Pirate's Unlimited Loot

Two weeks have passed since Bai Lan participated in the arena. The Tianlong people seemed to have forgotten Bai Lan and no longer paid attention to him.

Back in time, just after Bai Lan finished the arena, he was talking to Harry with a gloomy face in the hall of Holy Roswader.

"Speak for yourself, who did it?"

"Sir, I am a steward who manages slaves. He replaced the dire wolf that was going to participate in the competition with a desert black wolf." Harry replied with fear as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Humph, a little steward? How dare he dare to tamper with my arena? Tell me! What courage does he have!" Saint Roswader asked angrily.

"My people almost tortured him to death, but he just refused to tell the name of the person who was behind it." The sweat on Harry's forehead kept pouring out like a faucet that had not been tightened. He crawled deeper, almost lying on the ground.

"Hmph, trash, do you still need to ask? Who else dares to go against me except Saint Cromidal?" Saint Roswader waved the scepter in his hand and hit Harry all over the face, and Harry As motionless as a sculpture, he allowed Saint Roswader to beat him and scold him.

After taking a breath, maybe because he was tired from the beating, Holy Roswader threw aside the scepter in his hand and said to Harry, who had been beaten to a bloody pulp: "Please help me win this bet in the arena." For the sake of a lot of money, I will give you one last chance. If you disappoint me again, go feed the wolves yourself!"

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..." Harry couldn't help but kowtow his head, tears streaming down his face, mixed with blood, making him look miserable, without any of his usual arrogance and arrogance.

"Also, don't let that slave boy die. Being able to kill an opponent several times stronger than him in his first participation in the arena shows that he still has some talent. I still have to observe him carefully." He looked at it indifferently Harry, who had been kowtowing, Saint Roswader added.

"Yes, I understand." Harry didn't hear the meaning of Saint Roswader asking him to stop, and continued to kowtow vigorously, making a dull banging sound every time. The marble floor tiles in front of him were already covered with Bloodstains.

After watching Harry kowtow for a while, he probably got tired of it and waved his hand, "Okay, get out of here!"

"Your Majesty, please excuse me." Harry hurriedly raised his head as if he was relieved, got up with some difficulty, and walked groggily out of the palace.

After Harry walked out of the hall, the person who had been hiding at the back came out.

"Father, are you giving him too much credit by just letting him go? This time we almost embarrassed ourselves in front of Saint Cromidal."

A disgusting man with a snot hanging from his face asked Saint Roswald who was sitting on the main seat.

"Hmph, it's enough to teach him a lesson. He has done a good job managing the arena for us over the years. If he dies, who will manage such a big arena for us? Is it up to you, brother?" "At this time, another woman wearing a veil came out and said with some disdain to the man who just spoke.

"you……"

"Well, Shalulia Palace said it right. Harry is indeed a useful dog. It would be too wasteful to execute him like this. But if he disappoints me, I will let him understand that sometimes death is also a kind of happiness."

"Father is wise," Saint Charlos and Charuliya, who came out from the back of the palace one after another, saw Saint Roswader speaking and responded in unison.

"Saint Cromidal has planned to take control of our arena for more than a day or two. After all, such a big piece of cake is always tempting, but this time he miscalculated. He didn't expect that slave boy to be able to turn the tables and let him "I lost a lot of money." When he said this, Saint Roswader began to gloat about his misfortune. In the end, all the money lost by Saint Cromidal ended up in his hands.

"We have to be more vigilant in the future. He almost succeeded this time. If that kid dies in the arena, the other immortals will not be able to sit still. We will be in real trouble. They put all their hopes on I killed that kid." In fact, Saint Roswader didn't really believe in Bai Lan's ability to bring the dead back to life, but since the people were all in his hands, there was absolutely no possibility of handing them over.