Chapter 249, Gambling Fighting Arena (End)

Kil shook his cloak again, turned his head and carefully checked whether his new cloak was damaged.

But fortunately, the material of this cloak is still very solid. It was shaken with great force and there was no damage. It is indeed the work of a famous craftsman, even though it is only the work of a young man.

There was a wailing in the audience below, all caused by people trying to avoid the splinters of the wooden sticks, but people's wailing was just a subconscious reaction. What really surprised and horrified them was that they encountered monsters in the fighting arena attacking humans, especially the VIP room.

But it probably didn’t work out, thanks to Goddess of Luck’s blessing.

The ones who are most panicked at this time are the gamblers who have won. People who come here often have heard about the consequences of daring to resist and make trouble, whether it is a beast, monster, or a poor guy with a lot of debt.

There is only one way to die, even those in the fighting field will be killed, no one will be spared.

But here comes the question, how should this bet be calculated?

This group of gamblers who wanted money rather than their lives, while pulling the sawdust off their heads, turned to stare at the VIP room high up, muttering in their mouths, their whole bodies trembling nervously: "Master, have mercy, have mercy." Ah, let me win today."

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At the top, the businessmen were breathing heavily, some were blushing and some were whiter than wheat flour, but they were all nervous, not faces specially made to deceive someone today.

Mr. Scott's face turned red. He looked at Kiel with bright eyes and laughed: "I knew it, haha, I knew it!"

Keir thought he was very strange, so he straightened the bright feather hat on his head and asked casually: "What do you know? You are so happy that everyone is panicking."

But Mr. Scott smiled but did not answer. Instead, he came to the pale Mr. Ottosfitten and checked with Ottosfitten's men whether he had been frightened. "Lipper De? Are you okay? Do you have any health problems? "

Mr. Ottosfitten grasped his dark gold luxurious belt buckle tightly with both hands. His face turned pale and his breathing was weak, but he still replied in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay. I was just shocked. Fortunately, I have the foundation." Knight, otherwise I will be hit."

He looked depressed and wanted to reach out and pick up the mask that had just been scared off, but he failed to do so with both hands. He still maintained the action of subconsciously grabbing the belt buckle just now. For this reason, he muttered in a low voice: "That thing was flying right at me just now. It was really dangerous. Stop surrounding me and let me slow down, okay? Friends?"

But his deputy insisted that Mr. Otto Fitten at least move to the back of the VIP chair, where it would be safer.

Mr. Bontorisa next to him was also frightened and his mask fell off. With a livid face, he pushed away the steward Rosa who was lying on his legs and feet, and said angrily: "I don't think it is necessary. After all, Knight Kiel is here. Here, I believe he will protect us. As for now, Odo Rosa! You guy, give me, no, give us, in the name of the Federation of Chambers of Commerce, take people down to remove the performance animals in the fighting arena. Kill them all."

He stared at the steward Rosa with cold eyes: "Including the animal pens and prisons under the fighting venue, all of them have been dealt with! I don't want to see those things again. For the recent time, the fighting ground has been left alone and the VIPs have been taken care of. Let’s talk about the security of the room.”

Rosa, the steward, was pushed to the ground and then rolled up like a trembling ball. She could only hold back one word: "Uh--yes."

He lowered his head almost against his anatomy, stretching his neck down to his crotch, if he could do that.

Then he tremblingly ordered the two fat thugs who had gathered around him, and asked one of them to go down and call people to assemble, while the other brought people over and used a human wall to block the adults in order to protect them later.

I don't dare to have any more problems.

Mr. 'Dry Flat Oriel' picked up the mask that he had also been frightened off and put it back on his face: "It's better to take everyone down to deal with it. Those long-haired lynx orcs are not easy to deal with. As for here, there are knights of Kiel. Here, is it okay?"

The last question was directed to Kiel, who shrugged: "Of course."

But just when Steward Rosa was about to run away and take people away from here, Kil stopped Steward Rosa: "Wait a moment."

As soon as Keir spoke, everyone else looked at him to see what he had to say.

This scene is what Kil often heard from others: Even if a powerful person speaks in a low voice, everyone has to bend down and listen.

"I don't like goblins. You just need to deal with the green dwarves on the field. As for the long-haired lynx orcs, those fluffy aliens, well, let them live. This is their wonderful performance. How's the reward? At least except for the end, I'm quite satisfied."

