Chapter 148 Two Toy Bears

"Dear warriors, are you ready to win my favor?" Seria clasped her hands together, looking at everyone seated around with full expectation.

Chen Fan buried his head deep, not caring at all about the sheriff campaign anymore. Anyway, a single Guard card couldn't make any waves, so he might as well leave the battlefield for others to slaughter each other. All he asked for was to steal fewer glances to prolong his life.

Must admit, at least this gentle voice was still the authentic original, enough to spark a little fantasy.

"Hello, I am Seria."

"Today is another hopeful day."

Chen Fan covered his face and chuckled stealthily, then suddenly slapped himself twice, muttering to himself, "What on earth am I thinking? I almost fell for that old sow's trap. Even if I lay flat, I wouldn't reach that body type. It's truly terrifying to the extreme."

Taking another look at the players running for sheriff, good grief, exactly six of them—all odd numbers.

Number 1, the Wanderer, spoke first. As he was the player closest to Seria, his emotions had gradually calmed down after a whole day of visual impact.

"Yo, quite symmetrical then. Now, regardless of who the Bear is, the person the Bear checked must be among the dead souls in the graveyard. I hold a citizen or higher identity. Speaking first, I can't really deduce much, so I'll pass."

Number 3, the Exorcist, didn't know who was in the running yet. After glancing around, he said, "Number 1's speaking state is acceptable. I'm a plain citizen card, you guys can speak after me."

"I am the sheriff—ah bah, I was too excited and misspoke, I am the Hunter. If there's a Bear counter-claiming, pass the sheriff badge to me; I'm confident I can lead the team." Number 5, the Asura, carried the Wuji Sword on his shoulder, his feet almost propped up on the table.

The Blood Mage followed up by saying, "Number 7 is the Bear. I have a hunch I'll be roaring later. The sheriff badge must be given to me. Let's see if anyone in the latter positions dares to counter-claim against me."

"Huh? So this is how the Bear speaks..."

Chen Fan savored it carefully, feeling it didn't sound much better. After all, the Bear could only check the two adjacent sides, and taking the sheriff badge meant he couldn't even execute a Bear badge flow.

"What a coincidence, I am the real Bear." Number 9, the Brawler, said in a firm tone, "Before the moderator announces whether there was a roar or not, it's hard to make a definitive conclusion. However, inferring from Number 7's speech, either Number 6 or Number 8 must be his wolf teammate."

Not only that, the Brawler also offered a compromise, "If there is no roar later, then Number 8's identity is a 100% confirmed good guy. I don't necessarily need the sheriff badge; after all, the Bear taking the sheriff badge is useless, you guys can hand it over to Number 5, the Hunter."

"This Zhao Gongming is truly no simple character." Chen Fan instantly felt immense pressure. Number 9's speaking posture was indeed much better than Number 7's, and his vision and logic were also much clearer. If they were on the same faction, that would simply be the best.

The trouble was that Chen Fan remembered Zhao Gongming's words—"I'll take it, professional wild-claiming for thirty years."

"It's better to play it safe," Chen Fan muttered.

Number 11, the Spitfire, didn't have much to say either. He simply claimed a plain citizen identity and then cowardly withdrew from the race.

"You went through all the trouble of running for sheriff just to tell everyone you're a citizen?" Chen Fan put on a huge Black Guy Question Mark face.

"Number 5, the Asura, has been successfully elected as the strongest warrior with unanimous votes." Holding a bronze sculpture, Seria solemnly handed it over to Number 5, not forgetting to cast a flirtatious wink of encouragement before letting go.

Resting her chin in her hands like an unbloomed flower bud, Seria announced, "Last night was a safe night, the Bear did not roar."

"Number 6 speaks first." The Asura pointed his small finger, disguisedly pushing Chen Fan into the hot seat as the focal card.

Chen Fan also sensed something was wrong. Speaking in the first position, he was still very likely to be targeted by subsequent speakers as a focal card. If he didn't give a good defense speech this round, it would be very easy for others to smear him.

"Since the Bear didn't roar, Number 8, sandwiched between the two Bears, has his identity as a 100% confirmed good guy solidified."

