I Was Once a Legend

When Mr. Mo arrived at the ancient Roman-style amphitheatre, a match had just started. Moore, the owner of the arena, heard the news of his arrival and came to greet him.

This old man, who has not changed much from many years ago, except that his red beard has become grayer, let out a yo, and said rather strangely: "What wind brought you here today?"

Mr. Mo has long been used to attacking him, and he ignored the ambiguity. He walked straight to the best position in the center of the viewing stand, sat on another empty chair next to Moore, and gracefully moved his left The leg is turned up to the right leg, and the regular trousers of the trousers are slightly turned up, revealing the edge of the black socks, which cover the ankle just right.

The waiter at the side immediately poured tea, and Moore's Cerberus was lying lazily on the side. When he saw the two people approaching, he immediately got up vigilantly, and stared at the three-headed Corberus who had stolen its name.

Corberus took Mr. Mo's cane and stood silently and straight behind him.In the arena, two men were confronting each other with an ax and a machete, and the people in the auditorium made urging sounds from time to time, full of barbaric and bloody noises.

Compared with casinos, the cultural level of this world is heaven and earth. Except for the nobles and a few wealthy businessmen, the vast majority of civilians do not have the right and opportunity to receive education, let alone slaves whose status is no different from that of livestock.Corberus, who has personally experienced both lives, has the most say. When he was a slave, he never even had a name.

"Which game is this?" Mr. Mo picked up the gold silk porcelain cup and took a sip of the steaming tea. This kind of tea is a specialty of this world. He only had the chance to taste it when he visited Moore. some.

"Today's third game." Moore also sat down again. Amidst the cheers, the two men in the venue were already fighting hand to hand.

Moore opened the arena and collected huge profits from tickets. In the absence of other entertainment, civilians can only come here to seek excitement. At the same time, nobles will also choose slaves from Moore. The more valiant warriors sell The more expensive the amount, Moore relied on the arena to become a giant.

When Mr. Mo bought Corberus, who had won sixteen games in a row, he spent a lot of money.

Coming to the arena once again where blood was spilled, Corberus looked at the circular field below, and could not help but quietly clenched his fists by his side.A few years ago, he was the one who stood in the field fighting other people and even various monsters to the death. If the master hadn't taken him away, he might have died in it long ago, and became the belly of the beast, right?

The cheers were louder and louder, the sharp ax cut the opponent's shoulder, and at the same time, the machete also scraped off a large piece of flesh from the waist, blood gushed out instantly, and excited screams erupted.Corberus lowered his eyes, staring at the ground in front of the toe of his shoe, and the wounds that had healed all over his body seemed to be aching again.

Mr. Mo had no intention of watching the gladiatorial fight either. He drank tea leisurely and looked towards a corner of the arena - there was a row of cages over there, and the slaves who were about to participate in the gladiatorial fight would be locked inside before the start.

The first time he noticed Corberus, the slave who had won fifteen victories was covered with wounds, leaning against the cage wall, motionless as if dead.

However, when he was forcibly pulled out, in the No. 16 gladiatorial fight, the Persian scimitar still cut off the opponent's head neatly.

The blood of himself and his opponent almost stained his whole body red. Amidst the wild cheers of the audience, the referee announced his feat of winning sixteen games in a row. Those who dragged him out stepped forward and wanted to drag him again. back to the cage.The slave with deep honey-colored eyes looked at the sky above his head, the blood flowed from his brow bone, tough and murderous, almost dripping into his eyes, but he didn't even blink.

A bird flew through the circled sky, its spread wings pierced the sky like steel blades.

At that moment, Mr. Mo let go of the hand resting on his chin and sat up a little. He said to the ecstatic old Moore, who had made a lot of money because of opening the game handicap: "I want that slave."

"You want him?" Moore thought he heard it wrong. This person came to him all day just to watch the show, and he didn't ask for a single person. How could it be...

"Well, it's him. You can set the price whatever you want. I want to live." Mr. Mo stared at the man who was dragged away by two people in the field. There was a bright red trace of blood on the ground. His hands tightened quietly.

Even though he was seriously injured, he still did not let go of his weapon, and was always ready——

The messenger finally brought the message, and the two who were dragging him looked at each other, let go, and allowed the man to stand up again.They didn't know that they had saved their lives.

It took the man a while to barely get up from the ground. Not long after, Mr. Mo was finally able to look at the slave kneeling at his feet up close.

He named him a dog, Watchdog in Hell's Service.

The cheers finally reached the peak. The man with the ax almost split the opponent in half. The referee announced the winner. Immediately, someone went up and dragged away the loser who hadn't died yet, and threw him into the cage where the beast was kept.

Mr. Mo sighed softly, put down his teacup, and said to Corberus, "How do you feel?"

"..." Corberos couldn't help tightening his throat, and whispered, "I don't feel anything."

Moore finally couldn't help asking, "What are you doing here?"

"It doesn't mean anything else. I just came here to reinforce the passage. After all, business matters." Mr. Mo stood up, and a black door appeared out of nowhere behind him. The fluctuation of space energy made people feel palpitating.

"Let's go." Without looking at anyone again, he just said, "Remember to bring me some tea when you come to my side next time."