Rosa, the steward, looked at Mr. Bontorissa in embarrassment. The gray-haired Mr. Bontorissa said angrily: "Look at what I'm looking at. Knight Kiel said it, just do it. Quick, quick! Put those brothers away Bryn has taken care of it, and I don't want to hear the hateful cries of those things for a moment. From now on, don't ask any more hunters to buy some goblins for me, you know?"

"Yes, it is."

Rosa, the steward, responded with a trembling voice, her eyes full of tears, and led the people downstairs tremblingly. The two fat thugs who were the second-in-command were also cautious. The domineering aura of Rosa, the second in command in the fighting arena, was gone.

Not to mention themselves, even their leader, Rosa, the manager, felt the position under his buttocks, which would probably be gone soon.

Will they be assigned to the Chamber of Commerce to handle everyone's feces?

Or should he take his men to take risks at this time to collect food from nearby villages that have not yet escaped?

Rosa, the steward, looked desperate.

Stumbling and thinking while walking in the rocky passage, he thought it would be safer to manage the daily excrement of everyone in the Chamber of Commerce in the town?

At least there is no danger of his life being tied up or having his waist cut by bandits.

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Although he was worried about the future work, at least things still had to be done now. Soon more than a dozen fat thugs holding iron-clad sticks rushed out of the passage around the auditorium. They shouted loudly, pushing away the poor gamblers who blocked the way and asked them for explanations of the gambling game, and pulled out the sticks from their waists with unlucky expressions.

Not only that, all the thugs took out a reinforced component wrapped with an iron rod from their back waist, and a metal ring with thick thorns on the outer ring. As long as this thing was simply put on the iron rod, it was easy to get it in their hands. The guy upgraded to a makeshift short-handled wolf-fang one-handed hammer.

Using this thing to deal with goblins is simply overkill.

But the work in the fighting arena relies on the ability to suppress and clear the arena by force at this time.

Rosa, the steward, came to the edge of the auditorium surrounded by thugs. He looked angrily at the corpse of the culprit of this incident, the goblin leader, and cursed: "It's really crazy. It seems that these green men The conditions of the skin monster are too good, the food is too good, the food is too good, the food is too good, the food is too good, the food is too good, and it is too well raised, ￥##￥ # , it has caused me so much trouble!”

He shouted loudly to the surroundings, not only for his thugs, but also for the poor people who were watching.

"Everyone has seen the current situation. Ahem, under the orders of the Chamber of Commerce and Knight Qiao-Kier, the Goblins in the fighting arena, as well as all the Goblins in the fighting arena area, must be dealt with. "

Immediately, some poor gamblers who were not afraid of interrupting and getting beaten shouted loudly: "I don't care what you do, Mr. Rosa, how will the outcome be determined tonight? The brothers all bought the foreign race and won!"

Rosa, the steward, took a sip: "Bah! Are you still thinking about your gamble?" He waved his hand: "The foreign race wins, and the winner can go and collect the money."

He then waved his short hand vigorously and asked his fat thugs to go down and take action: "Remember, it's just goblins, these long-haired lynx orcs, if the knight doesn't let them kill them, I'll kill them all with my hands."

The thugs all had sad faces, and they all held the edge of the audience stage with one hand, and then jumped off one after another.

The height of the wall from the auditorium to the fighting arena is three meters, and it is not purely vertical. In order to facilitate people at higher places to see the fighting below, the wall has a certain curvature. Therefore, the smooth wall allows the guys in the fighting arena below to They couldn't climb up, but when the thugs jumped down, they could barely slide down.

At this time, the long-haired lynx orcs were surrounding the goblin leader who was hunted and killed by a long sword. Of course, they have no interest in the corpse, and they come here one after another, hoping to get this powerful weapon that fell from the sky.

As a foreign race in the mountains and forests, they love and need metal weapons very much.

The little fluffy palm grasped the luminous sword hilt on the broken face, trying to pull it out with force.

But whether it's one long-haired lynx orc, or two long-haired lynx orcs, or the tails are connected to each other's waists, the seven of them pull out together.

He couldn't move the weapon even one inch.

