Lord of Industrialization

A carriage stopped in front of the arena, and Bili Rey got off the car with some excitement.

She was dressed up and made up carefully today, and felt that she was more beautiful than ever before.

Since she had received the invitation from Grand Duke Wessen, she must make a good impression on him and must stay by his side.

She said coldly to the two maids behind her: "Be careful today, don't mess it up."

Frederick's box arrived, Bili took a deep breath and adjusted the smile on her face.

Cabbage and lettuce were guarding outside the door, and they stopped Bili's maid.

Bili didn't care and pushed the door open and walked in.

The box was quiet, and there was nothing on the chairs and tables.

Bili thought when she walked in that she must have come too early.

When she entered the door, two armored warriors suddenly rushed out from both sides.

"What are you doing? I'm invited by Grand Duke Wessen!"

Bi Li shouted, punching and kicking with all her might, desperately resisting, but it was useless. She was quickly subdued by the warriors, tied up, stuffed with a large piece of rag in her mouth, and dragged away.

The box next door was very lively, and Frederick watched the first game of the day with great interest.

On one side of the field was a player wearing an old tin can, and on the other side was a warrior from the southern continent.

The southern visitor was very frustrated, and every attack of his was seen through by the opponent. Whether it was stabbing, chopping, sweeping, or swiping with the sword, it was stopped by the opponent halfway.

Because the one who was defeated was a foreigner, the audience was very excited and cheered for the tin can.

Frederick held the daughter of the spice merchant in the city, rested his chin on her shoulder, ate the grapes stuffed by the sister of the owner of the carriage shop next to him, and his mouth curled up slightly.

The game ended with the victory of the tin can without suspense, and entered the quarterfinals. Frederick made another fortune.

It was Shitou's turn to play in the next match.

He was only wearing a narrow warrior suit, and he was holding a long steel pipe instead of a sword, with one end sharpened and the other end wrapped with several layers of cloth strips for easy grip.

The whole audience was in an uproar, and even his opponent was stunned.

Frederick took the telescope and carefully observed Shitou's expression, and found that his temperament was a little different, as if he had experienced some kind of enlightenment, and he had a firm and strong self-confidence.

"Not simple, not simple." Frederick sighed softly.

When the gap in weapons and equipment was huge, he could still be so calm, either a fool or a master who was extremely confident in himself.

The game would not end because the player was holding a steel pipe.

Shitou's opponent focused all his attention and did not relax at all.

Now Shitou would move faster without armor. From the perspective of weapons, only stabbing was useful, and the lack of protective gear was a flaw, so he could attack instead of defend.

At the beginning of the game, as soon as the two sides fought, Frederick knew who would win.

"Let's go back." Frederick stood up, "I won this game."

Now Shitou's opponent was very frustrated, and the steel pipe kept hitting the fingers of his sword-holding hand.

His fingers were only protected by leather armor, and soon he was hit so hard that his right hand could not hold the sword, so he had to change hands.

Shitou's steps were light and agile, and he kept moving around the ring, making the most of his speed and flexibility, and flying kites from time to time.

At the entrance of the competition venue, Gresco and other players looked at him in dismay.

Gresco said, "He's too mean."

Another player next to him said, "He's in such a state that he'll be finished with a sword. He can't win without this mean trick."

"If I win, I'll play him in the afternoon. I have to buy a small shield to protect my hands at noon."

Gresco said as he watched, "His steps are too agile, like a wasp that wants to sting people. He can't keep up with it even if he wears armor."

"I think his style is different from yours."

A player said, "This is a southern style. It's very hot there in the summer. If you wear armor and get exposed to the sun for a while, you will get heatstroke."

Other players did not despise Shitou because his tactics were a bit mean. You have to know that the hand holding the sword is not only a small target, but also keeps moving at high speed. It is more difficult to hit it accurately than piercing the throat.

The result of the game was just as Frederick expected.

What happened last night has been published in today's newspapers and soon spread among the audience in the arena.

Many people naturally sympathize with the weak. When they feel sorry for Shitou, they suddenly find that he is actually a strong man who defeated his opponent with his superb skills in adversity.

Ludovico was so excited in the stands that his face turned red. He accompanied Boli and Shitou in the church until the second half of the night last night and saw a lot of things.

He saw that the angry Boli ordered everyone in the butcher shop to take up arms and go to the streets to find clues about the bandits, and personally visited the major gangs in the city to seek help, so that many restaurants and families in the city had no fresh meat to eat today.

Those gangs did not dare to provoke Boli, who was like a mad dog. At least they agreed to help on the surface, and then sent the lowest-level minions to pretend to inquire.

He saw Shitou praying in front of the altar for most of the night, and suddenly he had a great enlightenment. He asked Boli for a long steel pipe, cut it off and used it as a weapon for the competition.

Ludovico originally planned to write a satirical tragedy based on this prototype, but now it seems to be developing in the direction of comedy that he is good at.

He looked at the cheering crowd around him and thought that such a comedy that was different from the traditional theme should be very popular.

The game was over. Although Shitou won, there was no excitement on his face.

When he walked off the field, Gresco and others congratulated him, but he just nodded in response.

Shitou's opponent walked out of the arena with his sword under his arm, looking depressed.

Losing is not a big deal, but losing in this way is a joke. You have to move to another place and change your name.

The stone came to the church near the arena.

Adele was lying quietly in a ward, as if she was asleep.

Her original breastplate was thick, and the knife did not damage her heart. However, the knife was poisonous, and she lost too much blood. She remained unconscious after the wound was cleaned and treated.

Shitou noticed that her face had a little more color than in the morning, and it seemed to be improving.

Poli was sleeping on another bed in the ward. He had been running around all night, and his eyes were bloodshot when he came in the morning.

The nun who was taking care of Adele saw the stone coming and said softly to him: "Don't worry, someone sent a good antidote just after you left this morning. After the girl drank it, the toxin was quickly resolved. You’ll wake up soon.”

Shitou breathed a sigh of relief and immediately asked: "Which adult sent you the antidote?"

There is no need for poison in the arena, so there are no antidotes in the church. The only medicines that are always available are medicines to deal with common poisonous insects such as scorpions.

The poison in Adele was a bit troublesome, and as soon as day broke, the bishop went to other churches to find an antidote.

The nun shook her head and said, "I don't know. He's a fourteen or fifteen-year-old kid with a southern accent. He said you'll know it in two days."

Shitou thought for a while, but he didn't know him, so he could only ask about it later.

On the other side, a large motorcade drove into the city of Milan, flying the flag of a golden double-headed eagle on a red background.

Alleppe had been waiting outside the city gate early in the morning. When he saw the gift from Frederick to the Duke of Milan, he immediately arranged for them to go to their residence.

Frederick returned home and was having serious fun with the girls. When he heard the motorcade coming, he immediately asked Alleppe to make arrangements. At the same time, he sent someone to ask the Archduke of Milan if he was free.