About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

The contact person left the arena, and then with a sharp sound of metal friction, dozens of claw beasts slowly poured into the arena and approached Orson.

"Looking at it this way, it seems like the number is a bit too much. So, this time, let's just stop."

Orson raised his hand, and as he gave the order, the tuned shadow behind him instantly spread to the surroundings.

“Puff!!”

The pause transformed into sharp claws and pierced several claw beasts approaching him without reason. Orson raised his sword again, and every swing could accurately cut the claw beasts that pounced on him into two halves.

"This Originium technique... and, you're also very skilled with the sword?"

The Gray Hair Knight was completely stunned. Not only did Orson possess Originium skills that could absolutely be described as "terrifying", but he also used his sword with such skill that he seemed to be as steady and precise as a knight, as if... he had been training for several years.

The contact person at the side was staring at everything in front of him in amazement. He thought he would see the tragic death of a young man who overestimated his own abilities, but the result was that the black-haired boy suppressed and wiped out the army of clamp beasts with his own strength.

"The last one."

puff! !

The long sword pierced the abdomen of the claw beast, then Orson drew out the long sword and controlled the rest symbol to wipe the blood off the weapon.

The boy himself was not stained with a trace of the blood of the claw beast, but around him, there was debris everywhere, as if a war had just happened.

"...Interesting, so interesting! Looks like I've found something valuable! You're right—you're now worth far more than those infected!"

The contact stared at Orson closely. The ability displayed by this young man would definitely make this knight competition full of highlights.

The contact has already started thinking about how to use this first-hand information to make money.

"In that case, can we release all these infected people?"

Orson returned the sword to the Gray Hair Knight through the gap in the fence. The latter took the weapon and found that the originally damaged sword had become much stronger, but she was still a little confused about what she had just seen.

"Don't even think about it. This is a high-voltage power line area—right, Knight Grayhair?"

“…Tsk.”

When the contact said this, he glanced at the Gray Hair Knight with a slightly sarcastic look.

The Gray Hair Knight was originally a survivor who had fought her way out of the 'cage' and became a regular competitive knight, but she was hunted down because she and the "Flame Tail Knight" bought out the infected and tried to form their own knight order.

If it weren't for this young man's sudden intrusion, he would probably have been killed by these people in the name of a "duel".

"Then let them stay here for now, but don't set up any weird arenas. Wait until I'm done."

"Finished? What do you want to finish?"

The contact curiously asked Orson what he wanted to do.

"Champion of the Knights' Games. Once I bring you the trophy, I believe your views on these infected people will change."

Orson looked at the contact quietly. The latter was stunned again, and then burst into laughter.

"Of course, no problem! If you can truly become the Infected Knight Arena Champion after the Blood Knight, then you can do whatever you want!"

The contact initially didn't understand what the other person was saying because of Orson's casual tone. But once he understood what the boy was saying, he immediately laughed and said it was no problem.

"Interesting, truly interesting fellow. You'll definitely spark a fantastic chemistry in the knightly tournament, young man. Now, please allow me to congratulate you—you've officially become a 'New Tournament Knight.' Now, think of a nickname for yourself. While the well-known tournament knights are mostly known by the spectators, we still need a name that we can record."

Orson knew about this. It was said that there was a knight who called himself the "Master Knight". After playing in the knight competition for half a year, he was now called the "Water Dispenser Knight" by people.

But even so, the prepared name still needs to be announced.

"[Silent Knight]—Am I right, Little Gray?"

Orson reported the name he had prepared long ago, then turned around to look at the Gray Hair Knight and asked him with an expression of "Of course! As expected?"

After editing Orson's nickname, the contact took out a badge that was not very well made from the inside of his pocket, which represented the identity of "New Competitive Knight".

"It's just this ordinary badge, yet countless people have tried their best to obtain it, yet still can't. How interesting, isn't it? Keep it safe, and then go to the nearby registration point hosted by the Knights Association, present this badge, and work your way up, turning those insults and scoldings into advertisements for your sponsors. I'm very interested in you—[Silent Knight]."

