The bald man smashed his right hand into a fist and said angrily, "I have made it very clear to him that the arena is going to end. As a result, the guy with one arm calmly said to me, ''what does that have to do with me? Go and talk to the count himself!''"

    "That guy has a recent relationship with the count. The count can listen to what he says. I have told the count several times in the past six months."

    "The count didn''t listen to my advice. Instead, he cared more about scar''s bastard. Why, scar''s beast didn''t care about the future of the arena and gladiators, just wanted to earn intermediary fees by buying monsters and Warcraft..."

    Probably because I didn''t find anyone to talk about these troubles, my bald head couldn''t stop when I opened the conversation box. The more I said, the more excited I became. At the back, I had deviated and began to curse scar.

    Harold was more convinced that scar was the count''s substitute for the dead.

    "One arm" may really want to provide for the elderly, but with his loyalty to block the knife for his master, he can never collapse in the battle field. The business arranged by the old Marquis must not be screwed up?

    Since the "one arm" chose to stay out, it shows that all this is still under the control of count sarik.

    The bald boss began to worry, and the folk view also began to change. The Gladiator''s injury has reached a certain degree. Count sarik should soon end. After the next "monster crusade", the scar will be removed, and the "human animal fight" will be abolished.

    Harlott thought of these, but it''s not easy to tell baldheads. Baldheads are really loyal to count sarik. Count sarik also attaches great importance to scars. He pointed out that these can''t change anything. They will only affect the relationship between baldheads and the count and the future of baldheads.

    Harold could only consider his words and comforted: "don''t worry, the count is wise and powerful. Scar can only deceive him for a while. He will eventually understand and listen to your suggestions!"

    Strong people often need a little comfort from others to cheer up, even if the comfort is perfunctory, because they will comfort themselves according to your words.

    The bald head nodded after listening to Harold''s words, and his eyes became firm again.

    After talking, the bald man sent Harold back to his cell. Before he left, he told Harold, "what I told you today, you just forget when you go back to bed. Don''t tell others."

    "Also, as long as I''m still in this arena, I won''t let scar succeed! Trust me!"

    Baldheaded also added in his heart: I will also believe count sarik. He is different from other nobles. He doesn''t care about my slave status. He promotes me and reuses me. I believe him!

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    The next day, Harold also got up early in the morning and went to the training ground. "Dragon slaying sword" is a valuable move created by bald head. He is not good to train in front of people during the day.

    The effect of wood stake cutting and body training is average and has no experience value. The best way to improve your strength is to compete with other gladiators.

    Naturally, Harold kept looking for each Gladiator to fight alone, which was hard for a group of gladiators. Even if they knew they couldn''t beat Harold, they could only fight by force.

    After all, it''s a shame to admit defeat without fighting. Even if you are hurt, you can''t be looked down upon. This is the view of most gladiators.

    After having [tap] and 106 two handed weapon proficiency, Harold''s attack speed has improved greatly. Most gladiators are difficult to dodge and can only resist hard.

    And a few agile gladiators are too weak to cause damage to Harold only with a wooden sword.

    Before noon, Harold had challenged almost all the gladiators.

    Only Huck, an elderly man, refused Harold''s challenge and replied:

    "Don''t compete with us. Our strength is not strong. We have been promoted to elite gladiators for a long time. When those elite gladiators are well hurt, you can compete with them!"

    Harold was sorry to hear that. The chance to brush his experience should be gone.

    After all, my strength has completely surpassed these senior gladiators. If I fight with them again, I will deliberately bully people, which is easy to harden the relationship.

    Anyway, the level has also risen to level 4. After that, the experience of upgrading began to become more, and hundreds of experience is not so important.

    Harold practiced his basic skills again this afternoon and went back to his cell to read.

    After yesterday''s secret training with a bald head, he didn''t care about the exposure of books at all.

    Last night, baldheaded personally took Harold to the training ground. Many guards saw it. There was a baldheaded cover on it. These guards dare not trouble Harold.

    The content of sword fighting manual is more profound and profound. It is useless to see a lot of inner content, which can only be mastered through practice.

    It''s dark. Gladiators can''t go to the training ground anymore. Their reading progress is stuck at 85% and can''t rise.

