Arad's crooked savior

next day

Ye Lin, who was kicked out by Tana, had a hasty breakfast and went to Billmark again to arrange the fake documents carefully made from earthen jars.

In the capital of Delos, Vetalon, the weekly arena competition is about to begin. The extremely heated atmosphere is mixed with the subtle smell of blood, stimulating the brain nerves and adrenaline of every noble.

The contestants who have gone through layers of selection within the empire's territories and come to the arena on countless corpses will do everything they can for the emperor's "one wish" and for the last battle of their lives.

The death fight in the arena is exciting, but the opening of the casino outside the arena is even more intoxicating and you can't extricate yourself.

Two days before the start of every weekly arena, the information of the participants will be announced for gamblers to place their bets on which player they are optimistic about.

This kind of competitive gambling organized by the empire has made countless people addicted to it, whether they are soldiers or civilians, they have all turned into crazy gamblers who have lost their minds. There are only a few cards in their minds that may make them rich in an instant, or they may be worthless. Gambling tickets.

As an official, the Empire not only controls the odds, but also extracts handling fees from gamblers. It has everything, and it must grasp all the money it comes in, and it will always make a profit without losing money.

The arena has become a venue for gambling on human lives and an exchange for the flow of funds.

The nobles who enjoy it can't wait to come every day, but those who are a little bit sick can vomit for two days and can't eat after one visit.

The time gradually came to noon, and there were still two hours before the official start time.

At this time, outside the arena, two people were walking side by side, talking quietly.

"Mrs. Beja, how are you preparing for today?"

Barn, dressed in formal attire, smiling calmly and gracefully, asked the person in charge of the arena in front of him.

The female knight wears a blue formal uniform and a smooth and delicate clay mask with a few strokes of red dye on the edges. The mask's style is somewhat masculine.

And her name is Beatrice.

"Viscount Barn, believe me, this will be the most exciting duel in history!"

"You say that every time."

Baan glanced around. The nobles in gorgeous clothes were chatting and laughing, and were slowly walking towards the Empire Arena not far away.

Judging from the current situation, those who didn't know would have thought that the nobles were preparing to attend some elegant high-class party.

"His Majesty the Emperor will come today."

Beatrice was slightly startled when she heard this. No one could see the subtle expression of disgust under her mask.

She nodded lightly to show her knowledge. Leon would always come once every four games a month, so she wasn't too surprised.

"Today's contestants include magic gunners, ghost hand patients, qigong masters who have practiced forbidden tattoos, and members of the Black Shock Corps who were captured by the empire. His Majesty's test monsters are also indispensable. Of course, among them, only One can survive.”

She took out a piece of information about the participating members from her sleeve and handed it to Barn. She just wanted to ask him if he was interested in placing a bet. If he was lucky, the gold coins could be doubled to have a child.

The most reassuring thing about the Imperial Arena is that the players, or death candidates, will never make any mistakes before participating, such as poisoning, curses, etc...

What the nobles pursue is the ultimate bloody enjoyment and peak technical struggle.

It can also be said that when the participating members were sent to the arena on the outskirts of Vetalun, that week, they were treated with meticulous care by the uncle!

Of course, only for one week.

The person who wins will continue to be the boss, and the person who loses will have his blood watering the ground of the arena.

"No, I'm just protecting His Majesty the Emperor and patrolling around the arena."

Barn smiled gracefully and declined the invitation to place a bet. Today he is responsible for patrolling the perimeter.

On the day Emperor Lyon attended, the security of the arena was also at the highest level. Patrols began a thousand meters away from the arena, and not even a fly could break through the blockade within a hundred meters.

The emperor would naturally have powerful guards to protect him, and he himself was also a good swordsman.

Beatrice looked around, took a step closer to Barn, and seemed to ask casually:

"Duke Brandt once proposed changing the frequency of competitions in the arena from once a week to once every five days, saying it would promote tax revenue. What do you think?"

There was a sudden pause in the speed of the march, but he immediately pretended that there was mud in his shoes, stood on tiptoes and tapped: "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"no respond."

"hehe……"

Baan smiled strangely and shook his head slightly without answering, nor did he need to answer.

Anyone who has even a shred of conscience in their hearts knows that the arena, which is the source of evil, has sped up the frequency of games, which is even more devastating for the civilians who are living a difficult life.

But if Leon agrees to the suggestions and conditions, even if everyone in the world opposes it, what does it matter?

"I really hope this arena..." Beatrice glanced in the direction of the arena: "Forget it now. I don't have to run here once a week. It's annoying."

Ahem~

Baan coughed loudly and rolled his eyes and cursed at the same time. Only this boss dared to say this, but after all, don't take him with you!

Not only His Majesty likes the arena, but the nobles also like it.

Whoever blew up the arena would have hit the entire upper class of Delos in the face, with a mace studded with iron nails.

It is estimated that no one would dare to think about the arena unless they were gods.

As for Beatrice, who left Barn helpless, she was nominally the manager of the Imperial Arena, a mysterious woman wearing a strange mask.

Someone once saw her true appearance. She was about forty years old, well-maintained, and had a sharp and stern temperament.

If Leon is the monarch of Delos, then Beatrice is the queen of darkness.

She herself has reached an unpredictable situation, that is, Barn thinks that when facing Beatrice, the chance of winning is only about 10% to 20%.

The other party is keen to capture some extremely dangerous monsters in the wild and put them in the arena for experiments.

She had taken action against the dragon clan and Leviathan, but unfortunately, she had no results.

The former was forced to flee deep into the volcano, and the latter was the first monster infected by the apostle's breath that was born on the day of the red moon after Shilok transferred to Arad.

Leviathan is so powerful that even the hunters among the Magic Lancers are helpless, and there is nothing she can do.

Beatrice slowly raised her head and looked at the sky through the hole in her mask. Dark clouds were pressing over the city, and several muffled thunders sounded in the gloom.

"It seems that the weather is not very good today." Barn shrugged.

However, even a downpour could not wet even a single piece of clothing of the nobles, and the competition in the arena would never stop.

"Where is that girl Isabella? I heard that she was given a marriage?" she asked again.

Naturally, the news about the princess could not be hidden from Beatrice, but she did not know the specific details, and even ordinary nobles did not know anything about it.

Baan was obviously stunned, a little stunned. When was the third princess given a marriage?

But the boss asked where it was, not whether you knew about the marriage.

"Your Royal Highness, it seems that you are in Hutton Mar."

"Oh~ Hutton Mare..." Beatrice spoke in a subtle tone, seemingly interested in this. She seemed to have heard of the new generation of demon sword master, who lived there?

"The weather is crazy, forget it, I hope today goes well, I'll take my leave now."

Baan bowed his hand, changed direction and continued patrolling.

At the same time, thousands of meters away from the curtain tower, the saint's cry was heard.

Siatt carefully wiped the Fury of the Mad Dragon with a soft cloth. One of the three new Ghost Beads on her left hand had already collapsed.

The accompanying effect was that the pain doubled, the left hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly, and his face turned pale.

Captain Root and Ludmila looked at each other and said worriedly: "Girl, when the arena starts, the defense forces are very tight, with a thousand-meter alert, we can't get past the Call of the Saint."

Ludmila sighed and suggested again: "How about we change cities, it only takes half an hour."

"No! I will kill you."

A trace of stubbornness appeared on Siatt's face, and her voice was extremely bitter.