The contact observed Orson. The young man was humble, but showed great confidence in the conversation. Of course, this confidence was backed by corresponding strength.

His relaxed attitude and lack of panic even made people wonder if he was brought in on purpose.

Moreover, even if he chose to participate as a freelancer, it would definitely ignite the knight competition - the contact person was convinced of this.

It’s a pity that it’s a Durin. It would be perfect if it was Kuranta. It is said that Liberi shota is also very popular recently?

The contact looked at Orson as if he were a commodity that could bring in a lot of profit.

What the contact didn't know was that Orson was also watching him, or rather, the people behind him.

This contact, who boasted of being able to "discover countless talents and provide fresh topics and victims for the Knights' Games," was like someone who failed to realize that Orson was not "Durin" but "Chimera"—he still couldn't realize how chaotic his actions would make the Knights' Games in the future.

02.Maria

"Thank you very much. Please allow me to confirm one last thing - you will ensure the personal safety of these infected people, correct?"

Orson looked up and looked directly at the contact and asked softly.

"—"

The middle-aged contact, who thought he had seen everything, suddenly broke out in cold sweat when he saw Orson looking straight at him.

In an instant, the young man suddenly seemed like a different person. His innocence and naivety completely disappeared, and instead gave people a feeling of suffocating cold fear.

It was simply... it was as if a "black snake" was wrapped around my body and I couldn't breathe.

"Well... of course, dealing with garbage itself costs money. If you can bring in several times more value, then these infected people will naturally be handed over to you for disposal."

The contact responded while enduring the horrifying gaze that felt like he was being eaten alive.

"That's good. The deal is done. I will participate in the knight competition and bring you more profits. And you remember to take good care of my infected friends."

After confirming the contact's response, Orson returned to his original appearance and smiled innocently. The contact also left the cage. It seemed that because of Orson's appearance, this office worker had to deal with a lot of things.

"Well—that's about it. Take a good rest, Little Gray. No need to wait for the Knights' Tournament Championship. I'm not interested in that. A company will come to assist you later."

"Wait a minute...what's going on?"

The Gray Hair Knight was completely stunned. Just over ten minutes ago, he was still forcing himself to overcome the fear of death, but now a teenager told him that he could leave this hell immediately?

"Sona told us that. She's strong, and you're strong too. You both worked hard to hold on for each other. Now, let the professionals take care of the rest."

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Orson reached out through the gap in the iron fence and ruffled the Gray Knight's hair.

"Sona...! Is she, is she okay?!"

"Well, let's talk about the details after you meet. That's something we can look forward to."

"...I understand. Thank you so much, Orson—Master Silent Knight."

Xiao Hui bowed formally to Orson.

"Hey, hey, it sounds really cool."

Orson rubbed his hair embarrassedly. He didn't feel anything when the name was first given to him, but after being called that, he felt both embarrassed and a little happy. It was a subtle feeling.

"Well, Lord Orson, you mentioned stealing the electric bike before—"

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"

Orson refused to answer and ran away.

After Orson left, the contact made a call.

"This is the contact person for the underground arena. Yes, this time, the Cage has also unearthed an interesting infected individual—no, perhaps I can't describe it as interesting. I think he'll generate a lot of discussion, but... maybe I'm just worrying too much. I hope the United Chamber of Commerce will request assistance from the Helmless Alliance to monitor him—no, my suggestion is to dispatch a 'Grandmaster' level, that's right. I personally saw that infected individual slaughter 30 claw beasts—with just a fucking rotten iron sword."

At the end of the call, the contact sighed. Providing the boy with Casimir's competitive qualification would definitely bring in considerable profits, provided he didn't do anything strange.

"Platinum Throne"? That lady from the No Heroes Alliance doesn't seem to have a very good reputation at work.

But, nothing should happen.

The contact person thought so, and then began to contact major companies to announce the situation about Orson.

On the other side, Orson, who had left the "cage" of the underground arena, also used his tuning ability to communicate with others.

"How's it going, Orson?"

Tallulah's voice came out.

"It went smoothly. I got the status of a new infected competitive knight and rescued Sona's friend Xiao Hui. Remember to ask Rhodes Island to come and rescue him."

