"Kill him! Kill him! "
Frenzied shouts could be heard from outside the iron cage.
* Bang!
Bang! * A bloody hand pressed against the iron cage, and a bloody face crawled out. One of the eyes on the face was bigger than the other, and the other was bruised. He could see the faces of dozens of frenzied Magi outside the cage.
"Kill him! Kill him! You piece of trash. " — Their faces were filled with disappointment, anxiety, and fanaticism. They wished they could rush into the cage and fight in their place, to face that terrifying man.
* Rip! *
Another hand covered in blood and sweat reached out and tore his head off from the iron cage. Then, a heavy blow landed on his chin.
He took a step back, and the intense tremors made him dizzy.
In his hazy state, he saw his opponent.
It was a muscular young man wearing a horned mask. He stood on his tiptoes and leaped on the ground, circling around him. He was tall, and there was a green snake tattooed on his arm. Every strand of his muscles looked like they were made of steel, and they were covered in blood and sweat.
Behind him, there was also a group of frenzied gamblers. They were spitting saliva, waving the tickets in their hands, and lying on the iron cage.
"Harder!"
"Don't stop!"
"Kill him, he's just one breath away!"
A Magus even raised the gold coin in his hand, "Do you see this gold coin, brave warrior? As long as you kill him, this gold coin is yours!"
The gray-haired young man moved. He tapped his foot, and his palm was covered in flames.
Instinctively, Fernando raised his finger and shouted hoarsely, "Obstacles!"
Transparent crystalline bodies appeared in front of him, blocking his opponent's storm-like attacks.
The obstruction spell came into effect. With trembling fingers, he took out a small glass ball from his trouser pocket and placed it by his mouth. He chanted an incantation, and a dark cloud rose from the glass ball. The dark cloud crackled with lightning.
The man sitting on the cage shouted, "It's here, Magus Fernando's ultimate skill, Glass Thunder Cloud, at the turn of the battle! If the thundercloud succeeds, Silby might still have a chance to lose … "
* Boom! *
* Crash! *
The barbed wire fence shook violently.
Fernando, who was chanting an incantation, was once again pressed heavily against the barbed wire. The moment he collided with the barbed wire, the barbed wire turned into wood and knocked him unconscious.
"What a terrifying fellow …"
That was the last thought that flashed through his mind before Ferdinando completely lost consciousness. The glass orb fell to the ground.
The man in the cage roared again, "Polymorph, Polymorph and Confusion Spell. Silby fooled Ferdinand. Damn it, he defeated Ferdinand!"
The top of the cage was suddenly opened and a man jumped in. He was dressed in gold and silver and swayed his hips. He strode to the side of the boy in the middle of the cage and grabbed his arm.
"Winner, Miracle Child Silby!"
He raised the young man's arm and cheered enthusiastically, "Thirty consecutive victories, it's simply a miracle, a miracle that can't be any more miraculous. If you ask me, how many people who didn't believe in heresy lost their underwear today?"
"Whoa!"
A small group of sorcerers sighed at the sky.
She either rubbed her head or slapped herself in the face. She was extremely vexed.
Even more sorcerers who were watching the scene raised their hands and cheered.
These were the sorcerers who had bet on Silby. They hugged each other and swarmed to the banker's table.
The colosseum owner let go of Silby's arm and calmly walked out of the cage. He stretched his muscles and wiped the blood off the tip of his nose.
It had been two months since he met the Queen of Pandora in the library. In these two months, Silby would sneak out from Slytherin's side every night to participate in sorcerer duels in the underground rat tunnel of Pandora City. He wanted to hone his magic skills through actual combat. If he remembered correctly, this was already his one hundred and second duel.
The slightly fat Theodore squeezed out of the crowd and handed him a towel that had been dried.
"What time is it?" Silby asked loudly while wiping his sweat.
"It's almost dawn," Theodore whispered into Silby's ear, "Master Slytherin is about to wake up."
"Get ready to collect today's money and leave immediately," Silby said.
Theodore did as he was told and went to collect Silby's appearance fee.
On the other side, the colosseum's banker gathered the gold coins on the table and said impatiently, "Alright, alright. Today's duel ends here. If you want to watch, then come back tomorrow."
The crowd who had benefited from the duel slowly walked past Silby. They looked at him as if he was a chicken that could lay golden eggs. Their gazes were filled with love and expectation.