This angry group of long-haired lynx orcs were jumping hard on the ground and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Kier smiled at this scene, stretched out his palm and said, "Come back! Hunt! Come back! Hunt!"

After summoning twice, the long sword underneath trembled and was pulled out from the broken goblin's face. The little fluffy guys cheered as they watched, thinking that their behavior just now moved the alien gods.

It turned out not to be.

The blade of the long sword emits a gleaming white light, rising inch by inch. When only the tip of the sword is left, the whole sword goes beyond the expectations of the long-haired lynx orcs. It 'jumps' on the spot, bounces up from the ground, and flies away. Three to five meters later, he came to the edge of the wall and startled the fat thugs who just jumped down.

Some people also wanted to swing a stick with a spiked head to hit the long sword for hunting, but the weapon nimbly turned and dodged, then jumped on the ground and jumped onto the three-meter-high wall of the fighting arena. .

This scene shocked the poor spectators standing beside the auditorium. Many of them had not even seen clearly what killed the goblin leader just now, but now they were in awe.

Someone boldly wanted to catch the hilt of the long sword, but the long sword hunted nimbly and jumped away from everyone around him, and arrived under the VIP viewing platform.

Kil chuckled and waved downwards, and the long sword jumped with all his strength, jumped several meters on the spot, and fell directly into Kil's palm.

Mr. Scott came over excitedly and said, "Kiel, your sword is so powerful!"

"It's just a spiritual weapon."

Seeing Mr. Scott's curiosity, Kil wiped the sword blade on the heavy curtain next to it, completely wiping off the small amount of blood stained on the sword itself under the white light.

The white light on the blade followed his will and was absorbed into the prayers of the Church of the Sun God on the sword, finally revealing the true appearance of the entire long sword.

"Let me take a look, okay?"

After hearing this, Keir handed the weapon to Mr. Scott's palm: "Two hands, it's very heavy."

Mr. Scott, who originally wanted to hold the hilt of the sword with one hand, immediately used two hand rests instead. However, when the sword fell into his hand, the two palms fell down a lot, almost making him lose his feet. Stable, fell down directly.

Fortunately, Keir gave me some help.

"It's so heavy, how can it be waved with one hand?"

With a clang, Mr. Scott dropped the tip of his sword to the ground and leaned on it. Other businessmen also took the opportunity to gather around, curiously looking at Kiel's weapon. As for the 'processing' in the fighting arena below, everyone no longer paid attention.

On the contrary, the audience was very satisfied and cheered one after another.

Under the watchful eyes of the long-haired lynx orcs who fled to the side, the fat thugs grabbed the goblins who were not dead on the ground and the timid goblins leaning against the metal fence at the entrance of the passage. He threw it to the ground, then raised the metal-spiked stick in his hand and brought it down with a heavy swing.

Smash the heads of goblins who beg for mercy or scream.

The audience laughed loudly while the steward Rosa waved her hands in disgust and asked the men behind the scenes to open the metal fences on both sides of the fighting arena. On one side, the long-haired lynx orcs were allowed to exit, and on the other side, the thugs were allowed to go underground from the entrance and exit passages. Go to the prison and 'deal with' the other goblins who didn't show up in the same way.

It is estimated that there will be no more goblin battles here in the future. Although it is a pity that there is no good business to make money, but Rosa, the manager, thinks that this kind of thing probably has nothing to do with him, so he is even less interested and casually in the audience He found a place to sit down, and stopped waiting on his superiors and big shots. He just sat there, frowning and looking at the mess around him.

A poor man with an injured head came over and asked him for compensation for the injuries caused by scattered pieces of wooden sticks, but Rosa, the steward, turned a deaf ear.

A gambler who won the bet came over and said he wanted to go to the tavern to celebrate with the others. He invited the generous Mr. Rosa to join him tonight, but the steward Rosa turned a deaf ear.

He just sat there.

Just sit like this, as long as you can sit for a while.

He is still the manager here, but he may not be the one in the future.

To manage the feelings and sights here, he had to firmly fix them in his memory.

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"Is this a magic weapon?"

Mr. 'Dry Flat Oriel' curiously touched the gray-black sword blade gently, and tapped his nails, making a steady and solid sound.

"certainly."

Keir nodded.

