Chapter 119 Even the fifth graders came back to watch the game!
Edith was not very clear about what Joe interviewed specifically. She only heard that when the only member of the newspaper rushed back, he had already returned to the lounge. The door was closed tightly and even the accompanying teacher could not get in.
Edith felt a little regretful after hearing this: If that person could really pass the message over, the other party's emotions would definitely fluctuate further... What a pity.
Now we can only focus on the game.
She ignored the resentful look of her accompanying teacher, and moved her body step by step. After hesitating for a while, she decided to carry the rusty sword on her back.
It was not in her original plan, but Joyce suddenly came down from the commentary desk and returned the thing to her - it was rare for Edith to be so conflicted before the game started.
Last time I fought Celeste, I mainly relied on the characteristics of the rusty sword, and the sword techniques I used were mostly basic ones such as chopping, splitting, and picking. I didn't show much of my actual sword skills. Carrying it on my back will definitely affect my speed, but maybe I can catch him off guard at some point.
Joe is not the type of opponent who can win a quick battle, and speed is not necessary to deal with him, so just bring it with you.
Edith checked the wand grip again, reinforced the part that might slip, and then closed her eyes and silently recited a few new spells. When the accompanying teacher came over with a pocket watch, she had just finished going through them and suddenly opened her eyes.
"ah!"
The accompanying teacher was startled, and after a long pause, he slowly spoke, "It's time."
"Well, let's go."
......
"This is the explanation desk, I'm the number one explainer! After a short interview session, I believe all of our students are getting a little impatient - the countdown is five minutes, and the competition will begin soon!"
"Here, I'd like to once again introduce the members of today's match: Edith Griffin versus Joe Rodney!"
Joe, who was standing at the door, suddenly looked gloomy.
The accompanying teacher, who had finally moved within three meters of the other person, shuddered suddenly and silently moved two steps forward.
What could make this madman dissatisfied?
"Edith is already at the center of the scene." He trembled and said, "You..."
Joe slammed the door.
......
Edith stood in front of the referee and waved, in a good mood: "Good afternoon."
Referee: "...I'm not very good."
After finishing this year's league, he doesn't want to be a referee anymore.
Edith's first match had frightened him. Langman was in a coma, and he couldn't see the internal conditions of the cage clearly, and couldn't give timely feedback... After dealing with everything, he thought he had survived the most difficult stage, but he didn't expect that this was just the beginning.
Compared to Edith's later matches, that one was really tame.
He glanced behind Edith calmly, and when he saw the black sword clearly, his eyes widened: "Why did you pick this up again?"
He still remembered that Edith had used this sword to kill Celeste. Although the other party was still alive at the time, news of his death came later. He, who was responsible for judging the competition procedures, was also punished to a certain extent.
Of course, the last incident was closely related to Celeste himself, and the punishment he received was only to appease the emotions of the Eddy family, but the fear was still engraved in his heart, making him tremble subconsciously.
"I'll be careful." Edith touched her beloved sword, "I know what to do."
"You have a hell of a number."
The referee pulled the observer over, and both of them sighed in front of Edith, but Edith didn't care at all and turned her head away, pretending she didn't see it.
Unexpectedly, I saw Joe when I turned around.
There was no teacher accompanying Joe.
Edith sighed, observed two seconds of silence for the unknown teacher, and then observed the other person's expression calmly.
He had a gloomy face and looked unhappy...well, he had some emotions.
But this sentiment is not quite right...
Edith adjusted the plan in her mind.
The referee walked to the center of the field first. Edith stayed there for two minutes to avoid suspicion, and finally walked to the referee at about the same time as Joe. The afternoon sun was still shifting, a ray of light passed diagonally across the stands, and drew a bright river on the center line of the field.
Edith and Jo were completely illuminated by this light.
"Eh? What's that on Edith's back?" Number One asked hastily. It took him two seconds to realize that something was wrong. His voice got smaller and smaller. "Ah, haha, it wasn't there in the last game. Is this a new tactic..."
When it comes to the death of Celeste, this topic is still too sensitive for him.
"You're right, it's a sword." Joyce suddenly spoke up, "It wasn't in the last match because the association took it away for inspection. Now that it seems to be fine, it should be returned to Ms. Griffin."
"The Magic Association will not arbitrarily detain the belongings of innocent people."
Many people in the stands frowned slightly.
Innocents...?
Everyone still remembers the scene where Edith stabbed the sword straight into Celeste's chest. Combined with the news of his death that came out later, that sword should have been the direct cause of Celeste's death.
