I take the witch with me to conquer the world

"Ha...haha..." Looking at Fang Sheng who fell to the ground and was motionless, Donald gasped hard, and finally just managed to laugh twice. In fact, he wanted to give a victory speech at this time, but the tearing pain of his forearm being torn off was unbearable. If it weren't for the magic, he might have lost consciousness directly because of the pain.

Forget it, don’t think about it so much, I won in the end, didn’t I? Donald thought this, and then under the gradually weakening tearing pain, he was finally able to move simply, allowing him to complete the next action.

[Stern expletive], it obviously didn’t hurt that much when I fought back, but now the pain is almost life-threatening... Donald sighed and slowly walked towards his torn off forearm. While the magic is still there, he plans to reattach the broken arm himself first. He doesn't want to become a one-armed supernatural being in the future. In that case, he can only use one hand to feel the soft body of a woman.

This is something he cannot accept or allow.

When he came to the broken arm, he slowly bent down. With just this movement, he felt as if his body was going to be shattered in the next moment, and he was in great pain. Fortunately, he survived.

[Explicit] Damn magic, can’t those lunatics from the Church of War always block the pain? It is said that the pain of [expletive] can make people grow, but these guys [expletive] have never actually felt this kind of pain! Vulgar thoughts appeared in Donald's mind, and he really wanted to chop up all those high-flying dogs.

Picking up the broken arm, he leaned against the wall and sat down slowly, not caring that there was bright red blood under his butt that had not completely dried. He dealt with his injuries slowly and looked around, looking at the bright red everywhere and the frightened gladiators in the cell. He couldn't help but grin, but the pain coming from his body the next moment made him narrow his eyes instantly.

……

In the box, Ulysses, who had watched a scene of novices pecking each other, stood up leisurely. His high-end boots stepped on the expensive carpet. He took the lead to walk towards the door of the box, leaving a light word: "Let's go, let's go." Go finish it off.”

Aldrich trembled, and three steps turned into two steps before he came behind Ulysses and said very respectfully, "Dear Mr. Ulysses, just leave this small matter to me..." The words did not stop. He said it all, because he saw Ulysses turning to look at him with a very inexplicable smile.

Decisively, Aldrich lowered his head and stopped talking. At the same time, he walked in front and said humbly: "Please, Mr. Ulysses, follow me."

Soon, the two came to the passage. Donald, who had temporarily taken care of his injuries, saw a familiar face, stood up and shouted: "Aldrich, in order to complete your mission, I was seriously injured this time." He did not He didn't say it clearly, but he believed Aldrich could understand him.

However, he found that something was wrong with the current situation. Besides Aldrich, there was another person coming, and he was still leading the way for the person behind him in a humble manner!

Involuntarily, Donald stepped aside and said at the same time: "The Aram knight is there. I didn't hit him too hard. He is just unconscious now." He was not stupid. The current situation was clear and he asked not to kill the Aram knight. It was definitely ordered by the handsome gentleman behind Aldrich. He had previously wondered why Aldrich, who had always been decisive in killing, wanted to spare the life of an Aramean.

At the same time, he also had some guesses. Although the Aran knight in front of him was low in strength, his status was definitely not low. He was most likely the heir of a big noble in Aran.

Forget it, why do you think so much? I'm just an ordinary transcendent who just completes the orders given by my superiors. Donald cut off the thoughts in his mind and returned to his previous wandering self.

At this time, the mysterious handsome man in Donald's eyes spoke: "You did a good job. This bottle of potion is your reward and can restore your injuries."

As Ulysses said, a ray of silver light drew a perfect arc in the air. Donald caught it subconsciously, then bowed his head and praised: "Thank you, sir, for your kindness."

After making sure that he had nothing to do next, Donald left. Before leaving, he glanced at Aldrich with some admiration in his eyes.

He already recognized who this gentleman was. As an extraordinary person affiliated with the Church of War, he naturally knew about this gentleman's deeds. Naturally, he also knew that the church's attitude towards him had changed from pride in the beginning to hostility now. But what does that have to do with him? He is just a small person guarding the arena.

What's more, he can have this leisurely job now, and Mr. Ulysses' strategy of admonishing the late emperor. But speaking of it, this gentleman is really scary. A small national policy calmed down Ste and even satisfied everyone.

It's just the Sturt people who are satisfied, and people from other countries will suffer the same consequences. Donald thought, of course he would not do anything unnecessary. He was not the kind of person who would enjoy the bonuses from the arena and eat with his mouth full of oil. Then he turned his head and licked his lips, righteously scolding the unethical hypocrites in the arena.

In his opinion, those guys who enjoy the value brought by the arena and then backhandedly denounce it are all hypocrites. But there were actually many such people in the Stur Empire, which made him a little confused.

……

In the passage, Ulysses waved his hand gently, and the blood in the air was instantly dispersed. Aldrich beside him even felt that the air was much fresher.

Aldrich stood aside with his head lowered, not looking at Ulysses' actions, just waiting calmly.

And Ulysses squatted in front of the unconscious Fang Sheng, playing with the silver ring and looking at Fang Sheng calmly in front of him. He was extremely dissatisfied with this meeting. He was really not worthy of him now. name.

However, he didn't mind waiting for him in front of him. After all, interesting individuals like him were unique in this world. Are you right, a guest from another world?

Ulysses smiled, used magic to lift up the half-dead and unconscious young knight in front of him, and walked out of the passage.

Ah, guest from another world, I wonder what you gained from this drama starring you? Do you think this drama is worth continuing? Or do you think continuing to be in this drama will get you what you want?

Ulysses was very curious about these questions. He wanted to see how this immature knight would perform in the next drama. If he lost a lot of things, how would he choose?