The box in the arena was specially designed so that the ordinary spectators could not see the VIP box.
Veronica took off her high heels and sat in Laing's arms, leaning against his chest. The witch had spent a lot of energy planning and thinking last night, so she was not in good spirits.
She needed to complete this mission as soon as possible to prove that she was stronger than Teresa.
Fortunately, she had a warm harbor by her side. In Laing's arms, she could let down her guard, put down her burden, and allow herself to relax a little.
The woman covered her ears in annoyance. "God, it's so noisy. Next time you come here, come alone. I won't come."
"Learn to be patient, learn to calm down. Veronica, sometimes the outside world will not change because of your will. You need to live in peace with the noise." Laing gently hugged the woman in his arms and looked at the situation in the arena. "Lopes is indeed the son of Lord Hyde of Mochenne. Well done."
"Oh? Why do I feel like he's just getting beaten up? " Veronica was not interested in these gladiator fights. She allowed the man to take advantage of her beautiful stockings. "Can you explain to a woman like me who doesn't know anything? My great knight? "
"Let me give you an analogy. A person's physical strength is like a well. It has two indicators: the total amount of water in the well and the size of the bucket." Laing said softly. "The total amount of water in the well represents a person's physical strength, but this does not mean that the water in the well can be used continuously until the well dries up. This is because the amount of water that can be drawn from the well in a short period of time is limited, and this depends on the size of the bucket."
"That is, physical strength will face a small limit in a short period of time. After a series of crazy attacks, any strong person's physical strength will reach a bottleneck for a short period of time, and they will need to draw water from the well again. That is why we knights have a special lesson in our training. It is about how to find our own rhythm and avoid the negative effects of physical strength bottlenecks. Obviously, Lopes has also learned this lesson. He carefully distributes his physical strength, waiting for the opportunity to decrease Bennett's physical strength." Laing's gaze was fixed on the battlefield. "This opportunity will come soon. Look, in less than ten seconds, Lopes will counterattack."
Sure enough, just as Laing had said, the continuous slashes had caused Bennett's stamina to drop rapidly. Even though Lopes' wooden shield was already in tatters, the wandering knight still had some stamina left. When he felt the slashes weaken, Lopes knew that his chance had come. He roared angrily and used all his strength to slam his shield into the lower half of Bennett's wooden blade and the weakest part of Bennett's arm.
The decline of his stamina and the soreness in his arm caused Bennett, nicknamed "Butcher," to lose control of his body. After being struck by the wooden shield, his sore hand could no longer hold the wooden saber firmly. He had no choice but to stop attacking.
Thus, Lopes' opportunity came.
The wandering knight directly threw his wooden shield. The flying shield smashed into Bennett's helmet, causing the tall gladiator to take a few steps back. Lopes switched to holding the halberd with both hands and began his whirlwind of attacks.
The wooden halberd swept out, smashing right into the gap between Bennett's shoulder armor and helmet. The damage a sturdy wooden halberd could inflict on the human body was shocking enough. Bennett immediately launched a counterattack against Lopes as soon as his neck was injured.
His strong arm gripped the wooden blade tightly and slashed down from above Lopes. Lopes quickly raised his halberd to meet the attack. The halberd bent slightly after receiving the attack from the wooden blade.
"Watch me!" Lopes raised both his hands. The wandering knight skillfully used his technique. He borrowed the force from the halberd and the pressure from Bennett's wooden blade to rebound, causing the wooden blade to be deflected by the halberd.
"Halberd Chain Strike!" Laing watched Lopes' movements and silently chanted.
The halberd in Lopes' hands struck Bennett's head vertically for the first time. Even through the helmet, the audience in the arena could see that Bennett was weak from his painful cries and constantly retreating figure.
The halberd struck Bennett's head for the second time. Under the continuous attacks of the wandering knight, everyone could see a bright red liquid flowing out of the helmet. Everyone was sure that it was definitely not watermelon juice.
What ended the battle was the horizontal sweep that came right after the second vertical chop. The halberd swept across, and Bennett fell to the ground with a loud thud. The battle ended, and Lopes stood up. Immediately, doctors entered the arena to treat him and Bennett.
