Mayena saw that it was getting late outside and the snow had stopped, so she reminded the boy who was cleaning the shop with a broom to go back.
Hearing this, the boy wiped the sweat from his forehead, put the broom on the edge of the counter and said, "Oh? Then just sweep the rest of the place."
After finally finishing the work of sorting out the books, Mayena left the cleaning work of the store to him. Although he had already expected that a day's work for this gold coin would not be so easy, he was still a little tired because of his busy hands and feet.
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"Haha, what a beautiful thought."
Mayena, who was sitting on a high shelf reading a book, pushed up her glasses, held her head high and said:
"Next time you come, you have to clean everything up for me."
"Okay, okay! If I clear it, I will clear it."
Alas, what a lazy and strange guy.
The young man sighed secretly in his heart and reached out to take off the woolen jacket from his shoulders.
"Put your coat on the chair, thank you."
Mayena stared at the book and said, "No, just put it on and go back. The wind outside is quite cold, so don't catch a cold."
"Eh? Is that okay? I am a warrior after all, so I am not afraid of the cold."
Mayena continued to look at the classics in her hand and said in a slightly helpless tone: "Yes, injured warrior, you will go to the arena the day after tomorrow. If you get sick and catch a cold, are you in a hurry to report to heaven? Besides, I don't
I need this coat."
"Okay, I'll bring it over tomorrow."
"No, you don't have to come tomorrow, I'll give you a holiday."
"Ah? Why?"
Am I given a holiday after only one day of work?
The young man was a little surprised.
"Did you forget that you are going to the arena the day after tomorrow? I will give you one day to prepare. Of course, you can come and work during the holiday if you want."
"Uh, okay, thank you very much."
"If you have a competition in the future, you can ask me for leave the day before the competition. As compensation, I will not give you any weekend leave." As Moena said, she continued to lower her head and read the book, while the book shelf was on the spine with her left hand untouched.
He traced his way towards the empty bag on his waist.
"Okay, I accept."
There is no excuse for this. The conditions offered by Mayena are already very humane. Besides, the young man has never expected to take a vacation. He originally wanted to work for those two months quickly so as to pay off his debts.
After all, he doesn't like to owe others anything.
Seeing that the young man readily agreed, Mayena was also a little relieved, thinking it was time to give him some reward, so she took out a thin piece of papyrus from the space bag, and after sandwiching it under the cover of the book, she
Asked the young man: "Well, do you have any information about the opponent the day after tomorrow?"
"Uh, no...it seems only the inside knows, right?"
If it is not a particularly important competition, the gladiators will not know their opponents in advance.
The young man actually still doesn't know who he is facing.
"Here you go, then."
Mayena raised her eyebrows and threw the papyrus in her hand towards the boy below.
"ah?"
After determining the rough trajectory of the piece of papyrus floating in the air, the young man quickly stepped back and held it in his hand.
Mayena continued to stare at the book between her knees and said calmly: "This is a ruthless character, please don't hang up."
"Uh-huh."
Although he hasn't read the content on this piece of paper yet, since Mayena said so, I'm afraid the other party is indeed difficult to deal with.
After carefully putting away the papyrus, the young man said, "Are you asking me specifically?"
"No, it's just...a promotional poster that I happened to pick up. The guy you're going to fight is quite famous in Iron Feather City."
Mayena replied vaguely, her eyes still focused on the exquisite passages in the book.
"Okay, thank you anyway, I will study it carefully when I get back."
The boy casually patted the dust on his head, then turned and walked towards the store door, and Mayena's voice came from behind:
"Remember to wash your coat before returning it to me. I don't want to see fleas on it."
"I know! I'm going back."
"One more thing..."
"Um, is there anything else?"
Although Mayena's voice was very low this time, as if it was forced out by holding it in his mouth, the boy's hearing was trained, and he could still distinguish Mayena's voice even if it was as low as the buzz of a mosquito.
Moena took a breath, turned to the young man at the door of the store, and said loudly: "Don't come here with a broken arm or leg, protect yourself, and go for another victory!"
The young man was stunned. If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed that this was what the arrogant high elf would say.
But it's a pity...
"I know, I will do it."
This is something I can do without you having to tell me.
...
After leaving the divination hall, the boy did not return to the medical room.
After old Woz's previous examination, his injuries have basically healed, and his broken ribs have almost healed. Sitting in the hotbed of the medical room cannot allow his muscles to return to a state of preparation for war.
The boy was holding an oil paper bag containing bread in his left hand. He was about to take the key from his trouser pocket to open the door of his independent mud house with his right hand, but found that the lock cylinder on the door was missing.
"Is there a thief coming?"
Although the young man did not sense anyone's presence outside the door, he could not rule out the danger inside. When he was hesitating whether to enter the room, an old and weak voice came from behind him.
"Hey! Boy, you want to know what happened at your house?"
The door to the opposite door opened a crack, and a ragged old man leaned out half of his body. The young man turned to look at him and said, "Of course, how much do you want?"
There is nothing free in Iron Feather City, including information.
The old man smiled slyly and said, "3 steel coins."
He knew something about this black-haired boy. This black-haired boy was a gladiator, and he was probably the youngest one in the Iron Feather City Arena. As long as a gladiator could make it out of the arena alive,
There was no shortage of steel coins, and now that this kid was clearly in trouble, the old man proposed a price that he thought was reasonable.
"Your information is really valuable. I only offer 1 steel coin."
Unexpectedly, the young man actually bargained. The old man's face froze, but he still smiled and said: "The thieves who came to your house are not ordinary thieves. It costs money to provoke them. You have to give me at least two steel coins."
