Chapter 2203: Trace to Shaying (41)

Chapter 2203 is traced to Shaying (41)
About forty-five minutes ago, the underground arena of the Cairo Grand Casino, the lounge of the Suffolk Sphinx.
"What? Interview?" Albert just put on his trousers and asked a little unhappy: "What the is the interview?"
"I heard that it is a special correspondent from the Diablo American Football Association. I came to interview you." Siloma replied: "After all, you are the most promising player in the Super Bowl (mvp). And your recent moves are particularly eye-catching, and it’s normal to get the attention of the media."
"Oh..." Although Hiloma has been bragging about him, the tiger-man youth is still a little unhappy.
"Don't want to be interviewed? Then forget it, this is not a big deal. I will try to help you send the reporter." Hilo.
"No," Elbert inexplicably didn't want to owe the Hilomar. Although he was reluctant, he promised: "Let him come. Not a reporter, I can handle it well."
"I hope you can handle it well." Hilomar said with a sarcasm: "Isn't it possible to reveal the secrets of the team?" But you don't know the team. What secrets are there, screaming."
Nasty guy.
"That," Mutter was waiting for Albert's chest protector, and was a little impatient at this time: "If you don't plan to put on your shirt, is this protective gear worn by yourself?"
"Oh, sorry." The tiger put on his shirt casually and put on the protective gear with the help of a cat boy.
"So," Mutter and other players evacuated from the locker room: "I'm not very good at dealing with those reporters... you cheer yourself!"
Then the Sphinx team all escaped.
"Amount..." Albert's forehead blew a drop of sweat.
"Is Mr. Albert?" It was like a pre-appointment. The Sphinxs had just withdrawn their light. Someone outside the locker room pushed in and asked, "I said good before. The reporter who came over to interview. Are you ready to be interviewed?"
"Hmm, let's get started." The tiger youth looked at the reporter. That person is quite old, even for humans. The old human reporter had a beard and a white hair, and he said that he should be 60 years old. Despite this, the old reporter looked like a spirited, blue-eyed eyes radiating the brilliance of youthful energy, and even his neatly trimmed goatee was full of coolness. The old man of such a spirit is very rare among human beings. It is even more rare for such a spiritual old man to still work as a journalist. It seems that he is very passionate about his work, so he has been insisting that he will not retire at this age.
"I am named William Wallace, a special correspondent of the [European Football News]." The old reporter pushed his heavy black-rimmed glasses and introduced himself calmly: "You are willing to accept my interview. my honor."
"Europe..." Albert frowned. Why is it not a journalist on the African side, why is it Europe? But he suddenly remembered that this Super Bowl event also has several teams from Europe. Since the participating teams are not alone in Africa, the Super Bowl is recognized as widely accepted by various countries in Europe and Africa. The American football game of interest is better. The biggest sponsor of this event seems to be the richest man in Europe. What is the name?
"So, long story short, please allow me to ask a few simple questions." Wallace picked up the recorder and started the interview:
"First of all, as a rare figure in the Diablo American football game, forcing the Football Association to change the rules of the legend, I want to know what you think about it now?"
"Change the rules...?" Albert was asked a blank face.
"You see, that is, what is it called? Partition?" Wallace looked at the notes and reminded: "No player has ever been able to make such a special move in history. You are the first in history." The controversy over the matter at the association is fierce. Some people even think that your [dividing] is a cheating method and it is recommended that you stop the game."
"I have never heard of this..." Albert was even more awkward: "I just found myself using this trick. And I just use it and use it for granted."
"Yes. I think so. People's talents are different. Just because they are different, they create the difference between people, race and race. What can be used, what is good to use, can be used The advantage of one's own strength to win is the power of the person. Therefore, even if [the avatar] seems to be close to [cheating], the game is still [you], just [you] one, and the giant family. Take advantage of your excellent size to win, the elves use their amazing agility to gain an advantage. If you think carefully, the Football Association has no reason to cancel your qualifications, otherwise they will allow other talented races to compete, from the very beginning. I can't stand it."
