Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 318 Beatrice asks for a subscription...

next day
Yelin, who was kicked out of the house by Tana, went to Biermark again after having a hasty breakfast, and arranged the fake documents carefully crafted from earthen pots.

And in Vetalon, the capital of Delos, the weekly arena competition is about to kick off. The extremely warm atmosphere is mixed with a subtle smell of blood, stimulating the brain nerves and adrenaline of every nobleman.

The contestants who came to the arena with countless corpses after being selected in various territories of the empire will do everything they can for the emperor's "one wish" and for the final battle of their own lives.

The death fight in the arena is certainly exciting, but the opening of the casino outside the arena is even more mesmerizing and inextricable.

Every week, two days before the start of the competition, the arena will publish the information of the participants this time, so that gamblers can bet on which player they are optimistic about.

This kind of competitive gambling organized by the empire has made countless people addicted to it. Whether it is soldiers or civilians, they all turn into crazy gamblers who have lost their minds. There are only a few cards in their minds that may get rich instantly or be worthless. Gambling coupons.

As an official, the Empire not only manipulates the odds, but also collects handling fees from gamblers. It is sitting on everything. All the money that comes in must be firmly grasped, and it will never lose money.

The arena has become a place where life is gambled, and it is also an exchange where funds are exchanged.

The aristocrats who are enjoying it can't wait to come to the game every day, but those who feel a little nervous can vomit once and can't eat for two days.

The time gradually came to noon, and there were still two hours before the official start time.

At this time, outside the arena, two people were walking side by side, talking quietly.

"Mrs. Beja, how are you preparing today?"

Bahn was dressed in formal attire, with a calm smile and a personable demeanor, and asked the person in charge of the arena in front of him.

The female knight's blue formal uniform, a smooth and delicate clay mask, with a few strokes painted with red dye on the edges, the mask style is somewhat masculine.

And her name is Beatrice.

"Viscount Barn, believe me, this will be the most exciting duel ever!"

"You say that every time."

Bahn glanced left and right, and the gorgeously dressed nobles were talking and laughing freely, and they were slowly walking towards the Imperial Arena not far away.

From the current point of view, those who don't know think that the nobles are preparing to attend some elegant high-class party.

"His Majesty the Emperor will come today."

Beatrice was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, no one could clearly see the subtle expression of disgust under her mask.

She nodded slightly to show that she knew that Leon would always come to one of the four games a month, and she wasn't too surprised.

"Today's contestants include magic gunners, ghost hand patients, qigong masters who have practiced taboo tattoos, and members of the Black Shock Squad who were captured by the empire. Your Majesty's experimental monsters are also indispensable. Of course, only One will survive."

She took out a piece of information about the participating members from her cuff and handed it to Bahn. She just meant to ask him if he was interested in placing a bet. If you are lucky, the gold coins can be doubled to have children.

The most reassuring thing about the Imperial Arena is that the players or death candidates will never make any mistakes before the competition, such as poisoning, cursing, etc...

What the nobles pursue is the ultimate bloody enjoyment and the pinnacle of skill and hard work.

It can also be said that when the participating members were sent to the arena on the outskirts of Veltalen, they were treated meticulously and thoughtfully by uncles that week!

Of course, only for one week.

Those who win will continue to be masters, and those who lose will water the land of the arena with their blood.

"No, I'm just protecting His Majesty the Emperor and patrolling around the arena."

Barn smiled elegantly and declined the invitation to bet. He is in charge of patrolling the perimeter today.

On the day the Emperor of Lyon participated in the arena, the security defense was also at the highest level. Martial law began to be patrolled a kilometer away from the arena, and even a fly within 100 meters could not break through the blockade.

Naturally, the emperor would also have powerful guards to protect him, and he himself was also a good swordsman.

Beatrice looked around, took a step closer to Bahn, and seemed to ask casually:

"Duke Brandt once proposed to change the frequency of the arena from once a week to once every five days, saying that it is to promote taxation. What do you think?"

