"It's good that it's effective." Lefran tried to calm her slightly excited emotions. She was a few hundred years old, after all, so it was a little ridiculous for her to have emotional fluctuations.
"In the future, you can train yourself with peace of mind. Remember to go to the Spirit Beast Arena. But don't worry, the people from the Spirit Beast Arena won't dare to mess around. I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first.”
After leaving the tavern in a hurry, Lefran returned to her residence and quickly wrote a letter. She asked her servant to pass it to Delais, who was at the front line, as soon as possible. She believed that Delais would be very interested in Jawain, especially now that the Supreme Commander had been mysteriously hidden from the public. Darius was basically in control of Darius, and he would definitely look forward to Jawain's growth.
Just like the other generals of Darius, Delais was a war maniac. Naturally, he hoped that more powerful people would appear in Darius to help Darius conquer the various regions and obtain the rare resources.
A small rune fragment was enough to make him feel saturated. Zhuo Wen put away the remaining rune fragments and reached out to pick up the huge sword in the box. The huge sword felt very heavy in his hand, which made Zhuo Wen feel very curious. With his physical strength and great strength, he actually felt that this sword was a little heavy. If Zhuo Wen knew that this sword was made of many rare metals and that several master forgers had worked hard for more than a month to produce it, he would be very surprised.
This sword was once bought by Lefran at a high price as a collectible. It just so happened that Zhuo Wen needed a weapon, so Lefran brought it out.
Zhuo Wen casually waved it around. He felt that it was very convenient, but it was only for now. Once his strength continued to increase, he would be eliminated.
After putting away his sword, Zhuo Wen went to the corner and continued to drink Bloody Rose. The tavern officially started its business, and many people began to enter the tavern.
Fortunately, with the deterrence from last night, the people who came to drink today were very honest and did not cause trouble.
Another person worth mentioning was Draven, Little Wenwen. This lunatic came to the tavern in high spirits and ordered a table full of wine without treating money as money. In the end, Lefran did not come. He was very depressed and left dejectedly. Before he left, he distributed the wine he ordered to the people in the tavern, which made those who tightened their belts and drank very happy.
"Hello, your battle is scheduled for the second match today. Also, the odds are 1:2. Do you want to place a bet?”
The next day, Zhuo Wen carried the silver greatsword that Lefran had given him to the colosseum alone. When the lady in charge of registration saw Zhuo Wen, she immediately stood up with a smile and treated him politely.
Yesterday, she had bet all her money on Zhuo Wen, allowing her to make a huge profit. Although the odds had dropped today, she could still make a lot of money if she bet all her money on 1:2. Gold coins flowed into her pocket in large quantities. Who wouldn't be happy?
"Yes." Zhuo Wen nodded and didn't say much. He took out the golden card that Lefran had given him, but the information was his. He placed it on the counter and said," All bets. Bet on me winning."”
The lady smiled sweetly at Zhuo Wen, but Zhuo Wen didn't take her seriously. He was not interested in a woman with heavy makeup and a strange smell.
The bet was placed quickly. The young lady respectfully handed the card to Zhuo Wen and reminded him,""Today, your battle will begin in Area A-1. Your opponent is a captive of Demacia, and he is very powerful.”
Zhuo Wen nodded and walked towards Area A-1. All kinds of cheers and curses kept ringing in his ears.
"Hi, little brother."
When they arrived at the A-1 zone, the two noble ladies immediately threw flirtatious glances at Zhuo Wen. Unfortunately, Zhuo Wen ignored them all. He was here to fight, not to hook up with women. Moreover, Zhuo Wen was not interested in the noble ladies. What else could these people do?
Right, he would even think of ways to avoid military service.
No matter where there was a circle of nobles, the most chaotic, darkest, and most shameful circle was still the circle of nobles. Zhuo Wen did not want to get involved in it.
Ignoring the noblewomen's flirting, Zhuo Wen stood in the corridor and looked down at the battle below. It was still bloody. Brutal, there was no defeat or victory, only life and death!
After Zhuo Wen left, the lady in charge of registration immediately placed all her gold coins on Zhuo Wen like yesterday. She prayed in her heart that Zhuo Wen would survive so that she could earn a lot of money.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the next match will be the battle of Lefran's bartender. Yesterday's battle ended very quickly. It can be seen that this bartender named Zhuo Wen is quite strong and has a very special ability. I wonder what kind of exciting battle he will bring to everyone today? One had to know that the person he was fighting today was very strong.”
Before the battle even started, a beautiful girl who was the commentator started a long speech, which hooked the little worms in the hearts of those who were watching the battle.
The rule of the Spirit Beast Arena was that as long as you won, your next opponent would be even stronger! There was no limit to this. As long as you won more times, the opponents you encountered would be stronger. At the end, you could even see a one-on-one battle against a hundred or even a thousand.
Zhao Xin, the Head Chief who was sold to Demacia for 100 gold coins, had once achieved the feat of fighting 3,000 enemies alone in the colosseum, and no one had been able to break it.
It wasn't that Xin Zhao was invincible, but that 99% of the people who fought in the Spirit Beast Arena would die. Those who were more powerful basically wouldn't appear here, and even if they did, they would leave after winning 100 battles like Zhuo Wen.
Back then, Zhao Xin had been used like a slave, and he could not be used for many times. If Gavin the Third had not bought him, this Debang general director would probably have fought in the colosseum for a very long time.
Xin Zhao was very strong, but in the Spirit Beast Arena, those who were too strong, especially slaves, would be locked up with a lock made of a special ore. It could greatly restrict their strength, preventing them from using 100% of their strength to prevent them from escaping.
"Alright, everyone, the betting time has begun. Please place your bets on the gladiator you like.”
After each battle, there would be a small amount of time for the spectators to bet their money on the gladiators they liked. As for whether they would win or lose, it depended on their taste. However, the noble ladies and lords here did not lack money. They were here for fun and excitement.
Of course, there were also many people who relied on betting to make money. There were quite a number of such people. Many of them made a fortune in one go, and many of them lost their entire fortune.
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