Invade the white dove

"However, it's impossible these days. The gladiators are stepping up their training in order to obtain the qualification to perform in front of the king in three days. This qualification is very difficult to obtain..."

The bard pointed to the busiest table in the middle of the hall with his thumb.

There were more than 20 people around there, most of them were girls in scantily-clad clothes, and a few skinny teenagers were massaging the man as strong as a black bear.

"Fighting, having sex, and cheering for being alive is the daily life of gladiators. For the glory of the empire, haha."

"But?" Ulis heard the voice behind the poet's words.

"However, in order to prevent accidents, the organizer will also select a few outstanding candidate gladiators, and the requirements for these candidates have been lowered a lot. Of course, the duke and duchess have the right to put their favorite gladiators into this reserve." list.

"If you can enter the reserve list, even if you don't play in the end, you will be a guest of the Gladiator Academy."

Ulis looked at the bard as he sipped his wine.

The calmness and composure shown by this man is completely different from the brief panic when he first saw Mr. Knight. Julius even began to wonder if the bard's fear at the beginning was not a disguise.

After all, since he was a child, the bard must have seen many ugly rumored creatures. How could he be frightened by the handsome Sotiria?

Moreover, the bard said that he wanted to hear the story, but he was not curious after knowing that he wanted to enter the Gladiator Academy. He was completely unlike the singer Julius had seen in Odon Castle before.

Do you want to appear in the king's sight in advance?

Can this stranger be trusted?

Julius was still undecided, but Sotiria responded first for him:

"If you can put him on the shortlist, I can tell you a story about believers in return."

This was the first sentence the bard heard from the mouth of "Knight".He only felt that the voice was very tempting, and it was not an exaggeration to call it the devil's crooning.

The bard's eyes straightened, and he nodded without hesitation.

At this time, the crowd with the drunken gladiator at the center suddenly burst into laughter. The gladiator with big arms, round waist, and gleaming sinews stepped on the wooden bench with one leg, raised his wine glass high, and threw it to the ground go.

As the gladiators moved, the crowd took the initiative to make a gap, and in that gap, there was a thin, trembling figure.

It was a girl with braids, wearing a brown linen dress, and an apron tied around her waist that was full of wine stains and dirt.

From Julis's point of view, the girl's face could not be seen clearly, but just by the clothes, she already knew that it was the daughter of the proprietress who fled just now.

The bard plucked the strings casually: "If the reckless young man didn't let the bird fly away, she might not be trampled under by the beast now."

Julius tightly clutched the hand hidden under the cloak.

Reason told him that he should minimize his sense of existence, and after entering the wrestling school, he would emerge step by step to attract the king's interest.But now, seeing the girl who was about to be raped by a drunken gladiator, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

When the people of Odong were oppressed by violence, as a prince, he was nestled in a fleeing merchant ship.Will he turn a blind eye to such atrocities again on his way to redemption?

Julius bit his lower lip hard, he tasted the iron taste of blood.

"Do what you intuit, my Julius." Sotiria pressed his cold fingers on his lips, and the pain quickly returned to normal.

Julius looked into Mr. Knight's soft blue eyes.

"That is a strong contender for the championship in the gladiatorial competition. Does the thin boy dare to fight the warrior?" The bard plucked the strings and sang seemingly unintentionally.

"competitor"?

Julius heard this address.

"If the confirmed gladiator dies..." Julis raised his head and looked at the bard.

"Then No.1 on the candidate list will be replaced smoothly, and the glory of the king will shine on him." The poet continued.

Julis knew that the willingness of the two to cooperate was achieved at this moment.

Without hesitation, he rushed to Lisa who was limp on the ground, and helped her up.

The noisy tavern hall, which never stopped for a moment, seemed to be shrouded in a silent field at this moment, and suddenly fell silent.

All eyes were on the young man who was about to lose his life because of his reckless step forward.

In the Garman Empire, even a gladiator who was born as a slave, as long as he is still alive, his status is higher than ordinary citizens of the empire.

"The gladiator is the living glory of the Empire."