So, President Walker personally admitted that the sword was once taken away by the association as a murder weapon, and now it has been returned after the investigation. Does this mean that there is another hidden story behind Celeste's death?
"Is it really okay for President Walker to say that?" Heda was a little worried. "Why do I feel like everyone around me is over-interpreting it?"
The girl behind her was so excited that she suspected that it was the Eddie family who killed their daughter.
"She must be smarter than you." Bell patted Hedda's head. "Don't worry, every word she said was prepared in advance."
If everyone guesses in the same direction, it can only mean that she did it on purpose.
Amy nodded in agreement.
On his left, several sharp voices were discussing fiercely. Some questioned Celeste's death, some questioned whether Edith was protected by the Magic Association, and some even speculated that Edith was the illegitimate child of the Eddie family, and that they did this just to eliminate a rival in inheriting the family business.
There were so many noises that he felt frightened.
"If Edith had used a sword in this fight - what would her chances be?"
Someone asked curiously.
Heda and the others turned around subconsciously and saw a few unfamiliar faces, but judging from their body shapes and the shape of the badge on the collar of the leader, they were probably fifth-grade students.
...Wait, even the fifth graders came back to watch the game!
"Shouldn't they be apprentices in the association now? Or practice in the jungle, or be assistants in the professor's laboratory." Mu Lin hesitated, "The league... they should have watched two rounds and lost interest a long time ago."
"The last time I saw so many wizard apprentices gathered together was in the final battle in the novel." Heda hid the adventure novel behind him.
"I can only say that there are things in the league that they care more about." Tuttle lowered his eyes, "Well..."
He still remembered that at the beginning of the game, only the first graders paid attention to Edith. Later, the second and third graders gradually started to pay attention. In the last game, the cheers were so diverse that even the non-first graders applauded. Now, there were even fifth graders who were having heated discussions.
Even his parents, who didn't care much about the outside world, had heard of Edith's existence and asked about her the last time they went home. In other words, Edith was definitely well-known among the nobles.
So what's next?
The two heirs to the throne and Ivan have all had interactions with Edith, so will Her Majesty the Queen be next?
"I don't know whether this kind of fame is good or bad..."
"How different do you think Edith is from Joyce?"
Tattle didn't notice that he had whispered his thoughts aloud, and looked in the direction of the sound with some surprise.
The one who spoke was Lynch. He was staring intently in the direction of Edith. His eyes swept across the sword and quickly focused back on Edith's face.
Tuttle was silent for a moment: "What do you mean?"
"Bell just said, 'If everyone is guessing in the same direction, it can only mean that President Walker did it on purpose.' The same goes for Edith." Lynch turned his head after paying a little attention. "I'm not a royal noble, so I don't know what image you have of President Walker, but from my current perception, I don't think she's smarter than Edith."
He looked back at Edith and said word by word: "If you think Edith is too high-profile, it only means that she does it on purpose."
She always has her own ideas.
Tuttle was silent for a moment, nodded, and suddenly smiled: "It's better to save such compliments for Edith."
"You and Belle are siblings, right? If you were half as good at talking as your sister, you wouldn't have known Edith longer than the rest of us and yet have made no progress at all."
Lynch: “…Don’t change the subject.”
The noise from the stands did not affect the practice field, and Edith was quietly watching the referee tossing gold coins.
On the gold coin, the portrait of the first king sparkled in the sun.
Edith was eventually assigned to the dark side.
"Not a bad start," she said to herself. She could see Joe's eyes narrowed, and she didn't know if it was because of the light or just out of disdain.
Maybe the latter is more common.
"Now, both players have walked to their respective half of the court." Number One was still immersed in the shock of the previous moment and began to make small talk. "Next is the pre-match exchange session."
“Very resourceful.”
Qiao spoke calmly, but the expression on his face was not calm, "How does it feel to be surrounded by members of the newspaper?"
Edith hummed doubtfully, "I don't feel anything."
It's just an interview.
Before Edith realized what she had said, Joe's face darkened.
"Ah, so it's you who really wants to be surrounded, right?"
Edith suddenly realized.
She had never expected that Joe would say such a thing during the pre-match talk. She had not prepared in advance, and all her words were subconscious reactions. But this reaction seemed to be better than what she had carefully prepared.
Joe put on a smile on his face: "You think saying this will make me angry, right?"
The same sentence was returned to Edith.
Edith looked at his smile and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
This is the second stage.
The anger shown on his face is not that much. It should be that the emotion cannot be seen now.
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