"The black cell is built and the performance begins. I will come with gifts in three days and you summon the nobles." The warden frowned and kept thinking about what the other party said.
He naturally knows who Sergio is. He is the current head of the spy family among the four major families and the president of the Aogu City mercenary union, but his own strength is mediocre.
But even so, the other party is still a marquis, and he is still the kind that has been passed down for hundreds of years. I believe that as long as he refuses, he will definitely be accused of unwarranted charges.
In desperation, the warden had no choice but to bite the bullet and send invitations to the nobles he was familiar with. Since he couldn't afford to offend the other party, he simply stayed honest and obedient.
But he also kept it in mind, because the words in the letter were in the name of Sergio. But he himself seemed to be a matchmaker.
Three days later, a dozen nobles entered the prison in a carriage. Then Sergio also arrived as promised, which reassured the warden who was originally worried.
"Isn't this Sir Sergio? Why are you here if you didn't go to your underground arena today?" The leader of the nobles asked with a smile.
"The Black Prison is open for business again. As a noble of the royal city, I naturally have to come with gifts." Sergio replied calmly, showing the majesty of a marquis.
"Yes... that's it. It's Sir Sergio's wish today, and I'm looking forward to it very much now." Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, the warden immediately reached out and motioned for everyone to go to the basement.
A moment later, everyone filed in and sat on the long leather chairs in the box according to their status. The room still smelled of wood and was satisfying, and the crystal glasses were filled with extremely expensive wine.
Sergio waited for everyone to sit down, then nodded to the servants. More than thirty prisoners were seen standing on the stage with chains on them, with depressed expressions.
Most of them were poor people, or ordinary people. But everyone still found professionals and even three aliens mixed in.
If you say you are not curious about this situation, you would be lying. But everyone present is a noble, but they also restrained the urge to ask.
Sergio is very satisfied with his current situation. This feeling of being looked up to by others has not happened for a long time. At least before he became the owner of the underground arena, he was like an ostracized stranger.
His thoughts dissipated with the sound of the shackles rubbing against the ground. Sergio turned around and looked at everyone, and slowly opened his mouth.
"There is a kind of game that is the favorite of poor children, and it is also one of the few entertainment items."
"This kind of game can only be played in the Withering Moon and the Harvest Moon. It is based on the ground and the number of people is two."
"Its name is Pulling Roots. Both sides hold leaf roots in their hands and interlock with each other, and grab the two ends of the leaf roots in their own hands."
"As for the conditions for winning, it depends on who has the leaf root in his hand broken first."
Sergio said softly, as if he was recalling his childhood, when he and his friends wielded wooden swords and ran around the city of Augu all day long.
The nobles were confused after hearing this. They are nobles and have been pampered since childhood. How could they know such a boring game?
"I heard that the dark cell is an underground playground for nobles, and when I come here today, I naturally bring you a new game."
After Sergio finished speaking, he nodded to the servant. The two prisoners were pulled out of the chains and then pulled into the air.
Two begging for mercy gradually appeared in the silent dark cell basement, and then turned into curses, and finally ended with screams. After everything returned to calm, the surviving man's face turned pale, as if he had experienced the most terrifying thing. p>
As for the other person, he was divided into two parts at the waist. His upper body maintained a ferocious expression, while his lower body was still twitching.
The former is a preparatory warrior, but even so, he can still unleash his fighting spirit. It is this weak fighting spirit that can strangle the opponent alive.
"Wonderful! It's so wonderful! Let's raise a glass to Mr. Sergio!" The leading noble laughed loudly, and then drank the wine in the crystal glass.
"I wonder if we can participate in it. Watching it is interesting, but being there is another kind of sublimation." The leading noble said again.
"Fifty gold coins each for ordinary people, 100 gold coins for professionals, and 200 gold coins for aliens."
"And no one can only choose one at a time. As for the opponent...you decide for yourself."
Sergio smiled even more, and then told the price he had thought of in advance. The warden on the side had a strange face, and the hands in his sleeves had already turned white.
That's right, Sergio came to the black jail today to grab business. Although the underground arena is now making a lot of money, he still feels that it is not enough.
"I'll go first, I want that big orc man!" A noble young man wearing a light green brocade robe said loudly, waving his hand and throwing a money bag to Sergio.
"Only you? Are you worthy? I choose the knight attendant, and the loser will have to pay three maids." Another noble sitting at the far end answered, and also threw out a money bag.
The screams sounded again, but this time they were mixed with orc language. The bloody atmosphere filled the basement of the dark cell, and crazy laughter came from the box.
Immediately afterwards, this extremely bloody scene continued to take place. The nobles were selecting their favorite prisoners while looking for their opponents.
Imperial real estate, slave maids, gold coins and magic crystals, and even priceless weapons and armor. Papers with handprints were put into the arms, and curses and laughter were mixed together.
The black market has once again resumed its greatest function, reaping the lives of countless people while satisfying the desires of a small number of people.
Mountains of gold coins filled the wooden box again, and the attendants were sweating profusely, but their faces were full of joy. No one was too small a tip, and no one stopped because of fatigue.
In the end, there were only two orcs left on the stage. On the left was the middle-aged man, and on the right was a young man who looked somewhat similar to him.
"Brother, don't be afraid! Our ancestors will protect us. These people are devils. We shouldn't cry." The middle-aged man laughed wildly, but the corners of his eyes were already wet.
"Brother, I want to go back to the Wada tribe, to the prairie, and to become a mad warrior." The young man cried, his voice full of regret.
The screams rang out again, but this time the two sides did not activate their fighting spirit. This was a tacit understanding between brothers, but it also made each other more painful.
In the end, the middle-aged man pushed the fighting spirit in his body to the extreme, and his younger brother slowly closed his eyes. A roar echoed in the basement, and he bit off his tongue and died instantly.
The nobles clapped their hands with satisfaction. At this point, there was no living thing on the stage. Everyone left in the carriage and will meet again in two weeks.
"You have always been a low-class person, right." Sergio was sitting in the empty box at this time, and his voice became very cold.
"Sir... Your Majesty, I was carried away by the destruction of the prison earlier, and my attitude towards you just now was too presumptuous." The warden's body trembled suddenly, and it was only then that he thought of the other party's identity.
It’s beyond your reach.
"From now on, I will account for 20% of the profits of the black jail. Do you have any objections?" Sergio said, stood up and left.
Hearing this, although the warden was unwilling, he had no choice but to bow and salute. He wanted to report the matter to Finance Minister Frei as soon as possible, because the other party was his biggest backer.