This sentence is not empty talk.

In peaceful times, if a gladiator accidentally kills someone outside the arena, as long as he survives the next fight, the cheers and praise of the audience can still allow him to enjoy the best treatment for a gladiator.

After Julius helped Lisa up, he kept his eyes fixed on the gladiator in front of him.This person's body was twice as thick as his, and his neck was even thicker than his head. The stench from his nostrils almost blew the hood off his head.

"You're challenging me, stranger."

The gladiator spoke inarticulately. He picked up the hammer on the table and pointed his carrot-thick index finger to Julius's forehead, "Pick up your sword, friend. You have hindered my good deeds, You have to pay with your life."

When Lisa ran into the arms of the proprietress, Julius took a step back.

He carefully observed the gladiator's body.

Gladiators will also conduct targeted training according to their physical characteristics.

For example, those who are obviously tall have poor sensitivity, so correspondingly, their training will be more to improve their strength.

At the same time, it is said that in order to enhance the hardness of bones, gladiators would drink a drink called plant ash to prevent their bones from being broken too easily by their opponents.

Although the gladiator in front of him was most likely a strong man with extremely hard bones, his fragile throat was unprotected.

"Next." Sotiria's voice came from behind.

Julius stretched out his hand under the cloak without turning his head, but he accurately caught the sword thrown to him by the knight.

No one saw clearly how the sword in the cloaked boy's hand appeared.But after Julius pulled out the sword, everyone couldn't help laughing.

However, the gladiator looked at the scarlet sword that had rusted to the hilt, but rarely put away his playful expression.

His blood-soaked intuition told him that the boy in front of him was more dangerous than he looked.

"Embroidery needles can do more damage than this sword, boy."

He had already set up a fighting stance, as long as this young man attacked him from the front, he would be able to pick up and crush this emaciated lamb!

Julius' right hand holds the hilt of the sword.A dull red light shines from the gemstone inlaid on the hilt.

He rushed forward, catlike, the rusty blade of the gladiator's face glowing scarlet.

The gladiator estimated the trajectory of Julis's movements, turned his hammer, and smashed it to the place where his head was about to appear.

The crowd of onlookers let out an exclamation, and everyone thought that this young man would not escape the fate of his brain blowing out.

But Yulis still maintained the forward impact movement, and just before the hammer hit his body, he raised his left hand, and the short sword in the sleeve was shining coldly, and it collided with the hammer, making a "ding" sound. There was a crisp sound.

The gladiator's hammer deviated from the original course, and Julius' body also tilted to the right with this force.

Immediately afterwards, Julis saw the muscles on the gladiator's arms explode suddenly, abruptly changed the direction of the hammer, and swept towards him sideways.

Julis let out a low cry, he stepped hard on the floor with his right foot, bent his knees, and his body flew into the air as lightly as a white dove. With a light pick of the rusty sword, it pierced the gladiator's defenseless throat.

Blood gushed out from the pierced throat, and the gladiator's hands were powerless to cover the wound, and there was a ho-ho sound from his mouth.

Soon, the blood choked into the throat, and the panting gladiator fell to the ground in convulsions, reaching out unwillingly to grab Julis's cloak.

Julis took a step back, but was still grabbed by the corner of his clothes by the gladiator.So the boy shrouded in shadow finally showed his true colors in front of everyone.

First, the prostitutes who confronted him were amazed by his beauty.But then, there was a gasp from behind Julis.

"Devil!" someone in the crowd yelled in a low voice.

Can't hide it.

Julius sighed softly, then he could only make the mistake.

Curly red hair that reached shoulders shone in the yellow flames of the fireplace, and the obsidian-like thick black eyes reflected everyone's frightened expressions.

The blood from the gladiator's throat was still hanging on the young man's thin chin, but he opened the corners of his mouth indifferently, revealing a devil-like smile in the eyes of everyone.

"I am the messenger of death." Julius' hoarse voice echoed in the crowded hall, "I will win the gladiatorial battle and serve the king!"

Red hair, even in this sinful city where the devil is enshrined, is regarded as heresy.