"Oh, those guards, right? Got it."
Hearing what the old man said, the young man guessed who it was. Since it was those dull-witted guards of Tieyu City, there was no need to worry about any mechanisms in the house.
He turned around again, reached out and pushed open the old door, and walked directly into the house.
Seeing that the young man's figure in the crack of the door was getting smaller and smaller, the old man quickly shouted: "Hey! Boy, don't you want to know the details?"
"It's okay, I don't need your detailed information."
The young man closed the wooden door, and just as the wooden door was about to hit the door frame, he threw a croissant through the narrow crack in the door to the lost old man.
"But thanks anyway."
"Hey! Okay."
The old man quickly grabbed the piece of bread, wrapped it in his sleeves, and retreated tremblingly back to his house.
First he threw his large woolen coat on the bed to avoid getting dirty. Then he groped in the dark and found a flint and a candle. After giving the room a light source, he held the candle and walked to the chair that had fallen on the floor and bent down to hold it up.
He got up, then he casually patted the dust on it and sat on it.
He just checked a little and found that he didn't miss anything. After all, he didn't leave anything useful here in the first place, but there were some damages in these already worn-out furniture.
For example, the wooden table next to his chair is originally three long and one short. It needs a brick to be placed on the short legs to make it stable. Now I don’t know which irritable man is searching his room after searching through the cabinets and still finding nothing.
In anger, he kicked it.
Of course the legs of the table, which originally had several wormholes, were broken. Now the legs of this table are two long, one short and one extremely short.
It seems that he will have to take time to get some nails, hammers and other tools to repair it tomorrow.
After all, it was inconvenient to read a book without the table, and he had to study the two books of exercises given by Mayena.
This room of less than ten square meters is his own residence in Tieyu City.
This simple mud house is indeed small, but fortunately there are no roommates, so he can be alone and quiet.
The boy likes quietness, and being noisy is not in line with his personality. The same is generally true for his requirements for the environment. The more secluded the surrounding environment, the more he can calm down.
Although this mud house is very simple, except for being a bit narrow, the bed being a bit hard, the broken walls in disrepair causing air leakage, and a mouse nest built in the wall hole on the top, the living conditions are generally quite good.
After ignoring the sounds of women's laughter and moans coming from the neighbors every day in the middle of the night, the living environment is actually quite beautiful.
Uh, why do I get more and more sad the more I think about it...
The young man shook his head quickly to get rid of the depressed thoughts from his mind.
"Let's study my opponent a little bit."
He tore open the bottom seal of the oil-paper bag that seemed to be filled with bread, and a heavy cloth bag fell into the boy's hand.
What was contained in the bag was the two exercises, the Tongyu Crystal Tablet, and... information about the mysterious opponent.
Although knowing the opponent's information in advance does involve cheating, the young man has also heard that most gladiators will use their connections to obtain information about their opponents for themselves when they have enough time to prepare for the game.
It's just that he doesn't have such connections, so he can only learn about his opponent's general situation half an hour before going on the court, and he can only slowly figure out his opponent's detailed abilities during the game.
But this time he finally had more time to prepare. Although it was only a day and a half ahead of schedule, it was much better than before.
However, he still had a feeling that things would not go so smoothly.
Since the table had been destroyed, the boy who was sitting on the chair put the two books on his lap, holding the candle in his left hand, and with his right hand he pulled out the piece of papyrus with many small characters written on it from the pages of the "Dark Magic Sutra"
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"My opponent this time is...an orc?!"
The above introduction made the young man's eyes widen involuntarily.
The orcs, who can tear apart tigers and leopards with their bare hands and drink blood from their hair, have always been a symbol of power and brutality. Extraordinary ancient power is gathered in their bodies, and their warlike and bloodthirsty nature flows in their blood. It can be said that the orcs are "wow" from their mother's body.
You are a warrior from the moment you land.
When these natural warriors step into the arena where they are constantly killing, they are like dancers stepping onto their own stage.
When the battle horn sounds and both sides lift their blades, the roaring orcs are the masters of everything!
However, this was not the first time that the boy had fought against the orcs. He did understand how terrifying the orcs were, but he also understood that the orcs were not invincible.
The young man read the words on the papyrus: "Bai Feng, a tiger tribe warrior, eighteen years old, adult, female."
"She's actually a tigress? Why would Mayena say she's a ruthless character?"
Although the young man had been in the Badafinger Legion for two years, he had never seen a Khajiit warrior before, let alone a female warrior.
Since the first generation of Orc King was started from the Tiger Tribe, the Khajiit's status is very high among the Orcs, and there are few Tiger Tribes charging into battle on the frontline battlefields.
But back then, the Orc King relied on 800 tiger warriors to make his fortune. In the end, he fought for fifteen years, conquered the orc tribes, and established the powerful orc empire - Sharjah.
Since then, the Khajiit tribe has become a high-status entity among the orcs.
"Isn't it time for the Khajiit to be raised as a fat cat? Are he really still capable of fighting? Forget it, keep reading."
In the boy's mind, a big cat with the wrinkles on its face could hold donuts in it and the shape of a big cat with fat balls popped up in his mind.
"Baifeng's record is: in the first battle three years ago, against the demonized saber-toothed tiger, he won..."
Fight with twelve Tatar infantry and win.
Fight against the heavily armored orcs and win.
Battlefield Shield Demon Rat, wins.
Fight the puppet master and win.
...
After the tiger warrior Bai Feng entered the Iron Feather City Arena, he went through a total of seventy-six battles, with seventy-six wins and zero losses.
"I'll choke you!!"
How to win?
The young man threw the tissue paper on the ground and grabbed his black hair with both hands.