An hour later, Lopes walked into the arena and began to collect his number plate.
Marlin Castle's arena might have different styles every day. For example, spear duels, group duels, magic duels, chaotic fights, and shooting competitions. There were many different ways to play, and only death duels were prohibited.
Marlin Castle's arena had been built for hundreds of years. In recent years, due to the continuous development and prosperity of this large city, the citizens' requirements for entertainment had become higher and higher. Under such circumstances, the arena had been raised and expanded time and time again. Now, Marlin Castle's arena covered an area of tens of thousands of square meters, with a diameter of over two hundred meters. It had tens of thousands of seats and walls that were tens of meters high. Everyone, from nobles to citizens, could enter to watch the exciting performances and place bets on the gladiators they liked.
The arena also provided a place to settle personal grudges in the city. Some experts would come here to duel. Not only could they get rid of their enemies, but they could also earn some extra money.
Under such circumstances, the gladiator arena needed a large number of gladiators to serve the citizens. Due to the imperial system, the number of slaves was limited. Therefore, free gladiators became the main component of the gladiator arena.
Keeping Laing's instructions in mind, Lopes calmly entered the arena.
Immediately, a man wearing linen clothes and a straw hat walked up, "Sir, are you here to buy a ticket? Or? "
"I want to sign up as a gladiator. May I know what's today's activity?" Lopes immediately expressed that he was here to sign up as a gladiator.
"Aiya! Sir, you've come to the right place today! Today's activity is a series of battles! " The man in the straw hat had dark skin, and his mouth and body emitted a foul smell, "The gladiators who have signed up will enter the arena one by one. The maximum number of people in the arena is ten. Every time someone loses, a substitute gladiator will join in, and the last remaining person will be today's champion."
"… Is that so?" Lopes was young and impetuous, and did not take his enemy seriously, "I want to sign up."
"Then I'll bring you in." The man in the straw hat was overjoyed, and then led Lopes inside.
Smelly!
Really smelly!
After completing the gladiator procedures, this was Lopes' first impression of the basement of the gladiator arena.
The basement was dirty and lacked sunlight. Many muscular men were squeezed in the narrow basement, changing their clothes and eating the simplest and cheapest vegetables and black bread with dirty water. There was a lot of feces in the corner of the basement, but no one cared.
This was where the slave gladiators stayed.
Although Lopes had been a free gladiator a few times, this was his first time coming to such a place. The wandering knight suppressed his disgust and quickly walked past. A potbellied manager walked over. "It's you? Lopes? Are you here to participate in the gladiatorial competition again? "
"Yes, Mister Klaus!" This manager was an acquaintance of Lopes. He had many slave gladiators under him.
The manager looked at Lopes with a smile on his face. "In my opinion, you are already a wandering knight at the intermediate elite level. It won't be a big problem for you to win this series of battles. Therefore, the commission we are paying you will be less than those new gladiators. Is that okay with you?"
"No problem. By the way, Mister Klaus, I would like to ask you something." For Lopes to participate in the Gladiator Fights as a Middle Elite was a bit of a bully. After many Gladiator Fights, the odds of betting on him would greatly decrease. Hence, the commission would also decrease accordingly.
"What is it?"
"Have there been any strange people recently? Those gladiators who are especially good at fighting? " How did you appear here? "Lopes remembered Clayon's instructions and found an opportunity to ask.
"Especially … good at fighting? Recently? "Klaus fell into deep thought.
Outside the arena of Marlin Castle.
"You trust him that much?" Veronica and Laing walked into the arena together, and Wizard Garland asked curiously.
"Lopes is the son of Lord Hyde of Morgen. He has received formal military training since he was young. He is quite strong, and … he shouldn't be too stupid." Laing hesitated a little when he mentioned the topic of being too stupid. However, he felt that since Lopes was a wandering knight, he should know how to adapt to the situation.
