Mercenaries and Adventurers

Keir's description is a bit harsh, but it is very vivid.

Others were not as cautious as him. Mr. Scott even scolded directly: "Rosa, you short thing, you said not to run around at night, why are you still like this!"

He seems to come here often to play, so he knows each other with the managers here.

"Oh, it's Mr. Scott from Burning Stove. I'm sorry, I scared everyone! My fault, it's all my fault."

The visitor stopped 'rolling', and then walked slowly and well. With the barely illuminated stone passageway, Kiel saw that the person who came was a short, fat middle-aged man.

The upturned beard on his face was a little funny, but the fat thug behind this man was a real existence that ordinary people would not underestimate.

"Ah, there are Mr. Deripari and Mr. Ottosfetten. Good evening, both respected gentlemen! The other one must be the northern knight who came to town today? Hello, hello."

Saying hello to the other two senior stewards, the middle-aged steward of the arena, who has become a fine wine barrel, bowed reluctantly to Kiel. Seeing his strenuous effort, Kiel wondered if this man could do anything when he bowed his head. Can't look over your stomach and see your feet?

"Well, it's my first time in Dorne, and I happened to be attending a banquet tonight, and I'm here to have fun. What fun things do you have here? Mr. Puntolisa advertised that your place is better than the Colosseum in the town Ah? Is there any?"

The short, fat middle-aged steward named Rosa took an unexpected look at the old Mr. Puntolisa. He didn't expect that his own territory, which was not valued in the past, would be so favored by his superiors?

He quickly responded to the young knight's question: "Yes, yes! Although it is already halfway through tonight, there are still some interesting competitions here! Since the knights and gentlemen are here tonight, I will definitely let you The people below will come up with the best competitions, and everyone will be satisfied! This is not a place to talk, please move your feet and go to the viewing platform inside!"

To get out of the way, the short and fat Rosa moved his calf and walked in front, making way for the people who followed to enter the passage.

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Compared to the slums outside which are dark and dark at night, although the rocky passages inside the Colosseum are narrow and the lighting is insufficient, it is much stronger than the outside.

After entering the gate, everyone walked more than ten meters towards the curved passage on the right, and then walked into a small thick wooden door that was specially opened on the side amidst the reverberation of gradually noisy voices.

The thick wooden door is engraved with two villains fighting with daggers and swords. The movements are quite abstract. Obviously, the engravings do not have the ability to fight, so the symbolic significance of the engraving on the door is greater than the actual significance.

But as soon as you enter the thick wooden door, the oncoming stone steps inside are covered with rare wool carpets.

Keir raised his eyebrows, walked in the front of the crowd, followed the short and fat steward who led the way, and went up more than ten steps with turning steps, and came to an indoor viewing platform that was not too big.

It is about twenty square meters, with a rock wall on one side and a viewing platform covered with thick curtains on the other.

At this moment, the noisy and noisy voices came indistinctly from the other side of the thick curtain, mixed with cheers and curses, as well as people's screams and cheers, vicious curses that some locals would use, and Kiel even heard It took me a while to realize that I was swearing.

"I'm sorry, my lords, most of the people watching below are uneducated poor people, so their low voices interfere with the ears of adults."

The chunky steward had to bow and apologize, but Mr. Scott didn't care about that. He came to the edge of the thick curtain, raised a corner with his hand, and looked at the bright and noisy environment outside with great interest: "OK Yes, that’s what I want, haha, hurry up and arrange a new fighting event for tonight, it must be exciting and beautiful, and you must not lose to the Colosseum in the city. Otherwise, someone will boast, But it won’t come back.”

Mr. Puntolisa snorted angrily, ignored the sharp-tongued Scott, and found a seat near the edge to sit down on his own, and tapped the empty small table next to the seat with his fingers : "Rosa, is this how you entertain VIPs? Not even a drink? Where's your treasure?"

After being told by the immediate boss, the short and fat steward immediately jumped up, and screamed excitedly at the last thugs who came in: "Yes, yes, yes! Where's my rare wine? Where's the maid? There are also fruits and desserts! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! What are you still doing? Do you want to go down and fight with people yourself? Get up!"

The thugs who were urged panicked and ran out immediately to contact the various supplies and appliances in the VIP room of the arena.