The speed of walking suddenly stopped, but he immediately pretended to have dirt in his shoes, and knocked on his toes: "What does your majesty mean?"

"no respond."

"Ha ha……"

Bahn smiled strangely, shook his head slightly and did not answer, nor did he need to answer.

Anyone who has even a sliver of conscience in their hearts knows that the arena, which is the source of evil, has accelerated the frequency of competitions, which is even more catastrophic for ordinary people who live in hardship.

But if Leon agrees to the proposal and conditions, even if everyone in the world opposes it, what does it matter?

"I really hope this arena..." Beatrice glanced in the direction of the arena: "Hurry up and forget it, I don't need to run here once a week, I'm so annoying."

cough~

Bahn hurriedly coughed loudly, rolled his eyes and slandered at the same time, only this big guy dared to say that, but after all, don't bring yourself!
The arena is not only liked by His Majesty, but also by nobles.

Whoever blows up the arena is slapping the entire upper class of Delos in the face, and with a mace studded with iron nails.

It is estimated that unless it is a god, no one would dare to have thoughts about the arena.

As for Beatrice, who made Barn helpless, she was the manager of the Imperial Arena in name, a mysterious woman wearing a strange mask.

Someone had seen her real face before, she was about forty or so, she was well maintained, and she still had a stern and disdainful aura.

If Leon is the king of Delos, then Beatrice is the queen of darkness.

She herself has reached an unfathomable level, that is, Bahn thinks that when facing Beatrice, the odds of winning are only [-]% to [-]%.

The opponent is keen to go to the wild to capture some extremely dangerous monsters and put them in the arena for experiments.

She has done something to the dragon clan and Leviathan, but unfortunately there is no result.

The former was forced to flee to the depths of the volcano, and the latter was the first monster infected by the breath of the apostle born on the day of the red moon after Sirocco moved to Arad.

Leviathan is so strong that even the hunters among the magic gunners are helpless, and she has nothing to do.

Beatrice raised her head slowly, looking at the sky through the hole in the mask, black clouds were pressing down on the city, and a few muffled thunders sounded in the gloom.

"It seems that the weather is not very good today." Bain shrugged.

However, even a torrential rain could not wet even a single corner of the nobles' clothes, and the arena competition would never stop.

"Where's that girl Isabella? I heard she was given a marriage?" she asked again.

Naturally, Beatrice couldn't hide the news of the princess, but she didn't know the details, and even ordinary nobles didn't know anything about it.

Bain was obviously stunned, a little surprised, when was the third princess married?
But the boss asked where it was, not whether you knew about the marriage.

"Your Royal Highness, it seems to be in Hutton Mar."

"Oh~ Hutton Mar..." Beatrice's tone was subtle, and she seemed to be very interested in it. She seemed to have heard of the new generation of demon swordsman, where did she live?

"Forget about the bad weather. I hope today goes well. I'll take my leave first."

Bahn cupped his hands and changed direction to continue patrolling.

At the same time, [-] meters away from the Venta Lun, there was the Call of the Saint.

Hiat carefully wiped the fury of the mad dragon with a soft cloth, and one of the three new ghost beads on her left hand had broken off.

The side effect is that the pain is doubled, the left hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly, and his face turned pale.

Captain Root and Ludmila looked at each other, and said worriedly: "Girl, when the arena started, the defense force was very strict, with a thousand-meter guard, and we couldn't get the voice of the saint close."

Ludmila sighed and suggested again: "How about we change cities, it only takes half an hour."

"No! I will kill it."

A stubborn look appeared on Hiat's face, and her voice was extremely harsh.

　Beatrice, also known as the NPC of the Empire Arena, can pay attention to her dialogue and the method of disappearing in place when playing hard mode, which is a strong stroke.

　　Needless to say, the cutscene when entering the Imperial Arena is the female ghost sword walking towards the passage with a sword.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)