"As the leader of a country, you actually went to fight!"
Sitting in the restaurant of the institute in Soul Space, Rachel drank the draft beer in her hand, her face turned red, and she complained loudly to Todd: "I already opposed the original plan to rescue Boyle!
What a good thing now, you still want to pretend to be him and fight?!"
Todd explained with a wry smile: "Boyle's identity is too important... His reputation is at the peak of the sky among hundreds of barbarian tribes. If this power can be grasped, the Muxi Kingdom can..."
"No matter how important he is, is the king of Muxi Kingdom important?!" Rachel pushed the beer glass aside, took out a box of Haagen-Dazs from the freezer on the bar, opened the lid, and said angrily
: "You may have defeated your opponent today, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? Your enemies will only get stronger and stronger, and sooner or later, your identity will be exposed!"
Todd touched the bridge of his nose and said, "I also understand the principle of long nights and long dreams, so I need your help."
"Help? I thought you could handle everything by yourself." Rachel glanced at Todd, scooped up a piece of ice cream with a small spoon, put it into her mouth, her eyes lit up: "This tastes pretty good, in Muxi Kingdom
Can it be done?”
Picking up the lid and reading the ingredient list carefully, Todd replied: "It may be difficult to make it exactly the same, but it can still be done roughly the same."
Taking another piece and putting it in her mouth, Rachel nodded and said, "That's okay. This can be used as the signature of the sister hotel, just enough to make up for the lack of desserts... No, what did I just say? What do you want me to do?
busy?"
"I want to learn Hindi."
Rachel rolled her eyes at Todd: "Are you planning to live in the red circle forever?"
The latter did not deny it: "I need to be able to communicate with other people in Chiquan, and the language barrier is the biggest problem."
Rachel didn't say anything, and finished the ice cream in one bite. She put down her spoon and looked at Todd and said, "I know you want to save Boyle's people, and I also know you want to find out the whereabouts of Aisha. But you want to
Anyway, you have now obtained the identity of Boyle. His people have no value to you. Leaving here as soon as possible is the most important thing. As for Aisha, she has no reputation and cannot even be guaranteed.
A loyal pirate, I believe there are many people who can replace her..."
Before she finished speaking, looking at the helpless look on Todd's face, Rachel closed her eyes and sighed: "You want to say you can't do it, right?"
"Why do you put responsibilities that don't belong to you on your shoulders?" Rachel opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her with tenderness in her eyes: "It's like climbing a mountain. There are obviously more tricks and conveniences.
Why do you choose the most difficult and dangerous route?"
Todd shook his head slightly: "Take the mountain climbing you just mentioned as an example. During the climb, some people only see the top of the mountain. What they value more is that I conquered the mountain; but there are also some people who, in the process of climbing, only have the top of the mountain in their eyes.
During the climb, what they care about is the scenery along the way and the meaning of the journey. What they want more is that I own this mountain."
Tapping the edge of the paper cup lightly with a spoon, Rachel lay on the table, looked at Todd and said, "Is the process important?"
Todd smiled: "Does the result matter?"
Looking at the woman's hair scattered on the table, Todd's face showed a look of nostalgia: "Human beings can only understand a truth after being exposed to death once. The so-called meaning of life has nothing to do with the material you possess."
It has nothing to do with power. The key lies in whether your life is wonderful and whether you have walked through the most beautiful scenery..."
Rachel asked in confusion: "Is this philosophy?"
Todd shook his head and smiled and said, "This is experience."
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Red Circle Arena, ground floor, management office.
The director of the arena, sitting at his desk, asked his subordinates: "Who is the traitor's next opponent?"
The latter quickly replied: "Stalker Ackerman, he is good at using bows and arrows and throwing knives, and his running speed is unmatched by anyone."
"Stupid!" the supervisor yelled at his subordinates: "Even the Skinner who had won nineteen battles was defeated by that guy. What can this idiot who can only use a bow and arrow do?"
The subordinate said in embarrassment: "Boss, the schedules of the more powerful gladiators have been fully booked recently, and we really can't arrange them."
The supervisor grabbed the opponent's roster, looked at the list above, thought for a moment, picked up a pen and outlined the selected names one by one.
The subordinate looked at this move and asked in confusion: "What are you...?"
After reading the chosen names again, the supervisor nodded with satisfaction and returned the roster to his subordinates: "Find all these people for me and let them face Boyle the day after tomorrow!"
Taking a look at the list, the surprised subordinate said in a trembling voice: "Boss, did you make a mistake? You have chosen ten people in total! There are shield guards, archers, and spears.
There’s another assassin!”
The supervisor put his feet on the table, looked at the ceiling, and said to himself: "If one person can't defeat him, then what about a group of people?"
The subordinate looked at the list again and asked again: "Boss, according to the rules of the arena, even if more people fight less, at most it will be two against one, or three against one. Ten against one, this is not inevitable.
too……"
Staring at his subordinates fiercely, the supervisor roared: "Do you know who that Boyle is?! If he doesn't die, Chiquan will have no peace for a day! In short, he must die in the next fight!"
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Red Circle Arena, basement level, gladiator training ground.
The tall and thin young man, while playing with the flying knife in his hand, said to the sturdy man holding up the stone lock: "Have you heard about the gladiatorial fight the day after tomorrow?"
The latter continued training on his own without any intention of paying any attention to the former.
The tall and thin man found a stone step, sat down, crossed his legs, and said slowly: "Ten people beat one person, I really don't know what those people think."
The sturdy man ignored him and continued to dance with the stone lock in his hand.
"Those people also said that whoever can kill Boyle in a gladiatorial battle will be free..."
Hearing the young man's words, the sturdy man stopped his training and said in a sullen voice: "Ackerman, I advise you to give up this idea."
The young man known as Ackerman looked at the other person curiously and asked: "Why not? Casper? As long as you can kill that barbarian, you can return to the Holy Acropolis and continue to be your knight.
, as for me, I plan to go to Muxi Kingdom to find a job."
Casper put the stone lock on the ground, with a hint of sadness on his resolute and square face: "During the Great Retreat to Watch Canyon, I lost my old boss and my two brothers. I no longer plan to return to the south.
Already."
Ackerman stuck the flying knife in the soil and sighed: "I am no better than you. Those villagers of Qianmu Village who believed in the church's promise and chose to retreat eastward were killed, starved to death, and exhausted.
Yes, today, I am the only one left."
Casper twisted his arms, stretched his muscles, shook his head and said: "Even if I kill the barbarian, I don't think those people will keep their promise. If you don't believe it, think about the promises they made before.
Has the item been realized? Besides, that Boyle defeated the Skinner, so killing him is not an easy task..."
Ackerman thought for a while and suddenly said: "As for the fight the day after tomorrow, do you want to take a gamble?"
Casper frowned and looked at the other person: "Betting?"