The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

The departure of Borja had some impact on the arena.

The position of a gold-level gladiator was vacated, and naturally there was a silver-level replacement, so the bronze-level and stone-level also ushered in the opportunity for promotion.

Arrangements will soon be made in the arena. The promotion competition will be held during the Harvest Festival in a month. Those who intend to start registration can cancel at any time three days before the start of the competition.

For a time, the atmosphere in the training ground suddenly changed, everyone's training volume increased a lot, and the number of meals in the cafeteria also increased a lot.

Jose suspended his exhibition training for Charles. Anyway, his archery has become one of the main events of the arena, and now the market is betting that he will miss the first arrow.

A few days later, Mr. Hozenproz personally came to the training ground to find Charles, because this guy stayed in the room by himself while others were training hard, and only came out when eating, bathing and going to the toilet.

There was no more straw in Charles' room now, and the day after he visited Borja's house, he had negotiated deals with his sponsors.

The clothes seller made a few suits for him, the shoe seller measured his feet and prepared a few pairs of shoes, and the weapon workshop prepared some weapons and equipment according to his requirements. After learning that his residence had no furniture, the carpenter farted. Dianpidian came running, in addition to the bed and cabinets, he also made some shelves according to his requirements.

The bow-making workshop with a keen sense of smell came before he could make a sound, and brought his own proud work.

Charles made a selection, and then chose a work by a female bow-making workshop that was on the verge of bankruptcy.

After he performed twice, orders for that workshop were lined up for the following year.

As soon as Master Hozenploz opened the door of the room, he saw Charles, who was covered in sweat, grabbing his hands on the wooden frame and slowly pulling his body up.

"What are you doing?" the master asked Charles, bewildered.

Charles replied with some difficulty: "Waking up the muscles."

The master feels very strange, isn't it just pulling his body up, what's so difficult.

When he looked down, he found that there were a lot of iron blocks hanging on Charles' feet.

When he was in the world of Hogwarts, Charles found that his physique was different from that of ordinary people, his muscle density was much larger, and the weight under the same body was much heavier than ordinary people.

In his mind, this is the result of magic strengthening.

When he was in Little Arthur's world, he found that Diana was the same, weighing more than a girl of the same size.

So he experimented with the leader of the flock, and sure enough, under the constant strengthening of magic, the density, strength, and speed of the sheep's mutton far surpassed other sheep, and even the wolf was no match for it in its heyday.

Now that he can't use magic, this muscle is the last card, and he has been using the prisoner's fitness method in the room during this time to work out.

Master Hozenproz ignored how he woke up his muscles and said to him, "A master appointed you to perform an exhibition game the day after tomorrow, and you must perform."

"Okay," Charles replied, "as long as it's not indiscriminate."

Although he wanted to kill people in this line of work, he didn't want to become an emotionless killing machine, killing as little as he could.

It doesn't matter if the opponent is a death row prisoner, but if he is an item slave like the first day, he can't fight.

After listening to Borja's speculation about Charles' origin, Master Hozenploz also thought that he came from a place where nerds abounded, so he felt that his request was a matter of course.

More importantly, the current queen is also from that region. God knows if he and the queen are relatives.

The master said to him, "Don't worry, the master just wants to know if you can deal with fifty wolves at once."

Charles' face darkened instantly.

In the afternoon, while he was doing push-ups with an iron on his back, a girl entered the room with a whistle and closed the door.

"Here are sixty arrows. You are in a hurry. I will deliver the remaining forty arrows tomorrow." The girl hung the quiver behind her on the shelf.

With the arrows in place, she put a package on the bed and sat on the edge of the bed while Charles finished the set of push-ups.

After standing up, Charles took the towel thrown and wiped the sweat from his body.

"Lona," he asked the girl, "have you been exercising lately?"

"Yes!" said the somewhat round girl, "I will exercise every night according to your method."

Charles nodded and said, "That's good, you can't exercise intermittently, let alone be fast, and you have to rest, just do as I say."

He could see that the girl was a little thinner than when they first met a while ago.

Rona's family has been making bows and arrows for more than a hundred years. Previously, like other bow workshops, they mainly produced bamboo and wood composite bows.

This empire is dominated by heavy infantry, and archers are only auxiliary, so the development of bow and arrow is very slow, and archery is naturally no way to compare with Charles.

Rona's father has invested a lot of manpower and material resources to develop a compound bow in the past ten years, but this bow just produced a few qualified products, he encountered a mudslide during a delivery to the army, the entire convoy and cargo. disappeared into the abyss.

Naturally, the army would not give money if they did not receive the goods, and they had to pay a large sum of money for breaking the contract, so the Rona family was on the verge of bankruptcy, and Rona could only try their luck with Charles with those compound bows.

So at that time, when Charles was choosing a bow, he chose her family's works, and later gave her many mature opinions and suggestions.

Rona was also an expert in bow and arrow making under the influence of her father since she was a child. She felt that what Charles said made sense, but it would take a year or two to produce results.

After Charles was done sweating, Rona opened the package, which contained several thick books.

"These are the history books you want," Rona said. "It's strange that you are the first gladiator to buy books."

Charles got a lot of tips during the exhibition game. All the money was used to buy books. Anyway, there is no money to eat in the cafeteria here.

He said: "If I perform well in the exhibition game the day after tomorrow, I will give you a lot of money, and then I will ask you to take me to a place where books are sold."

After listening to it, Rona said regretfully: "If you are not a slave, you can go to the Imperial Library, where there are all kinds of books."

Charles pinched his chin and thought for a moment, wondering if he should ask Mr. Hozenproz to do him a favor and make an excuse to go to the library on the day off.

Rona didn't stay for long and went back soon.

She had a panicked look on her face when she delivered the remaining forty arrows the next day.

It's just that when she saw that Charles was sleeping on the bed at the moment, a burst of anger ignited in her heart, and she punched her belly.

"Ow!" Charles screamed and sat up, "Don't do this next time."

He took back the dagger on Rona's neck, just now he thought someone was going to murder him for tomorrow's game.

Rona's face was pale, just now she thought that Charles was really going to cut her throat, and life memories had begun to appear in her mind.

"You have to deal with fifty wolves alone?" she asked hurriedly after recovering a little. "Now even the fish sellers in the wet market know about it."

"Yeah," Charles replied calmly, "so I'm going to have a good rest today."

Rona felt embarrassed when she heard him say that. She saw this guy sleeping just now and thought it was laziness, forgetting that rest is more important at this time.

"This is for you." She took out three corkscrewed earthenware bottles from the cloth bag and placed them on the table. "Drink it to restore your strength. Drink one bottle with dinner and one bottle before going to bed. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Another bottle before play tomorrow."

Charles smiled and said, "Thank you, I remember it."

It's a "sports drink" with vinegar and honey plus various juices, and it's also available in the arena, but it tastes awful.

Rona said to him: "You have a good rest, you must win tomorrow, I used my private house money and the workshop's public money to buy you to win!"

Charles took a deep breath to calm down. He almost grabbed the girl and pressed her leg to perform a "Fumo Palm Technique" just now.

Rona left, Charles continued to lie back on the bed, closed his eyes and entered the dream platform stand-alone version.

If it is in a forest or other place, he can use the terrain to deal with so many wolves.

But it's no joke to deal with so many wolves at once in a small closed field. I'm afraid there will be no place to move. He needs to do more exercises to formulate a combat plan.