Although the map is a bit tattered, many of the paint colors inside are new. It should be that after some changes were made, modifications were made on the basis of the original map. And as the veteran said, the markings on it are so detailed that even the illiterate can
Even Ye Ze can understand it. The fork must be the place for eating, and the sword should be the fighting place...
As for some unfamiliar patterns, there are text annotations in the lower right corner. You can find out by asking Stan and others.
"And this." The veteran picked up another black iron sign.
"What is this?" Ye Ze took it and looked at it. On the front was two crossed swords and a ferocious animal head. On the back, there was a bunch of messy words and some patterns.
"There are only two types of people who come to Doujie, either those who come to participate in gladiatorial games, or those who have a lot of money and have nowhere to spend it for fun." The veteran glanced at Ye Ze: "You are not the rich one at first glance.
kind."
"Well, you have a keen eye." Ye Ze nodded honestly.
"There are thirty-three large and small arenas in Dou Street. Only gladiators who have reached a certain level can participate in high-level arenas." The veteran clicked on the sign in Ye Ze's hand and said:
"This is the identity card of the lowest-level gladiator. Even a high-level magic sealer can only start from the bottom. Only when you have accumulated enough achievements can you exchange for a higher identity card and participate in higher-level gladiators.
Don't say I didn't remind you, as long as you register at any fighting arena, you can get this brand for free. But in that case, you must participate in a certain number of games or achieve the results specified by the fighting arena, otherwise you are prohibited from leaving the fighting arena.
Street. Of course, if you are confident in dealing with the killers in the arena, you can also forcefully leave."
Yeze nodded, indicating that he understood. This thing is really what he needs. They will only stay here for ten days, and they don't want to be delayed by the number of battles. In order to save some money, they will provoke bigger enemies.
Ye Ze can't get into any trouble.
The old soldier saw that Yeze wanted both of these things, and he immediately became very happy, and he introduced a lot of other gadgets to Yeze one by one. However, in Yeze's view, compared with the previous two items, the rest
The stuff seems a bit tasteless.
What are the so-called discount tokens of hotels and hotels, and the guide to recruiting prostitutes with clearly marked prices...
"Um, this uncle..." Ye Ze said politely while avoiding the overwhelming spitting stars: "All I need is a map and an identity card. You know, I am a poor man and don't have that much money..."
The veteran was stunned and murmured: "That's true, I almost forgot."
"Hey, what about the prices of these two things..." Yeze breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave immediately after buying it. This veteran is really annoying. Yeze would rather risk his life with the beast monster than fight this guy again.
The old man spoke.
"By the way, I need seven of these identity tags." Yeze added.
"Are those guys at the back also participating? A strange team." The veteran glanced at the fat man's army standing in the distance and said: "Okay, since you want so much, then I'll make it cheaper."
Ye Ze was overjoyed: "Ha, thank you so much..."
"Two hundred thousand dollars for each brand!"
Before Yeze could finish his words of thanks, he was choked back by the veteran's words.
"What? Two hundred thousand dollars?" Ye Ze was very suspicious that he heard wrongly.
"Wrong, it's 200,000 U.S. dollars for each brand." The veteran emphasized: "Seven brands are worth 1.4 million U.S. dollars. I'm bleeding a lot. Counting 1 million U.S. dollars, I'll give you the map for free."
Damn it, you are bleeding profusely, you are a profiteer!!
Yeze's teeth were itching with hatred. Could this old guy have calculated how much money he had?
Although one million dollars is a lot of money, Yeze can really afford it. When he was in Maltiburg, Yeze robbed two silver cards, one was given to Hickory, and the other was kept secret by himself.
A silver card is equivalent to one million knives. Because he had such a huge sum of money, other knives pretended to be generous and donated it to Shiluhe Maintenance Academy.
One million knives can be regarded as Ye Ze's entire possessions. As for those magic cards, Ye Ze has no plans to exchange them for money yet.
Ye Ze wished he could kill this old man with one claw and kill people directly.
However, Ye Ze was just thinking about it.
A strong dragon cannot overwhelm local snakes. If this veteran dares to engage in shady business here, he must have someone to rely on. Ye Ze doesn't want to offend unknown enemies when he first arrives at Dou Street and hasn't figured out the connections yet.
What's more, although the veteran was slovenly, his body exuded a strange energy fluctuation. It seemed to be at the black iron level, but Ye Ze always felt it was weird. And after the veteran opened his eyes,
Ye Ze felt an inexplicable palpitation, just like facing the Yamata in the fallen leaf swamp.
A dormant beast may seem harmless, but if it breaks out and hurts someone, it is unstoppable.
This sense of danger was honed by Ye Ze in the deciduous swamp. That's why Ye Ze always respected the veteran and did not suspect that the things he sold were fake.
A being as dangerous as Baqi couldn't afford to cheat him out of a small amount of money.
