They don't want me to try anymore.

Even knowing that everything before him was a painting, Richard, a well-behaved child who never randomly killed NPCs in his past life's games, still observed a moment of silence for two seconds before saying:

"That traitor who lured the orcs into the city stole your king's keys and went to search for the treasure vault..."

After he briefly described his predictions about William's actions, the dwarves were indeed excited.

Richard added, "I intend to help you stop those three, but I need more information..."

“We don’t know exactly where the treasure vault is… but two of the three are still in the city, resting in the king’s bedroom.”

So you're saying they really did split up and act separately?

This is enough.

After successfully obtaining the intelligence, Richard planned to sneak back to the main city.

Having learned of the "traitor's" plot, the dwarves, roused to their feet, decided to make one last sacrifice and follow Richard.

They entered the tunnel and made their way back...

Outside, the audience was buzzing with discussion.

At this point, everyone felt that the outcome was already quite clear.

"Lord William is destined to win!"

"If Miss Catherine and Miss Sophia were still able to fight, we could give it a shot. But with only one Silver Rank 1 left, what good can he do?"

"It's just a desperate struggle, like a fish jumping around in a frying pan; at most, it can only flip itself over."

"I see someone over there has already prepared a flag to celebrate Lord William's victory!"

"I was thinking, could we ask Lord William to endorse our company's medicines as well? That would definitely make them sell like hotcakes..."

"Wait a minute, don't you guys produce... that kind of medicine? Heh, you're dreaming."

"Don't look down on me, my medicine is very good, even earthworms that eat it can be used as nails!"

Besides bickering, there were even cases of couples fighting, with the wife saying something like, "It's all your fault for betting everything on Catherine! Now we've lost all the money we had to buy a new watch!"

Although the husband didn't retaliate, he still muttered aggrievedly in a low voice, "Isn't it normal for a man to support Yukiko-sama...?"

Yes, and then his wife hit him even harder.

Leaving aside the excitement outside.

In the painting, Richard finally returns to the city.

He used the Spectral Thorn to clear a path, killing several orcs who were fighting over the dwarves' property. He also learned from the dwarves he had rescued that William had indeed left the city alone and never returned.

Consistent with intelligence!

Richard took a deep breath, preparing to act.

Meanwhile, in the main bedroom in the city, Aaron swallowed the mutton in his mouth, took a sip of red wine, and lay leisurely on the bed—as a fellow wounded soldier, his rest conditions were much better than Sophia's.

However, the sounds of burning and killing outside made him frown.

To be honest, he preferred dwarves to orcs.

It doesn't matter anyway, since they're all just illusions made of paint. As long as we win the game, it doesn't matter who we ally with.

The strong take everything; he likes that feeling.

only……

Aaron clenched his right hand slightly and narrowed his eyes.

The game is definitely going to be won, but to be injured like this by a bronze-level player is a huge disgrace!

This isn't over yet. What will happen after we get out...? Hmm?

Is someone knocking on the door?

boom! !

"FBI open the door!"

The door panel was suddenly blown away and hit Aaron in the face. He heard the pain of his broken nose and roared in anger. He tried to grab his shield and musket, but it was too late.

In the blink of an eye, he heard that voice he utterly loathed:

"Aaron Orant, surprise!"

"Richard..."

Richard showed no mercy or hesitation. After blasting open the door with a fireball, he drew his Ghostlight Sword and thrust it forward!

Luvia's careful selection came in handy at this moment.

Even though Aaron was still wearing soft armor, the Ghostly Spikes still pierced through his defenses like a hot knife through butter, going straight through him.

Then Richard deliberately twisted and licked the foam... no, I mean, he flicked it upwards a few times.

"You...uh..."

With a contorted expression as if he had eaten a whole plate of stir-fried potatoes with ginger, Aaron breathed his last.

Richard withdrew his sword, feeling somewhat invigorated, but he did not relax.

Using the dwarves' secret tunnels, it wasn't too difficult to kill a heavily wounded shield guard by surprise.

The difficulty is...

Crackling!

Accompanied by a burst of thunder, the griffin rider appeared on the horizon.

"Haha, Your Highness, I knew you would come to me first!"

At the same moment, a line of large characters appeared in the sky above the entire painting.

[William has won the trophy, and the countdown to the competition begins...]

Chapter 100, the equation for victory, has been written!

Along with the text in the sky, Richard saw a semi-transparent arrow with a distance marked next to it.

He knew that the organizers were indicating William's location.

The latter has already received the trophy, and in another hour, they will be declared the winner...

Unfortunately, Richard doesn't have the time to stop it now.

after all……

Dang Dang!

"Ah! Your Highness, could you push harder?!"

...He also has a sunny and cheerful young man to deal with.

"That's still not enough. You need to hit harder! Hard enough to tear someone's skin and flesh!"

After parrying Damon's warhammer again, Richard felt a slight numbness in his arm.

Want to be even more ruthless?

You're like someone eating sunflower seeds in the toilet—how can you even open your mouth like that!

Although Richard was confident that he was the most skilled melee fighter among summoners of his rank thanks to Luvia's day and night training, he knew very well that compared to true melee professionals...

There's still a difference of a few hundred million.

So only a genius would compete with you in strength!

Before Damon could launch his next attack, he cast an oil spell on the soles of his feet, quickly gliding out the window and resummoning Big Black.

With a roar, the dragon hoisted Richard onto its back.

Damon followed suit, smashing through the wall, mounting the griffin, and using his superior agility, smashed the dragon's tail with his hammer before it could shake off.

In an instant, the sound of metal and stone echoed in the air.

His big, dark eyes opened slightly, a hint of anger in them, but he wasn't injured.

"This is a bit too hard..."

Damon looked at the dragon scales that shimmered with the luster of gemstones and exclaimed in surprise.

He knew the purple-eyed black dragon had good defense, but he was also confident in the quality of his warhammer. Therefore, he used eight-tenths of his strength in that attack, aiming to cause damage.

No idea...

call!

Before he could even think, the dragon's flames surged forth. Damon abandoned his thoughts and immediately maneuvered his griffin to dodge.

"Well done, you should be promoted!"

Richard patted Big Black and then jumped onto the dragonfly next to him.

He knew that after the dragon evolved in Nion, its defense and magic resistance had greatly improved. He would only be a burden to the dragon if he were on its back, so it was better to let it run wild.

As for himself, he can just stay on the sidelines and be an archer along with the dragonflies and fireflies!

Soon, Big Black turned and pounced on the griffin. With its larger size, it beat the beast from the Highland Legion into a headless fly. It seemed that because it had been beaten by a certain sword saint for a long time, it finally encountered a weak opponent and became happier as it fought.