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Chapter 306 Are heretics really this boring?

Currently, the Protoss network is underdeveloped, and messages are transmitted entirely via text.

Otherwise, the scene of the Sorcerer League at this moment would surely have spread throughout the entire Starfall Continent.

Whether it's an individual competition or a team competition, during simultaneous events, only a few competition venues have people scattered around; most are empty.

Those who were waiting for another opponent to arrive were in a better position; some matches even had only one referee on the field, with both sides absent.

This absurd situation left everyone—the judges, the audience, and even the newspaper commentators—completely bewildered.

Ross commented on this, saying, "It's still too amateurish."

Celia and the others were standing on the stage, staring at the referee, waiting for the other team to arrive.

Time was quickly approaching the point where being late would result in a loss, but no referee made a ruling.

It's not a big deal if one team doesn't show up and is declared the loser.

But since no one came, isn't it a joke to rule against them?
The referees all looked toward the committee.

The committee was already in a state of utter chaos.

"Where are the people we sent? Why haven't we heard from them yet?"

"What? There's no news from anyone who went there?"

"Quickly, ask the chairman to investigate the situation!"

"..."

Various messages circulated within the committee, causing great anxiety and panic among countless people present.

There's no news of anyone from the past; that sounds terrifying.

The League Committee Chairman, Adrian, had a somber expression as he walked through the hotel where one of the Imperial contestants was staying.

A fifth-tier mage inside greeted them, "So it's President Adrian. The security in your Northern Alliance is truly appalling. Apart from me, all of us contestants have been given a sedative. I wonder if President Adrian has anything to say?"

Adrian looked at the other person and said grimly, "Take me to see him, thank you."

The fifth-tier mage shrugged and turned to walk inside.

Adrian followed.

The fifth-tier mage pointed to the purple liquid on the ground in front of a room: "See that? Last night, I wonder which 'friend' graced us with their presence and brought us sweet dreams."

Adrian said in a deep voice, "I will investigate this matter. Now, I ask for your help to awaken these athletes."

The fifth-tier mage said, "I haven't found a good way to wake them up. The only way is to collect this unknown potion and avoid its continued effects. Maybe then they will wake up."

Adrian looked at the other person, thought for a moment, and ultimately didn't utter a curse.

He said calmly, "Other sorcerers can't get in anymore. I would appreciate it if you could help me collect all these potions and wake up the contestants as soon as possible so they can return to the competition. This is what you and I care about most."

The fifth-tier mage snorted coldly and did not refute.

If we look at it closely, he also bears some responsibility. After all, he was in charge of keeping an eye on these contestants, and they caused trouble right under his nose, which he only discovered the next day.

Fortunately, he started by attacking Adrian first, otherwise he felt he would definitely lose face.

After collecting all the potions from the entire building, they quickly noticed that the fourth-level instructor was the first to regain consciousness, followed by all the contestants.

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll leave the rest to you all. I won't bother you any longer. Get back on the field as soon as possible. The situation is special today, and the league committee is willing to give you a little extra time."

The fifth-tier mage chuckled coldly.

If you're so capable, then just declare them the losers.

Of course, he only thought this to himself. Although he was dissatisfied with the league committee, he still had to give them some face. Otherwise, if they really did that, he couldn't do anything to them.

...Adrian traveled to several regions,

Finally arriving at the area where the Ishtar Empire was located, he was slightly taken aback to find it deserted. Without having time to think further, he immediately rushed back to the arena.

After arriving at the venue, he stood in the center of the committee's position, and his voice resounded throughout the venue: "The competition has encountered some problems. We have found out that there was an accident when we told everyone the competition time yesterday, which caused many participating teams to receive the wrong competition time. We have already expelled the temporary members involved."

"Please rest assured, this was purely an accident. We are not so heartless as to immediately award a loss to everyone. We will give them time to return and will postpone the match by one hour to reflect the warmth and friendship of the league..."

It's impossible to declare a loss.

Otherwise it will explode.

Before long, a large number of people rushed in from outside the arena; they were all contestants who had learned about the 'wrong competition time' from Adrian.

It seemed as if this was just a mistake by a temporary worker; after the authorities issued an explanation and investigation documents, nothing more was done.

The match, which had been delayed for almost an hour, finally began.

But doubts remained in Adrian's mind.

What exactly is that medicine?
Who exactly administered the drug?
Why were only the Ishtar participants unharmed?

Regardless of Adrian's thoughts, the outcome was ultimately linked to the Ishtar Empire.

But it was match time, so Adrian had to suppress his doubts.

If there's anything, ask them in person after the match.

All the clues pointed to the Ishtar Empire, but the leads were too easy for Adrian to accept.

If it really was the Ishtar Empire that did it, why would they do it so brazenly?

Such a large number of people "sleeping in" doesn't help the athletes in Ishtar, since this kind of event postpones the competition.

Therefore, it's highly unlikely that it was done by the Ishtar Empire. If the other party was after the trophy, they would at most have secretly drugged the seeded team's competitors, which would be a more normal scenario.

Now, this unfolds...

Two words popped into Adrian's mind—

paganism.

"Such blatant trouble-making can only be the work of heretics. There's only one possibility: Ishtar wants to..."

Even Adrian, a fifth-tier mage, shuddered at the thought of that situation.

"They're still worshipping those worthless gods, and with the Holy Court and the Royal Family constantly embroiled in internal strife, how could they possibly have the resources to wage war?"

Unless Ishtar wanted to continue splitting into six empires, Adrian couldn't see any reason why they would do so.

As for heretics, they don't need a reason; they do what they want.

But this simple act of letting everyone sleep an extra hour...

What kind of heresy would be so boring?
As he watched the game, Adrian pondered the bizarre incident.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind: "Let the league handle it. What business is it of mine, a league committee member, to concern myself with heretics?"

He shook his head, sent the message to the Alliance Center, and then stopped paying attention to the matter.

"Perhaps it's just a prank by some legendary sorcerer."

He comforted himself in his heart.

What he didn't know was that this was just the beginning.

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(End of this chapter)