About forty-five minutes ago, in the underground arena of the Grand Casino in Cairo, in the lounge of the Sandstorm Sphinx.
"What? An interview?" Albert had just put on his pants and asked a little unhappily: "What the hell is an interview?"
"I heard that it was a special reporter from the Dark American Football Association who came here to interview you." Hiloma replied: "After all, you are the person most likely to become the Most Valuable Player (MVP) in this Super Bowl.
Moreover, your recent moves have attracted special attention, so it is normal for them to attract the attention of major media."
"Hmph..." Even though Shiloma kept bragging about him, the tiger man youth was still a little unhappy after hearing this.
"Don't you want to be interviewed? Forget it, it's not a big deal. I will try to help you get rid of the reporter." Hiloma said.
"No," Albert somehow didn't want to owe Hiloma a favor. Although he was reluctant, he still agreed: "Let him come. If he is not just a reporter, I can handle it."
"I hope you can really cope with it." Hiloma said with a hint of sarcasm: "You shouldn't get carried away and reveal all the secrets of the team, right? ------But then again, you don't know the team either.
What secrets are there, Huhu."
Annoying guy.
"Well," Mutt, who had been waiting with Albert's chest protective gear, became a little impatient at this time: "If you don't plan to put on your shirt, you can put on this protective gear yourself?"
"Oh, sorry." Tiger casually put on his shirt, and then put on protective gear with the help of the cat boy.
"Well," Mutter said as he evacuated the locker room with other players: "I'm not very good at dealing with those reporters... Do your best!"
Then everyone in the Sphinx team fled.
"Uh..." A drop of sweat broke out on Albert's forehead.
"Is it Mr. Albert?" As if it was an appointment in advance, as soon as everyone in the Sphinx team left, someone pushed in the door outside the locker room and asked, "I promised you before."
The reporter who came to interview you. Are you ready for the interview?"
"Hmm, let's get started." The tiger man glanced at the reporter. That man was quite old, even for a human. The elderly human reporter had a gray beard and hair, and he should have been there at least.
He is sixty years old. Despite this, this old reporter looks energetic, his blue eyes radiate the energy of a young man, and even his neatly trimmed goatee is full of sassy atmosphere.
.Such a spirited old man is very rare among human beings. It is even more rare that such a spirited old man is still working as a reporter. It seems that he loves his job very much, so he has persisted until this day.
I don’t want to retire even at my age.
"My name is William Wallace, a special correspondent for [European Football News]." The old reporter pushed up his thick black-rimmed glasses and introduced himself in a calm tone: "Your Excellency, you are willing to accept my interview.
My pleasure."
"Europe..." Albert frowned. Why not a reporter from Africa? Why Europe? But he suddenly remembered that there were several teams from Europe in this Super Cup.
Teams are participating. Since African teams are not the only ones participating, it is better to consider this Super Cup event as an American football event that is widely watched by countries in Europe and Africa. The largest sponsor of this event seems to be Europe.
As for the richest man, what is his name?
"Well, to make a long story short, please allow me to ask a few simple questions." Wallace picked up the recorder and started the interview:
"First of all, as a rare legend in the dark American football game who forced the Football Association to change the rules, I would like to know how you feel now?"
"Change the rules...?" Albert looked confused when asked.
"Look, that's it. What's it called? The clone technique?" Wallace looked at his notes and reminded: "No player in history has ever been able to use such a special move. You are the first in history."
The association has a very heated debate on this matter. Some people even think that your [Clone Technique] is a cheating method and suggest that you be suspended."
"I've never heard of this..." Albert was even more confused: "I just found out that I can use this trick. And I'm just using it, naturally."
"Yes. I think so too. People's talents are different. It is precisely because of the differences that the differences between people and between races are created. What can be used, what can be used well, what can be utilized
To win with one's own advantages, it is one's own strength. Therefore, no matter how close [Clone Technique] seems to be to [cheating], it is still [you] who competes. Just [you] alone can compete with the giants.
Using their excellent size to win, the elves use their amazing agility to gain an advantage, for the same reason. If you think about it carefully, the Football Association has no reason to disqualify you from the competition, otherwise they would allow other races with strong talents to participate, right from the beginning
It becomes untenable."
