After get off work, I started speedrunning through the other world

Dueling Arena.

In a bright room.

The owner of the duel arena leaned against the sofa, his glasses glowing white, making it impossible to tell his emotions, until a glass of red wine was handed to him.

"Is it worth paying so much attention to that man?" After the owner of the duel arena took the red wine, he looked at the priest sitting next to him.

"Attention, do you know his experience?" The owner of the duel arena asked back, taking a sip of red wine.

He looked at the priest's curious eyes and explained:

"He didn't have any magic power when he first dueled, but now his magic power is not inferior to that of a magician who has been in the door for a few years."

"Ah... genius, that's really enviable." The priest suddenly realized why the owner of the duel arena cared so much about the duelist named Akhtar, and he had a full understanding.

There are records in history books that it took less than a day to find the corresponding star and easily obtain magic power.

However, that genius later became known as the Witch of Time. She committed the crime of blasphemy and was burned at the stake in the temple, burning into ashes.

No matter how evil the Witch of Time was, her talent that countless people envied and her final achievements made people clearly understand the value of genius.

"He won't become a demon, will he?" The priest suddenly said, and then the duel arena owner shook his head.

He raised his wine glass, as if he saw the truth through the bright red wine.

"That man is a believer of the goddess of life and can easily use healing prayers. Instead of worrying about becoming a demon, it is better to expect him to become a saint."

"... A little jealous." The priest spoke bluntly. He himself was also a believer of the goddess of life and was good at using prayers about the goddess of life, but it would never be possible to reach the level of being close to a saint.

The duel arena owner shook his glass upon hearing this and sipped the red wine elegantly: "Perhaps you should regret that his life may end today."

"You arranged a very difficult opponent?" The priest showed a surprised look. He knew the duel arena owner's character very well. He was keen on duels with suspense, and the strength gap between the arranged opponents would not be huge.

Fighting each other with all their strength, racking their brains, and using all means, this is the duel that the audience and the duel arena owner are willing to see.

The duel arena owner was silent for a while and said: "There is a troublesome big man who has taken a fancy to Akhtar's skills."

The priest frowned: "Who?"

The duel arena owner did not answer immediately, drank the red wine in the glass, and said:

"Siegfried."

"It's the hero who slays the dragon." The priest also fell silent. If Akhtar is given time, he may be able to fight Siegfried in the future. Now there is no chance of winning. There is a desperate gap between the two sides.

"Why did you agree to such a duel?"

"..."The duel arena owner didn't say much, and the priest next to him didn't ask much. Even if they didn't say it, they knew the answer.

They had no room to refuse the will of the strong.

...

...

In the early morning, the warm sunlight passed through the gap in the curtains and fell on the floor of the room, as if it had turned into a swimming light snake.

Until the sound of the door handle twisting came from the room.

Leticia immediately opened her eyes alertly, her emerald eyes revealed vigilance, and she subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to recite offensive magic.

However, when she saw the silver-clad knight standing at the door, her expression immediately changed to peace of mind and trust.

"Are you awake?" Ximu looked at Leticia, who had changed from vigilance to peace of mind, and almost confirmed that he had been trusted by the other party.

He turned his back to Leticia and said:

"The duel is about to begin. I will take you to a place where you can be guaranteed to be safe."

"A place where I can be guaranteed to be safe?" Leticia became excited and subconsciously wanted to stand up, but the pain in her ankles and wrists made her unable to lie on the bed again.

"Sir Akhtar, since you are not absolutely sure of winning, please don't do such dangerous things!"

She was very serious and persuaded the silver-clad knight at the door.

"Even if you earn enough money to treat your injuries, I will not be willing to use that money to treat myself."

"No, you will." Ximu asserted, "Even if you don't want to be a drag, you will accept treatment."

Leticia: "..."

Yes, if Akhtar really earns 10,000 gold coins, she will definitely accept treatment, even if not for herself, she should consider Akhtar.

She absolutely cannot tolerate that the knight who takes care of her suffers because of her own temper.

She has always felt guilty for accepting Akhtar's care.

"Don't worry, it's just insurance." Ximu looked at the helpless and depressed Leticia and gently closed the door.

Leticia pursed her lips, feeling more and more depressed about her helpless situation.

She held the bedside with difficulty and got off the bed.

Since she was going to meet Akhtar's friends, she should dress up. This is the etiquette of a lady.

Came to the dressing table.

Leticia looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly realized one thing. She was in the same room with Akhtar last night. Even if Akhtar wanted to take the opportunity to coerce her, she had no ability to resist.

"Sir Akhtar, you are really an excellent knight." She said softly, while admiring Akhtar's character.

For some reason, she felt a little...disappointed.

Could it be that she was not attractive enough to Akhtar, so Akhtar did not cross the line with her, not even a hint of ambiguity in words.

Although Akhtar's actions were very normal.

After a while.

The door opened, Leticia looked into the living room, only to see Akhtar leaning against the door, and naturally helped her up.

"After breakfast, we will set off." Ximu helped Leticia, came to the table, and pointed at the breakfast on the table.

"Just one serving?" Leticia looked at the breakfast on the table, and couldn't help showing doubts, only to see the silver-clad knight beside her shook his head.

He pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I have already eaten in advance." Ximu raised his hand to signal Leticia to finish eating quickly, and then take her to see the witch of time.

In order to protect his princess, he resolutely participated in the duel of life and death, and in order to protect the princess's safety, he chose to entrust the princess to the person he thought was the most capable.

On the surface, it seems very reasonable, not only the Witch of Time will think it is reasonable, including Leticia.

I believe that anyone who knows this story will be moved.

"Sir Akhtar, why are you so good to me?"

