Invade the white dove

"Knight." The bard frowned, "This title is not common in the Garman Empire."

"And this Mr. Wandering Soul is wearing a formal dress. He should have been a nobleman during his lifetime, and he can receive the loyalty of the nobleman..."

Julius was about to defend himself, but the bard stopped him:

"You don't need to be nervous. I'm just a bard. The more interesting things happen in front of me, the more material I can create. So although you are very suspicious, I will not report you."

"Just a word of advice, your lies need to be more clever."

"Three months ago, the Regent bombarded the gate of Odon's White Pigeon Castle with cannons. Since then, the people of Odong have fled to other kingdoms like chickens without their heads."

Having said that, the bard shook his head, lowered his voice, and moved a little closer to where Julis was standing:

"This friend, you are probably one of them. You want to take the opportunity of watching the game to assassinate the king with this wandering soul?"

Julius' heart beat violently when the bard mentioned the "Kingdom of Odon".

He took half a step back.

But the bard put his arm on Julius' shoulder as if he didn't feel it:

"You should know that all the subjects of Odong were reduced to slaves by the king because they were too stubborn. If you really escaped from there, I advise you to sneak out of the city now. You see, the soldiers who routinely checked came again, They won't let someone as suspicious as you go."

Julius took a few deep breaths.

Odon, slave, these words burned his chest like a branding iron, making him breathless.

A coolness penetrated into the palm of my hand.

It was Sotiria, who took his hand.

Under such comfort, Julis finally regained his composure, and followed the direction of the bard's finger, looking towards the door.

Soldiers with guns yelled impatiently, checking each drinker's badge or identification.Seeing the person carrying the package, he also opened the backpack and checked it carefully, lest someone with malicious intentions would bring overly lethal weapons into the city to assassinate the king.

"Thank you for your concern." Julis said suddenly, lifting his cloak to reveal his city badge.

This is the identity plate given to him by the envoy of Thoth, and it can travel unimpeded in all countries in the Black Marsh Continent.

Julius's voice was terribly hoarse, which made the bard shudder.

But the bard seemed to forget his fear after seeing the cloaked boy revealing his white and smooth hands and taking out twenty gold coins from his wallet.

"I hope you can accept..."

Before the other party explained what the gold coin was for, the bard grabbed it and put it in his arms.

His fingertips slid across the hooded boy's palm, and he felt that if it weren't for the thin calluses at the base of the fingers, this hand would be smoother than the catkins of the girls he had touched.

The bard wanted to touch it again, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the suspicious "Mr. Knight", and immediately froze in place.

How could he think that an unknown creature like a devil had gentle eyes?That is obviously more piercing than the non-stop cold wind of the Tier Ice Field where the sanctuary is located.

At this time, two soldiers had already walked in front of them.

The interrogating soldiers glanced at Julius' belt badge and yelled at him to take off his cloak.

"My appearance is too scary, I'm afraid it will spoil the eyes of adults."

Julius explained in a hoarse voice.

"If you don't take off your hat, you will be thrown out of the city immediately!" the soldier said impatiently.

Julius raised his hand slowly: "My lord..."

The soldier spat.

Seeing that the man covered in mystery was about to have his neck wiped off by the soldiers, the bard took out his token by accident.

It was the rose brooch he got from the only Duchess of Duke in the empire, and a letter sealed with the royal family crest-the four-winged lion pattern.

Except for His Majesty the King himself, no one in the entire empire would dare to embarrass the envoy who holds the duchess' token.

Sure enough, after seeing the token, the soldier immediately changed his attitude, saluted them respectfully, and left the tavern quietly.

The bard put the token back into his backpack.

"Privilege is useful no matter where it is." He shrugged.

"I need your help."

Julius' voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, but his tone was much more relaxed than before.

After all, the status of an envoy who can hold the Duchess' token will not be so low.

"I heard that bards are well-informed, so at first I wanted to bribe you with gold coins and ask you how to enter the Gladiator Academy. But now it seems that you don't need money."

The bard patted his chest, and there was a rattling sound, which was the gold coin that Julius had "paid" to him before:

"No, I like money. But I also like stories. So if you'll tell me the story of you and the 'knight', I'll be your companion until you get bored."

"However, just listening to the story is boring after all. My friend, can I have a glass of wine?"

**

When the proprietress of the tavern heard that the two foreigners wanted to taste their expensive wine, her smile was brighter than the violets that can be seen everywhere in Stanley.

She called Lisa in front of the two, and asked her daughter to accompany the two guests while she fetched drinks.

"Let them feel the fire-like enthusiasm." The proprietress instructed.

However, just as the bard was about to put his left hand on Lisa's shoulder, his wrist was pinched.

"Please continue with your work. I have a private matter to discuss with this gentleman." Julis said in a low voice.

The bard broke out in sweat almost instantly.

He couldn't help wondering, if it wasn't for the young man asking for something from himself, his wrist would probably be broken by now.

When talking to the girl, the boy's voice was not so hoarse and scary, and he could vaguely hear some clear boyish voices, ding ding dong dong, like a vibraphone covered with cloth.

Could this hoarse voice be a disguise?

The bard grew more curious.

The rescued Lisa fled like the wind.

"You're like an ascetic monk."

The bard looked at the girl's back and sighed regretfully.

Thanks to the proprietress who brought the wine to them quickly, they were able to avoid staring at each other and sitting awkwardly for too long.

The bard sniffed the red wine with the fragrance of grapes, and cast his eyes on the hooded boy who was sitting restrained and rigorous opposite him.

"A skinny young man with hands as smooth and white as marble. If you want to wrestle with the warriors of Nagaman, your soul may also perish here."

he sang offhand.

Garman's gladiators are an important way for the empire to show its military strength to the only remaining seven kingdoms.

In the constant fighting and professional training, as long as they can survive, even slaves who have been deprived of all civil rights will eventually become gladiators worshiped by thousands of people.

Knotted muscles are their hallmark, interlaced scars their glory.They are so strong that they can wield an eight-meter long spear, and they can easily crush the opponent's head with two fingers.

This skinny hooded boy, whose slender and white fingers can't even see a callus, wants to participate in the gladiatorial competition.

I'm afraid his throat will be pierced by a dagger as soon as he comes on stage!

"If I really die in the arena, this is also my fate."

Julius said.

The "Oath Knight" sat on the bench with him.When he heard this sentence, he raised his hand, touched the boy's head, and lowered the hood covering his head even lower.

This made the bard suddenly feel that "the hair of the hooded boy may be soft and easy to touch".

"Entering the Gladiator Academy needs to go through three stages, interviews, competitions, and actual combat after half a year. Only those who survive can continue to train in the academy. I think you are so thin and weak, and you will probably be rejected in the primary election.

"Why don't you hand in some gold coins and go to the Colosseum to experience the gladiators. This will make you more addicted and save your life, killing two birds with one stone."

The bard introduced the Gladiator Academy.

half a year...

It's too long.

Julius frowned.

The king of Garman had already sacrificed his soul to the devil, and the longer the time passed, the stronger the power the king would gain from the devil.

But according to the bard, in the absence of recommendations from familiar referees, he might not be able to see the king in person within three to five years.

But five years later, how many Aushen believers in Stani City can survive?