I m Really Not Targeting the Mages - Chapter 902

Chapter 902: Isn’t this! little too unreserved!

Translator: 549690339

Then, he walked in the direction of the trail that was deliberately left behind by Ripley.

“We do need to be careful of that Alchemist!”

After a long time.

Only then did Ripley’s voice come to Roger’s ears.

At that time.

Roger had already sneaked into the crowd of people attending the celebration in pumpkin town.

He was mixed in with a group of ordinary people.

Roger had no sense of existence.

On the surface.

He was enjoying the festive atmosphere like everyone else.

However, his mind continued to analyze the information at hand and outline the follow-up action plan.

“After settling the profound seal.”

“It’s best if we can find time to go to the surface.”

that’s a poisonous gas that can render an entire civilization helpless!

“I just don’t know if I can hold on …”

“It shouldn’t be a problem, right? At most, I’ll have some diarrhea …”

also, I have to make a trip to future city. My reputation artifact ‘endless magic net’ seems to have some reaction to this world’s magic net.. don’t know if I can take advantage of it. If that’s the case, the breeding process will be much faster …

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

He came back to his senses.

The bell rang.

The noisy voices stimulated Roger’s periosteum.

He only felt that he was surrounded by people.

Countless hands were touching his body.

It was a pity that Sandy was there.

They were destined to not be able to touch anything.

Pa!

Roger slapped away a hand that was obviously over the line.

Then, he focused his attention on the table in front of him.

At this moment.

He was standing in front of a row of wooden tables with hundreds of people.

There was a lock in front of everyone.

It was obvious.

The lockpicking event of the triathlete was about to begin.

Roger noticed.

Behind the table.

A number of tall and sturdy invigilating puppets were patrolling back and forth.

This was to prevent the participants from cheating.

The host was a middle-aged woman.

She explained the rules on stage with all her might.

Under the enhancement of sound amplification magic.

Her voice drowned out the enthusiasm of the onlookers.

Even though the environment of the contestants was extremely bad.

But he could still barely hear the rules.

This project was actually very simple.

They each held a lock.

It was a competition of picking locks!

Although the organizer had divided all the participants into more than a dozen groups.

However, there was no mechanism like the preliminary and semi-final rounds.

Everyone only had one chance.

Roger noticed.

There was a lock on the table.

There was also a timer.

According to the host lady.

As long as they completed the search.

The timer would automatically stop.

At that time, there would naturally be staff to verify the results.

It was worth mentioning.

Even though it was a triathlete.

However, the individual championship could directly guarantee the final battle for the treasure chest.

The rest would have to rely on their combined points.

In terms of technique.

Lockpicking was actually the lowest level of the three.

Sometimes, everyone just wanted to try their luck.

His luck was right.

He entered.

Therefore, everyone was very enthusiastic.

The match had not started yet.

Roger was already numb from the people around him.

Leaving behind the warm and crowded crowd and the people with bad intentions who were mixed in the crowd.

The people on his left and right seemed to be blacksmiths.

The middle-aged man on the left had already taken out a big hammer and a big pair of scissors.

The strong young man on the right had more tools.

He carried a small box in a professional manner.

There were tweezers, iron wire, small hammer, chisel, and a series of professional tools.

At the same time.

He was very alert as he observed his surroundings.

If a Black Hand from the crowd touched a place that shouldn’t be touched …

He would raise the chisel to threaten them.

There were too many similar chaos to be mentioned.

For a moment.

Roger felt as if he had returned to Quinan’s “Tauren Tavern.

It seemed that no matter which plane it was.

This kind of competition where the people at the bottom of the society reveled in was similar.

Whether it was an arm-wrestling competition.

It was still a Grand meeting of thieves.

Both of them had a wild and unrestrained side.

Of course.

Everyone’s enthusiasm also made Roger feel a sense of smoke and fire, which he had not felt for a long time.

if only there weren’t so many pairs of hands touching my butt …

“I really don’t have any money …”

Roger sighed.

At this time, he could not use any special ability.

He could only brace himself and wait.

Fortunately, the host Auntie was also very quick.

Not long after.

She used her trademark hoarse voice to announce the news.

The match began!

[ prompt: you have touched a clumsy copper lock ]

[ your special ability-telepathic finger has been passively activated! ]

[ you have unlocked the copper lock! ]

“Di di di!”

The sharp timer suddenly rang.

Many pairs of surprised eyes were cast over.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Roger himself was also stunned.

He had wanted to put on an act.

Who knew that this lock would be so hard to open!

He hadn’t even used any techniques yet.

It was just a light touch.

It opened on its own!

“This is too f * cking unreserved!”

Roger was a little embarrassed.

At the side.

A staff member immediately came over to verify.

He looked at the lock in Roger’s hand in surprise.

“You opened it?”

Roger tried to quibble.

“It opened by itself.”

The staff member whistled.

Then, she gave him a friendly emoji.

“I’m quite lucky.”

“It’s a broken lock.”

Roger felt something was wrong.

“Do I need to start a new one?”

The staff member smiled and shook his head.

“Luck is also a part of strength.”

“You’ve passed.”

“0.02 seconds. Roar! You’re really fast!”

“I can guarantee that you’re the fastest.”