Peace of the Pirate

Qin Ping has never hated the word "immersive" so much. .

With the lessons learned from the first fight, Qin Ping did not even look at the whole process of the second fight. However, Mafusi's commentary continued to come in from the loudspeaker.

Through those words, Qin Ping felt that his imagination had been stimulated, and he outlined the whole process in his mind.

Until he heard Mafus describing the death of Murloc No. 30, and then the blood of Machete No. 9 appeared in his mind again.

Oops, the nauseating feeling came over again.

Fortunately, he probably had finished vomiting just now. After retching twice, nothing more came out. Qin Ping successfully suppressed this urge.

I actually have a little admiration for Mafusi. He is definitely a talent in this field. If you put this ability in his world, he would definitely become a popular host.

But only such a guy can be an ordinary person in front of the Tianlong people with ease. Of course, it may have something to do with the boss behind him.

……

In Roswald's box, Charles was pestering his father for slave number 7.

"Father, can you lend me Slave No. 7?"

Charros begged, he couldn't see how powerful Slave No. 7 was, but he knew that this slave had a high bounty, and he could win the gladiatorial battle easily.

Roswad did not rush to agree to his son's request. He felt that he could put forward some conditions at this time: "Then do you remember what I just said?"

Charros frowned, and his nose was about to fall to the ground. In the end, his desire for slaves defeated his vanity: "I remember, I will definitely have a good relationship with that guy Radled, No more conflicts with him."

To build a good relationship, all I have to do is go there.

Xia Lulia on the side thought to herself that she really didn't have much confidence in her brother.

"Okay." Roswad nodded. He actually didn't have much confidence in Charros, but he still had to have this heart.

"When it's over, go to the slave cells and ask for them. I will give them orders."

After hearing his father's agreement, Charros happily sat back in his seat and ate his snacks. He had already begun to imagine the majestic scene of sitting on the broad back of Slave No. 7.

After dealing with his son, Roswaard looked at the motionless arena below, frowning, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his heart as to why there was suddenly no movement.

……

Starting from the big sword No. 9 in the first game, Murloc No. 30 died decently, so there was no need to clean up the arena floor this time.

It was only after a period of time that the news announcing the start of the third game did not appear.

After the Tianlong people in the box became suspicious, Mafus appeared in the arena again.

"I'm sorry to keep you all waiting for so long, because I suddenly received the latest notification."

Mahfoos bowed apologetically to each box, and then began to explain the whole story.

"Because the first two games were very short, before the start of the third game, we decided to temporarily add a link, which was a long-lost inter-game entertainment performance!"

A show during games?

Qin Ping's frown suddenly relaxed, and he looked at Prussia beside him in confusion: "What is this?"

Pruss thought about it carefully and replied: "These slave gladiatorial performances are actually a struggle between the Celestial Dragons and the Celestial Dragons, so in many cases the slaves who compete are not of the same strength."

"Sometimes the difference is large, and sometimes it is very similar. This leads to great variables in the duel time. It may be too long or too short."

To facilitate Qin Ping's understanding, Prussia gave an example.

"Like today, the combined time of the two games is only ten minutes, and the interval between them is only half an hour."

"It's okay if the time is too long, the Tianlong people can enjoy watching it more, but if the time is too short, it will easily cause the Tianlong people to be dissatisfied."

"At this time, there will be entertainment performances to fill up the time, which can be regarded as an additional entertainment item for the Tianlong people."

"What's the specific content?" Qin Ping nodded. This was somewhat similar to the previous cheerleading performance, but not exactly the same.It's not as bloody and cruel as anything, maybe he can still take a look.

Pruss thought about it carefully and said: "This program is not included in every performance. The content of the program is often decided on a temporary basis. I remember that one time I invited a famous musician who was a guest at Mary Joya. Come perform.”

While the master and servant were communicating about this entertainment performance, there was new movement in the arena.

Under the spotlight, two guards appeared from the two exits, one on the left and one on the right, and walked towards the center of the arena.

A guard was pushing a box, his face wrapped in black cloth, and he could barely see the shape of the covered object.

Another guard was holding a slave girl with a stained face.

This slave girl's face was stained and her face could not be seen clearly. Her hair was disheveled on her shoulders, her clothes were shabby, her hands were tied behind her back by an iron chain, and the other end was held in the guard's hand.As the guard pulled, he staggered.

After hearing that it was a show for fun, Qin Ping came to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Seeing this scene at this moment, he frowned. In the past, he had always been a rich and powerful male slave, either a fishman or a pirate.

But now a woman appeared. Seeing her, Qin Ping thought of Kerla from Horus, one of his goals in coming to this arena this time.

"Pruss, have you seen the Kerla that Herus mentioned? Look, is that the one below?" Qin Ping pointed downwards, signaling to Pruss.

Prussia scratched his head: "Master, I'm ashamed to say that I have never seen that slave. I only know that she works in this arena, and that brat Herus also met her here. ."

"But it seems that he is not that old." Prussia thought for a long time and then added.

What does it mean!Qin Ping shook his head helplessly, forget it, let's go find it after it's over.

After transporting the things to the center of the arena, the two guards retreated to the darkness, leaving the stage to Maphos.

"My Lords, I thank you very much for your patience."

While he was talking, Mafus walked to the box with a confident smile. He believed that this show would definitely satisfy those Tianlong people.

"Now."

Maphos's hand grasped a corner of the red cloth.

"Let me reveal the true nature of this show to everyone."

He raised his hand and the red cloth fluttered in the air.

"That's a guess on the type of devil fruit!"

The red cloth gently fell behind the slave girl on the side,

A strange red fruit appeared in front of everyone!

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