Chapter 185 Flanders Is Eager to Get Out of Trouble
Tang San's failure made the hopeful atmosphere of the Shrek people turn cold. Yes, in the internal strength competition of Shrek Academy, Dai Mubai's strong attack ability ranked first, Xiao Wu's close combat ability ranked first, and Tang San had the strongest overall strength.
The Seven Monsters thought that Tang San could easily win the game, but that seemingly ordinary spirit master actually forced Tang San to use his hidden weapon skills, and he was still defeated.
Except for Tang San, everyone else experienced some setbacks in the competition. The first competition was always smooth, for example, Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line's powerful burning attack easily defeated an opponent of the same level.
When the victory came, the more ostentatious the fat man was on the court, the more he suffered in the subsequent competitions.
When the time came to the second and third rounds, the originally smooth fighting spirit turned into a fierce battle, and even in many cases the game was dragged into garbage time. Not to mention the boos from the audience, the Seven Monsters themselves felt disgusted.
They sweated profusely on the court and tried their best, but they could never break through the opponent's defense. Those opponents always arranged targeted tactics, and the feeling of being unable to use their strength was extremely disgusting.
The seven monsters looked at each other's slightly mocking eyes, and there was an indescribable depression and unwillingness in their hearts.
Flanders outside the court was even more anxious. This was the fastest way to earn funds at present. If it continued like this, would the school really be closed? Should he beg the Spirit Hall to take in the brothers from his school?
He paced back and forth in the stands, casting worried or expectant eyes at the court from time to time. Until the last game came to an end, the seven monsters returned home one after another, and their plan to make money seemed to have come to an end.
Feeling a sense of urgency, the old owl began to understand from various channels why the fighting spirit comparison had evolved into what it is now. He was very unwilling.
Obviously, according to his own standards, these children are already very good, not to mention that they are outstanding in martial arts and skills. How could they be beaten to this extent by these previously unknown opponents?
Flanders was unwilling to give up. He believed that his students still had potential and hope. As long as he figured out what happened in the past two months, the talents of the children in the academy would surely win back the victory.
After comforting the students who were hit by failure in the temporary residence, the old owl figure sank into the darkness of the night. His information was outdated, but he could always get detailed information in the black market.
Flanders, who grew up eating hundreds of meals in the streets and alleys, knew the survival rules of the dark world of this continent best. If not, how could he, as a poor man, be promoted to Soul Douluo, a position close to the top of the pyramid of strength on the continent.
Flanders walked through the shadows of the city. He walked along the mossy stone road through the ancient alleys. The houses around him gradually changed from gorgeous marble to brick and tile structures.
In an area surrounded by rows of wooden houses near the city gate, Flanders finally stopped and walked slowly towards the restaurant with a sign of a sharp-horned rat soul beast.
Ditch Rat is a century-old restaurant. Some people say that the history here can even be compared with the history of this city. Of course, it is unknown whether there is any exaggeration, but its status as an underground intelligence exchange center is unquestionable.
The location here is unique. Soul masters and merchants coming in from outside the city, nearby leather-making and slaughtering workshops, and the flea market not far away all make this place a gathering center for people.
Flanders came here just to find out what kind of changes have taken place in this city in the past two months that he had not noticed.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door that was stained with grease and shiny black, Flanders bypassed the soul masters who were shouting loudly and enthusiastically in the restaurant, sat down in the corner by the window, and skillfully ordered a beer and a pickled dish.
The appetizer is the common braised soul beast ears. The combination of crispy bones and gelatin is the only choice for gourmets. If it is paired with fried peanuts and grilled skewers, it will be a perfect midnight snack.
The braised goods exude the fragrance of oil and herbs. The fact that the ditch rat can stand firm for a hundred years is probably inseparable from its black market status and this cooking skill.
Without delicious food, how can you survive in the long time of constant rise and fall by relying on those "side jobs"?
Flanders's set meal seems a bit special in this lively restaurant. The simple beer and the braised goods on the hidden menu for regular customers are the special service of this small shop.
After a while, a man who looks like a child in ragged clothes sat carelessly opposite Flanders. His young face was hung with an innocent smile, but his eyes were shrewd and experienced.
"Tell me, what do you want to know."
The child's voice was strangely like a big smoker in his forties, hoarse and low. His voice and his appearance formed a strong contrast, making people wonder if he had used some means to change his appearance.
Flanders took out a shiny gold soul coin from his arms and pressed it on the greasy wooden table, pushing it in front of the man opposite.
"I know the rules. The information I want to know is very simple, but I want it to be detailed, that is, the summary of the three-level blue intelligence that has occurred in this city in the past two months."
Seeing the gold soul coin, the "dwarf" opposite had his eyes lit up, and calmly pressed the gold coin with his little hand, and put the gold coin in his arms in an instant.
"Ah~, blue intelligence, level three. Your clothes don't look like those of a merchant, but rather like a bookish one. How could you be interested in the gossip that the leaders always talk about?"
The "dwarf"'s eyes rolled around, looking up and down at Flanders. Usually, only merchants or smart spies who want to use these public information to make profits would want these intelligences that are worthless but extremely troublesome to compile.
"You've crossed the line, handing over money and intelligence at the same time."
"Okay, okay, a summary of level three blue intelligence in Soto City with a span of two months."
The "dwarf" reached into his tattered pocket and took out two folded documents similar to the thickness of a power bank and pushed them to Flanders.
He said: "This is what I compiled personally, including all the major events and changes that have occurred in this city, as well as some gossip and rumors. You can rest assured that these intelligences are true and reliable, and there will be no falsehood or omissions."
Flanders received the intelligence and read it quickly without paying attention to the surrounding situation.
His eyes swept over the dense handwriting, but his heart was filled with turmoil. Flanders saw from the intelligence the earth-shaking changes that had taken place in the city in the past two months.
The content of the intelligence shocked this old owl who had experienced the customs and practices of various parts of the continent. After Qian Renxue sent troops, the Spirit Hall smoothly took over the rule of Soto City, and the nobles were all hollowed out.
The nobles originally enjoyed a life of power and wealth, but now they have become puppets and slaves of the Spirit Hall. These things that are tough on the outside but weak on the inside dare not have any resistance or dissatisfaction, and can only obey the orders of the Spirit Hall obediently, otherwise they will be cruelly punished.
And after that, there was a bloody storm within the Spirit Hall itself. People kept seeing senior personnel of the Spirit Hall being tried, and some of them even involved people at the elder level.
It turned out that there was a huge power struggle within the Spirit Hall. Some people wanted to overthrow the existing leadership and maintain the policies and systems of the Spirit Hall. Everything was due to the reforms of the Pope.
This struggle involved countless people and forces, causing a lot of bloodshed and sacrifice. In the end, the Spirit Hall quelled the turmoil with iron-blooded means, cleansed and tried all the traitors and cysts, and re-established its rule and prestige.
Flanders quickly flipped through the information and entered the second volume.
The content of the second volume is much thicker than the first volume. It is densely packed with the names of a large number of books in the form of a book index, classified into the framework of skills, body skills, body training, combat, knowledge, etc.
At the end of the information, only one thing is recorded, the Small Samsara Academy and the Spirit Hall jointly disclosed this knowledge, for free!
The Small Samsara Academy has established a huge library in the center of the city, and anyone can enter it to borrow or copy these books.
According to the caliber of the Spirit Hall, this is to improve the overall level and quality of the soul masters on the mainland, and this kind of knowledge disclosure is to promote the common progress and development of the soul masters on the mainland.