When Mr. Mo arrived at the ancient Roman-style circular arena, a game had just started, and the owner of the arena, Moore, came to greet him when he heard the news of his arrival.
This old man, who hasn't changed much from many years ago, except that the red beard has turned grayer, let out a yin and yang, "What kind of wind blows you here today?"
Mr. Mo was used to attacking each other with him for a long time, ignoring this yin and yang strangeness, he walked straight to the best position in the center of the viewing seat, sat on another vacant chair next to Moore, and gracefully turned left. The leg was raised to the right leg, and the neat trousers of the trousers were slightly upward, exposing the edge of the black socks, just right to cover the ankle.
The waiter on the side immediately poured tea, Moore's Cerberus was lying on the side lazily, and when he saw the two approaching, he immediately got up vigilantly, and his three heads stared at Korberus who stole its name.
Corberus took Mr. Mo's cane and stood silently and straight behind him. In the arena, two men, armed with axes and machetes, were confronting each other. People in the audience made urging voices from time to time, full of barbaric and bloody noise.
Compared with the casinos, the cultural level of this world is simply heaven and earth. Except for the nobles and a few wealthy businessmen, the vast majority of commoners have no rights and opportunities to receive education, let alone slaves whose status is no different from livestock. Corberus, who has lived through both lives, is the most vocal. When he was a slave, he never even had a name.
"What number is this?" Mr. Mo picked up the gold silk china cup and took a sip of the steaming tea. This kind of tea is a specialty of this world. He can only taste it when he visits Moore. some time.
"The third game today." Moore also took his seat again, and in the cheers, the two men in the field had gone head to head.
Moore opened a gladiatorial arena and collected tickets for huge profits. In the absence of other entertainment, civilians can only come here to seek excitement. At the same time, nobles will also choose slaves from Moore's side, and the more brave warriors sell them. The more expensive it is, Moore has become a giant by relying on the arena.
When Mr. Mo bought Corberos, who had won 16 games in a row, he spent a lot of money.
Once again, when he came to the arena where blood was spilled, Kerberos looked at the circular field below, and his fist on his side couldn't help but clenched quietly. A few years ago, it was him who stood in the field and fought with other people and even various monsters. If the owner hadn't taken him away back then, he might have died inside and become the belly of the beast, right
The cheers rose from wave to wave, and the sharp axe slashed the opponent's shoulder. At the same time, the machete also scraped off a large piece of flesh around his waist. Corberos lowered his eyes and stared at the ground in front of the toe of his shoes, the wounds on his body that had already healed seemed to be aching again.
Mr. Mo didn't care about the gladiatorial fight. He drank his tea leisurely and looked at the corner of the gladiatorial arena - there was a row of cages, and those slaves who were about to participate in the gladiatorial fight would be locked in it before the start.
The first time he noticed Corberus, the slave who had won fifteen victories was covered in wounds, leaning against the cage wall, motionless as if dead.
However, when he was forcibly pulled out, in the sixteenth fight, the Persian machete still cut off the opponent's head neatly.
The blood of himself and his opponent almost dyed him red. Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, the referee announced his 16-game winning streak. Those who dragged him out came forward to drag him out again. back to the cage. The slave with dark honey-colored eyes looked up at the sky above his head, blood dripped from his brow bone, sturdy and chilling, almost dripping into his eyes, but he didn't even blink.
A bird flew through the circled sky, and its outstretched wings were like steel blades, breaking the sky.
At that moment, Mr. Mo let go of his chin and sat up a little straighter. He said to the ecstatic old Moore, who had made a lot of money from opening the game handicap, "I want that slave."
"You want him?" Moore thought he had heard it wrong. This person came to him all day to watch the show, and he never asked for it. How could this happen...
"Well, it's him. You can pay whatever you want. I want to live." Mr. Mo stared at the man who was dragged away by two people in the field. A bright red trace of blood came off the ground. His hand tightened quietly.
Even though he was seriously injured, he still didn't let go of his weapon, ready to—
The messenger finally brought the words, the two who were dragging him looked at each other, released their hands, and allowed the man to stand up again. They didn't know that they had saved their lives.
It took the man a while to barely get up from the ground, and soon after, Mr. Mo was finally able to take a close look at the slave who was kneeling at his feet.
He named him a dog, a watchdog in the service of hell.
The cheers finally reached its peak. The man with the axe almost split the opponent in half. The referee announced the winner. Someone immediately went up and dragged the loser who had not died completely, and threw it into the cage of the beast.
Mr. Mo sighed, put down the teacup, and said to Corberos, "How do you feel?"
"..." Corberos couldn't help but tighten his throat and whispered, "I don't feel anything."
Moore finally couldn't help but ask: "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Nothing else, just come here to reinforce the lower passage, after all, business matters." Mr. Mo stood up, a black door appeared out of thin air behind him, and the fluctuation of space energy was heart-pounding.
"Let's go." He didn't look at anyone again, but said, "Next time you come to my side, remember to bring me some tea."
After saying that, Mr. Mo's figure disappeared in the door. Corberos couldn't hold back, and finally looked at the arena below his eyes that had sucked his sweat and blood before following him.