    Harold had no choice but to wait for his bald head to take him to training.

    Today, as yesterday, he continued to guide Harold to practice dragon slaying sword.

    During the practice, Harold understood the key of several moves in the sword fighting manual, and the reading progress increased to 86%.

    The training was as tiring as ever, and Harold ran out of energy two hours later.

    "Hoo, hoo, no, that''s all for today!" Harold lay tired on the ground after two hours of training.

    "You master it very well. It won''t take long to use it in actual combat!"

    Bald head praises Harold. The pleasure of seeing others grow step by step is one of his few pleasures. His own strength has not improved for many years.

    "I hear you''ve turned over all the gladiators in the arena?"

    The bald man asked Harold, who was lying on the ground.

    Harold thought the bald man was going to settle with him, so he quickly sat up and explained, "I just have some itching. I just compete with them. I don''t have a heavy hand!"

    The bald head laughed, "just like me. Don''t worry, they''re not spoiled young ladies. It''s nothing to get hurt."

    "But it seems that your injury is completely healed. I''ll arrange a fight for you tomorrow!"

    Harold didn''t feel afraid when he heard that there would be a fight tomorrow. Anyway, he couldn''t hide, so he had to face it bravely.

    Moreover, he is also very confident in his strength, and his bald head will not deliberately pit him.

    Baldheaded said to harlott seriously, "tomorrow''s battle has special requirements. You can''t save your opponent''s life. You must kill your opponent!"

    This requirement is a little strange. After listening to the bald head explanation, Harold realized that the opponent in the battle tomorrow is a rapist.

    That guy ruined several unmarried girls in a village. However, this guy had a lot of money at home and bought them out of the prison and sent them to the arena.

    His family is going to buy people from the arena again. In this way, the rapist will be exempted from punishment.

    Although it sounds unfair, it is legal. The whole northern province is the territory of Marquis harlaus.

    The Marquis has the right to make and amend laws (not in conflict with the royal law), and the people in the law enforcement team are all under the old Marquis.

    As an old Marquis, the arena is naturally out of the jurisdiction of the law.

    After the prisoner is transferred from prison to the arena, he is not a criminal but a slave. As long as someone is willing to pay a high price, who cares whether he has committed a crime before.

    "See, tomorrow''s battle is not a duel, but a sentence!" the bald face was serious and earnestly told Harold.

    Harold looked at his serious bald head and felt a little strange. It was fishy!

    Although bald people are honest, they are not people who can''t tolerate sand in their eyes. How can they offend people for unknown villagers.

    Eighty percent of those who can buy out the prison are not ordinary rich businessmen. They are likely to have an aristocratic background.

    Besides, if the family wants to buy the rapist, the arena can make a lot of money.

    In this way, Hello, Hello, everyone. There''s no reason to have to kill the rapist?

    Harold asked suspiciously, "boss, is there any inside story about this matter? Tell me!"

    The bald man replied angrily: "that scum is not worth dying. Why do you care so much? It has nothing to do with you!"

    As soon as Harold heard that there was a problem, he quickly asked, "you have to explain clearly when you arrange me to do things. I''m very strict and promise not to talk nonsense!"

    Gossip is human nature, and Harold can''t avoid vulgarity.

    After listening to Harold''s words, the bald head felt a little reasonable, waved Harold close, and then whispered, "the rapist not only ruined the villagers, but also like the daughter of an aristocrat... You know!"

    I see. Harold nodded again and again. The noble master estimated that his teeth were itchy, but he was afraid that it would be known by others and hurt his daughter''s reputation.

    So the nobleman didn''t formally deal with the rapist, but privately found a bald head to kill the rapist to avoid the exposure of his daughter.

    Harold understood the cause and effect, patted his chest and promised, "don''t worry, ensure to complete the task. Tomorrow''s fight is either he or I!"

    Although the bald man trusted Harold''s strength, he was still worried and told him again: "the rapist''s strength is not too weak. I originally planned to do it myself, but I was worried that it was too obvious to be exposed. This is the arrangement for you. Don''t be careless!"

    "In addition, you must rot in my stomach. Dare to talk nonsense. Be careful not to protect my life!"

    Harold promised again and again before he was allowed to go back to his cell to rest.