Silby was unmoved. He didn't even need to smile. He still remembered the time when he first came to the rat tunnel. Due to his lack of proficiency in magic and the limited number of spells he could cast, he was beaten black and blue. He couldn't even stand up the next day. Back then, the people who gambled in the colosseum looked at him as if he was some kind of plague.
The duel ended in the middle of the night. Theodore received his appearance fee. Silby put on his clothes and prepared to leave the colosseum.
But at this moment, the colosseum's owner called out to him.
"Silby!"
Silby turned around and saw the somewhat effeminate owner twisting his butt from behind the iron cage. "Aiya, my good Silby. How many times do I have to tell you? You have to go easy on me sometimes."
The owner put his hands on his hips and said with a bitter smile, "If this goes on, everyone will bet on your treasure and no one will bet on the loser. We won't be able to earn anything."
The seductive owner walked to Silby's side and skillfully stuffed a bag of gold coins into Silby's arms. He patted his face and said, "Good lad. You'll deliberately lose a few rounds tomorrow. How about it? Just say that you're not in good condition."
Silby looked at the bag of gold coins and shook his head. He pushed the bag of gold coins back into the owner's hands and walked out. Theodore anxiously looked at the bag of gold coins and followed behind Silby.
The owner was unwilling to give up. He quickly caught up with Silby and said, "How about this? If you can deliberately lose a few rounds, I'll change the fifty-fifty split to thirty-seventy. You take seventy percent and I take thirty percent. How about it?"
Silby's body was sore and he was in a hurry to go back and rest. He didn't have the time to talk nonsense with this shrewd guy. He immediately pushed him away and said, "Enough. I didn't come here for the money. If you want to earn more, find me some powerful opponents."
Then, he swaggered off.
The somewhat effeminate colosseum owner grabbed the bag of gold coins and stood behind him, looking at him. His chest was violently heaving up and down, and his face was so gloomy that it looked like it was about to drip water.
Silby walked on the road. Although this wasn't the first time the colosseum owner had mentioned this matter to him. But he never took it to heart from the beginning to the end.
His goal was only to improve his magic power and combat skills through actual combat. As for how much money he could earn, he didn't particularly care. Or rather, he didn't care as much about improving his strength. If possible, he hoped that every opponent would be able to compete with him with their true strength. That way, he would be able to improve by leaps and bounds.
However, this time was different from the last time.
The 30 consecutive victories had broken a certain balance. Not long after he started walking, he heard rustling sounds coming from behind him. Light and fragmented footsteps could be heard coming from all directions.
Silby narrowed his eyes. He could sense the hostile mental force fields in the air. He couldn't help but quicken his pace. The people behind him relentlessly chased after him.
Someone blew out the brazier in the rat tunnel. This action was like a bugle call for battle. All of a sudden, the burning brazier Zizi in the rat tunnel was extinguished.
Silby and Theodore were immediately plunged into darkness under Pandora.
Pairs of ghastly eyes lit up all around them. Like hungry rats, Theodore couldn't help but tremble.
In the darkness, at least 40 Magi surrounded Silby. He couldn't help but sneer. The owner of the colosseum had really put in a lot of effort to make him submit.
He took a step back and clasped his hands together, intending to cast a spell.
However, at this moment, someone laughed in the darkness.
"If you reject him like this, he might secretly trip you up the next time you enter the colosseum." A man's voice came from the side, "Poisoning, changing opponents, and even ganging up on you are all normal."
The brazier was lit up once again.
Under the illumination of the light, a golden-haired man slowly walked out from the other side of the rat tunnel. He was about 30 years old and had an unusually tall figure. He looked very valiant with broad shoulders and wore a red cloak with a lion embroidered on the chest. A silver sword inlaid with rubies was tied to his belt made of calfskin.
Although he had never seen him before, Silby recognized him at a glance.
This made him very surprised.
Godric Gryffindor!
He had been in Pandora City for three months now. He was no longer the immature prince who had just left the Kingdom of Aragon. Of course, he knew the strength of this guy in front of him.
He was known as a man like a lion, the enemy of fairies. He was one of the strongest Magi on the continent. Even Slytherin had to look for reinforcements when facing him.
"Why are you here?" Silby asked cautiously. (Could it be that the owner of the colosseum even invited Godric Gryffindor to make him submit?)
"It's just a hobby of mine to gamble." Gryffindor chuckled as he scratched the wall and casually said, "I've earned at least 500 gold coins from you. No matter what, I have to come out and thank you."
He didn't seem to be here to pick a fight.
