"Look, what is this? It's too much!" Jiang Feng was so angry that he wanted to throw the astrolabe, and said through gritted teeth: "Don't let me know who designed this module, otherwise I will definitely send it to that bastard.
blade!"
"Calm down, haven't you seen it yet? This is a 'plot kill'."
Gao Fei smiled and comforted the furious Jiang Nuxia.
"Four obviously high-level enemies suddenly appeared to look for trouble. There was no option for negotiation, and no team formation was allowed. This clearly shows that Somo is destined to escape today. If you really succeed in escaping, the subsequent plot will be compiled.
I can’t go down anymore.”
"Ah...really? Let me see!"
Jiang Feng quickly checked the astrolabe prompts, and the anger on his face faded and turned into relief.
"Goofy! I'm really yours! Sure enough, you guessed it right. The astrolabe prompted me whether I should spend a burst of energy, skip the cutscene, and go directly to the next story scene!"
Gao Fei shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing special, it's just a common screenwriter routine. If I write like this in a novel, I'm sure some readers will jump out and yell at me for forcibly torturing the protagonist."
"So, Internet writers are quite pitiful..." Jiang Feng looked at him sympathetically, "What should we do next?"
"Are you hungry? If not, continue to advance the plot."
"A little hungry..." Jiang Feng touched his stomach, "It's already past 7 o'clock, how about we go have dinner first?"
Gao Fei nodded in agreement and exited the game.
The two put away the astrolabe, changed their shoes and went out.
The twist in the plot was too abrupt. Jiang Feng was also thinking about Su Mo's situation while eating, and seemed to have no appetite.
Gao Fei ate something with her and then left the restaurant, returned to the dormitory, entered the "Foreigners of the Vast Sea" module, and continued to watch the battle.
After spending a beam of astrolabe energy, Jiang Feng quickly skipped the journey of Somo being escorted by the slave hunting team. The scene changed and the story stage came to a metropolis located in the northern part of the Gobi Desert.
A week later, the young warrior monk Soma, who had lost his freedom, was escorted to Sevinia, an autonomous city-state in the south of the Kingdom of Feizhen, and sold into a slave auction house for a price of 300 gold coins.
After the game cutscene, when Jiang Feng once again turned on the "divine mode" and regained control of Somo, he found himself locked in a cell at the auction house, with all his belongings and dagger taken away. Fortunately, the most important thing
Both pieces of equipment - the "sword girdle" and the magic collar - are still on him.
"This detail is not reasonable. It is a compromise made by the game designer to the players." Gao Fei commented as the author, "The players will be angry after being killed by the script. If they find the two most precious things
The magic weapon was also taken away, and even if it can be taken back from the slave-hunting mercenaries later as the plot develops, I still feel unhappy after all."
Jiang Feng agreed with him, but now he couldn't care less about settling the score with the slave hunting team. The top priority was to try to escape from prison and regain his freedom.
She leaned on Soma and walked around the cell, trying to find a way to escape, such as a skylight.
The cell was filled with slaves captured from all over the place. Most of them had marks of whipping on their bodies. They looked haggard and huddled in the corner dejectedly. They had no hope of regaining freedom.
A bald man wearing a leather waistcoat, holding a leather whip, patrolled the cells, his fierce eyes swept over the slaves, like a butcher selecting lambs.
The bald jailer's gaze fell on Somo, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he approached him fiercely.
"Little guy, is that thing around your neck made of gold or copper? Take it off and let me have a look!"
"It's just an ordinary brass collar, worthless."
Jiang Feng tried to get through, but he failed to master the "deception" skill. The difficulty of the DC20 test was too high. Not only did he fail to deceive the jailer, but he actually angered the jailer. His face darkened and he whipped him fiercely.
Jiang Feng's monk, with 18 points of agility attribute, was no mere decoration. He stepped sideways without thinking, dodged to avoid the whip that whizzed down, grabbed the tip of the whip with his backhand, and suddenly pulled hard!
The jailer never expected that the young slave would react so quickly. When he realized that the whipping was in vain, he was stunned for a moment.
In a dazed moment, he suddenly felt a strong force coming through the whip, and he stumbled forward involuntarily.
Jiang Feng took advantage of the situation and swept the hall's legs, tripping the conceited jailer to the ground and giving him a "dog's shit" on the spot.
Jiang Nuxia had been holding back her anger and had nowhere to vent her anger. The jailer came to look for trouble, and he used it as a "punching bag." He whipped the guy over the head and face with a whip, causing him to roll on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy.
"Young man, you fought well!"
There were cheers outside the cell door.
Jiang Feng put down his whip and turned to look at the door warily.
A middle-aged man with a white scarf on his head stood outside the cell door, clapping his hands. The loose silk robe could not cover his plump belly, and the carefully groomed mustache added a little more to the fat face full of smiles.
Rich and noble style.
"Young man, my name is Abdullah Ismail. I run a gladiatorial arena in the city. I came here today to select gladiators worthy of training. I am so lucky to meet such a good young man like you!"
The boss of the arena laughed heartily, his fat face shining.
"What does this damn fat guy mean? I have a vague feeling that he has no good intentions..." Jiang Feng switched to God's perspective and discussed the next development of the plot with Gao Fei.
"Isn't this obvious? The fat boss plans to pay for Somo, take him back and train him as a gladiator, and use Somo as a tool to make money." Gao Fei noticed Jiang Feng's ugly face and persuaded her with a smile, "Although this fat man is not
He’s not a good person, but in business, you can’t find fault with what others do, and being a gladiator is better than being in jail here.”
"That's true." Jiang Feng reluctantly accepted his guidance.
The next plot development was as expected by Gao Fei. Mr. Ismail found the owner of the slave auction house and after some bargaining, for the sake of his regular customers, the owner of the auction house only charged 500 gold coins to sell Su
The motorcycle was sold to Mr. Ismail.
Somo walked out of the cell, was escorted by two tall orc guards, got into a carriage, and followed his new owner Abdullah Ismail to the most luxurious arena in Sevinia.
As a newcomer, Sumo is not yet qualified to compete on the stage, and must first receive training at the Gladiator Office.
In this era and in this city, gladiatorial games were the most popular entertainment activity for all classes of society.
Gladiators were not only slaves without personal freedom, but they were also widely watched public figures. The player who won in the arena would become a big star that the whole city was watching.
Even the ladies of the upper class regard the champions in the arena as their idols, rush to offer them flowers, generously give them expensive gifts, and even get jealous and fight over their idols.