"Well..." Ye Zeqiang took a breath and said with a dry smile: "Do you think we can get a better discount? Don't you see it too? I am a poor man and I don't spend money for excitement..."
The veteran rolled his eyes at Yeze and snorted without saying anything. What he meant was, if you want to buy something, buy it quickly. If you don't have money, don't talk nonsense.
This damn veteran oily should really get into money's eyes and be suffocated to death!
Yeze sighed and took out the silver card with great pain.
Seeing Yinka, the veteran's eyes suddenly lit up several times.
Good guy, this guy is indeed rich.
The veteran actually didn't expect that Yeze really had so much money. He noticed the fluctuation of Yeze's energy. Although Yeze was exaggerated and violent, he was at least a high-level warrior. He thought about how he had some good things. If he didn't have enough money, he could get something else.
The toys were paid off. Who would have thought that I really caught a fat sheep today.
"Hahaha, young man is really refreshing." Lao Lao Yue couldn't close his mouth. He quickly took out a notebook and said: "The name of the team, the name of the leader, just name it, I will register it."
"Uh..." Yeze choked again.
It's really easy to get things done when you have money, and it's quite fun. Even if you apply for a fake certificate, it won't be that efficient.
As for the name of the team, Yeze thought of the "Hand of Light" in the Royal Academy, so he simply went the other way and chose "Hand of Darkness". No one would have thought that this name that would be resounding throughout the mainland would be so carelessly chosen.
born.
The main purpose for veterans to register team names is to make it easier for Yeze and the others to participate in gladiatorial battles. It doesn't matter what they are called. Anyway, from the perspective of veterans, it only takes a few days for Yeze and the others to die or not. People die every day on Doujie, and many teams die.
Gone.
"Boy, don't worry about this little money." The veteran looked at Ye Ze's aching expression and comforted him with a smile: "As long as you can survive a few fights, you can easily repay this little money. For low-level fights,
The reward for winning a game is at least 100,000 knives."
"How profitable is it to fight?" Yeze was a little surprised. He only knew that the winner had the right to choose a trophy, and that was what he came for. Unexpectedly, there was a monetary reward.
The veteran snorted: "This is just a low-level fight. If you can enter Arena No. 1, the money will scare you to death."
Yeze decided to come to Doujie. At first, he just wanted to find new beast monsters and train his students. But after hearing what the veteran said, his thoughts became more complicated. Since he is making money like this, this trip cannot be in vain.
coming……
Ye Ze was dreaming about getting rich when the veteran spoke again: "Boy, those fat guys in the back..."
"Do their names also need to be registered?" Ye Ze paused and asked.
"No, you are considered a team, as long as you have the name of the leader." The veteran glanced into the distance: "For Daoer's sake, I have an obligation to remind you that they are going to be in trouble."
Yeze frowned slightly and turned around...
When he came here, Ye Ze was afraid that something would go wrong, so he asked the students to wait where they were. But at this time, a convoy, three carriages, and more than thirty escorting knights came from the other direction. The little fat guys were just there
On the route of the convoy.
They also found that they were blocking the road, so after discovering it, they took the initiative to give way. However, because they had just driven for a long time and were tired, their reaction was a little slower, and the convoy was traveling very fast.
, the convoy still paused for a moment.
"Who asked you to stop? What should I do if I startle my lady!" A middle-aged knight rode from the back of the team to the front of the team and yelled at a young knight in front.
The young knight seemed a little dissatisfied, but still explained: "Sir, there are a few people resting here. If you don't stop, you will bump into them."
The middle-aged knight glanced at the group of six fat men who had just stepped aside, and snorted: "It's just a few fat pigs, can this make you stop? What do you do for food? Is the lance in your hand just a decoration? No way.
If you pick someone, then go back and pick shit for me..."
A flash of anger flashed across the young knight's face, but he still lowered his head.
At this time, a female voice came from inside the car: "My wife told me to go to the city quickly. She doesn't want to miss tonight's gladiatorial battle."
"As ordered!" The middle-aged knight first responded flatteringly, and then glared at the young knight fiercely: "Why don't you hurry up and clear the way."
When the motorcade started moving again, the middle-aged knight glanced at Stan and others on the roadside again, snorted and spit out thick phlegm. Mogolin couldn't dodge and fell on his feet.
Mogolin was filled with embarrassment and anger. The faces of the fat fellows were all blue and purple, and their teeth were clenching. But even the most impulsive Huo Lin did not say a word because they saw the logo of the team, a delicate red rose.
That is the emblem of the Francis family, the most powerful family in the Northern Frost Empire second only to the royal family.
There are two leaves on the stem of the rose, which means that the person sitting in the car is the second generation of the Francis family. Among the second generation, there is only one person who is qualified to be called a lady, the head of the family, Bashi.
Er's youngest daughter, Frances Julie.
However, they knew each other, but Yeze didn't. But even if they did, Yeze wouldn't take it seriously.
The only child of the third generation of the Francis family has been abandoned by Ye Ze, so why would he care about a certain lady?
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