Leticia pursed her lips tightly, looking at the silver-clad knight beside her, tears slid down her delicate face.

She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back her tears, but found that she had no way to stop it.

In response, Ximu just shook his head gently, motioning Leticia to continue eating breakfast, and he did not explain what he did.

After all, he just took Leticia to find the Witch of Time to complete the side quest, mainly to find an excuse to contact the Witch of Time.

Otherwise, when he finds the Plague Goddess later, it will be difficult to find an excuse to leak it to the Witch of Time, so that the Witch of Time can find an opportunity to assassinate the Plague Goddess.

And there is also a benefit of not saying it clearly, which is that it can make people... imagine in the direction they expect. The more favorable the person is, the more positive the imagination will be.

Now Leticia is already very moved and guilty. This gullible and honest princess was eating breakfast while holding back her tears.

She is indeed a popular character in the Mysterious Gate, and her personality is impeccable.

When the favorable impression is raised to a certain level, she can also be used as a player's auxiliary character to help players with poor skills beat some difficult bosses.

After a while.

Braer Street.

Room 506.

"Please ask me to take care of her?" Chronos held his chin lightly with his slender hand, looked at Leticia who was sitting elegantly beside Ximu with a playful look, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Okay, but you have to pay a price?"

"What do you want me to do?" Ximu nodded and asked, and saw this cold and mysterious witch with an ambiguous and malicious smile.

She tapped her lower lip with her slender hand and spoke ambiguously.

"Come to my room tonight, and I'll tell you what to do then."

Ximu remained silent and did not respond immediately.

However.

Leticia became excited instead: "Wait, Ms. Chronos, what do you want Mr. Akhtar to do tonight?"

In response, Chronos smiled ambiguously, raised his slender hand, and looked at his nails carelessly: "What can men and women do at night?"

At this point, her smile became more playful.

"Of course you can also give up your shelter. It doesn't matter to me, and I won't force it."

"Okay." Ximu stood up, pressed on Leticia's shoulder beside him, and nodded to Chronos:

"I'll come to you tonight."

"Then I look forward to your arrival, little guy." Chronos chuckled, looked at Leticia with interest, who was staring at her emerald green eyes and wanted to speak out to stop her, and gently tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers.

The invisible force spread, as if an unknown force stopped Leticia from speaking, so she could only watch Akhtar leave the room.

Accompanied by the sound of the door closing.

"..." Leticia regained control of her body, and she subconsciously wanted to stand up and chase Akhtar who was leaving.

"If you want him to die, go after him." Chronos smiled and looked at the human girl in front of him, "You can understand the consequences of not being able to concentrate and still worrying about him, even if I don't say it."

Leticia: "..."

Her footsteps stopped at this moment, and she turned her head to stare at the mature woman opposite, her emerald eyes full of anger and helplessness.

And Chronos was not afraid of seeing this, but showed a playful smile. Bullying such an upright girl is really... pleasant.

She was already looking forward to the heartbroken expression of the human girl tonight. She watched the person she had a vague love for enter the bad woman's room for her. The heartbroken and painful expression made her feel happy just thinking about it.

Although she did not intend to have a relationship with Akhtar, it did not prevent the human girl in front of her from thinking that she and Akhtar had done something.

As for guilt, she certainly could not have it. After all, she was a serious witch, not a human being, so how could she have normal human moral concepts.

"I am the heir of the Kingdom of Iris, and I can give you more compensation later." Leticia calmed down and wanted to negotiate with Chronos.

However, Chronos turned his head away with disdain and waved his hand gently: "The heir of the kingdom is the least valuable in this world. A village in a remote area can build a country."

"It's not a remote area. My country has a long history!" Leticia retorted, and Chronos nodded and smiled at her.

"That's a remote village with a long history." She took out a bank card, "Can your country take out 1 billion gold coins?"

Leticia: "..."

In fact, her country really can't take out so much money, not to mention that she is still a poor princess now.

At the same time.

Duel field.

Ximu carried a heavy sword and walked through the dark corridor step by step, drinking potions bottle by bottle, leaving empty bottles behind him.

Until he stepped into the duel arena and stepped on the soft sand again, his eyes fell on the opposite side of the duel arena, holding a double scimitar, dressed in cool coffee-colored women.

"Akhtar, do you dare to come to an exciting battle." The woman swung the knife flowers with both hands and challenged the knight in silver.

"Wearing that turtle shell to fight a woman like me, it's too unchivalrous."

"..." Ximu didn't answer, and inserted the thick sword into the ground. In the face of the successful expression of the woman opposite, he swung the heavy sword hard, as if a javelin was thrown hard, and kicked the ground with both feet, rushing out like an out-of-control tank.

Then, the battle was declared over.

Halfway through, Ximu grabbed the heavy sword that rushed out, locked his eyes on the opponent who had already dodged, and used the force to swing the heavy sword again.

The double-sword female duelist who had already dodged had no time to dodge. The heavy sword pierced her body from the front and was nailed to the wall of the duel arena by the residual force.

"Duel, there is no fairness." Ximu calmly came to the dead female duelist with two swords and pulled out the heavy sword with force.

At this moment, the duel field erupted in cheers, and the audience was very satisfied with this opening.

Everyone knew that this duel was just an appetizer, and Akhtar would have to fight again and again until the real opponent arranged by the duel field came out.

Now it is just a warm-up to mobilize the atmosphere on the scene.

"So handsome, Akhtar!" A lady screamed, "Come to my house tonight, my daughter and I will chat with you."

"My son and I will chat with you!" A strong man shouted, ignoring the frightened son next to him.

"Come to my house, you don't have to work hard in this life!" There are also wealthy women with strong financial resources who are so tempting.

The atmosphere in the duel field is very warm.