caught by an old-looking but neatly manicured hand, and was gently placed on the table.
This is an old man.
The face with the white goatee looks old, and only some of the edges and corners can vaguely reveal the handsomeness of his youth.
The once enviable lush blond hair was now pale, neatly combed back, and covered with a special hair wax derived from a certain animal.
But for such an old man, his eyes are brighter and livelier than those of many young people, and there is no sign of his old age at all.
He sat calmly in front of the desk, his back straight and his back not leaning on the backrest.
"master."
A respectful voice sounded from behind. A middle-aged butler wearing a black butler's uniform appeared behind the old man and draped a pure black blanket around the old man's body.
"Following the doctor's instructions, it's time for you to rest."
"……Um."
Without any resistance, the old man accepted the butler's advice and put down the quill in his right hand.
After picking up the gold coin, he closed his eyes and rubbed the half-figure pattern carved on it, and asked calmly:
"How are the arrangements for issuing invitation letters?"
The housekeeper kept his bow and reported beside the old man:
"All invitations have been sent out through various means. In half a day, we should receive a reply from the first legend."
After a pause, the butler added:
"In addition, Miss Sophie did not follow your arrangement to contact the [Sword Holder], but went to Bincheng to meet the new legend."
"Bincheng? What about the invitation letter to the sword holder?"
"Miss Sophie has submitted it to the trial court in accordance with the procedures, and they promised that it will be handed over to the sword holder."
His brows moved, but Keynes did not open his eyes. He remained silent for a moment and said:
"Did she have any reason?"
The butler's expression remained unchanged, but there was a smile on his lips, and he said:
"As usual, Miss Sophie insists it's... intuition."
"...Intuition? Forget it, just let her be."
Slowly opening his eyes, Keynes's eyes were filled with helplessness and recognition, and he just said:
"Go out and let me rest alone for a while."
Without answering, the butler just bowed slightly and disappeared into the room silently, just as silently as when he came.
In the quiet room, the old man raised his head and looked quietly at a painting hanging on the wall facing him.
It was a woman wearing a veil, whose face could not be seen clearly, only her eyes could be seen.
Keynes stared at the oil painting he drew by his own hands, sighed, and whispered:
"……grown ups."
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"Thank you for your visit. I'll take my leave today."
Sophie bowed respectfully to Shireen, who had a serious expression.
"Um."
Putting the invitation letter on the table, Shireen nodded gently as she no longer wanted to retain Sophie, who was no longer worth asking.
"I will consider this invitation carefully."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Sophie turned around and walked out gracefully.
Walking in the corridor, Sophie secretly felt a little annoyed, a little unwilling to accept her previous gaffe.
"Although the mission was accomplished, I didn't even ask for her name..."
It's really a shameful gaffe.
"It's too late to go back now, let's do it next time."
At the end of the corridor, the door opened automatically before Sophie raised her hand, and a figure walked in. The two almost bumped into each other.