"The battle is over! Today's winner is the wandering knight from the Kingdom of Nords, Lopes! Let us applaud him! " The person in charge of the arena, Gliza Storm Hammer, walked forward with a big smile. He presented the trophy to Lopes and announced his victory.
"Thank you!" Lopes received the trophy and his commission amidst the applause. The confident wandering knight had even bet on himself, which made him quite a bit. After receiving the trophy, he excitedly waved at Laing. Laing waved back.
"Can you sense Bernt's presence?" Veronica raised her head from Laing's arms. "I can't sense him."
"Me neither." Laing shook his head, but he was not disappointed. "Bernt is much stronger. These small fries can't lure him out. Be patient. If Bernt is really hiding in the arena and watching Lopes win continuously, he won't be indifferent."
"From the looks of it, that's the only way." Veronica also knew that she was a little anxious.
And so, for three days, Laing and Veronica observed the situation in the arena. However, the situation disappointed them. In three days, Lopes relied on his exquisite halberd skills and excellent martial arts to earn himself the title of "Halberd Wielder" in the arena. He also accepted many challenges. However, to Laing's disappointment, he still could not find any trace of Bernt.
This could only mean one thing. Bernt should not be in the arena.
Three days later, at night, at No. 53 Amber Avenue.
In the dining room on the first floor, silver cutlery and white candlelight illuminated the bright dining room. Laing had set up a banquet in his new home to entertain Alfred Frey and Lopes. Now that he had completed his mission, Laing had already told Lopes and Alfred Frey about his mission, hoping that they could help him.
Lopes' young face was full of excitement. He was happy that he could be used. After being told what he was doing by Laing, the young wandering knight felt that his three days of hard work had not been in vain. "So, Mr. Laing, your goal is to find the Fallen Hunter, Bernt! I'm willing to help you! "
"Thank you for your help." Laing placed the bread and butter he baked, honey-roasted chicken wings, and fruit salad on the table covered with a white tablecloth. Veronica and Catherine were frying lamb chops.
Unlike the sorceresses, the Gallan witches knew how to cook. Although she wasn't very good at it, she could still make something for herself. The female apprentices of Gallan were often responsible for cooking and doing housework for their mentor. Chairwoman Margarita didn't need Veronica to do anything for her, so poor little Katherine had to do all the housework. Veronica only needed to deal with it.
Today, Laing's friends had come to visit, so the witches had to cook to show their appreciation.
After they sat down, Alfred Frey said a few words of prayer and began to eat. Lopes was still a little reserved, but after being warmly received by Laing and Veronica, he gradually relaxed. "Thank you, Mr. Laing. This is the best dinner I've ever had."
"You're welcome." Laing thought for a moment and continued, "Did you find anything in the past few days? Is there anyone particularly powerful among the gladiators? Or do you feel any terrifying aura? "
"No." Lopes used his knife and fork to cut his steak skillfully. "The three strongest gladiators in the arena are me, Bennett, and Borch. Borch is a strong farmer and also a noble. He's good at using a spear, but he's a very simple person. Every month, he comes to fight a few rounds to earn some extra money."
"Hmm …" Laing rubbed his chin. He knew that it was unlikely for Berch to exist in the arena.
No matter what, Marlin Castle still abided by the laws of the empire. Under the control of order, it was impossible for anyone to enter the arena to fight. This was not a chaotic southern kingdom or a place where even the lords of the dark elves would participate in the competition. In Marlin Castle, not to mention Legendary-level experts, even elite humans could easily find work. Merchants were also very willing to recruit them as guards. Under such circumstances, there were only some small fries in the arena who could not cause any waves.
The only possibility was that two masters had a personal grudge against each other in the arena, but this was just a coincidence.
Laing and Veronica looked at each other. According to the witches' judgment, the arena was indeed the least likely of the three places. After three days of investigation by Lopes, the arena could basically be ruled out.
