No one expected that Gaius would immediately stop the arena executioners from intervening and scare them away.
The blue-skinned barbarian who had just been spared the punishment of beheading was so frightened that he howled and cried.
The famous disciples in the stands let out another burst of ridicule and teasing laughter.
The blue-skinned barbarian is not a barbarian fighter at all. He is not even as good as an ordinary barbarian warrior, and he actually cries.
Gaius made a huge embarrassment because he played a fake match in public, in full view of the public. He was bound to become a laughing stock in the aristocratic circle, and also damaged Golden Sunflower's reputation.
Everyone thought that Gaius had reached this state, and when he ordered his executioners to stop him, he planned to personally chop off the blue-skinned slave who had made him look bad.
This certainly cannot restore his lost reputation, but it can vent his anger.
However, Gaius walked straight under the stands, raised his head and asked loudly: "Clark, did I buy this barbarian slave gladiator with money? Why did you send an executioner to kill me without my consent?
Barbarian slave?!"
Clark on the high platform couldn't believe that Gaius would point the finger at him. He sent the executioner to end the farce as soon as possible to avoid Gaius from making a fool of himself. He glanced at Gaius's guardian again and found that
Dickert didn't say anything, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
The high-ranking dragon-blooded half-elf believed that his arrogant nephew needed a public defeat, and his attitude did not change.
Clark also couldn't stand Gaius's arrogance. As the commander of the legion, he needed to maintain his authority.
"Gaius, I forgive your rudeness."
"You did pay me, and I also took out a rare blue-skinned slave to serve as your opponent...but I never said that I would resell the blue-skinned slave to you!"
"Is that so?!"
Gaius was stunned for a while, and then asked loudly and angrily: "Then what does the 5,000 gold pagodas I gave you count?"
Clark smiled slightly, relaxed his body and leaned back, leaning into the arms of a wealthy lady, and said calmly: "It's compensation...to compensate for the loss of a rare barbarian slave."
"But he is not dead. Now I want him to continue to live as my slave." Gaius said quickly.
"Haha... I have already collected your money, and the deal between us has been reached. Or do you not understand what the deal between us is?" Clark laughed, shook his head, and said, "You can do this
Understand, you just bought the life of the blue-skinned barbarian from me for 5,000 gold pagodas. I agree and accept your money. According to the laws of Luoye City, the blue-skinned barbarian is my private property while he is alive.
It will be yours only after death."
Slave traders were especially proficient in legal provisions, and the young Gaius was silenced by Clark.
It is true that he has a noble birth and a strong background, but when it comes to personal power and influence, he is not qualified to challenge Clark.
The blue-skinned barbarian's footwork skills were obviously very useful to him, but the proud Gaius couldn't make soft pleas to Clark.
Clark had already thought that the talented swordsman from the famous Jin Sunflower family was interested in Barbarian Slave's sliding skills. Normally, he would have betrayed him, but at this moment, he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off.
"Gaius, you can't make everyone obey your will, and you can't do whatever you want... Don't even think about changing the deal we made before!" Clark raised his voice so that the nobles around him could
I heard, "I took your money, and now I will kill the blue-skinned slave to complete the agreed deal!"
After saying that, he waved his hand vigorously, and four more Dragon Vein Shield guards jumped from the stands into the arena and slowly approached Gaius' position.
Gaius could not subdue four Dragon Vein Shield guards at once, but would be subdued by the opponent. He had no choice but to sigh and let the executioners in the arena complete their work.
"Wait a minute."
All the nobles in the stands heard the news and ran away, only to see a fat man running towards him quickly.
He looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, with short curly brown hair. His face is trimmed cleanly with a razor, including his eyebrows. He wears a brightly colored short-sleeved tunic, which is on his wrists and neck.
He wore gold jewelry on his head and looked like a typical half-elf rich man.
In a military town, even if everyone doesn't wear armor, they at least wear professional suits and weapons.
Except for wealthy ladies.
So the visitor looked very lazy.
