Chapter 1220： Third intervention (1/2)

Listening to Miss Black Dragon’s helpless sigh, the rocking chair under Modil finally stopped. The old mage rolled his eyes at the sky and said a little bit irritably: "Aren’t you talking nonsense—the adventure plan I originally made is now I put it on hold and watched the people in front of me every day, and listened to them coming back and telling me about the new changes outside the camp. How could it not be boring."

The young black dragon girl showed an embarrassed look on her face: "This...we are worried about an accident..."

"I know I know," Modil waved his hand impatiently without waiting for the other person to finish. "You are essentially worried that I will accidentally die outside before my descendant who is rushing from Loren Continent arrives. Well, what are you doing with so many decorations..."

The black dragon girl's face was suddenly more embarrassed than before: "Actually...we are not entirely because of this..."

"It's also because my mental state is getting more and more wrong recently, and I'm worried that I will make a big mess after going out with other adventurers," Modil had long wanted to understand all the thoughts of these dragons, although he said impatiently. Then, the cheerful expression on his face was never interrupted, "Hey, don’t be so embarrassed to be guessed at the central thing, I am not embarrassed by what you are embarrassed. In fact, I also understand that your concerns are not malicious or malicious. That’s right, so I’m quite cooperative—I haven’t even been out of this street since I met your leader last time, but I’m just bored in the usual way..."

While talking, the great adventurer couldn't help but shook his head: "Hey, there are still too few entertainment projects here. It's not interesting to go to the tavern a few times. I'm not good at gambling money. I think Find a few people to play cards and chess, and few adventurers seem to be interested in this..."

Listening to the rants of the adventurer, the expression on the face of the black dragon girl standing aside gradually changed. Her eyelids drooped, and she sighed in her tone: "Are you entertaining... The conditions of the adventurer camp are indeed correct now? Limited, but in the old Tarrond, we don’t lack all kinds of'entertainment'-if you can see the lower part of Agonda at that time, I am afraid you will never be bored."

Modil raised his eyelids and glanced at the black dragon: "You mean that kind of addictive potion, and those nerve-stimulating hallucination generators and arenas?"

The black dragon girl blinked, her expression was a little surprised: "Do you know this?"

"Adventurers will see information about the Dragon Kingdom before registering. I'm not the kind of rash guy who throws away the information after I get the information," Modil shook his head, "I know as much as possible in advance that I am going to This is a necessary professionalism for every adventurer."

"It's also... you are different from other adventurers," the black dragon girl smiled, followed by some curiosity on her face, "In that case, what do you think of the former Tarrond?"

"Me? I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I can't imagine what that bizarre world really looks like," Modil shrugged, "but seeing that you would rather pay such a huge price in exchange for such a wasteland, I have to break free from that situation. I think it is definitely not as good as it seems on the surface."

The black dragon girl did not speak for a while, as if she was caught in some kind of memory. After a long time, her expression suddenly gradually stretched, and a faint smile emerged from her face: "In fact, if only from the individual's'survival' perspective, once It’s not an exaggeration for Talrond to be called the Paradise of Paradise, but when you have to live on a fixed trajectory for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, even your daily words and deeds must strictly follow a huge, complex and intangible As far as the framework is concerned, any paradise is nothing more than a long torture. You are right, it is not a beautiful place."

"I was suddenly a little curious," Modil stared into the girl's eyes curiously. "I heard that in the old Tarrond period, most dragons didn't need work, so what did you do every day? ?"

"Duel." The black dragon girl smiled faintly.

"Duel?!" Modilton was surprised when he looked up and down at the other's thin and thin body, "You? Do you fight against people every day?"

"That's actually a kind of...entertainment. We take our brain tissue from the original body, put it in a highly modified'sports body', and then drive the powerful competitive body in a Competing for'targets' and rankings in a very, very huge container, with reckless deathmatches and full applause-and I am a frequent visitor in the Argondore Extreme Arena, don’t look at me like this, then The opponent I dismantled at the time was not counted with two claws."

"This..." Modil tried to imagine what it would look like, "Then you are fighting for some very precious treasure on the field?"

"No, that is usually just an industrially manufactured mechanical ball, or a symbolic metal ring to represent the score."

"Then...the winner has a high bonus?"

“The prize money is indeed quite a lot, but most of the contestants don’t really care about it, and in most cases, the income from participating in the competition will be used to repair implants on the body or to perform central nerve repair surgery.

When talking about this, the black dragon girl always had a faint smile on her face, but Modil couldn't help but her eyes widened. It was a way of living that he couldn't understand, and the madness that filled him during the period made him stunned: "That... What do you picture?"

"In order to prove that I am alive, and to relieve the central system agitation syndrome caused by the overdose of the synergist," the black dragon girl said indifferently, "there are also some for pure death-the Omega system and the upper temple prohibit any form of self-execution. Therefore, various'extreme sports' based on combat competitions are the only way for the dragons to prove that they are alive and that they are eligible to die... But now all of this is over."

"...Well, I still can't understand," Modil was stunned for a long time, and finally he shook his head and muttered, "Fortunately, I don't have to understand this crazy life."

The black dragon girl just smiled, and then slightly bent over: "Well, I have already delayed you a lot of'sunbathing' time, so I won't continue to delay it."

Modil immediately waved his hand, deliberately showing impatience, while the black dragon girl just smiled disapprovingly, turned and walked to the other side of the street.