The world did not fall into chaos due to Boom's failure to advance, and the noise in the High Court never stopped. After confirming again, Rikka stood up and walked out of the courtyard.
Life still has to go on, and the bamboo basket wanders around the market area again. Although Boom practices harder, he also accepts the fact that he failed.
At the same time, a three-masted sailboat also slowly sailed into Hornworm Bay. The huge wooden box kept wailing, and heavy ruts passed through the dense iron birch forest, passed through Pama City, and finally appeared in Nightingale Grassland.<
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The Cisse cavalry glanced at the document coldly, and after confirming that it was correct, he inserted the rapier back into his waist. The sound of iron shackles could be heard continuously, and a dozen ragged muscular men formed a vertical row.
The warm sunshine cannot illuminate their hearts, and blood is constantly oozing from their chapped lips. The pattern of a two-headed dragon is imprinted on their chests. This is the tradition of the Sisse gladiators, and it is the most shameful mark.
Passing through the city gate, entering the High Court, and walking on the smooth bluestone pavement. Although they were greeted by bursts of cheers, there was no trace of happiness on anyone's face.
The noise gradually expanded in their ears. This was not some illusion, but that they had reached the end. This is the burial ground for most of them, or it is more appropriate to call it a grave.
The Cisse Arena is an oval building covering an area of about 20,000 square meters and a wall height of 57 meters. The huge stone pillars are carved with statues of gods and demons, and of course there are also ridicules of King Ogu.
The Coliseum of Cisse has existed for nearly a thousand years. It is the favorite entertainment venue of Highgarden people, and it is also a place to vent excess energy and resentment.
The blood-soaked gravel exudes a stench all year round, and the half-exposed skeletons listen to the screams. The low-quality ale dyes the stone steps dark brown, and the broken teeth in the corners are stuck to the flesh.
Everyone slowly entered, and the huge iron door behind them closed again. After counting the number of people, the mercenary captain bowed respectfully to each other.
"We have escorted the goods to the High Court as required. Sir, you can check it." The mercenary captain said loudly and lowered his head again.
He did this not because of the other party's noble status or the so-called rewards. Although the mercenary captain himself is a high-level warrior, he also has an idol he worships, and that idol is standing aside at this time. p>
"No problem, I look forward to our next cooperation. This is your reward." The arena owner threw a money bag to the other party, and then began to look at these "goods" carefully.
Sebastian, the owner of the Cisse Arena, is a smooth man and a slave trader. The Arena is his home and the place where his ancestors have lived for generations.
On the premise of turning over countless gold coins every year, Grand Duke Grylls acquiesced in various evil deeds of the Sebastian family, including smuggling magic crystals and even reselling contracted beast eggs.
Although the family business should be continued, the pace of the times is unstoppable. In today's world, it is no longer possible to maintain the original luxurious life just by running the arena.
Therefore, Sebastian changed his strategy, and the arena became more and more like a kind of barrier, and the inside was decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
More than a dozen slaves were divided into two square formations. The seven on the left looked strong, with unabashed hatred exuding in their angry eyes.
"Send these people to prison, and after three months I will see their determination to fight." Sebastian waved his hand and ordered his men to take them away.
But the eight people on the right looked extremely panicked. They had no tongues in their mouths, and even ten fingers on their hands were cut off.
"Take out the high-grade magic crystals from these people's stomachs, chop their bodies into pieces and give them to the poor." After Sebastian said that, he turned and walked towards the main stand.
The silent man on the side followed closely behind. He didn't look at the unlucky people, and he didn't even show the slightest strangeness on his face.
The two of them sat quietly on the stone steps, quietly watching the bloody show below. A moment later, the eight people completely lost their lives, and were replaced by a bag of high-grade magic crystals.
The mutilated corpse slowly disappeared among the gravel, and the countless blood stains were like the devil's incantation, more like the last prayers of the gods and angels.
The midday sun warmed the Xisai Arena, and the flying dust from time to time swirled in the venue. But the noisy sounds were blocked outside, blocked in this Shura arena where the souls of injustice gathered.
"This is a sacred arena, where one should prove one's will with blood and courage, and should not be stained by the dirty world." The man took the opponent's wine bag and said softly.
"Times have changed, and the Sebastian family will naturally follow closely. This is my blood, my will, and my courage." Sebastian grinned and replied immediately.
"These are just your sophistry. Greed has blinded your eyes and made you lost in the quagmire of materialistic desires." The man sighed and kept looking at the arena.
He has never met his parents, and he doesn’t know where he comes from. He grew up here, and it was Sebastian who trained him to be a gladiator, and it was Sebastian who allowed him to live today.<
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But the young bird will eventually spread its wings, the blue sky is an irresistible temptation, and the unknown ocean is waiting for its travelers.
"Do you know why I like it here? Because I once wanted to leave and travel the whole world." Sebastian laughed and drank several sips of ale.
In his opinion, the other party is still the little kid he once was. Freedom is nothing, blue sky and white clouds are nothing, family life is the most important.
The result of sticking to the gladiatorial arena will only make the Sebastian family disappear in time. Maybe many years later, people will not remember that there was such an ancient family.
He has no objection to killing and blood. Having grown up in a gladiatorial arena since he was a child, he has long been accustomed to the stench in the air.
"Now people don't like this kind of pure fighting, and they don't know what's so good about those prisoner torture shows." Sebastian looked at the sky and said again.
"This is not a reason for you to give up your faith, nor is it an excuse for you to escape." The man stood up and walked down, his figure lonely and lonely.
"Davao, I always regard you as my heir. If you can stay, this arena will be yours in a few decades." Sebastian murmured.
The man's body suddenly froze, but his footsteps did not stop in the end. The guard bowed and saluted, and the rusty iron gate slowly opened.
Finally, the man returned to his "room". This was the prison located at the deepest part of the arena. Although it was dirty and dilapidated, it was his "home".
Standing in the corner, the man looked towards the main stand through the only vent in the wall. He saw Sebastian still sitting on the stone steps, still drinking ale.
In the sunlight, the figure of the other party seemed to be gradually lengthening, and finally connected with the shadows in the arena. The breeze blew his blond hair, mixing the excess gravel into his eyes.
Looking at each other, Sebastian grinned, his expression looking very happy, but the man was squatting in the shadow, his nails deeply embedded in his flesh.