Allen felt a little embarrassed and wanted to go through it vaguely.

"How can this work? We have all honestly stated our scores. You are the only one who plays mysticism, what do you think."

Renard looked at Allen with a smile, rubbed his hands, as if he was about to do it himself.

"Okay, okay, just don't get hit."

Hearing this, the smile on Renard's face was also stagnant, "Will it not?"

"Yes, it's just what you thought, 50 points."

Allen spread his hands and said casually.

Then, he walked forward as if nothing had happened.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, the steps are calm and the plain is beyond words.

"Good guy, you're so awesome!"

Renard quickly walked to Allen, put his shoulder on his shoulder, and exclaimed in a low voice.

Ms. Kelly and Mr. Derria behind her were also amazed and showed a feeling of relief that my family had just grown up.

"This is not the case. Judging from my ranking, there were at least 60 contestants who won all the games this morning, and even more."

"Even if this record is a bit good, it's not so exaggerated, right?"

Allen looked at Renard in confusion, not understanding the other party's excitement at all.

As he said, at least 60 50-minute morning winners, Allen was among them, which was really inconspicuous.

"You are just too strong, so you have no practical concept of your own record."

"Look at me with your ears."

Allen reached out and made a gesture to perform.

"I won't say it from a big point. Do you know how many 50 minutes we have posted this morning in the Dawn Empire?"

Allen shook his head.

“2.”

Renard looked around and then said with a smile on his face as if he was an underground party joint.

"So little?"

Allen was a little surprised. The number was indeed a little beyond his expectations.

To be honest, even though there are not many people coming to the Dawn Empire, in his opinion, there are not only two guys with 50 points.

Judging from what he had perceived before, there were at least 10, with such potential.

But now, even if he is counted, this number is far from what he perceives.

This made him wonder what was going on in the middle.

"Not right? The first half has just ended. How do you know so much?"

After being surprised, Allen also found a blind spot and asked Renard.

"Nonsense, the group is already full of noise, you, the guy who blocked the group chat, don't know."

Hearing Allen's question, Renard replied angrily and patted Allen on the shoulder.

"Okay, that's really my problem."

Alan didn't feel embarrassed, and directly said that it was his own fault.

But after hearing Allen's words, Renard did not seem very happy.

Because he knew very well what kind of person Alan was.

For the other party, meaningless communication is negligible.

He only cares about the people most important to him, those groups, and a large group of people who are not very familiar with him. He is just diving for thousands of years.

It is precisely because of this that Reinard often takes the initiative to convey messages to Allen.

"This number is really small!"

Naturally, he turned over the previous article and Allen sighed.

"Yes, I think so."

"It's also unlucky enough. Several guys have encountered monster players who can see the potential of the finals even at the beginning of the game. So, they are honored to lose and become the stepping stone for the opponent."

"Even, there are two unlucky guys who are still lying in a hospital run by the organizer and cannot be discharged."

"I guess they will also be reimbursed for the afternoon game."

Renard sighed, seemingly regretting those people.

"That's really a serious injury."

Allen thought about it and had a rough guess about the injuries of the two.

It takes so long to serve the Silver-level recovery and the hospital medical ability of the priest, necromancer, druid and other related professions. This only means that the injuries these two guys are definitely not simple.

From this inference, we can know what kind of malicious intentions their opponents are carrying.

After all, if the contestants who have such ability and cause such serious injuries really want to stop.

But in the end, the other party chose to take a heavy move.

Thinking of this, a sharp edge suddenly appeared in Allen's eyes, and murderous aura was everywhere.

"I'll send me the information of the two guys living in the hospital later, and I'll refer to it."

Allen gave Renard serious advice.

"Okay, no problem, I'll send you after dinner."

Renard shrugged, and directly agreed without any pressure.

Although Allen didn't say anything, he already understood the other party's plan.

But even so, he had no intention of dissuading him.

It is natural to pay for tooth, to pay for eyes, and to pay for debts.

Since Caesar didn't say anything, it means that such a degree of "friction" is acceptable.
Chapter completed!