As the top military commander of Echo Town, Clark couldn't help but frowned, and then said accusingly: "Berg, are you dressed up for a banquet?"
"Sir Clark, it's not your turn to take care of me yet, and it will be the same in the future." The middle-aged man said unceremoniously.
"What? You...what did you say?!" Clark couldn't believe that he heard such an answer, and asked in a stunned tone.
Everyone was in an uproar. They knew this middle-aged man. His name was Berg, and he was the vice president of the Luoye City Adventurer Union. He had a low social status but great power. At least here, there were more than a thousand adventurers.
Follow his mission arrangements. However, Berg has always been tactful. He always smiles and does not offend anyone. When he sees a rich and famous family, he will only nod and bow down. He does not have the dignity of a vice president at all.
Even though Berg is a powerful figure, he is a veteran fifth-level swordsman, and he has the support of the famous Golden Oak family, but most of the nobles in Fallen Leaf City despise his personality and jokingly call him "slug", which means spineless.
This time Clark led troops to conquer the orc invaders, and specifically asked Vice President Berg of the Adventurer's Guild to assist him, because he thought he had no backbone.
Berg lived up to expectations and cooperated with Clark like a slave.
Clark also issued mission instructions to various adventure groups through Berg's status as vice president.
The two of them usually maintain a good relationship, with one acting like a master and the other acting like a bitch. However, in the past few days, Berg claimed that he was feeling unwell, canceled all social activities, and did not appear in public.
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Several wealthy ladies shook the small fans in their hands very fast, their eyes were bright, waiting for the "good show" to continue.
Clark's eyes shrank, and his narrowed eyes were full of threats like a big cat, but he said in a compassionate tone, "Oh, my dear friend, it seems that you are very ill, and your fevered mind may be like paste..."
But don't worry, go back and rest first, I will send the best doctor to treat your brain fever right away."
"There's no need for a doctor, I just want a few slaves from you." Berg sneered, took out a small bag from his pocket, and threw it on the wooden table in front of Clark, "I don't want it in vain, this is
Money to buy slaves.”
A small bag, even if it is filled with the most expensive gems, does not cost much.
Clark didn't pick up the bag at all. He was wondering why Berg suddenly became so abnormal.
"You want a slave? Okay, we can talk in private." He continued to try to save the situation. If Berg agreed to talk in private, it meant that even if there were conflicts between the two parties, they could still communicate and resolve them. But if Berg rejected Clark's proposal, both parties must be made public.
The contradiction indicates that the problem is serious.
"Let's talk clearly now! I will take away the barbarian slaves below; starting from today, all fighting in the arena will be stopped, and all mixed-race children will be temporarily detained. Finally, the Adventurer's Guild of Fallen Leaf City will judge their crimes for abandoning Braun Town;
In addition, you need to send cavalry to assist the adventurers in going out to fight!"
Clark was shocked and angry. Putting aside the three conditions offered by "Slug" Berg, there must be a reason behind why he openly broke with himself on such an occasion. Perhaps there were changes in Fallen Leaf City that were unfavorable to him.
, causing Berg, a wallflower, to be eager to draw a clear line with himself.
The town of Braun has been recaptured, and Clark has no plans to fight the orc invaders. He just wants to maintain the status quo for the time being, wait until he gets military honors, is promoted to a real general, and then leaves the mess here to others.
He is most worried that some political opponents will pick this time to hold him back and take credit for his achievements.
Thinking of this, Clark no longer wanted to stay in the stands. He stared at Vice President Berg fiercely and asked, "What if I don't agree?"
"Come, chop off my head! Cut off my head... If you can, chop off my head, come on!"
Berg stretched his head over, pointed at his thick neck, and yelled sternly: "If you don't kill me today, the more than a thousand adventurers on the front line will never be done with you... If you kill me, the adventure of Fallen Leaf City will be over."
The trade union is not done with you!"
Mercenaries mutiny!
The celebrities and ladies who were watching the excitement finally realized the seriousness of the problem. They stood up one after another, called the bodyguards to escort them out of the arena, and planned to go outside to inquire about the situation and prepare for contingency.