This VIP viewing room is not used once a month or two on average, and it is usually empty. Fortunately, there has never been a lack of sanitation here, otherwise some of them would be really unlucky today.

Mr. Ottosfetten struggled to find a seat and sat down, then panted and waved his hand to the door and said: "Open this curtain, let me see what it looks like here."

Manager Rosa was very nervous, and even helped when other people went up to open the curtain. Mr. Puntorissa frowned and was displeased.

The curtain with the track on the top was pulled left and right, and in just a moment, everything bright and noisy outside could be viewed from the high VIP viewing platform.

Keir was not in a hurry to find a place to sit down. He came to the edge of the stone fence in front, and like Mr. Scott, leaned his upper body out, looking at everything below from a height similar to the second or third floor.

The Colosseum is an open indoor circular field with a rock dome at the top, and there are several huge lamp sockets protruding from it, burning firewood with oil inside to provide lighting for the entire spacious indoor environment.

There is a hole the size of a human head next to the lamp holder, and the smoke generated by the burning material in the lamp holder is somehow sucked in and discharged out of the building. Obviously, the designer of this building took into account the smoke exhaust and ventilation of the lighting objects when designing the building.

The bottom facing the circular stone top is a fighting field with a diameter of about fifteen meters. The place is not big, but more than 100 square meters are barely enough for watching battles.

The ground of the fighting arena is reddish sand soaked in blood. The ground is flat, but there are a few broken weapons scattered on the ground. At this time, two men were fighting each other indiscriminately here.

The onlookers were cursing and shouting in the higher-level auditorium around the fighting venue. As soon as Keel heard it, he knew that most of them were cursing at the level of fighting between the two. I can do whatever I want, the words of picking up the broken weapons on the ground and beating the enemy, mixed with local slang and curse words, reflected back and forth in the room.

Accompanied by the intrusion of the sound, what is even more impressive is the indescribable smell coming from it.

Different from the pure smell of blood, the smell that Keel smelled at this time was also mixed with vomited food, feces and excrement, as well as the smell of sweat and bad breath from everyone cursing and making noise.

All of them were mixed together, and the light shone from the opened curtain into the VIP viewing room.

Mr. Scott sniffed the smell intoxicatedly, with a strange smile on his face: "Haha, Knight Kiel, how is it? Does this smell make you digest well?"

Keir looked as usual, shrugging his shoulders easily, obviously this was just a trivial matter to him.

But the friends behind couldn't do it anymore. Mr. Ottosfetten's face quickly turned pale, and he called his entourage to find utensils to catch the vomit.

But fortunately, this thing was obviously prepared in the VIP room. A delicate wooden barrel was sent to Mr. Ottosfetten's mouth, and he just held it and vomited it out. But he didn't eat much tonight, so he didn't vomit anything, so he could only lie on his back in the chair, panting weakly.

The chubby steward had a frightened expression on his face, for fear that Mr. Otto Sfitten, who is a senior steward of the United Chamber of Commerce, would feel disgusted by him.

But apparently others don't see it that way.

Mr. Puntolisa covered his mouth and nose lightly with a pure white handkerchief that he carried with him, and asked with a smile, "How is it, young man?"

However, Mr. Ottosfetten is also a particularly stubborn person. After he vomited and took a breath, his complexion improved a little, and he also learned to cover his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and replied weakly: "It's very good, Bang Mr. Tolisa. I'm fine now, uh, uh, here, also, that's all."

At this time, some entertainments that should be expected in the VIP room were gradually brought in. The local manager Mr. Rosa's wine collection turned out to be two large glass bottles of imperial wine, which surprised everyone present.

"Good thing, Rosa, I didn't expect you to have such a good wine hidden, and I haven't seen you bring it out to entertain me before? Okay, Mr. Puntorissa is here, so I took it out, right?"

Screaming strangely, Scott came over and snatched a bottle from the thugs. First, he found the origin and year of the wine produced by the Empire on the bottle, and then exclaimed excitedly: "It's the wine produced by Palandolo! Look at the year." , it was produced in the Empire in 1973, ten years of good wine. Rosa, don't tell me this is a new product that you just got?"

The chubby steward Rosa waved his hands dumbfoundingly: "I just got it, a wine worthy of collection, really, it was a gift from my relatives last winter."