Veronica still wanted to say something, but a dwarf immediately came out from the inside of the arena and shouted, "Oh my God! Heavens, a great hero has descended upon the arena. Mister Laing, welcome! "
The dwarf was about 1.4 meters tall, but his head accounted for one-third of his total height. His long beard was braided in all kinds of thick braids, covering his whole belly and legs, almost hanging to the ground. The dwarf's face was shiny, and he wore all kinds of gold and silver jewelry on his beard and hands. At first glance, one could tell that he was a rich man.
"Hello, Long Beard." Laing shook hands with the dwarf. "Your beard is really beautiful!"
"Oh! I like that praise! " The dwarf stroked his beard proudly. "I have to spend two hours every day taking care of my beard."
A dwarf's beard was a symbol of his age and status. A dwarf would not shave from birth. Instead, they would wait for their beard to grow longer and longer. The longer the beard, the older the dwarf was, and the higher the status of a dwarf could be seen from his beard. Rich and powerful dwarves had more time and money to take care of their beard. Their beard would be smooth and shiny. If a dwarf's beard was messy and sloppy, it could only mean that his status and strength were low.
"Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Grizza Storm Hammer, and I come from the Roof of the World. I am now one of the guardians of this city, and I am also in charge of the arena." The dwarf laughed. "The duke said that Mr. Laing is a distinguished guest and close friend of Marlin Castle. If you need anything, you can ask. Mr. Laing, do you want to watch the competition today?"
"Well, the weather is getting colder and colder recently. In such cold weather, I always need some hot exercise to keep me awake!" Laing smiled, and at the same time, he secretly gave Veronica a look that said, "You know what I mean."
Veronica gave Laing a look that said, "Work is more important."
"Then you have come to the right place! Marlin Castle has everything you want! "Grizza led Laing to the arena's high platform." Today, there will be a wonderful series of battles! Let me open the VIP box for you and your beautiful girlfriend to enjoy a feast for the eyes. "
Laing wanted to explain that they were just partners, but when he looked up, he saw a washbasin-sized fireball appear in Veronica's hand. The woman smiled maliciously.
Magic was allowed in the arena, so Laing could only keep his mouth shut. He was not afraid of the fireball, but it did not mean that he wanted to be entangled with Veronica on this issue.
The inside of the arena was composed of huge stone pillars and stone walls. In essence, it was more like a military camp or even a small city that could accommodate thousands of troops. Inside the arena, accommodation, restaurants, hospitals, and other facilities were all available. There were also very deep basements and tunnels. It was said that some of the tunnels were connected to a very mysterious underground kingdom, which was the paradise of kobolds and many other fierce beasts.
Following the path led by Grizza, Laing and Veronica walked along a narrow passage towards the inside of the arena. The passage from the inside of the arena building to the arena was very narrow and oppressive. The deep tunnel, the oppressive environment, and the shrinking walls all made people feel depressed.
But when they reached the end of the tunnel, they were greeted by a dazzling light and loud noise. Tens of thousands of spectators were shouting and yelling. The huge arena auditorium, the blue winter sky, and the hundreds of square meters of the arena were all in full view in front of them. The feeling of disparity from small to large stimulated the nerves of the two.
Greza led the two of them to a private room. Although it was called a private room, it was actually a small balcony with a radius of about ten square meters. There was a long soft sofa in the balcony and a table with some simple snacks on it. There was also a piece of parchment with the price of many foods written on it. If they needed it, they could ring the bell to ask the waiter to deliver it.
"Tsk tsk tsk, a cup of malt beer for three gold coins. The dwarves really know how to do business," Veronica said as she took the parchment and gave it to Laing after a few glances. "What do you want to drink? Pay for it yourself! "
"I thought you'd buy me a drink!" Laing took the bill and found that the prices were at least ten times higher than the market price. "Veronica, shouldn't you be the one showing your generosity to your partner?"
"Generosity? Laing, have I not been generous enough to you? I don't have money. If you want a rich partner, you should go to Trovic. She's the little princess of Jialan. She's rich. " Veronica suddenly said sourly, "She can save you many years of hard work, but I can't. I don't have anything left to give you, in every sense of the word."
