Chapter Thirty-Six, Chicks Spreading Their Wings 10
Lapusi felt that everything was terrible, because all his gold coins were wasted today.
As the servant of Vidoc, the only female Vidoc, he could only place his gold coins on his master's eyes.
This caused him to be in a bad mood today.
The three people who came first all contributed their heads, causing him to lose all his gold coins.
The only sword and shield player who won, he thought he was too thin so he didn't put up the bet, but this damn guy actually won...
Oh, God of Light, that damn old widower!
Unfortunately, he only had two rubies left in his purse, and his master had one gladiator who was not on the field.
The guy is not tall, has dirty red hair and beard, and the scars on his body look good at fighting, but he is too young!
It is difficult for young people in the arena to see the sun the next day.
Rapsey felt like his heart was bleeding. As the gladiator chosen by his master for the finale, he had to place a bet to show respect for his master. Otherwise, his master wouldn't mind grabbing his legs and tearing him apart, then decapitating him.
Throw it into a pile of skulls at your doorstep.
Will this little redhead win?
The two rubies are a tribute to the master this month. If you lose again, you will have to sell the slave in your hand to raise enough tribute money...
Oh, damn God of Light, damn Ancestor Locke!
He kept cursing in his mouth.
Rapsey once had a very prominent surname, Locke.
This surname belonging to the lord of the Middle-earth Plains once brought him a good life and a respected status, but also brought him a lot of suffering - when the Holy Empire changed its throne from old to new, he was pushed to the forefront by his family
He took sides, but it turned out that the prince he supported was not the current emperor.
Naturally, he became the family's hot potato and the scapegoat to resolve the emperor's grudges.
Not only was he deprived of his surname, he was also expelled from the Middle-earth Plain.
At first, like many people with the same fate, he ran to the city of Gardinanlas, but he was unable to cope with the endless troubles made by the Griffin Legion and was forced to move to the City of Sin. After more than ten years of hard work, he managed to achieve his goals every day.
He became Denise Vidocq's servant for the price of two rubies a month.
He is nearly sixty years old, but his eldest child is not yet an adult, so he has to run around making a living.
There is no soil for the poor to survive in the City of Sin. Those who have lost their wealth will either starve to death in the ravines outside the city or die in the arena. He is not poor. He runs a tavern and occasionally acts as a slave trader, making a steady stream of money.
His gold coins made his family live well, and paying tribute on time every month made him highly valued by his master.
In the city of sin, one cannot survive without the protection of the strong.
But the goddess of luck forgot to favor him in the past two years.
Being valued by his master, he follows him around every day, and he inevitably adds gold coins again and again, and the money bag becomes lighter day by day.
Same today, damn it!
If the red-haired boy loses again, it means he has to sell his slaves to raise enough monthly tribute.
Great master, can your vision be better?
Rapsey glanced at the tall figure sitting in front of her, Denise Viddock.
The Vic people do not have surnames. Only strong men with two pairs of arms have "Vidoc" as the suffix of their names.
Denise means flower. It is said that when she was born, it was the season when flowers were blooming all over the valley, so her mother gave her this name.
As for who her father is, like all Vic people, no one knows.
She is lucky because her mother is attached to a powerful Vidocq, so she can protect her from the hunting rules of the clan, allowing her to grow into the only female "Vidoc" today.
She is as tough and bloodthirsty as the male Vic, and has a brain as cunning as the humans.
She controls one-sixth of the city's streets and has countless gold coins.
Gold coins are a good thing, which makes her have many followers, both within the clan and outside the clan.
Expanded strength also brings inflated ambitions. She hopes to one day become the high priest of the Vic people and manage the entire tribe.
In fact it's pretty fast.
Including her and her rivals, eight of the seventeen Vidocqs are only interested in killing. As long as Sin City can ensure a constant supply of blood, they don't care whether there is a high priest above their heads.
Because in the tradition of the Victor, no one can order Victor.
Four of the remaining seven have already expressed support for her, and the other three support her rival Georgia.
Five people are fighting against four people. It seems that she has a big advantage, but this is not the case.
In order to ensure the reproduction of the race, Vidocq, the high-end military force that protects the race, cannot hunt each other.
However, you can initiate a duel, with the consent of both parties and the witness of all Vidocqs, and use force to force the other party to submit to your conditions.