    Since we''re going to fight tomorrow, we''ll count all the system points to ensure that everything is safe.

    Agility increased to 10 points, running increased to LV3, and proficiency reached 112.

    "Dragon slaying sword" requires speed and strength. His strength is qualified, but his speed is not enough, so he is more agile.

    The next morning, baldheaded with several guards took Harold away who was warming up.

    The bald man took Harold to an entrance of the arena and told him again, "the rapist is agile and has a flexible sword. Don''t mess your hands and feet!"

    "I see. Don''t worry. I''ll deal with him calmly!"

    Harold was a little speechless. He had been told no less than 20 times by his bald head all the way.

    This is the same feeling as parents who don''t trust their children to go to school alone.

    At this time, the fighting competition began immediately. The audience was half filled. The host was introducing the two sides to set off the atmosphere.

    "The two sides fighting today are rodry who is good at using double knives!"

    "He has a speed and dexterity different from ordinary people. This is also his first fight after he came to the arena!"

    Then came a rare cheer from the audience. After all, rodry was not famous for his first fight. Naturally, few viewers cheered for him.

    "His opponent is the trump card in our arena, ha, Luo and te with the identity of elite Gladiator!"

    The host raised his tone when introducing Harold, and finally shouted Harold''s name word by word.

    The audience shouted loudly to face. Most of the audience here are not here for the first time. They know that the host''s grand introduction must be experts.

    The gate in front of Harold opened. Harold knew it was his turn to come out. He picked up the old sword handed by his bald head and walked to the arena.

    Harold looked around. The arena was big, almost half as big as a 400m playground, and the surrounding auditorium could easily accommodate thousands of people.

    The host, holding something like a trumpet in his hand, stood on a high platform and introduced Harold who slowly walked towards the center of the arena.

    "Harold, the immortal god of war who survived the full blow of the troll, is one of the heroes who defeated the troll. He has top physique and strength. It is said that he can tear hungry wolves and fight black bears hand to hand!"

    The audience cheered even louder. Although Harold was not famous, the heroic scene of crusading against the trolls a few days ago had a profound impact on all the audience.

    Hearing that Harold was one of the gladiators who fought with the trolls before, I should cheer for Harold.

    Harlott thought to himself who had heard the rumor. He tore the hungry wolf and fought hand to hand with the black bear.

    But it didn''t matter. Harold went to the middle of the arena and looked at his opponent, rodry.

    Rodry is thin and slender. He is about 1.8 to 1.9 meters tall. He holds a machete in both hands. What is particularly striking is this guy''s face. He looks very handsome. Relying on plain face, he can compare with many stars in his previous life.

    "It feels like rape, but it''s more like seduction." this was Harold''s first reaction. He was a little jealous of this little white face. Even if his family had money, who could be so handsome? I had to kill you today!

    Rodry stared at Harold with an ugly face. His body trembled uncontrollably and he was too nervous to breathe. "Damn it, didn''t the family say that they would buy him at a high price? How can the arena arrange such a monster for me to deal with?"

    Gladiators are not allowed to be bought until they have played at least one game. This rule is intended to prevent buyers from being cheated.

    Although rodry''s relatives said there was no need to "inspect the goods", after all, no one dared to make decisions without authorization according to the rules set by the old Marquis.

    Rodry thought that the arena would arrange him to deal with a cannon fodder weak chicken in order to earn this money. He wanted to send such an "immortal god of war"!

    Harold is a magnificent figure. His two meter height and strong muscles comparable to granite bring his opponent abnormal psychological pressure. Looking at Harold''s evil eyes, rodry felt that his legs were faint and trembling.

    Rodry took a few deep breaths and forced himself to comfort himself: "it doesn''t matter. The other party is so big. Speed should be a weakness. I may not have no chance!"

    "And maybe he''s here to fight fake matches. Maybe the arena wants to raise the price temporarily and want more money? There''s plenty of money in my family. The arena won''t be difficult with money. I''ll be fine!"

    With this consolation, rodry calmed down a lot. He stood up straight with his legs and his body no longer trembled. He felt that even if he lost, his life would not be in danger. At most, he spent more money at home.

    "Then, who will win this fight? Let''s wait and see!"

    As the host''s voice fell to the ground, the fight began!