However, everyone present did not believe it, and Scott snatched the wine glass from the handmaid who arrived, opened the bottle and poured himself a glass.

But he didn't rush to drink, but first let the wine fully contact with the air in the glass, and carefully smelled the aroma of the wine in the glass during the process.

"It's a pity that this place really doesn't deserve a good bottle of wine."

Mr. Ottosfetten refuted Scott's opinion: "That's not the case. Here, um, the smell of blood here is quite suitable for this glass of dark red wine. Isn't that what the poet Coninders said: 'Alcohol is like blood, and it is most suitable for drinking on the battlefield.' Although this is not a battlefield, it is also a place for **** fights. It should be quite suitable, right?"

He didn't believe what he said, but after taking the glass of wine poured to him by the maid, Keel leaned slightly on the fence, watched the two young men fighting each other, sniffed the wine glass he raised, and poured I think it's quite appropriate.

He himself felt that this place made him more comfortable than the previous banquet hall.

Especially the yelling and cursing of the poor people watching from below reminded him of the daily fighting games after the army camped in the past period of time.

The aroma of the wine reminded him of the experience of being knocked down in those games, and the experience of knocking down opponents one after another in turn.

Mr. Olier the Dry, who had been silent all this time, looked at the struggle below, frowned and said to Rosa, the manager here, "I've been here for a while, why, those two soft Haven't you finished fighting the leg shrimp yet? Are the audience a little bored without watching?"

The short and fat steward who received the instruction immediately bowed, said yes, then turned around and shouted sharply to his thugs: "Did you hear that? Mr. Deripari and other distinguished guests can't see this kind of thing. The time-delaying fight, go down and tell those two people, it won’t end in fifty breaths, no matter who wins today, the debt they owe will not be less! Defeat the opponent! I will award the winner a silver, no, Twenty, copper, copper coins!"

The thug facing him rolled his eyes, feeling helpless for this stingy man in charge, so he had no choice but to accept his orders.

Soon, everyone on the viewing platform saw that thug came to the edge of the fence stone steps of the arena and said something to the two people below. Afterwards, the two young men who were still hesitating and fighting cautiously rushed towards each other with a roar, and hugged each other like chicken blood.

The audience was startled, so they cheered up and came to the front, waving the small wooden chips in their hands at the two people who were hugging and fighting fiercely, and cheering hoarsely for the bettors.

"Hit! Hit him in the eye!"

"Idiot, you should bite his ear! That thing is right next to your mouth! Open your mouth and bite!"

"Okay, it's okay to trip him! If you win, I'll buy you a drink!"

"Bastard! Bastard! %%￥, step back and drag him down! Hey, what happened!"

Soon, in less than fifty breaths, the fight was decided. The young man who tripped his opponent stood on the ground with blood all over his face, roaring loudly, enjoying the cheers and abuse from the people around him. While his opponent was lying unconscious on the reddish sand, with one arm folded and blood in the corner of his eye.

Soon, the low iron gates on both sides of the arena were opened, and the staff walked out of the arena, carried away the wounded, and sent a piece of paper to the standing winner.

The young man who defeated his opponent carefully looked at the paper document in front of him, and even compared whether the red handprint on it matched his own palm.

In the end, the young man tore up the paper with cheers, pumping his fists and cheering even more excitedly.

Keir chuckled all his life: "This is the debtor's arrears document? Is that thing real or fake?"

The short and fat Mr. Rosa did not dare to respond, but Mr. Puntolisa said solemnly: "Of course it is true. If it is fake, can this place survive for a long time? Right? The business is pursuing a mountain It is maintained for a long time like a stream, rather than a temporary profit harvest like a mountain torrent. Therefore, reputation, whether it is the reputation of decent people among the partners of the chamber of commerce, or the low reputation of these debtors, is important and needs lasted for a long time.”

These words were not only in response to Knight Kiel, but also for the stewards here.

Mr. Rosa had a look of understanding, and he didn't know if he was pretending or if he really listened.

The other senior executives understood these principles, so they didn't take it seriously. They all sipped rare drinks and speculated about the next fight.

Due to the haste, the manager Rosa didn't know what the subordinates were planning to do next. He wiped his sweat carefully, hoping that his subordinates would come up with something highly ornamental, so that none of these big figures he could afford to offend. , I wish I was satisfied watching it tonight.

