"You don't need to know the reason. As long as you can win, I can double the reward for this game." Earl Theodor replied coldly. His implication was already very obvious. The reason was not qualified to know by Justinian's identity, and he had no room for bargaining.

It was enough to give him a double reward. The man looked at Justinian's reaction with an almost arrogant look. If Justinian surrendered, then the boy would be nothing like that. Even if Muzfius valued him in Theodor's view, there was no value at all.

On the side, Hendriel was also watching everything nervously. He had already helped Justinian to this point. If he couldn't control it, he would be helpless. But in the atmosphere created by Theodor, even he felt a little scared, and can Justinian continue to persevere?

But Theodor's intimidating gaze did not make Justinian timid, and Justinian raised his head and said coldly: "If that were the case, I would probably not be sure to win him. And even if I win by chance, you should know that I am not short of gold." Since it has reached this point, Justinian simply put forward his own conditions. He knew that this was a risk, but he also understood that this was the only opportunity.

After receiving Justinian's reply, a trace of meaning came out of Count Theodor's eyes, and the man still maintained a cold face. The next moment, a heavy and cold voice sounded.

"Oh, it seems you have other requests, right?"

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On the racecourse, people watched the scene in horror. With the power of one person alone, the heavily armored warrior defeated several experienced gladiators.

But this was really disappointing. Now they were irreconcilable with the Latin people, but the winner was wearing a Latin-style chain mail and a bucket helmet. The dissatisfaction of the audience in the stands became obvious, and booed one after another, but it was already very obvious now that as long as the warrior killed the elephant, he would be the unquestionable winner.

On the other side, Ali Sandro, who was seriously injured, was stepped on by a heavy armored warrior and could not move. Although he should be glad that he was not killed, the humiliation was almost endless. He could not even struggle with his shoulder blades being nailed to the ground with a sharp knife.

But at this moment, when everyone thought the ending was destined, the iron gate of the racetrack was suddenly opened slowly.

In a small secret room, Justinian was sitting on a chair. He finally agreed to fight with Theodor. At this moment, he was fully armed and staring at the sword in his hand, while Hendriel stood opposite him, reminding him, "Be careful, that person is not so easy to deal with, don't be careless."

Justinian put down the sword in his hand, put on the chain armor gloves, and suddenly looked up at Hendriel: "But you have not told me who that person is yet! I am afraid that his identity will make the Earl Theodor dare not execute him publicly, but need to pretend to be me, and I am afraid that I will have to bear it on my behalf."

"You don't have to worry about this. As long as you don't reveal your identity, there will be no hidden dangers. Moreover, the Earl also gave you enough compensation." Hendriel replied lightly.

At this moment, Justinian's face had a subtle expression, "Of course I know this. If it weren't for this, Count Theodor would not have agreed to send troops to the Peloponnese to recover the Moria Military Region. But this is probably due to your gift, Hendriel." At this moment, even though he was stupid, Justinian had guessed that Hendriel had been secretly helping him, whether it was to stop Romanus before or to recommend him to Count Theodor this time. But Justinian would not trust the other party easily, and he was very puzzled why Hendriel did this.

More importantly, why was the man known about the plan to cross the sea to Peloponnese, which forced Justinian to be alert.

Faced with Justinian's questioning, Hendriel was silent, but he did not give a clear answer, "You will know this in the future, Justinian. But now do your best to win this game! This is what you should be busy with now. The time has come."

The door of the secret room was opened, and Justinian was finally about to appear.

So Justinian just smiled and said nothing, "Then I might be wrong about you. I know, I'm afraid this time I can have this opportunity thanks to you secretly recommending me. No matter what, I have to thank you." After that, Justinian put on his final outfit, he put on his helmet, and the mail helmet left only a gap in his eyes, so that no one knew who he was.

He followed the guide to the venue, and looking at Justinian's back, Hendriel muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Then use your strength to prove it!" Although he knew that the duel between Justinian and Romanus won, it did not mean that he was sure to defeat the heavy armored warrior in this game. Maybe it was not wise for him to do so, but since Justinian was valued by that person, he had to show his strength.

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Under the gaze of the crowd, just when people thought the outcome was decided, the iron gate was opened, and a new warrior walked out, wearing traditional Byzantine armor and came into the sight of everyone.

This should have been inconsistent with the rules, because the game was halfway through, and no one could intervene in the middle. However, the disgust of the Latins made the audience above burst into an astonishing cheer when they saw a brave imperial warrior coming out.

At the same time, a carriage led by three gorgeous horses drove in. It was the host of the beast-fighting performance. He said with great pride: "Ladies and gentlemen, the previous game was already very exciting, but I believe you probably didn't feel happy, so our Count suggested that we invite the last warrior to play, and next will be a one-on-one duel! Is our Latin warriors able to win the championship or the warriors of our Roman Empire who can be favored by the goddess of victory? Please wait and see!"

The man knew very well when he would stir up the emotions of the audience. Suddenly, the stands were crowded with people, completely leaving the rules of the beast-fighting performance behind him.

Justinian was wearing a traditional Byzantine spire helmet, and walked in. He was wearing a unique Byzantine armor, which formed a sharp contrast with the Latin warrior on the opposite side. Justinian held the Nordic Byzantine style and became Aramano's two-handed heavy sword, and walked to the opposite side of the heavy armor warrior. Although he was fully armed, the opponent's armor was heavier in comparison, but it also meant that the opponent's defense was better.

But looking at all this carefully, Justinian immediately understood the intention of all this. Although it seemed that the protection was very good, such bulky armor was actually not suitable for the warrior's combat style. When he walked in, he saw that the armor was welded to death in every place, which made it impossible for the person wearing it to take off his armor. It was obvious that this was done on purpose by Count Theodor, but the opponent was too powerful, and even so, the gladiators were still vulnerable in front of him.

Justinian, whose face was covered by mail, only showed a pair of blue eyes. He said nothing, but just bowed to the other party.

Although the other party was his enemy at this time, Justinian felt that he should give the other party some respect, and he was indeed worthy of doing so himself.

Everyone looked at this scene quietly without any rush. To everyone's surprise, the heavy armored warrior bowed to him at this time, as if responding to Justinian.

On the platform, Count Theodor was silently watching everything below. It can be said that at this moment, all hope was in the hands of the boy. He had to say that he also had a little appreciation for Justinian and understood why Muzfius chose this kid. But even so, everything that happened just now made him very unhappy. Justinian had such a big appetite and asked himself to go to Peloponnese as commander to fight and ask him to give him military support. The price was much greater than two plates of golden sand. If possible, Theodor now hoped that the two below could eventually be defeated and resolved by the battle elephant.

Theodor finally accepted the heavy infantry of a thousand people, but this also made the man feel very distressed. These heavy infantry are no more than the temporary recruitment of mercenaries. They are his private elite troops, not measured by money. But now in order to achieve his goal, Count Theodor has to bear the pain of giving up, but at this time he looked at the boy in the armor below and was also pondering slightly.

With just a little bit of people, even with the help of the Turks, it would be a bit of a loss to recover Moria. You should know that the so-called Achaia vassal state has been occupied by the Latins, and the military armaments there are extremely strong. They once defeated the Rome army of nearly 10,000 people with hundreds of knights. That is almost ten times more enemy! The Achaia vassal state is not an ordinary person. With the power of Justinian now, he is simply attacking stones with eggs.
Chapter completed!