"Let's just go and leave, it's really enough for you." Moore complained, but he didn't dare to say anything.
This man named Mr. Mo has almost magical ability. As long as he has been to the world, the world where the casino is located can be connected to it, so that people in this world can also go to the casino. It is in this way that Mr. Mo has expanded the casino business to the terrifying scale it is today in just a few years.
In the same way, such a channel has also brought a lot of business to Moore's arena, and they have a mutually beneficial and win-win relationship with good cooperation.
After a brief flash, the foreground object gradually stabilized. This is a place similar to a basement, with spiral stairs going down. Mr. Mo looked back and saw that Corberus had also arrived, so he took a step and walked down.
Kerberos followed up again, and his trust in Mr. Mo made him not ask where he was going. What he saw in the arena still made him very emotional. On that day, the master gave him a name, but until now, He didn't even know the owner's name.
So he asked, "Master, can you tell me your name?"
This question was asked once when he first became the master's subordinate, and the master gave him the same answer as now, but the tone is completely different now:
"The name doesn't matter."
Mr. Mo paused and said, "Why are you so obsessed with this question?"
"I want to know all about you."
Mr. Mo chuckled, looked down at the steps under his feet, and said, "You know me now, to the point where you no longer need to know my name?"
While they were talking, the two walked to the end of the stairs, and to Korberos' surprise, a wall was blocked there.
Mr. Mo walked straight over, and his body passed through the wall. Seeing this, Kerberos followed without hesitation and passed through the wall as well.
Where his chest was covered by the clothes, the key-shaped pendant faintly glowed lavender, and no one noticed.
On the other side of the wall was a square room. The room was completely closed without any ventilation openings. On the opposite wall, a man was being shackled and hung on the wall in a very painful posture. He lowered his head and could not see his face clearly. The whole person showed a strange weakness, but Corberus still felt a little familiar.
"I haven't seen you for a while, how do you feel?" Mr. Mo walked over, stopped one meter away from the man, and lifted the man's chin with a cane.
The man was forced to look up, and Corberus recognized him—a director who had been trusted by the owner of the casino.
Not long after he became the master's subordinate, this person disappeared like vapor, and he never appeared again. It took three years to calculate, but I didn't expect to see it again today in this room that was literally a dungeon.
The former supervisor was very weak. For some reason, his eyes became only the whites of his eyes. When he stared straight in a certain direction, he was horrified.
He pulled out a weird smile and made a sound like a gossamer: "Stop doing useless struggles..."
"Corberus." Mr. Mo lowered his cane, and with it was the head of the supervisor that was unable to support it on his own, "Come here."
Corberos walked behind Mr. Mo, and the young man took his hand and pressed it on the supervisor's head.
The supervisor immediately trembled in pain, as if Corberus, who had not started to exert any force, had already crushed his head.
"When you tried to devour me, you definitely didn't expect such a day, right, Mystery of Worms?"
The youth's tone was unprecedentedly cold, and a faint purple light overflowed from his hand, wrapping the palm of Kerberos' palm. When the light touched the supervisor, the man let out a piercing howl. The voice almost transcended the physical meaning, hitting the soul directly, and the pain in it made people want to tremble with it.
An indescribable energy swallowed into the palm of Kerberos's palm, and then penetrated the whole body, unexpectedly soft and warm, as if the whole soul was immersed in the hot spring pool, eliminating all fatigue.
The director's figure suddenly turned translucent, and Corberos couldn't help but widen his eyes. The energy continued to enter his body. The director became more and more transparent, and he couldn't even make a sound. In the end, it was almost as thin as a piece of paper. .
When the director's figure completely disappeared in front of him, the steady stream of energy also disappeared, and Corberos suddenly realized that it was a person's soul, and now, it has been completely absorbed by himself.
He turned his head sharply to look at Mr. Mo next to him, the young man let out a tired sigh and let go, showing a slightly tired look.
A terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Kerberos' mind. He grabbed the young man's hand that had not completely dropped, and felt a coldness without any accident.
He was almost speechless: "… This was originally prepared by you, Master, for yourself, wasn't it?"
Mr. Mo made a slight effort, but he couldn't let the man let go, so he stopped resisting. He raised his eyes and looked at Corberus: "Yes, this is the nourishment that I have been relying on for three years, now I will use it It's all for you, because you'll need it more than I do."
"I only ask you to remember one thing." The young man stared at those deep honey-colored eyes and said softly:
"No matter what happens, as long as you are alive, there is hope."
The author has something to say: The theme of the copy of this volume is to recover Fu Zhe's fragments, and some foreshadowing and events need to be explained, so fragments and Cole will now occupy some major roles, which are in these two chapters. There are more scenes from our protagonist group! I hope you don't think it's irrelevant~
Also, the final exam is coming soon. I am too busy to have time to code words. This article has a total of 870,000 words since it was written on May 14. It has never been updated for more than six months, but it is estimated that this record cannot be maintained. Well, after all, as a student, learning is more important.
I will try to update when I can. If there is no update at six o'clock in the morning, it will not be updated today. I hope everyone will understand.
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