Usually he is domineering here, how could he have thought that he would be so nervous today.

Scott, who often comes here, is fine. Although he is a senior manager of the 'Burning Furnace' Chamber of Commerce, his personality is very compatible with him. Usually, the other party will not come to this high place to watch, but personally in the auditorium. Cheer from a distance and enjoy the game.

Especially this rich man, who bets a lot of money every time, which is far beyond the comparison of those poor people with little money in their pockets.

It's just that his immediate superior, Mr. Pontorissa, who hardly came here today, also came here, which made him extremely nervous, for fear that something might go wrong, or something he shouldn't be seen would be seen.

Because his position, to be honest, can only be appointed or dismissed by Mr. Puntolisa's words.

In the final analysis, this is completely an independent industry of the 'Golden Scythe' chamber of commerce, and no other chamber of commerce's funds and personnel are involved, so how to manage it and who will manage it are all matters of the senior executives of the chamber of commerce.

Moreover, in the United Chamber of Commerce in Dorne Town, unlike other chambers of commerce, Bantorissa, who is the senior manager, has no one else to share power with him. He is the manager. The other members of the chamber of commerce also have businesses in other places, and the stalls are very large, and the president and vice president are not in Dorne Town.

Especially in the current chaotic situation, it is estimated that in the next year or so, other managers of the chamber of commerce will not come over.

That's why the short and fat Rosa was so nervous at this moment.

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"Next, for everyone, the orc hunters from the mountains in the south will face off against the goblin monster team with several lives! This is a special program for tonight, dedicated to the VIPs in the VIP room, let us cheer , the long-haired lynx orcs in the southern forests!"

I don't know where the host was speaking, but his own voice came out through the sound mechanism in the corner of the arena, and echoed repeatedly in the vast arena.

The audience who heard these words were very excited. The long-haired lynx orc, who had just arrived a few times before, did not expect to play again tonight, which was very surprising.

Many people have never heard the name of this alien race, so they asked people who had seen the long-haired bobcat orcs last time to know how strong these guys are.

After all, the time before the start of the game is exactly when they bet.

And the opponent of the long-haired lynx orc is the backbone of the monster group in the arena—goblins!

The goblins captured by the hunters were specially tamed in the prison under the fighting arena, and they often performed some **** and fierce matches against the farmers alone, or a group of ten against a small group of wild beasts.

This is a heavyweight event that only happens once a month. I didn't expect the VIPs to watch the match today. The fighting arena dedicated to this kind of beautiful and **** battles. Many poor spectators screamed with excitement.

They all looked towards the direction of the VIP viewing room on a high place where the heavy curtains were rarely opened.

It seems that in their eyes, these distinguished guests who can come here to watch this kind of **** fight~www.readwn.com~ are even rarer than fighting monsters and alien races.

The first thing that catches the eye is Mr. Scott from the Burning Furnace Chamber of Commerce, but this guy often comes here, and many poor people know him, and this guy even smiled and waved at the bottom to say hello .

"Oh! It's the noble and rich Mr. Scott!"

"Who is that person? I don't know him."

Keir leaned against the side of the fence in the viewing room, held a wine glass, and looked down. Every poor man who looked at him was shocked, and avoided the eye contact in embarrassment.

Some old gamblers who often hang around the fighting arena even felt that the **** smell of the young man who didn't look like a businessman was stronger than the **** gravel that was never changed in the fighting arena.

The other three senior stewards sitting on the viewing chairs put on the thin wooden masks handed over by the short and fat steward Rosa in advance.

Mr. Ottosfetten is wearing a white smiling mask, which matches his complexion very well.

Mr. Puntolisa is wearing a yellow mask of sorrow, and the old man didn't say anything about it, but Rosa's face in charge matches the sorrow mask very well.

Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" Deripari has a blue calm mask, just like his expression since he came here, neither likes nor dislikes here.

Not liking it here means that he himself likes to envy the lives of nobles, and he himself prefers more elegant entertainment.

But instead of expressing distaste, he expressed it to Knight Kiel. After all, as a young knight, Knight Kiel seemed to like it quite a lot, so he couldn't show a sense of disgust. So as not to disgust the Kiel knight.