After saying that, Mr. Mo's figure disappeared through the door. Corberos couldn't hold back, and finally looked at the arena below that had sucked his sweat and blood before following him.

"It's enough to have you." Moore complained, but didn't dare to say anything.

This man named Mr. Mo has almost magical abilities. As long as it is a world he has been to, the world where the casino is located can be connected to it, so that people in this world can also go to the casino.It was in this way that Mr. Mo expanded the casino business to the terrifying scale it is today in just a few years.

And similarly, such a channel has also brought a lot of business to Moore's arena, and there is a mutually beneficial and win-win relationship between them.

After a brief flash, the foreground gradually stabilized. This is a place similar to a basement, with spiral stairs going down.Mr. Mo looked back and saw that Corberus had also arrived, so he took a step forward and walked down.

Korberos followed again. His trust in Mr. Mo made him not ask where he was going. What he saw in the arena still made him full of emotions. On that day, the master gave him a name, but until now, He doesn't even know what his master's name is.

So he asked, "Master, can you tell me your name?"

This question was asked once when he first became the master's subordinate, and the master gave him the same answer as now, but the tone is completely different now:

"Names don't matter."

Mr. Mo paused, and said, "Why are you so obsessed with this question?"

"I want to know everything about you."

Mr. Mo chuckled, looked down at the steps under his feet, and said, "You know me so well now that you no longer need to know my name, right?"

While talking, the two reached the end of the stairs, and unexpectedly, a wall was blocked there.

Mr. Mo walked straight over, and his body passed through the wall. Seeing this, Corberos followed without hesitation, and also passed through the wall.

Where his chest was covered by the clothes, the key-shaped pendant glowed faintly in lavender, and no one noticed it.

On the other side of the wall is a square room. The room is completely sealed and there are no ventilation holes. On the opposite wall, a man is being shackled and hung on the wall in a very painful position. He can't see his face clearly with his head down. The whole person showed a strange weakness, but Korberos still felt that his figure was somewhat familiar.

"It's been a while since I came to see you. How do you feel?" Mr. Mo walked over, stopped a meter away from the man, and lifted the man's chin with his cane.

The man was forced to look up, and Corberus recognized him—that was once a trusted supervisor in the casino.

Not long after he became the master's subordinate, this person evaporated and disappeared, and he never appeared again. After careful calculation, it took three years. I didn't expect to see him again today in this room that was almost a dungeon.

The former executive was very weak, and for some reason, his eyes turned into whites, and when he stared straight at a certain direction, it was creepy.

He pulled out a weird smile, and said in an angry voice: "Stop making useless struggles..."

"Corberus." Mr. Mo lowered his cane, and with it hung the head of the supervisor, who was unable to support himself, "Come here."

Corberos walked behind Mr. Mo, and the young man took his hand and pressed it on the supervisor's head.

The supervisor immediately trembled in pain, as if Korberos, who hadn't started using any force, was about to crush his head completely.

"When you wanted to devour me, you certainly didn't expect such a day to come, did you, Mystery of Worms?"

The young man's tone was colder than ever before. A faint purple light overflowed from his hand and wrapped around Korberos' palm. When the light touched the supervisor, the man let out a heart-piercing howl.The sound almost transcended the physical meaning, hitting the soul directly, and the pain in it made people just want to tremble along with it.

An indescribable energy swallowed into Korberos' palm like a whale, and then penetrated his whole body, unexpectedly soft and warm, as if the whole soul was soaked in the hot spring pool, eliminating all fatigue.

The director's figure suddenly became translucent, and Corberos couldn't help opening his eyes wide. The energy was still entering his body, and the director became more and more transparent, and he couldn't even make a sound. In the end, it was almost as thin as a piece of paper. .

When the director's figure completely disappeared in front of him, the continuous energy also disappeared, and Korberos suddenly realized that it was a person's soul, and now, it had been completely absorbed by him.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Mr. Mo next to him. The young man let out a weary breath, let go of his hand, and looked a little tired.

A terrifying idea suddenly emerged in Corberus' mind. He grabbed the young man's hand that hadn't completely fallen, and felt a coldness as expected.

He was almost at a loss for words: "... This was originally prepared for you, Master, isn't it?"

Mr. Mo struggled lightly, but failed to let the man let go, so he no longer resisted, he looked up at Corberus: "Yes, this is the nourishment I have been relying on for three years, and now I will take it All to you, because you'll need it more than I will."

"I just ask you to remember one thing." The young man stared into those deep honey-colored eyes and said softly:

"No matter what happens, as long as you are alive, there is hope."

The author has something to say: the theme of the dungeon in this volume is to recover Fu Zhe's fragments, and some foreshadowing and things need to be explained, so the fragments and Cole will now occupy some major roles, and it will be in these two chapters. In the future, more scenes will be played by our protagonist group!I hope you don't feel that there will be no priority~

In addition, the final exam is coming soon, and I am so busy that I don’t have much time to write. This article has a total of 14 words since it was written on May 87th. It has never been updated for more than six months, but this record may not be maintained. Yes, after all, as a student, it is more important for me to study.

I will try to update when I can. If there is no update at [-] o'clock in the morning, it will not be updated today. I hope everyone will understand.

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