"Because I may have been a little too aggressive just now, I might come under official scrutiny. I might have to remain silent for a while. How's it going on over there, Tallulah? Are Patriot Senior and Froststar okay?"

Orson asked Tallulah, who sighed after hearing the question.

"No one knows the extent of the Spear of Ursus's 'capabilities' outside of combat. At this point, we can only act according to the original plan. As for Froststar... Orson, when are you going to talk to me about that time and Froststar—"

"The signal isn't very good, Sister Tazi. I'm hanging up first!"

Orson cut off the communication with cold sweat on his forehead.

Ever since he was pushed by the rabbit, even a silly guy like Orson could feel the "Shura Field" atmosphere around him becoming more and more obvious.

The fake sisterhood between Talulah and Froststar has been exposed. Talulah now even takes the initiative to ask Black Snake "how to dress to be more feminine". Faced with this request, Black Snake is really mixed.

My steel plate child has finally grown up, but the reason for his growth is that idiot whose head I wish I could stick into the toilet.

Also, why is he looking for himself when asking about femininity? Does that mean he's assuming the "immortal black snake" is just a cross-dresser who's been dressing up for 2000 years?!

Although what he said is indeed true...I still can't accept it!

Not to mention Black Snake, who was almost driven crazy by the torture of men and women over there, although the Reunion Movement and Rhodes Island's involvement in the ownership of Orson were always going to be a mess, most of the people finally arrived at Casimir together.

Of course, Rhodes Island and the Reunion Movement will not "act together". Blind alliance will only make the capitalists and government of Casimir wary. Currently, the Reunion Movement, Rhodes Island, and Orson himself each have different tasks to deal with.

Orson stood on the side of the road, looking at the strange and prosperous city in front of him. No one could have imagined that in the corner of this city, there would be an arena made of corpses and flesh.

Of course, no one would care about those infected.

"Grand Knight Lord" Cavalleria? Now that we're here, let's make a big scene.

Orson took out the new competitive knight badge from his pocket, but before he could take a closer look, the roar of a motor and shouting suddenly came from the road in the distance.

"I told you to check the engine before I fucking left the house!"

"I checked it out—about six years ago!"

"Stop arguing, Uncle Ferg! We're about to collide! And—well, the person in front, watch out!!"

A car with black smoke coming out of its hood and making loud noises came straight towards Orson who was fiddling with a badge on the side of the road. Also in the car were the Panda Brewmaster, the elderly version of the Wind Swordsman, and the blonde Kuranta girl, three people who had nothing in common.

"This city's welcome ceremony is truly special."

Orson put the badge away and then held out his hand toward the stalled car.

"【take a bow】"

The out-of-control Originium engine instantly stalled. Orson then closed the curtain call, summoned the pause, and extended forward to try to stop the oncoming car.

But the problem was that when Orson used Curtain Call, the Kuranta girl in the car also stood up from her seat at the same time. It seemed that she wanted to use some Originium technique to stop the car.

Judging from the other party's surprised and confused expression, it was obvious that her plan had failed and her Originium skills "for some reason" could not be used.

"--careful!"

At this point, Orson could only bite the bullet and continue to summon the pause, while at the same time he rushed towards the speeding car and pounced on the girl.

boom! ! !

"My waist—what happened just now? Did a kid suddenly appear and do something?"

Elderly Yasuo pulled his face out of the airbag from the driver's seat.

"You really should get glasses. Not only was that little guy on the side of the road from the start, but he also seemed to have used some Originium technique to stop the car—Hey, Maria, are you okay?"

The Panda Wine Immortal kicked open the deformed car door, staggered out of the car and asked the Kuranta girl who was not far away.

"I'm fine, Master Koval...it seems like something cushioned it."

The girl called "Maria" shook her head, feeling a little confused.

"Buffer... uh, you mean the guy who's holding you?"

The Panda Wine Immortal pointed to the black-haired young man under Maria, who was kneeling on one knee and hugging her in a standard princess hug position.

"…Uh, are you okay?"