Denise is very confident in her own abilities.
She has asked Georgia for a duel many times, but the answer she received was only one word: Get out!
Denise was helpless about this.
She couldn't do anything, otherwise all the Vidocqs would unite and tear her into pieces.
In the past ten years, she has used every method allowed by the rules, and the opponent is as invulnerable as a turtle with its head reduced.
Fortunately, she didn't give up.
So I waited for a slim chance: this year's Blood Sacrifice Ceremony will be hosted by Georgia.
The Blood Sacrifice Ceremony, held once a year, is the anniversary of the founding of Sin City, the ancestor sacrifice day of the Vic people, and the hunting game of all Vic's.
On this day, Sin City will hold a grand hunting feast.
Each Vidocq will lead three carefully selected gladiators to participate, and the bet is half of the profits of the block he controls for a year.
Georgia, who is the host of the ceremony, is entitled to a hard-earned fee.
Each victorious Vidocq had a tenth of his profits handed over to him free of charge.
He also has the obligation to protect the dignity of the race. His three gladiators are composed of Victors for the final winner to challenge. If his three gladiators lose, then he must surrender to the winner's Victor.
Or choose a duel for your own dignity.
Denise knew.
If her gladiator reaches the end, Georgia will not choose a duel, but will lower her head and choose to support herself as the high priest.
Because there are also strong and weak points among Vidocq, it just so happens that Georgia's strength is far inferior to hers.
Denise also knew that it would be difficult to achieve such harsh conditions.
In addition to Georgia and herself, there are fifteen Vidocqs. It is difficult for her to ensure that her gladiators survive to the end and succeed in the challenge.
But this is the only chance.
Now that there is hope, we must give it a try. What if we succeed?
High Priest, what a wonderful title, the Vic people have not had a high priest for nearly a thousand years!
And the female high priest is unprecedented!
By then, you will be sung in history!
This is the reason Denise often chooses to buy Gladiator.
There are only two months until the grand ceremony, and she must hurry up and select the outstanding candidates.
This is also the reason why Lapusi frequently loses gold coins. Every time, he is taken by Denise and is forced to press down the gold coins under the watchful eyes of his master.
Red-haired human boy, will you be one of my stepping stones to glory?
Denise looked at Chris in the duel, muttering to herself, and then threw a small bag of rubies to the servant behind her, "Rapsey, go beat the red-haired guy and win!"
"Listen to your will, great master."
Lapusi was astonished by his master's generosity.
There are more than ten gems in this small bag, which is half of the tribute he paid.
It was not far from the place where the gambling table was registered, but it was only a few steps away. He quickly completed the instructions from the master, but stood there hesitating.
"Should I press on?"
"Believe in the master's vision and get back the capital with profits!"
"Don't believe her. Her vision has caused you countless bad luck and lost countless lovely gold coins!"
His eyes turned red, and he held the two remaining rubies tightly in his palms. Two voices were arguing in his mind.
"Old Rapsey, do you want to place a bet? The duel is about to begin!"
The person responsible for registering bets teased Lapusi, who frequently lost money, and interrupted his battle between heaven and man.
"Ah, yes! My master's gladiator wins!"
Feeling a little angry, he slapped the two rubies on the table and said viciously.
After Ruby left his hand, he began to regret his impulsiveness and transferred his anger to Chris.
Swear to the damn old widower God of Light!
Red-haired boy, if you lose, I will feed your body to wild dogs!
It was already past noon.
But no one in the audience felt hungry or tired at all.
They were still full of energy and still shouted hoarsely in tribute to the bloody fight.
At this time, Chris finally came on stage. His young and beautiful face and the scars vaguely visible on his body made many viewers inexplicably excited.
"Red-haired boy, you must survive. I'm placing all my bets on you!"
"Red-haired boy, be careful of the bald guy opposite, he keeps staring at your butt!"
"Red-haired boy, you..."
In Sin City, scars are medals and blood is glory. It is normal for Chris to receive cheers from many people, but it also brought him four vicious looks.
The final battle was a melee between five people.
Only one person can survive, or no one can survive.
The most anticipated one is naturally the bloodiest.
Therefore, Chris may face a one-on-one challenge, or he may be beaten by several people.