Due to Clark's passive defense strategy, there was no active force to take the initiative to eliminate the orc invaders. This resulted in the adventurer group becoming the main force in the battle. They performed the tasks of guarding, patrolling, reconnaissance, and escorting. Due to their small number, they were reduced to
The target of the attack by the orc invaders.
In the eyes of the regular legions of the Alliance, adventurers who charge money to fight are equal to mercenaries, and their life and death do not need to be considered at all.
However, the adventure group must be responsible for themselves when taking on war missions. They assist the regular legion in fighting, not to be the main force.
Without Clark's elite cavalry, each adventure group is suffering the greatest casualties.
Before the conflict between the two parties completely breaks out, the pressure of each adventure group will first be transferred to Vice President Berg.
To be honest, the super large adventure group "Wildfire" that came to join the battle has enough influence to make Vice President Berg lose his official position. What's more, there are several large adventure groups on the front line. If they join forces to put pressure, Berg can also bear it.
Can't live.
Clark had never evaluated the possibility of a collective mutiny in the adventure group. It was not until today when he was threatened in public by Berg that he realized why the regular army of the alliance hated and guarded against the adventure group working together.
Adventure groups are useful, but not very useful. If you use the adventure group to death, you have to be careful about their backlash.
Nineteen years ago, there was a bad incident of a regular legion suppressing adventurers, and more than a thousand adventurers were killed. Subsequently, Leos, the director of the Alliance Adventurer Union, spent two years to bring down the legionnaire.
Chang forced them into the arena and killed them all with his own hands.
It was not a one-on-one duel, but Commander Leos facing off against the legion commander and his twenty servant guards alone.
Commander Leos is a legendary professional who broke through the eighth level and entered the realm of heroes. He even risked his own life, trapping and killing a general, and vowed to defend the authority of the Adventurer's Guild to the death.
There was no one in the stands now. Clark smiled bitterly at Berg and said, "We are friends. If you have any questions, you can talk to me first. There is no need to make it like this."
Berg sneered again: "I'll communicate with you first? Is it useful?"
Clark was at a loss for words. If Berg continued to approach him in a groveling manner as usual, making various demands for adventurer mercenaries, he would definitely not be able to agree and would kick Berg out.
Clark's eyes flickered and he continued to test: "What does the mixed-race deserter in Braun Town have to do with this matter?"
Berg waved his hand and said: "The Red Lion Bottom was famous during his lifetime. You openly persecuted the hybrids he trained. Many adventurers are dissatisfied. You give me a face today and don't touch those hybrids again. The arena must be closed."
.If I accomplish this, the adventurers will believe that I can solve their problems."
"Otherwise, once all the major adventure groups evacuate, can Braun Town still be able to hold on? I will be held accountable by the union, and I will drag you along with me to suffer the same misfortune!"
"Okay, the arena will be closed now. You can send someone to take over." Clark said simply: "When will we negotiate?"
"Four days...four days later, I will bring 'Wildfire' and representatives from several other big adventure groups to negotiate with you."
The two sides were already at odds with each other, and there was nothing to say. In the end, Berg led the blue-skinned slave and walked away in a swaggering manner.
Clark stared at his back, his eyes becoming gloomy little by little.
"This matter is by no means as simple as a mercenary mutiny!"
He said without looking back: "I still suspect that Baltru of the Flame Tiger Legion is behind the scenes. Maybe he is about to convince the Fallen Leaf City Council to take my place and snatch my military glory!"
"Linda, I can only rely on you now. Please go back to Fallen Leaf City and help me keep an eye on the parliament." Clark turned around and said to a young lady with a graceful figure wearing a gauze skirt.
Wearing a veil and headscarf, the lady's purple eyes are so beautiful that her heart beats faster.
She laughed softly and said: "Lord Clark, don't worry. The high priest will solve all your troubles at the rear... We will help you become a powerful general of Luoye City no matter what."