Elber features nodding.
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"However, I also heard that your [divided surgery] is not as versatile as it seems? There seems to be a lot of shortcomings?" The old reporter asked: "Can you share with us?"
"Well..." Albert thought for a moment: "Well, it's fine to tell you. You're right, it's true that the split is really not a panacea. Although the principle is not very clear, but the so-called [ The avatar] is actually a continuous projection of my existence (Kama) in the same world and in the same time and space. The projection needs to consume physical strength, the more the avatars, the more physical energy I consume, and the avatar I receive. Damage, after these avatars are lifted, will be fully fed back to my body."
"That is to say, every damage to the avatar will be superimposed on your body. The more damage you get, the more damage you will eventually suffer."
"Yes."
"If the damage to each avatar is superimposed, will your body be fatally wounded?"
"Then, I will die." Albert was faint.
"...I understand." Wallace recorded a few lines in his notebook. "So, the split is really a very risky technology. With huge risks, its return is indeed It is very high."
"...you have other questions to ask?" Albert stood up from the bench. "I am going to participate in the competition soon. Please make a long story."
"Okay, ask another question, just one." Old reporter Wallace subconsciously pushed his black-rimmed glasses: "I want to ask you about the widespread, unrestrained violence in the current Diablo American football. Behavior, what do you think?"
"Violence...?" Albert frowned. "What exactly is it?"
"It is often said that American football is originally a fighting sport. It is called playing, but actually the two teams use force to face each other." Wallace blinked, "Dark American football, even more violent." The fighting movement has been sublimated to the extreme. Due to the relaxation of the rules of the game, not only the races other than humans are allowed to participate in this kind of violent aesthetic football, but also many problems have arisen, so that the players who participated in the competition no longer In the spirit of sports, they are no longer aiming at grabbing the ball from the opponent in the course of the game. Instead, they are hurting the opponent as a premise and playing for the purpose of hurting the opponent. I would like to ask you about this increasingly bad game. What is your opinion?"
"Even if you ask me like this..."
"No matter what you think, please speak up." The old reporter asked: "I have seen your game. You are one of the few in the dark American football world. You can’t use it for victory. The person who wins. The reason why I ask you this question is precisely because your noble style is in stark contrast with the current squalor that breeds in the dark American football world. This character is worthy of admiration. ""
Albert thought for a moment: "The prize is over. I just concentrate on playing, I never thought so much."
"Lords who play with one heart and one heart have won those who are unscrupulous in their quest for victory. I think this is something that is worthy of admiration." Wallace continued: "The rules of being over-relaxed really make many people have room to drill." It is also because some people can go to drill because there are empty holes. Compared with this, people who can hold their own bottom line and use real technology to win are more respectable, aren't they?"
"I don't have the greatness that you said." Albert said seriously: "I just made an appointment with someone to help their team win the Super Bowl. Because it is an appointment, so It is only necessary to win in a down-to-earth manner. I always feel that... if it is to win by cheating, even if the guy wins the Super Bowl, the agreement will become meaningless."
"It turns out." The old reporter smiled indifferently: "The person who has made such an agreement with you is as pure as you are, isn't it? Shouldn't that person be Mr. Sphinx?"
"No." Albert immediately denied it.
"I understand." Wallace put away his voice recorder: "Thank you for your time. I have no question to ask."
I asked two questions. The interview was unexpectedly short. Albert thought. Although he never knows how much he has been set by the other party.
"So, I wish you a great victory in today's game. Come on." The reporter took a gift and then left quickly.
"Hey..." Albert also snorted and walked out of the locker room to join his team.
At the end of the corridor of the underground arena, a group of people are looking for something everywhere.
"You are looking for me?" The old reporter just saw the group of people wearing suits and said, "I don't have to look like that, I will appear."
"Croof!" one of the group of people exclaimed: "Where are you going, we can be worried about death! If you are lost, we can't go to the football association." The big men confessed!"