Chapter 117: Fame

Tomorrow is the day of the official competition with Joe.

Edith tapped the table repeatedly, her mind full of the medical record that Tuttle had brought back a few days ago.

Everyone was afraid that his parents would find out, so they unanimously decided to send him back after just one day. Edith naturally didn't have time to look through all the experimental data, so she could only look through it with Shelly, who had a good memory, and write down the important ones.

This includes Jennifer's physical data.

Just yesterday, Shelly finished drawing the restoration map and handed it to Edith among other materials. It was much faster with help. Edith stretched her body and looked at the neatly written and neatly arranged paper full of the association's standardization. She felt happy.

This good mood continued until the moment she turned to the restored picture.

Edith thought for a moment that Shelly had slipped in a piece of draft paper. She observed for a long time before confirming that what was written on it was correct: "Hiss..."

At this moment, she fully understood the meaning of the words Tuttle's parents wrote at the end of the medical record.

——Because she also mistook Jennifer for a dragon for a moment.

She lowered her head, pulled out a piece of paper, and began to trace over the reconstruction. Jennifer's legs, which were originally stuck together, were thrown behind her like a tail; the legs that were forcibly born were at the waist position - because the original position of the legs had been occupied by the tail. The position of the new legs could not support a person vertically, and Jennifer was forced to lean forward, hunched her shoulders, and put her weight in front.

Her skin was as hard as metal. After fully calculating the ductility required for human skin to move, Shelly determined that she could not walk with a single piece of skin. Her skin would definitely crack like dry land. The cracks were drawn on the paper. Edith squinted her eyes and saw scales.

The dried dragon blood vessels that were forced into her throat blocked her mouth. Her breathing was rapid and intense, and every sigh should have sounded like a dragon's roar. Coupled with various details that Edith couldn't even name, Jennifer's appearance was no longer human.

"How can any parent do such a thing..."

Edith murmured to herself. Even if it was Shelly, whose parents were extremely cold and selfish, they could only sell their children and hand them over to others for disposal. She personally formulated every treatment plan and participated in every "treatment"

——After all, according to the description of Tuttle’s parents, the two were only responsible for studying the feasibility of the plan, and they were not responsible for the specific implementation.

In this environment, it's not surprising that Joe looks like anything.

I don’t know whether this poor girl is still alive.

"By the way, have you ever seen a dragon?" Edith turned around and looked at Hedda, who was lying on the bed reading an adventure novel. Hedda was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised the cover of the book.

"This kind of dragon?"

Edith looked at the huge words "Dragon Slaying! Re:Zero - Starting Jungle Adventure" and was silent for a second, then shook her head: "I mean a real dragon."

An ugly, smelly real dragon, not the fire-breathing warrior in black armor from the stories.

To be honest, she had never seen a live dragon other than dragon materials and book illustrations. It was said that the first king of the Dragon Spine Kingdom founded the new kingdom on the bones of the dragon mount of the previous king, but the bones were not turned into a tourist attraction for the public to visit and learn about history, and the creature of dragon became mysterious.

It is said that families with high titles would raise one or two dragons to show their power, but most of them were monopolized by the Warcraft Association, which produced a small amount of materials each year to supply other associations and the market. The most produced was dragon meat, followed by dragon bones, and the least produced was dragon eyes.

There was dragon skin in the wand that Hedda gave her. Since she could get such a thing, she might have seen a real dragon.

"Once," Hedda answered. "I was about eleven or twelve. I saw it at a duke's house, but it was only a quick glance. What's the matter?"

Edith organized her words. "Is there any difference between that dragon and the one in the book? I mean the textbook, not the adventure novel."

Hedda thought hard for a while. "Not much difference." She bit her lower lip, as if recalling something. "There is no difference in appearance. If I must say, maybe there is some problem with intelligence?"

Edith tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"In books, dragons are described as graceful and majestic, smart and tactical, but in reality, dragons are tiny, afraid, unable to understand commands, and only care about food."

Hedda turned over and lay on the bed. "Maybe some of the parts in the book have been artistically processed. After all, according to the legend, the first king killed his dragon mount to seize the kingdom. If the target was a fool who was not very smart, the story might not be so touching."

Edith nodded approvingly. "It's fine as long as the data on the dragon's materials are accurate. As for its habits, no one except the breeder needs to know. It's normal for the court to change some words on it to enhance its reputation."

However, she didn't know that dragons were stupid by nature. Although it sounds useless, it never hurts to accumulate more knowledge.

She sighed, turned around, took one last look at Jennifer, and put it deep in the drawer.

Everything will be resolved after the game is over.

......

"This is the explanation desk, I'm number one!"

At the practice field and the commentary desk, No. 1 sat in front of the microphone with full confidence, stirring up the atmosphere.