Chen Fan hadn't decided whether he should openly claim his Guard identity. If he exposed his trump card like this, then in the wolves' eyes, the three gods would already be revealed, and the Bear would still be nothing more than a toy bear, making the game extremely difficult to play.

"A citizen or higher identity—given that I know my own good guy alignment, Number 7 looks slightly more like a good guy in my eyes. As for Number 10's identity, I'll wait and see based on their speech. Number 9 probably decided to protect Number 10, this wolf, based on positional theory. There should be at least one wolf in the running cooperating with you, and Number 11 is very likely your wolf teammate."

Chen Fan ultimately decided to hide his identity. He concluded, "Judging from the roaring situation, I temporarily lean towards Number 7. You guys, numbers 9, 10, and 11, might be a triple wolf chain. Speaking first gives me no clues. That's all, I'll pass."

Chen Fan's speech was considered passable in everyone's eyes, at least it didn't lower Number 7 the Blood Mage's standing. The next speaker continued, "In you good guys' eyes, either Number 6 and I share a team, right, or Number 9 and 10 share a team. There has to be a fake Bear covering for a wolf teammate's identity. Right now I have zero functional utility, I can only tell you this much."

"If worse comes to worst, we can only tear down the wall [lynch a random suspected player to test waters], but I feel Number 11 and Number 3's actions during the sheriff run weren't good, especially Number 11. He looks very much like a card cooperating with Number 9—claiming citizen and dropping out of the race immediately after Number 9 jumped the Bear card. I deeply suspect Number 11's identity. I haven't paid attention to who should be voted out this round, you guys better listen to the sheriff."

Ten thousand grass-mud-horses galloped through Chen Fan's heart. Tear down what wall, damn it—what if he accidentally tore down his own side and ended up hanging a Guard right at the start.

"I'm a 100% confirmed good guy, so I won't say much more, I'll just focus on watching the big show," Number 8 the Machinist brushed it off briefly.

Number 9 the Brawler had a very solid backing and seized upon Number 7's loophole to retort, "I'm very curious how you knew to roar during the sheriff run. Maybe in the later positions, you thought either me or Number 11 would turn out to be the real Bear, and right among them was your wolf partner, possibly this Number 12. Now that I haven't roared, I can only assume you wanted to cover for this Number 6 card's identity."

The Brawler analyzed further, "Number 12's identity is hard to define. Actually, Number 7's wild-claiming as the Bear had huge payoffs. He was gambling: if I were the Bear card, he could successfully hide Number 6, this werewolf card; if Number 11 were the Bear card, finding the wolf among four random cards wouldn't be an easy task."

"Even if the good guys want to tear down the wall, I recommend tearing down Number 6. Number 11's speaking state looks like a coasting plain citizen. If Number 10 is torn down, I won't roar either. That's all, passing speech."

"You can't tear me down, because I am the Guard card." Number 10 the Nen Master openly claimed the Guard identity here. "Although Number 6 is already a definite wolf in my eyes, Number 5 is the Hunter. Voting out Number 6 still won't verify whether Number 7 is a real or fake Bear."

Changing his tone, Number 10 added, "However, if we can't find anyone else on the outside to vote out, Number 6 is indeed a card that can be voted out. Because Number 8 is a confirmed good guy, and I am the Guard card, if Number 7 is the real Bear, there's no need to do something with zero payoff. Your suspicion, Number 6, is extremely high, voting you out is much safer."

Oh, the regret in Chen Fan's heart! He was just struggling during his speech over whether or not he should wear the Guard's clothes, but now the wolves had gone ahead and put them on him to beat him to death. Judging by this momentum, there was an eighty percent chance he was going to be pushed to the gallows as a scapegoat.

"Number 11 is just a blank slate plain citizen. Since someone here has claimed Guard, then Number 6's identity is in doubt. I think he can be voted out too." Number 11 the Spitfire still gave a coasting speech.

It was Number 12 the Paladin's turn. He calmly displayed the cross pendant around his neck and said, "Hold steady, let me, the Witch, lead the team."