Reborn NPC: I'm really not the protagonist!

Xiaoyu was angry, this time she was really angry...

Even before, even though Hill was always hanging out with Alice, she had never shown such dissatisfaction.

However, after Simon, who had the same attribute points as her, came, Xiaoyu became very unhappy and even threatened to run away from home with Mr. Cat.

But in the end, after Hill patted his head, he chose not to pursue the matter.

The four of them quickly passed through the long and narrow passage and walked towards the light that could not be seen clearly ahead.

Although the Free Arena is incredibly large, the method of entering the main venue is still relatively primitive rather than relying on a portal. In Hill's words, this way, it has a greater sense of ceremony.

The roaring cheers gradually became clearer, and then slowly became so loud that even my own breathing and footsteps could not be heard.

"Come out, come out!"

"Ahhh! Lord Hill!"

As the home team, Hill naturally received countless cheers, a full 100,000 spectators, and a very modern projection crystal, which projected Hill's expressionless face onto the crystal.

At the seats specially prepared for the leaders, Fina, Alice and the others were watching quietly.

"Come on, come on, don't embarrass me!"

Although he knew that no one on the field could hear him, Simon still waved his arms excitedly, jumped and danced, and seemed to really enjoy this scene.

York on the side was much quieter. He just stood there quietly and watched everything.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a hand was placed on Simon's head, and the Rose Swordsman smiled and lowered his head:

"It seems like you and the Godspeaker are getting along well."

"No way!" Simon turned around with his teeth bared, snorted coldly, then thought of something and pointed at Alice: "She always ignores me! She's always hanging out with that priest!"

"........."

Alice was stunned, her pretty face couldn't help but blush, and she looked away sadly.

"Ah~ Lord Hill!"

"Come on, Master Hill!"

However, looking around, women in the city were everywhere looking at Hill's handsome face in the crystal and screaming excitedly.

So welcome...

Alice couldn't help but hold on to the railing, and the idea in her mind was strengthened again, just waiting for the Knight Conference to end...

...........

"Mr. Hill, seeing is believing. It is an honor for my sister and I to meet you."

At this moment on the field, all teams had finished showing their images one by one, and were now gathered together, greeting each other in a friendly manner.

"....Oh...."

Looking at the man who extended his hand elegantly, Hill was silent for a moment, then he smiled, also extended his hand, and said meaningfully: "If the battle site later can be spared because of your honor, then I will also be deeply honored..."

The meaning of her words was very clear: if they were planning to kill her, then there was no need to say these things.

As expected, the man was visibly stunned when these words came out, as if he was trying to guess the meaning of Hill's words, or perhaps he didn't expect that Hill already knew their true purpose. After a moment of indifference, he could only laugh awkwardly: "Just kidding, it would be the greatest disrespect if I don't fight you with all my strength."

"Including the cost of life?" Hill's expression did not change. He raised his eyes slightly, and a warning and solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"........."

The man was stunned again. After a long while, he smiled, shook his head, and looked at Hill: "You are really interesting... Of course, the challenger must be prepared to die... What about you?"

"I don't want to die." Hill's capable response came the next moment, making the man dazed.

Does it mean you will never lose?

"You still have time to quit now," he narrowed his eyes slightly, but suddenly grinned again: "You know, maybe after today, we can find a pub and have a few drinks."

"........."

"I have already warned you."

Hill was silent for a while, glanced deeply at the man and the people behind him, left the last sentence, and walked towards another team.

Anyway, she has brought it to the point. If you insist on intervening in the "battle for survival" of the Freedom Shield, then you must be prepared to be destroyed by them...

There was a huge monster in the Duke's team, which caused many people to cheer, but it did not violate the rules.

However, there was naturally no need for Hill to greet this guy, so he simply skipped the Duke's team and came to the King's team.

Each team was composed of four people. At this time, in the team led by the king, three young and strong men were standing together, chatting about something.

Seeing Hill approaching, the three of them all looked over, some excited, some nervous, and some defiant, as if they had already said the trash talk they were going to say in their minds.

"Are you Hill? You have a pretty face... But be careful not to get scratched~"

As soon as he arrived in front of the three people, the man who looked the most domineering among them couldn't wait to step forward and stared at Hill with arrogance on his face.

Hill doesn't care about it. After all, trash talk before the game is a traditional activity that cannot be abandoned. On the one hand, it can suppress opponents and boost morale. On the other hand, if you lose, it's just embarrassing, but if you win, it becomes a heroic act.

But these three people...

She squinted her eyes and looked at them. The armors of the three people were polished very smoothly and brightly, which looked very beautiful. The lining material looked soft and expensive. Even the hilts were ingeniously carved, and there were different emblems printed on their chests...

It seems that he is a traditional noble of the kingdom... a descendant of a noble family...

Hill frowned slightly. This was not a good sign.

These three weren't even on her focus list, and they were all swordsmen... You have to know that this competition involves team battles. Even without team battles, different schools have mutual restraint chains. Even the prince's side has four people of different professions to facilitate coordination.

This means...these three nobles are only here to "gild themselves", and the King must have 200% confidence in the remaining one!

Who will it be...

Countless faces flashed through Hill's mind, but when he looked around, he couldn't find a single person.

"Gulan, is that too much?"

"Yes, yes, you see, no one is talking anymore..."

On the opposite side, beside the noble who had just spoken provocatively, two companions had already begun to quietly approach him and communicate in a low voice.

"........."

The noble who spoke was speechless for a while, and was a little undecided at this time. In order to appear brave in front of his two companions, he took the initiative to take over the banner of making harsh remarks, but he never expected that it would turn out like this.

Shouldn't we talk to each other now?

However, he was somewhat dissatisfied with being ignored, so he suddenly glared at Hill and walked straight to him, saying jokingly:

"...Hey, are you scared silly? If you're scared, go back to your mom!"

"....What about the other person among you?" Hill turned his head without answering. He stared at the man silently with his eyes raised.

"Uh, well..." The noble was stunned, but then sneered: "She? She is just like you, she is so scared that she went home to find her mother~"

"sieve--!!"

"call--!!"

Just as he finished speaking, a sound of breaking air in the sky attracted everyone's attention.

I saw a figure flying across the sky like an arrow, crashing down towards the center of the venue, and the air waves it stirred up were even enough to form a strong wind.

"boom!!!"

"Boom!"

The next moment, the figure fell to the ground, and the dust it raised obscured the view, causing the audience to either scream in surprise or open their eyes wide.

A moment of silence...

After a long time, the dust gradually dissipated, and in the crystal of the entire arena, there was only Hill's slightly narrowed eyes and a streak of elegant and conspicuous gold in his pupils.