The duel of geniuses is both a challenge and an opportunity for commentators like him. The challenge is that if they misunderstand the meaning of the contestants, it will lead to large-scale discussion and criticism - when the geniuses compete, the stands will be full of people, and there will be several rows of newspapers standing below the stage, and any movement will attract everyone's attention.

However, this kind of competition can also highlight his ability. Most ordinary students fight by instinct. They don't have their own fighting system. At most, I can repeat their actions once, and it is difficult to dig deeper. The first seven competitions are different. Each player has his own characteristics, and all actions can be extended to a hundred meanings. If I can really predict accurately, I might be selected to join the court and become a tactician in the army.

Not to mention that in this league, the president of the Magic Association was sitting next to him, watching his every move.

Thinking of this, and his own bright future, Number One worked even harder to stir up the atmosphere: "On one side is the heir of the Rodney family, the cunning Joe Rodney!"

"On the other side, there is Edith Griffin, who is challenging the league as a freshman and is extremely good at breaking deadlocks and has never lost a game!"

The cheers from the audience suddenly became huge.

Edith sat in the lounge, counting the dots on her badge out of boredom. The nurse next to her didn't dare to say a word, but sat quietly on the stool, staring at the time.

"It's time to go out." He looked up and said to Edith.

Edith only counted halfway, raised her head in confusion, and checked her pocket watch: "But there is still half an hour before the game officially starts."

"So I said 'It's time to go out' instead of 'It's time to go on stage.'" The nurse seemed not to have expected Edith to ask this question, and frantically searched for information. "It says that after entering the top seven, a pre-match interview of less than half an hour must be conducted before each match so that the public can get to know the players better."

In fact, it is to make it easier for contestants to promote their own surnames in order to enhance the family reputation.

Given Edith's background, this was obviously not necessary. The Duke of Turner had thought of asking Hedda to help persuade Edith to talk more about her family in the interview, but ever since Hedda sent the cursing letter, she had thrown all the letters directly into the fire without ever reading them.

Occasionally, when she woke up early, Belle would find a few fragments of the words "Dear Daughter" written on them in the embers of the fire. She was shocked, thinking that her deceased mother had come back to visit her, but she also felt that her mother's handwriting was not that ugly. It took her a long time to figure out what had happened.

Having lost this purpose, Edith couldn't think of anything she could say in front of the newspaper people, so she shook her head and said, "I can give it up on my own initiative."

Promoting the family is a benefit, and I voluntarily gave up the benefit. I can't just not approve it, right?

"That may not work." The teacher looked embarrassed, "The newspaper will definitely not agree..."

Recording other students bragging about their own families is for survival and to please the big families. Although the league is not held every year, this kind of flattery exists in newspapers almost every day. They don't like to write, the public doesn't like to read, and it simply can't be sold.

But it's not every day that you get to interview a first-year student who was a companion - Edith was the first in the hundreds of years since the founding of Beaujolais College.

No one wants to miss this front page.

Everyone wants to be the first person to be interviewed.

Everyone is outside, watching eagerly.

Edith felt something was wrong just by listening to the teacher's tone. She was keenly aware of the possible problems and refused: "I don't want to--"

"——The interview time has come, why haven't you come out yet?!"

Unexpectedly, the newspaper reporter who was waiting outside pushed open the door of the lounge directly, leaving some privacy. He did not come in, but just stood at the door and kept shouting.

Edith subconsciously looked outside in the direction of the sound.

The two lounges were facing each other, and with magic covering her eyes, she could see Joe across from her clearly. He had already walked out of the lounge and was standing in front of two newspaper members for an interview.

But the three of them were all looking in her direction.

Qiao's eyes were sinister, a mixture of many emotions, and when combined, the most appropriate word was murderous intent.

Although the other two newspaper members' pens and notebooks were still pointing at each other, they kept glancing at her. Seeing the door was opened, the newspaper member who had not yet started the interview started running with his notebook in his arms. Despite being stopped by the referee, he actually ran across the entire practice field and joined the army of people interviewing Edith, panting.

Joe's face instantly fell.

Edith raised her eyebrows and swallowed her refusal: "Okay, let's go for the interview."

For someone like Joe who desperately needs attention, being ignored is the most unbearable punishment. It just so happens that her plan also includes a part of causing him to have an emotional breakdown - it would be best if there were off-field factors that could influence him.

If she doesn't accept the interview, all the newspapers will run away, which would be a big loss.

The teacher didn't expect her to suddenly let go. She was still a little confused. After two seconds of reaction, she jumped up in surprise and said, "Great!"

"That's the way it should be, give interviews and tell the world everything about you - there's no better way to become famous!"