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The 'Twin Sword' pressed against the center of the vampire's forehead. Although Barrett did not exert any force, the heavy weight of the long sword itself still pressed the tip of the sword a little deeper.

The pale, chapped skin was punctured, and the black-red viscous liquid slowly seeped out from the wound and flowed down the vampire's forehead to both sides, bringing a blood laurel to the dead man who fell to the ground. .

"A whole thousand souls!" The vampire repeated the number again, "If you understand the market, you know that this is not a small number. Even a high-level Duke of Hell would covet such a number of souls. Endless!"

Lambert continued to persuade in order to survive, "At the current price, you can use these souls to hire a mercenary squad of ten high-level devils, and they will serve you for at least twenty years, I mean 'at least' He emphasized, "Or hire a powerful mercenary army of 300 middle-level demons. Once you have these demons, you can even easily conquer a city-state! As long as you can get them to the main material world, remember , don't be discovered by those human mages."

"What you said doesn't appeal to me at all!" Barrett pressed his hands down a little, making the blood laurel on the opponent's forehead more "luxurious".

"Wait, wait!" said the vampire anxiously, "I remember, aren't you still a prisoner of Mantiri? With these souls, you can trade them for freedom, wonderful freedom! And The remaining amount can also bring you back to the main material world. Don't you want to go back? Fresh air, delicious food, pan-fried prawns, and what kind of stew..."

free! This irresistibly alluring word really moved Barrett. But there are still many things he doesn't quite understand. "Don't the gladiatorial fights have to end with the death of one party?"

"No, no, no, I mean, most of the time, but not all." The vampire opened his mouth to explain, but then his eyes turned upwards, "Edu, hey, Du, I've surrendered now, you come and explain to our good Barrett."

"It's so sad, Mr. Lambert!" the voice above was frustrating, "I'm on you..., oh, I mean, a friend of mine made a big bet on you, but You failed! 'Curtain Caller' Lambert would one day be the backdrop for someone else's curtain call. Did you see the angry audience around, they..."

"They'll be fine. As long as I keep winning afterwards, they'll fall in love with me again. And, aren't there still a lot of ecstatic audiences?" Vampire interrupted Idu's chatter, "We want to talk now Not this. Tell our good Barrett, even if he lets me go, this gladiatorial fight will be over, won't it?"

"Yes, yes." The voice above answered weakly.

"Why?" Barrett frowned.

"Because he is free," the voice said. "When he fails, no one but you can decide his life or death. You can choose to kill him or take a ransom, that's the winner's right. I By the way, let me tell you one more thing, Lambert's property is quite rich, you can..."

"Hey, Idu, you don't need to be involved in negotiating the ransom!!" the vampire shouted loudly.

"What about me?" Barrett asked again, "What if it was me who failed?" He suddenly realized that he knew little about the rules above the sand, the barb demon 'Mitanu' and the acupuncture demon 'Seg' had just told him before, just kill the opponent.

"It's a pity that you can't pay the ransom for yourself, and whether you win or lose, your life is not in your hands." The voice said nonchalantly, "For gladiators who turned out to be prisoners, you basically have to choose death battles. You know, a fight without casualties won't attract too many audiences. Unless..., forget it, there's nothing to do unless, the loser will not be seen by anyone."

The barbarian was stunned. The scene of the caged goblins biting each other reappeared in his mind again. The organizer will try his best to arouse the goblins' desire to kill and make the battle fierce until one side falls. After all, no one cares about the lives of those little greenskins.

And he, like the goblin in the cage.

"Hey, Barrett, Barrett? A thousand souls, let's make a deal." Vampire Lambert asked cautiously.

"Don't be so troublesome." The barbarian pressed his hands down again, "After I kill you, I will naturally get everything from you."

"Do you think I'll take so many souls with me?" The vampire said disdainfully, then he realized that there was something wrong with his tone, and changed his sincere face, "If you kill me, then you You will get nothing but this rapier in your chest. You are still a prisoner of Mantiri, unable to control your own destiny."

"...How can I know that you're not cheating on me?" Barrett was a little shaken. "If I let you go, maybe you'll distance yourself in the next moment and fight me again when you recover."

"Human, don't you see that the audience around you has started to leave one after another?" The vampire said with an exaggerated expression, "When I said the word 'surrender', the gladiatorial fight was over."

Barrett raised his head and glanced at the stands. As expected, the massive demon audience was slowly leaving in an orderly manner. Occasionally, some demons threw garbage at them in anger, but they were all blocked by the barrier.

"Can I really get those souls? Won't Mantiri take them away?" The barbarian asked upwards again.

"Well..., this issue is a bit complicated, I don't know much about it.

Good answer, you should discuss it yourself. said the voice.

"You can pass the contract!" Vampire Lambert gave a method, "If I give you those souls casually, don't think about it~www.readwn.com~ The devil of Mantiri will definitely intervene in it. Yes. But if we write in the contract that these souls are only for you, the devils have nothing to do."

Barrett lowered his head and stared at his opponent's eyes the same color as blood, trying to see something.

But he's not old Will, who can't guess what's in his mind just by looking at the other person's expressions and movements; nor is he Hannah, that woman, although not as magical as old Will, always knows what he's thinking what.

"Hey, that, we can discuss the issue of the ransom, I know I'm handsome, but can you stop looking at me like that." The vampire's expression became a little weird, "To be honest, a thousand souls have been my own recently. The limit that can be raised, there are still many souls I got thousands of years ago. And..."

"It's just a thousand souls." Barrett interrupted the other party's words, and stood up slowly with a wary expression, "How do I sign the contract? Now, or go out?"

"I have ready-made ones here." The vampire touched his forehead, and took out several pieces of parchment with special symbols from his chest, and put them in front of him to distinguish them one by one, "Well... This one. You need a common language, a common language." He searched and said casually, "If you want to live a long and stable life in Dis'an, you must always understand the behavior of the devils, and treat yourself anytime, anywhere. Leave a way back. Found it, it's this one!"

He handed one of the parchments to Barrett.

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