Albert nodded.
"However, I also heard that your [Clone Technique] is not as versatile as it seems. It seems to have many shortcomings, right?" The old reporter asked again: "Can you share it with us?"
"Well..." Albert thought for a while: "Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you. You are absolutely right, the clone technique is indeed not omnipotent. Although the principle is not very clear, the so-called [
The clone] is actually the continuous projection of my existence (Kama) in the same world and the same time and space. Projection requires physical strength. The more clones I have, the more physical strength I consume. And my clones are affected by
The damage, after these clones are lifted, will all be fed back to my main body."
"In other words, the damage received by each clone will be superimposed on your body. The more damage the clone receives, the more damage you will ultimately receive?"
"Yes."
"What if the damage received by each clone is added up and your body is fatally injured?"
"Then meow, I will die." Albert said quietly.
"...Understood." Wallace jotted down a few lines in his notebook, "In this way, the clone technique is indeed a very high-risk technology. Along with the huge risks, its rewards are also very high."
It’s just very high."
"...Do you have any other questions to ask meow?" Albert stood up from the bench, "I will be participating in the competition soon, please keep the story short."
"Okay, one more question, just one." The old reporter Wallace subconsciously pushed up his black-rimmed glasses: "I want to ask you about the rampant and uncontrolled violence in the current dark American football.
Behavior, what do you think?"
"Violent behavior...?" Albert frowned: "What do you mean specifically?"
"Some people often say that American football is originally a combat sport. It's called playing ball, but it's actually two teams of people clashing with each other with strength." Wallace blinked, "Dark American football, even more so in this violent way.
Combat sports have been sublimated to the extreme. Due to the relaxation of competition rules, not only various races other than humans are allowed to participate in this kind of football full of violent aesthetics, but it also brings about many problems, so that the players participating in the game no longer
Following the spirit of sportsmanship, their goal during the game is no longer to snatch the ball from the opponent, but to injure the opponent as a major premise and play with the purpose of injuring the opponent. What do you think of the current increasingly bad game?
What do you think about the atmosphere?"
"Even if you ask me this..."
"No matter what you think, please speak out boldly." The old reporter asked: "I have watched your game. You are one of the few in the dark American football world. You will never do whatever it takes to win, and you can insist on using technology to win."
The man who wins. The reason why I ask you this question is precisely because your noble style of play is in sharp contrast to the unhealthy tendencies currently growing in the dark American football world------This character deserves to be praised.
."
Albert thought for a moment: "That's a shame. I just concentrated on playing ball and never thought about that."
"Your Excellency, who is dedicated to playing golf, has defeated those who do whatever it takes to win. I think this is something worthy of admiration." Wallace continued: "The overly relaxed rules have indeed allowed many people to take advantage of loopholes.
, and it is precisely because there are loopholes to exploit that some people take advantage of them. In contrast, those who can stick to their own bottom line and use real technology to win are more respectable, aren't they?"
"I'm not as great as you said." Albert said seriously: "I just made an appointment with someone to help their team win the Super Cup championship. Because it was an appointment, so
You have to win with dignity. I always feel that...if you win by cheating, even if you help that guy win the Super Cup, the agreement will become meaningless."
"That's it." The old reporter smiled calmly: "The person who made such an agreement with you is as innocent as you, isn't it? That person shouldn't be Mr. Sphinx, right?"
"No." Albert immediately denied.
"I understand." Wallace put away his voice recorder: "Thank you for your time. I have no questions to ask."
Only two questions were asked. The interview was surprisingly short. Albert thought to himself, although he never knew how many words he had been tricked by the other party.
"Then, I wish you a great victory in today's game. Come on." The reporter bowed and saluted, and then left happily.
"Hmm..." Albert also hummed, walked out of the locker room, and went to join his team.
At the end of the corridor of the underground arena, a group of people were looking for something.
"Are you looking for me?" The old reporter just saw the group of people wearing crisp suits and said, "You don't have to look for me in such a hurry, I will show up too."
"Croff!" one of the employees in the group exclaimed: "Where have you gone? We are worried to death! If you get lost like this, we can't ask the Football Association for help."