The better Mr. Otto Fitten came over. He knelt down and said knowledgeably: "It seems that it is based on the original steel and mixed with several natural magic metals. Scott, can you Can you see what’s used on the sword’s body?”

In addition to the business of general metal materials, Scott's chamber of commerce is also involved in the business of magic materials with low overall profits but high unit prices, as well as those that can rival the rulers.

"Of course. Kil's sword is relatively simple in material. It's just a mixture of two common magic materials. If I guess correctly, it should be made of the most common red copper and black iron mixed with fine steel, right? It's not forged. It came out. At least I didn’t see patterns on the sword. If it is forged, especially the common folding forging, the interlacing of metal will leave beautiful and practical patterns."

Mr. Scott held the sword with a smile and touched his chin with one free hand: "So, it is cast. Those who have this kind of technology can only be master blacksmiths and craftsmen, or priests of the Church of the God of Forging." Take action."

Keir applauded: "That's right. It was a shepherd and a priest who was also a craftsman. He helped me remelt it and make it."

"Remelting? Oh? It seems there will be another story later?"

Mr. Bontorissa was interested in Knight Kiel’s life experiences and stories, so he suggested that Knight Kiel might want to talk about it.

So Kil briefly talked about how he and Knight Crow led troops to attack the baggage bandits.

Of course, in the story, he concealed his identity at the time, but simply explained the process of the battle, and how he ended up dueling with a bandit leader in a pit full of living corpses.

Mr. Scott was extremely excited when he heard the story. He wished he could hold the sword of Knight Kiel and have a battle like that that would definitely be written into poetry.

Although he couldn't even swing Kil's sword, it was too heavy. If he didn't have that ability, his wrist might be sprained if he swung the sword.

"By the way, where was the white light just now?"

When everyone asked about this, Mr. Ottosfiten carefully rubbed the prayer of the Church of the Sun God on the end of the sword as if he wanted to regain his previous humiliation.

"Is it this? The ability brought by the blessing prayer of the Church of the Sun God. It is a very rare thing, especially in the past two years, the Church of the Sun God has shrunk its scale and reduced its activities."

Kil nodded and asked a question he had always been curious about: "Then who knows why the Sun God Church has to shrink and reduce its missionary activities?"

Most of the people present could not answer this question, except Mr. Lippold-Ottosfitten. He glanced at everyone in surprise: "No, don't you know?"

Mr. 'Dry Oriel' smiled apologetically: "We rarely have contact with other churches other than the Church of the God of Wealth. Of course we don't know about this."

Mr. Otto Fiten then thought about it. Most businessmen have close ties with the Church of the God of Wealth, so naturally they have less contact with other churches. Of course, this is not all. If the family members believe in other religions, although the whole family cannot believe in one god, which will lead to lack of respect and piety in the eyes of the church, the whole family of a businessman believes in different gods and has contact with various churches, which is also a kind of business association. Development direction with individual businessmen.

This kind of information is much better informed.

Of course, this is not the case with Mr. Ottosfitten. Ottosfitten itself is a noble surname. Although he is not a nobleman in the southern province, as the unfavored and sickly youngest son of the family, Lippold- Herr Otto Fitten is still better informed than most people.

"I heard that their god built a big one in the east of the empire. My brother even heard from a magician he knew that the climate of our entire world has changed. It was the abnormal rainfall last year that affected many places. It’s all like that.”

As he spoke, he imitated his elder brother and made an upward gesture, although he didn't quite understand what it meant.

Keir had some guesses, but such vague information was just a rough idea.

-

After the goblins below were cleared, everyone started to think about leaving. Rosa, the steward, also hastily announced the end of tonight's fight below, and asked the poor people who were the audience to leave.

Later, the steward Rosa returned to the VIP room with heavy steps and waited for the big shots to leave.

But to his surprise, Mr. Bontolisa did not say anything about relieving him from his position as steward of the gambling arena until he left.

After thinking for a long time, he realized that it was his act of actively covering up Mr. Bontorisa with his body when danger appeared that saved him his position.

Even more than that.

Being able to protect his superiors with his own safety is very important to the old Mr. Bontorisa.

Will there be fewer profitable merchants in Dorne? Nothing less, even too much.

But those people just want to make money and nothing else.

Some things are more important than money, especially to someone as high-ranking as Mr. Bontorissa in the Chamber of Commerce.