It felt a little different from the previous teleportation. In the past, Ren's vision almost went dark, and he completed the teleportation for a while, without any impression of the process in between.
But this time, although the darkness and dizziness came as expected, Renn still had a relatively clear understanding. During the transmission process, he seemed to be pulled into another space first.
Ren's eyes were still dark, and the dizziness kept coming. In his perception, there seemed to be many entities moving silently around him in the darkness, but this darkness isolated everything, so what could he do?
Can't see it either.
The dizziness was also gradually increasing. Fortunately, it didn't take long before he felt that he was about to be separated from this space.
But at the last moment before leaving, he suddenly felt something. He looked behind him, and there seemed to be a figure staring at him in the darkness.
Shrouded in darkness, he couldn't see the figure's face clearly. He was about to take a closer look despite the dizziness, when the teleportation took effect and he was pulled away from this space.
When Ren came back to his senses, he could see the light again. When he recalled the figure from before, all that came to his mind was a vague impression of a pair of huge round eyes.
"owl."
Renn read the word subconsciously.
"It's almost as I thought before. It should be the kingdom of the dead of that god, but why did this feeling suddenly appear during this teleportation?"
Renn didn't know the reason, maybe it was because of the increase in his own strength, maybe there was something wrong with his body, or something had changed in the kingdom of the dead.
I can't think of a reason right now. I can only ask Alexia these questions after I get back.
Anyway, I don’t have too much debt anymore...
Ren looked around and found that he was in a large tent. There was nothing around except a blanket on the ground. It seemed to be someone's temporary residence.
When I walked out of the tent, I saw a camp outside with tents of various sizes.
There were not many people in the camp, and there were no human activities in most of the tents. There were only a few people patrolling, and some who were packing their things and getting ready to leave.
However, Renn quickly determined his destination.
Opposite the camp, in the open space separated by a small river, there were several huge wooden shelves set up in a staircase shape, forming a half circle as a viewing stand. At this time, it was almost full of people, estimated to number about two to three thousand people.
In addition, there are a few scattered tents scattered near the stands.
Those who were ready to leave also walked in that direction.
"It seems I came at just the right time."
Ren avoided the people in the camp, crossed the river, and went around to the opposite side of the camp.
Probably because there have been very few people practicing swordsmanship in recent years, and this is not a large-scale event, the venue here is simply surrounded by a half-person-high wooden fence, which is not very strict.
There was still a queue at the entrance. Although it wasn't too much, it looked like I wouldn't be able to get in for a while.
Renn decided to take the expert-only passage - climb over the fence. However, for the sake of the armored monster's face, he still had to find a direction with fewer people, so as to avoid the scandal of "armored weirdo evading fares" in the future.
But after walking around half a circle, he found that there were quite a few "experts" who had the same idea as him. It wasn't until he reached the opposite side after half a circle that he saw no one in sight.
Because there is also an entrance here.
But there was only one person queuing here, and a strong man was sitting at the entrance, blocking him from entering. The two people started arguing.
The sound got louder and louder, and Ren, who was not far away, also roughly heard it.
The person who was stopped came to participate in this swordsmanship competition, but the entry time had already passed, and the strong man guarding the gate refused to let him in. However, this person felt that the competition had not officially started yet, so what would happen if he was allowed in.
However, the strong man guarding the door was very principled and looked unmoved from beginning to end. He repeatedly said that if the time passed, it would pass, and if he was not allowed in, he would not be allowed in, otherwise he would not be able to explain.
Until the other party stuffed something into his hand, the big man finally showed a smile on his face, moved away, and put the person in.
Seeing this, Ren also showed up and walked towards the entrance.
The strong man was facing away, lowering his head to secretly inspect the harvest he had just received, when he received a heavy tap on the shoulder, and at the same time a voice came:
"I want to sign up!"
"Don't make trouble!" The strong man was shocked by the slap. He threw his shoulders without looking back, thinking that this guy's hands were quite weak. While stuffing things into his arms, he turned around and shouted: "Sign up.
It's already past time, you're deliberately looking for trouble..."
Unfortunately, after seeing who it was, I couldn't say the next half of the sentence, and my legs went weak and I almost collapsed on the ground.
It was Ren who pulled him up and caught a few silver coins that fell out of the strong man's arms because he didn't place them securely. He immediately pushed the coins into the strong man's hand: "Take it, take the back door.
This is the reward."
Saying that, he walked inside.
The strong man was holding a pestle of silver coins on the spot, stammering and not daring to stop him. As a result, Renn took two steps and turned back. He came to him and pinched the silver coins one by one from his hand and put them away: "Confiscate the stolen money."
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This time, I was really about to go inside, but I came face to face with a taller man. He looked quite old, his hair was all white, and he was shaved very short, but he had a thick goatee.
The whole face seems to be turned upside down without any sense of disobedience.
As soon as he came out, he shouted with the same loud voice: "What's the fuss about? Harry, why did you let another person in? You..."
The sturdy old man stared at Ren, his words also stuck in his neck.
Ren scratched his head and felt that he should abide by the rules occasionally. There was no need to fight and kill people all day long, so he put the silver coins he had just put back into the hands of the strong man who still forgot to take them back. It was very innocent.
Said: "He accepted my money and allowed me to participate."
The old man seemed to be in shock, and it took him a while to recover. Then he showed an expression of ecstasy, and his facial features were squeezed together, making Ren's desire to turn his head upside down even stronger.
He came forward with a smile on his face: "Mr. Armor Monster, right? My name is Michael Sen. I am the owner of Michael Sen's Blacksmith Shop and a supporter of this swordsmanship competition. For a swordsman like you, no,
We certainly welcome the arrival of the god of swordsmanship. However... firstly, registration has indeed closed, and secondly, in our competition, you cannot wear your own armor, otherwise the competition may not be about swords."
"How do you know I'm wearing armor?" Renn knocked on his helmet a few times: "Actually, I'm empty inside."
After thinking about it, it seemed wrong to point at my head and say it was empty, so I banged my chest a few more times: "I am the armor, and the armor is me, isn't that okay?"
Michaelson said flatteringly: "Of course, but there is another thing. It would be disrespectful to compare with others based on your strength. Are those weak people worthy of competing with you? How about this, you will be the referee.
How about it? Not only can you watch other people's matches, but as our most important guest, you will also be the first to try out our latest sword."
"That makes sense!"
Renn was very satisfied with this arrangement and walked into the camp under the leadership of Michaelson.
But after walking a few steps, Ren came back again, grabbing the hand of the strong gatekeeper who had been petrified from the beginning, and gently turned it, as if turning a stiff switch, and poured the coins in his hand into the palm of his hand.
:
"As expected, I still can't see anyone taking bribes!"