Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 99 Cooperation
"Ah, dear Lucifer—" The first time he saw Lucia, Old Hart greeted him with open arms, "You don't know how hard I've been waiting for you all this time, without you The existence of the entire Celant audience has lost interest in gladiatorial combat, and if you disappear for another ten days and a half a month, I will not be able to continue driving here!"

Lucia avoided the old man's hypocritical hug, stretched out the palm of the armored glove, shook hands with the other party politely, and said: "I haven't disappeared these days, I just asked a few friends about you guys Del's battle ceremony. Hehe, this thing is really not simple!"

Hearing these words, old Hart's cloudy eyes flashed a gleam of light. He waved his hand to signal the waiter who led the three people to step back, and looked up and down at Lata standing behind Lucia. En and Christopher, said with a smile: "These two are also your friends?"

"Of course," Lucia shrugged, "We are here today to participate in the battle ceremony in a month's time—representing you Serrant."

The smile on Old Hart's face didn't diminish at all. He just stopped in place, stared at them for a few seconds, and then waved his hand and said, "Sit down as you want."

He turned around and walked to the exquisite cabinet in the corner of the room, holding three glasses with his left hand and a bottle of red wine with his right hand, poured a glass of wine for each of the three of Lucia, poured a full glass for himself, and looked back. Hop sat down in the wide armchair behind the desk.

"As I told you earlier, the bonuses and honors of the championship are only the most insignificant rewards in the battle ceremony. What really makes those high-level fighters flock to it is a qualification for entry—a qualification that leads to a higher world."

Old Hart took a sip of the red wine in his glass, with a look of intoxication on his face, "Like this wine from Victoria, in such a small place, it is at best a high-end product that rich locals stuff into their mouths with oak cups. But if you cross the sea of ​​storms, walk through Rodel's winery, put it in a delicate glass bottle and paste the family emblem that the nobles are proud of, you will become a daughter of gold. Hard-to-buy rarities.”

"Man, it's no different! Now that you've heard some rumors, you should know that those fighters who joined the nobles or joined the army after the battle festival are just poor people with poor skills and even worse luck. The momentary fame and fortune have already missed the real opportunity."

Old Hart chuckled twice, crossed his skinny legs and put them on the table, "In previous years, I definitely wouldn't have revealed so many inside stories to you newcomers, but in the past two years my subordinates The gladiators are not up to the mark one by one, and even if they make it to the battle festival, they will not be able to make it to the end."

"You know, I'm just an old man who guards the gate. The adults above are unhappy, so I have to find a way to make up for it. So I think we may have a chance to cooperate."

Lucia showed a slightly interested look, smiled and said, "How to cooperate, please tell me specifically?"

"You said that the three of you came to me to participate in the battle festival, and I need three fighters who can enter the festival and fight all the way to the final championship game-as for you, are you here for fame, for profit, or for others? It doesn't matter what, no one cares."

"It's just that," Old Hart raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "the minimum threshold for participating in the battle festival is Mithril rank. You have already proved your strength, and then you only need to arrange two gladiatorial matches with sufficient weight at will." It can be promoted logically, but it will not be so easy for your two friends to win the places for the two battle festivals in the last month."

Lucia smiled lightly when she heard the words, and poked Lataen lightly from behind. The latter immediately understood, and said in a muffled voice, "Why, don't you believe in our strength?"

"No, no, no, I think you misunderstood." Old Hart smiled while waving his hands in a hearty gesture, "With Mr. Lucifer's reputation and reputation here, I certainly believe that his friends also have the same amazing reputation. Amazing strength."

"It's just that the rules of the arena are here. To catch up with the battle ceremony, you must play at least [-] games in the next month, and you must not lose more than three games."

He stroked the goatee on his chin and said with a smile, "How, can it be done?"

Lucia clearly remembered that he had participated in thirteen games from the black iron level to the purple steel level. The condition proposed by the old Hart now was nothing more than to test the strength of Bolatan and Christopher. Their purpose itself is to enter the battle ceremony, so there is no need to bargain for such insignificant matters.

"How many fighters can you prepare to compete with us at most in one day?" He leaned back on the back of the sofa and said casually.

Old Hart was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, he calculated in his mind for a moment, and said, "As many as there are black iron grades, more than [-] bronze grades, and four or five purple steel grades. What's the matter?"

"We've been quite busy recently, can we arrange a match in a while, the three of us will deal with all the people you just mentioned," Lucia spread his hands, "It will be easy for everyone."

"what?!"

Ten minutes later, the doubtful old Hart finally sat in the spectator seat, and there were more than fifty fighters of different ranks standing on the fighting stage. Kid so arrogant that he challenged them all to shreds.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's No. 16 match - your old friends, this year's Serrant's best rookie fighter, Lucifer, and his friends Tarn and Chris, against all other fighters who have not yet participated! The host spittled and introduced: "In addition, for the sake of watching the game, we will temporarily close the gambling game on this game, and I hope everyone will forgive me!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of cursing from the audience, which was already extremely boiling. The host escaped a few rotten eggs on the head and fled in embarrassment until the three of Lucia also boarded the fighting stage. Seeing that this wrestling with disparity in strength on paper was about to begin, the anger of the audience gradually calmed down.

"Director, why did you deliberately close this gamble? Is it because there is too little suspense?" A junior supervisor looked at his boss's serious face and asked cautiously.

Old Hart turned his head and glanced at him indifferently, then turned back to the front and said: "It is because I am not even sure about the outcome that I dare not start this gamble—you must know that since the time of the former kings, the people of gold Always worship heroes."

"Are you afraid that they all bet on Lucifer's side, and they will win in the end?"

"Shut up and take a good look."

"Yes"

(End of this chapter)