In the room provided by Aiger, Ning Feng, wearing a raven mask, continuously adjusted various aspects of his body.
The glowing runes on his chest gradually dimmed, and the legendary magic enveloping his body dissipated into the air.
Ning Feng has sealed it up, Ning Feng has sealed it.
This is not a retreat, it is a strategic shift.
With his eyes closed, Ning Feng quickly reviewed the performance in his mind.
A good actor is always reflecting on their mistakes and summarizing their experiences to improve themselves.
Ning Feng isn't an actor, and there's no cameraman following him around filming, but that doesn't stop him from reviewing the situation.
He has brains.
Memories begin to fade, each frame and each second begins to replay, scene after scene replaying in my mind.
"First of all, it's a legendary status, and that setting has been maintained well."
This is the most important point, and it is the fundamental premise of all performances.
Only when the image of the swordsman as a legendary powerhouse is established can this background become the deepest tone of the entire performance.
Only then can the subsequent plans proceed normally.
Because he is a legend, he can do some things that go against the rules without being criticized.
Because he is a legend, it's normal for him to look down on everyone present.
Because he is a legend, it's okay for him to have some peculiar habits and behaviors; that's called personality.
Everything that unfolds is based on the premise that the swordsman is a mysterious legend, and that is undeniable.
Fortunately, Ning Feng did a pretty good job in this regard.
To achieve this effect, he actually made a lot of preparations and put in a lot of effort.
He had already used up a small portion of the legendary magic that Shirin had just given him.
In a real battle, he wouldn't be able to sustain it for long, but by enveloping himself in legendary magic, he could maintain it for quite some time.
The legendary aura of the "Words of Judgment" itself also partially concealed Ning Feng's aura, and with the special concealment enhancement, everything was completely hidden.
From the very beginning, he was determined to execute the criminal and leave a lasting impression on others.
The biggest challenge is actually the moment of making the move.
No matter how exquisite the exterior may be, his essence is not that of a legend.
Saying he's all show and no substance is an understatement; in reality, he's just a silver-plated spearhead.
Ideally, he would have cleaved the prisoner in two with a single sword strike from his high platform as judge.
That would have the best effect and the greatest impact.
Unfortunately, Ning Feng couldn't do it.
At least not yet.
Therefore, he made other preparations from the beginning.
He did not go up to the platform, but stood right next to the prisoner, ready to behead him immediately after the verdict.
Although the situation involving lust was somewhat unique, it was fortunately resolved successfully.
Congratulations!
"Also, the taciturn character setting is well done, but he talked a little too much at the end."
Although her emotions fluctuated somewhat at the end, they were within the normal range and did not ruin her image.
After summarizing for a while, Ning Feng finally opened his eyes and nodded silently:
Overall, we succeeded in achieving what we wanted to achieve, so it was a pretty good performance.
To put it bluntly, it's above average.
To put it bluntly, it was quite a success.
It left a deep impression on everyone and demonstrated its presence.
As for falling out with certain legends...
That's nothing.
They attacked first, so are they not allowed to retaliate?
Besides, what business is it of Ning Feng if they have a conflict with the Swordholders?
In short, I've successfully kept the pseudonym. As for when I'll use it, we'll see.
"Now that we've successfully completed this task, we can take a break for a while."
Pushing open the door, Ning Feng felt as if he had entered an ordinary little building, simple and plain, with a hint of poverty in it.
The old light fixtures were covered in wax residue, suggesting they had been used repeatedly for a long time.
It makes you feel like you've stepped back into an abandoned building from a hundred years ago.
However, despite the slightly gloomy and musty smell, the room was surprisingly clean, with no dust anywhere.
Ning Feng descended the groaning wooden staircase and arrived at the living room, where he saw Aiger, who had removed his mask and was preparing wine glasses.
The living room, which wasn't very big, was crammed full by a huge dining table, making it difficult to even find a place to stand.
Aiger sat in one of the chairs, looked up and waved to Ning Feng:
"Oh? You're finally out. Come on, have a drink."
Amber-colored, slightly cloudy liquid poured from the oddly shaped bottle, filling two glasses.
Just as Ning Feng was about to refuse, he saw Aiger insert a straw into the wine glass.
"Drink up! What's the point of wearing that tattered crow mask? You even need a straw to drink."
"Give!"
Ning Feng accepted it silently and tilted his head slightly.
Well……
Although Ning Feng wanted to say that he simply didn't want to drink, he couldn't refuse since Aige was being so considerate.
All I could do was gesture with the straw to find a spot.
Finally, we chose to insert it through the eye area of the raven mask...
suck!
This scene doesn't resemble a crow drinking wine, but rather a wine glass being turned upside down to suck out brains...
Ning Feng raised an eyebrow as he savored the bitter taste in his mouth.
It wasn't that the ale was particularly good; on the contrary, it was rather hard to drink and had a very cheap feel to it.
It's like a masterpiece brewed secretly by a drunkard who can barely afford to eat but still craves food, using inferior grains.
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