Invade the white dove

The leader was a middle-aged man, short brown hair mixed with a bushy beard, and his bare arms were bronze-colored. He was short and strong, and he was obviously not a native of Stanley.

His sharp eyes swept randomly in the hall, and then fixed on the only seat in the tavern where there were people at the table.

It happened that Ulis was also looking at him, and the moment their eyes met, Ulis put his hand on his waist.

The gladiator following behind the middle-aged man immediately assumed a fighting posture, but Yulis didn't seem to notice, took off the money bag, and threw it over:

"Before you say anything irrevocable, I hope we can find a quiet room to sit and talk."

He slowed down, his hoarse voice sounded like the temptation of the devil.

The middle-aged man held the bulging money bag, as if he was trying to estimate how many gold coins it could hold.

Julis looked at him calmly, sipping the malt wine that looked like horse urine, and prevented the bard from taking out the Duchess's token from his pocket by the way.

The wooden door of the tavern kitchen creaked, and then a gap was opened, and two heads were squeezed up and down between the door. It was the proprietress and her daughter Lisa.

Yulis looked at the braided girl and forced a smile at her.

But then he saw Lisa's hand on the door frame froze, and she ran away as if fleeing for her life.

"Then let's talk!"

At this time, the leader finally made up his mind, he turned his head and ordered his subordinates to carry the gladiator's body back to the academy, and then called to the proprietress to take them to "a room suitable for business discussions".

The proprietress who was hiding behind the kitchen door came out tremblingly, and led a group of people up to the second floor stumbling.

At Ulis's suggestion, only the leader of the college, Ulis and the bard entered the house, while the others from the college stayed outside.

Of course, Sotiria also followed, but it was a pity that others could not see him.

"My name is Ryan, and I'm the person in charge of the Gladiator Academy. You..." the leader spoke first.

"There are a total of fifty Solan coins in the purse."

Ulis cut him off bluntly.

One Solan coin can be exchanged for one hundred gold coins, which means that Julius paid five thousand gold coins for one life.

"Ten Solan coins are needed to buy slaves."

Ryan was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of his mouth raised significantly.But he immediately frowned and curled his lips pretending to be dissatisfied.

"The one who died at the hands of your Excellency was a good fighter we spent a lot of money to cultivate. He and Urlan are the most popular gladiators in this competition, and they are very likely to win the final honor."

"If you let me play, all the rewards I win the game will go to the academy."

Julius said.

His voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it just formed a certain oppressive aura towards Ryan.

"Come on." Ryan waved his hand.

He looked Julius up and down, this time pursing his lips sincerely.

Needless to say, he must have complained that Julius was as thin as a newborn lamb.

But before he could say the next sentence, a rusty sword that came out of nowhere pierced the table where the three of them were sitting.

"Trust me, he has a good chance of winning."

The bard said at the right time, "When the audience sees such a thin gladiator, they will first despise and disdain him. You can make a bet on this young man. With his strength, it is hard to say that he will be the champion, but he will win It’s no problem to be in the top three, not only bonuses, but also bets can win a lot!”

The bard vividly described the battle between Julis and the gladiators in a singing way. The leader Ryan looked at Ulis again this time, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

"You mean that this gentleman killed Star with a single blow?"

Sta, was the name of the drunken gladiator.

"It's a very beautiful sword. I've watched so many gladiatorial matches, and this one can be ranked among the top three!" the poet praised vigorously.

Ryan has been a little shaken.

Although the dead Star had brought a lot of wealth to the Gladiator Academy, but his recent games won less and lost more, and he has no use value.

The academy planned to let Urlan kill Star in the competition this time, but they didn't expect that the drunk would fall into the hands of this young man ahead of time.

Although qualifications for gladiatorial competitions are hard to come by, it is not without room for maneuver.

And if this boy can kill Star in a head-to-head confrontation, then his strength must not be bad. The audience always likes fresh faces...

Seeing that Ryan's expression had begun to loosen, Julis and the bard exchanged glances, and the latter slowly took out the Duchess's token: "Madame Rose is also looking forward to the wonderful game then."

Julius took out another Solan coin from under the cloak and placed it on the table.

Ryan immediately knelt down on one knee, kissing the rose brooch, and while standing up, silently held the Solan coin in his palm:

"As long as you can defeat the gladiator I brought..."

Just after drinking half of the wine in the bard's glass, the two muscular gladiators called by Ryan were already thrown to the ground by Julius, and when the two shouted "devil", they helped each other out Behind the house, Ryan had nothing to say.