"Thank you for your hard work. So, should we investigate the underground tunnel or the Aesthetic Society first?" After a big meal and sending off Lopes and Aldair Frey, Laing and Veronica sat in the living room on the first floor. Under the light of the huge chandelier and the magic floor lamp, they continued to discuss what to do next.
"Our division of work with Vice President Jacob was to lead the demon hunters to investigate the underground tunnel. Our task was to investigate the arena and the Aesthetic Society. Now that we've finished investigating the arena, we should start investigating the Aesthetic Society." Laing analyzed the current situation.
"The Aesthetic Society is not easy to deal with, Laing. You know, there are at least two members of the Marlin Castle Senate who are members of the Aesthetic Society, especially that Earl Edmund Huron. He's a staunch admirer of Anida. He's announced more than once that if Anida accepted his proposal, he would become the Countess." Veronica gently tucked her long brown curly hair behind her ear. Wizard Garland was a legendary wizard of fire and light. She was not afraid of the cold.
"So, we need evidence to prove that the Aesthetic Society is a cult of Chaos. Otherwise, we won't be able to search the headquarters of the Aesthetic Society. You know, that's the Shield Coin Street. If we're not careful, we'll become unwelcome in Marlin Castle. Mr. Schultz supports me, but he's not the only one in the Senate." Laing knew that he had to be careful with every step he took, especially when dealing with the Aesthetic Society that had close ties with the upper nobles of Marlin Castle. One wrong step and he would lose the only chance to eradicate this cult of Chaos.
"Now, I don't know how Vice President Jacob and the others are doing." Laing hugged Veronica and breathed in the lily fragrance on her body and hair. "Tomorrow, we'll go to the Shield Coin Street first and take a look at the headquarters of the Aesthetic Society. And … I'll buy you some new clothes while we're at it."
"You're paying for it?" Veronica leaned on Ryan's body, a faint smile on her sweet face.
"Of course, I'll pay." Laing nodded. "As a gentleman, this is my responsibility."
"Then I'll give you this chance." The woman smiled like a flower. "When the time comes, my grand knight won't be unable to pay!"
"Don't underestimate your partner!"
… …
Underground tunnel of Marlin Castle.
Marlin Castle was like a giant tree. The city above ground was the branches, trunk, and leaves of the tree.
The underground tunnel of Marlin Castle was the roots of the tree.
The vice president of the Demon Hunters Guild, Jacob, brought three young demon hunters to the entrance of the underground tunnel.
Jacob had a large cigar dangling from his mouth. He was wearing a long, thick coat. Inside the brown windbreaker was a finely made scale armor. Heavy leather boots, a wide-brimmed hat, a black mask, and a pair of deerskin gloves that covered his forearms. The only thing that could be seen of this vice president was his ferocious eyes and mouth.
Even though only his eyes were exposed, Jacob's ferocious aura didn't diminish in the slightest. Except for the scar beside his eyes, all the tunnel guards who saw Jacob's eyes along the way felt a chill run down their spines.
It was a pair of eyes that suspected everything. It was a gaze that believed everyone was guilty. Like a cheetah's, his eyes swept across the place, doubting everyone's purity and looking for any signs of corruption.
Jacob was a veteran Master Demonhunter. For decades he had been working hard to clean up corruption and eradicate evil. Even among the demon hunters, Jacob's methods were fierce. Once, when he discovered the base of a cult, he had dozens of people buried with it. Once, because of his suspicions, he burned an entire street to ashes.
When the Demon Hunters' Guild came to the conclusion that Jacob could no longer tell if a handshake was a sign of friendship or a premeditated murder, the elderly Master Demonhunter finally went into semi-retirement. He spent most of his time at the headquarters of the Demon Hunters' Guild teaching young people.
The Master Demonhunter carried a greataxe and a longsword on his back. He also had a short-barreled musket at his waist. Other than that, no one knew if he had any other weapons.
"Vice President Jacob, I've found Baert's trail!" A young demon hunter said softly.
"Good." Jacob took a deep drag on his cigar and blew out a beautiful smoke ring.
"The hunt has begun."
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