"But that's why you're still my partner." Laing said in a low voice. A trace of pity flashed across his eyes. "Teresa told me a few times during the journey, but I never intended to change partners. I promised that as long as you don't betray me, I won't betray you. My partnership won't change because of anything outside of us."
"I didn't misjudge you. Mwah!" Veronica was overjoyed by his words and kissed him on the lips.
"By the way, we talked about yesterday. If I … what would you do to your little apprentice?" Laing asked curiously as he hugged Veronica.
"What would I do? I won't take her life. I'll just let her study in Jialan's magic workshop, and then … I'll marry her off to a manor lord or something in a few years. " Veronica didn't resist. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and smiled gently. "This is her punishment for snatching something from my teacher. She's not allowed to touch it if I don't give it to her."
The competition soon began.
Lopes drew number 23. He would fight in the 23rd position.
The wandering knight from Nord put on the standard equipment of a gladiator. He was wearing ordinary leather armor that emitted a foul smell, a wooden halberd, a Wood Release, and a simple helmet. The gladiators were not allowed to bring their own equipment. They only allowed the gladiators to use standard wooden equipment.
The arena was huge, and the gladiators kept entering and fighting. However, Lopes was no weakling. He was a mid-elite, and he used his halberd skillfully. As the son of a lord who had received military education since childhood, he had good reflexes and wrist strength. He skillfully dodged and blocked attacks with his shield, and then used his halberd to knock down one opponent after another.
The wandering knight was like a god of war, sending one gladiator after another off the arena. His outstanding strength made it seem like the battle was one-sided.
Only two gladiators were left in the arena.
"Next, let us witness the final battle of this series of battles. These two opponents are Mr. Lopes, the wandering knight from Nord!"
"And the one who refuses to reveal his name — the butcher, Mr. Bennett!"
In the dust, Lopes' face was covered in sweat. The wandering knight carefully sized up the figure that appeared in the dust.
His opponent was tall, holding a wooden machete and a shield. He wore a mask on his face and was over two meters tall. He was also quite bloated. The only thing that could be seen was that his skin was very dark, as black as coal. His eyes were blood-red as he stared at Lopes.
The wandering knight felt that something was wrong, but he could not tell what it was. Thinking that Laing was watching him from the stands, Lopes gritted his teeth. He knew that he could not back down now.
He longed to become a knight like Laing, who enjoyed flowers and applause. He longed to become a hero in the eyes of the people like Laing.
Ever since he witnessed Laing kill the champion of chaos and the barbarian chieftain in the battle of Mjolden Haven, Lopes had made up his mind to follow Laing and become a great knight like him. So, if Lopes wanted to start over, he had to show Laing his value.
This world did not need trash.
"Ahhh!" Bennett let out a loud roar and charged towards Lopes with large strides. His tall figure gave off a powerful sense of oppression.
"It's starting! It's starting!"
Lopes was focused. His combat skills were inclined towards defense and counterattack. The wandering knight raised his shield high and tried his best to aim his halberd at the oncoming Bennett.
The wooden halberd forced Bennett to dodge to the side. If his leather armor was pierced by the halberd, it would mean that he had lost.
This would cause him to fall into Lopes' trap. The wandering knight's shield blocked the wooden machete.
"Ahhhh!" Bennett's tall figure madly swung his machete, while Lopes blocked with his wooden shield. The wooden machete hacked down again and again, causing wood chips to fly everywhere.
On the battlefield, Lopes was on the receiving end of a beating.
The crowd in the stands was agitated. Curses, cheers, and roars could be heard incessantly.
"Lopes, f * ck you! I'm betting all my money on you, you son of a b * tch! Stand up!"
"That's right! Bennett! Fight like that! Kill him! Kill him! "
"Kill him! Smash his dog head! "
“@&！ @ # … ¥! () ¥*&@! "
Within the box.
Laing gently held Veronica in his arms and laughed. "The victor has been decided."
"That wandering knight is going to lose?"
"No … Lopes' victory is in sight."
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