Negotiations were initially reached.

Ulis then made a second request:

"I hope that at the beginning of the show, I can drive the hell carriage and act as the messenger of death to pay tribute to the king and the audience."

In the past, in the exhibition before the start of the gladiatorial competition, the contest party usually selected a beautiful gladiator to act as an angel, wearing a wreath on his head and a white robe, and drove around the Colosseum to ignite the enthusiasm of the audience.

But now that the king of the Garman Empire has overthrown the temple and worshiped the devil instead, the gladiators have to act as the messengers of hell.

Lane hesitated.

It is true that the contest party has not yet decided on the candidates for the tribute, but no matter which gladiator they choose, it is a kind of neglect for others——

Previous competitions have proved that the audience tends to pay special attention to this first-time gladiator. Even if he dies in the end, his body will be piled up with flowers.

Ulis let out a long sigh and untied his blood-stained cloak.

The fire in the fireplace behind him was burning brightly, and the kerosene lamp on the table was also burning brightly, so when his fiery red curly hair was exposed, the leader couldn't help exclaiming as he looked at the young man in flames. .

"I think, no one is more suitable for the role of the messenger of death than me."

Julius spoke hoarsely, a self-deprecating smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

***

Stanny's night came as expected.

As every bard sings in their song, it's a sight only seen in hell.The crimson moonlight shone on the spiers of the residential buildings, like a thick layer of plasma on the houses made of stones.

The colorful stained glass windows painted in the daytime are all shrouded in black mist at this moment. Out of the mist come out hellish demons with claws and claws. They dance, laugh, and poke at the bloody three-headed fork. Like a lonely soul wandering outside, a follower of the devil.

Carnival, in this endless desire.

Cry, in this eternal fall!

Some people wept with joy, some people yelled in despair. In the night of the city of sin, the boundaries between humans and animals are blurred, and the images of humans and devils are getting closer and closer.

The cobbled streets are full of bare-breasted men and women, and sometimes the men will fight over the same lady, and the blades will clang for a brief moment, and the winner will have his sexy cock on the dead body. The loot raves in situ.

Julis was lying in the guest room on the third floor of the red brick tavern, listening to the whirring outside the window. He thought he would spend another sleepless night, but he still fell asleep amidst Mr. Knight's gentle humming .

The Odong Kingdom is a place where it rains all year round. The towers and castles are surrounded by gray and black clouds, but it doesn't make people feel depressing.

When the rain was blowing from the sea in the east, and when it hit his face, Julius could always smell the perfume or spices carried by the merchant ships.

The kingdom faces the sea on three sides. Except for the northwest border, the strong barrier has resisted countless foreign invasions for hundreds of years. Until Julis was born, no one had ever breached it.

Eleven rivers run through the entire territory of the Odong Kingdom, bringing rich sea resources to the people of Odong, and the constant traffic of merchant ships also makes Odong the richest kingdom.

The tax paid to the Jiaman Empire every year is three times higher than that of other countries that have bowed their heads.

The people of Odong do not even have the habit of locking the gates when they sleep at night.

There are no vagrants begging on the road, and the stone temple provides them with shelter from the wind and rain.

Born in such a country, he should have been carefree, but Julius' red hair and black eyes cast a shadow on the face of the old King Fino.

After giving birth to him, Julius' mother had returned to the Land of Elysium, and was by the side of Aoshen.

For more than ten years, except for knights and retinues, only father and son depended on each other in Odong Castle.

Julis turned over in his sleep, and Sotiria sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on Julis' forehead. At that moment, the memories of the two seemed to be connected together. The green plain belonging to Odong, and the beautiful little prince galloping in the green waves.

The sun kissed his fiery red hair, and a few drops of sweat dripped out of his hair.

Julius was dressed in a blue equestrian suit. Under the sun, his fair skin was smoother and more translucent than porcelain from the East.

He raised his right hand high and slapped the horse's buttocks, laughing happily, and jumped out again before the servants caught up.

"My Julius."

Sotiria read softly, and his hand patted Julius's chest lightly, as if to lull him to sleep.

However, Julius's steady breathing suddenly became rapid, his whole body was tightly packed, and even the breath he exhaled became hot.

Another nightmare.

Sotiria's index finger touched Yulis's frown and gently kneaded it.Lying on his side on the narrow wooden bed, Ulis' back was pressed against his chest.

Then, Sotiria issued a low, soft tone from his throat, and sang the lullaby that every child in the Odon Kingdom would hear from his mother before going to bed.