Silby glanced behind him. He could feel that the eyes that were spying on him had disappeared. No matter what those people thought before they saw Gryffindor, they didn't dare to do anything now.
However, he didn't thank the man in front of him. He would rather face a mob than the top Magi in the world, especially at a time like this. He had to hurry back before Slytherin woke up.
"How can I help you?"
He asked politely.
"When you first came here, you were often beaten black and blue. But now, you've maintained a record of 30 consecutive matches. How did you do it?" Gryffindor looked at him with great interest.
"If it were you, I'd probably be able to maintain a record of 300 matches."
Silby smiled.
"I'm not talking about your wins. I'm talking about your learning ability."
Gryffindor pointed behind him and said, "Two months ago, you barely knew any magic. But in the last match, you used magic potions, shapeshifting, spells, and even astrology. How did you memorize so many spells so quickly? "
"I'm sorry, but I can't answer that."
Silby said. He hurriedly left Gryffindor's side with Theodore. He really didn't know how to answer Gryffindor's question. If he claimed to be talented, he would be looking down on Gryffindor.
After a few steps, Gryffindor called out again, "Slytherin has marked you, but that doesn't mean you'll be his forever."
Silby turned around and looked at Gryffindor. "And?" he asked.
"I can see a sense of courage in you. It's very similar to mine. If I want to do something, no matter how many people try to stop me, I'll still do it."
Gryffindor looked at him sincerely and said, "I know you're working for Slytherin. You're only allowed to leave at night. It's not easy. It's not fair."
"There's never been any fairness." Silby shook his head. "You know that better than I do."
"I know, but you have a choice."
Gryffindor stretched out his hand. "Come to my side and work for me. I won't treat you like Slytherin. I won't force you to do anything, and I won't force you to secretly participate in the wizard duels. "
"Oh?"
Silby tilted his head. He had to admit that Godric Gryffindor's blue eyes were indeed very likable. His attitude was different from Slytherin's. He was like the afternoon sun, warm and warm. In comparison, Slytherin was like the moon at night, cold and mysterious.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a green snake tattoo on his arm.
"Do you have a way to remove it?"
Gryffindor looked at Silby's arm and sighed. "I'm sorry, but I can't. These strange curses are what Salazar Slytherin is good at, but I'm not. "
He paused for a moment and continued, "But, trust me, I'll make a deal with him. I'll offer him a price that will make him want to remove the spell for you."
"For example?" Silby asked with a smile. "What price would make you give up on pursuing the Queen of Pandora? Would you be willing?"
"This …"
Gryffindor was obviously hesitant.
Silby laughed and shook his head.
"Do you know, during the days I've been in Pandora, half of the wizards I've met were full of praise for you. I think you must be exceptional in some way, so I want to ask you a question. If I'm satisfied with your answer, I'll become your subordinate without any hesitation. "
"What question?" Gryffindor immediately became serious.
"Why are there wizards in this world?" Silby asked, looking at Gryffindor with a burning gaze.
Gryffindor was stunned. He did not expect such a big question from the seemingly young boy in front of him.
This question was not easy to answer. He touched his chin and pondered for a while before slowly saying, "Because there has to be someone who can take on greater responsibilities." Gryffindor looked at Elby. "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."
"Why are there wizards?" Silby repeated his question.
Gryffindor was surprised. He frowned. "It's an ability, a profession, no different from being a chef, a blacksmith, or a carpenter."
"You still haven't answered my question."
Silby's eyes flashed with disappointment. He stared at Gryffindor and asked, "Why are there wizards in this world?"
Gryffindor's eyes were burning, as if there was an arc of light jumping and shining, which made Gryffindor feel a little dazzled. "He did not understand why this young man in front of him would ask such a question. I can't answer that. I can only say that it's … it's a talent. "
"Do you think it's a random talent?" Silby immediately asked.
"If you look at it from the perspective of most wizards, yes."
Gryffindor said dryly, "It's a random talent. Wizard families can have duds, and Muggle families can have wizards."
Silby smiled and took a step back. He shook his head and looked very disappointed. Gryffindor could not help but ask, "What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with my answer?"
"Not at all."
Silby calmly said, "If it's completely random, then what's the difference between following you and Slytherin?"
With that, he nudged Dodoro.
"Let's go."
Theodore followed behind the gray-haired youth in confusion. The conversation between Silby and Gryffindor just now was confusing to him, and he had no idea what the two of them were trying to express.
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