There was an alley behind the hotel, Lorist gently pushed open the window, jumped down after making sure that there was no movement from the buildings on both sides, and a figure appeared in the alley in a flash.
Perhaps it was the noise of the drinkers at the Flame and Blood Tavern every night, which caused the houses on both sides of the alley to close the windows facing the tavern. Go in the direction of the arena.
Candles were still brightly lit in the camp of the Praetorian Guards, and women's screams and laughter could even be heard from the camp. The idea of being drunk today has turned the originally neat regiment camp into a miasma. People come and go at the gate of the camp, and even the sentries have given up their duties. Gathering in twos and threes is either to nap or to drink, and let people enter. In and out...
Lorist is currently dressed as a dissolute and down-and-out mercenary, with a strong alcohol smell all over his body, disheveled hair, holding a bottle of bad wine in his hand, muttering in his mouth, walking crookedly, staggering approaching the camp.
A sentry saw Lorist and walked over with bright eyes. Of course, all his attention was on the wine bottle swinging in Lorist's hand.
"Hey, buddy, you've had enough, are you okay?" The sentinel gestured to help Lorist, but one hand grabbed the wine bottle and pulled it. Lorist held it tightly, and the bottle was gone. was taken away.
Lorist grunted: "Congratulations to His Majesty the King, we are going to the battlefield, have another bottle, vomit..."
The sentinel patted Lorist on the back: "Brother, if you want to vomit, go to the alley next to you to vomit. I'll hold the wine for you, and I'll give it to you after you vomit."
This time Lorist let go, and the bottle was snatched away by the sentinel. The sentry was satisfied with the half bottle, and pushed Lorist again: "Go quickly..."
Here, he wiped the mouth of the bottle with his hand and poured the wine into his mouth.
Lorist stumbled into the alley next to the barracks, making a sound of vomiting.
As soon as he entered the alley, Lorist was taken aback. There were more than a dozen drunk people lying on the ground in disorder. The air was filled with a disgusting smell that made people vomit, and the smell of vomited dirt and alcohol was everywhere.
Lorist pinched his nose and quickly walked through this alley. In front of him was the King City Arena, which looked like a silent monster under the night. It was huge, majestic, and exuded a bloody smell. It is the unique smell formed by the blood of thousands of slave gladiators who have died here for decades, soaking the ground of the arena...
In the darkness, there were faint roars of monsters, which were the roars of the monsters raised in the arena due to hunger...
The main gate of the King City Arena was tightly locked, and by the light of the four torches inside the gate, Lorist saw two guards dozing off against the stone wall of the corridor inside the iron gate. Lorist made a quick turn around the arena, and found that the back door and the four side doors were tightly closed. It seemed that sneaking into the arena from below was unnecessary.
Lorist spit on his hands, rubbed his hands together, and climbed up along the cracks in the uneven stone wall. His whole body was as swift as a gecko sticking to the stone wall, and soon reached the arched decoration above. The top of the wall, turned over to the inside of the arena.
The audience seats on the left and right of the arena are very high, with more than ten floors, each floor is one meter high, and there are rows of stone seats. The two ends in the middle are the lowest, but there is a tall tower where the gate enters, which is both a sentry tower and an alarm bell tower. On the opposite side of the tower is the rostrum and boxes, which are places exclusively for nobles and people of status to watch gladiatorial performances.
In the middle of the arena is a large sunken flat ground, with a height difference of five or six meters from the surrounding stands. Unlike the stone walls outside the arena that Lorist climbed, the stone walls inside the arena surround the stands. It was all covered with green clay, which was very smooth, which was to prevent desperate slave gladiators from climbing the stone wall and causing harm to the spectators in the stands.
Under the illumination of the silver moon, there was no hazy silver moonlight on the flat ground in the middle of the arena, but a gloomy black. The bloody smell that Lorist smelled came from this flat ground. The night wind blew through the empty and uninhabited arena, and it seemed to bring faint sounds of the clashing of swords, wailing of the dying and desperate roars. …
Fatty Shi, Jim and those brave family soldiers were forced to pick up knives and guns to fight with other slave gladiators in this field to please the nobles and commoners of this slave kingdom and Hamidas King City, these pirates Although the kingdom was established, their brutal character was inherited by their descendants. They have never treated slaves as human beings. In this arena, the blood and lives of slave gladiators are treated as impromptu performances by the descendants of pirates...
In this case, they don't have to be human...
Lorist's eyes were a little blood red, and he couldn't help but feel a killing intent when he was touched by the scene. Looking around, there was no one on the tower. At night like this, no one wanted to blow wind on the tower to the empty arena. Lorist hurried up the tower, and with a flash of sword light, the rope binding the alarm bell fell down.
After getting down from the tower, Lorist conveniently threw the rope onto the flat ground of the arena. Without the rope, if something happened, the alarm would not sound for a short time.
Behind the tower is an iron gate leading to the inside of the arena. Lorist heard from Tagle that the place where slave gladiators were imprisoned was underground in the arena. There was a labyrinth-like underground cell there. More than 5,000 slave gladiators were once imprisoned.
There is an iron bolt and a thick iron chain on the iron gate. This didn't bother Lorist, he drew out his dagger, exerted enough internal strength, and made two "clicks", the iron door bolt and iron chain had been cut off. With a sound of "squeak", the iron fence door was pulled open. Lorist listened attentively and heard no movement around him. He slipped in, closed the iron fence door again, and rewound the iron chain, so that even if there was a patrol The guard soldiers will be ignored if they don't check carefully.
After walking more than ten steps, there was a fork in front of him. Lorist thought about going to the passage on the left, and after walking for tens of meters, there were three passages in front of him. This time, Lorist looked a little straight, and he hadn't reached the ground yet. There are so many passages, and if you don't do it, you will get dizzy and lose your way.
Sticking to the wall and listening for a while, there were a few voices of conversation coming from the passage on the left, and Lorist groped towards the passage on the left in the dark. There was a light in front of it, which was the flames of two torches inserted on the wall. Under the flames, two naked guard soldiers were wiping their bodies with sackcloth, and a large wooden basin filled with water was placed in front of them.
"Okay, don't wipe it so clean, go to bed early, it's our turn to be on duty tomorrow morning..." a guard soldier said.
"No, tonight the great swordsman Benag tortured and killed that slave gladiator. The blood splashed all over my neck. I feel very sick. If I don't wipe it clean at night, I won't be able to sleep and have nightmares..." said another soldier.
The first guard soldier laughed: "Haha, who told you to get so close to the great sword master Benag, I knew there was nothing good to do and watch the fun from a distance. You have to know that Benag The great sword master has always had a weird temper, even if you please him, you won't get any benefit."
"I don't think of any benefits, I just hope that the great swordsman Benag can say something for me, you know that I have been in the Imperial Guard for seven years, and I can be promoted to the deputy captain long ago, but the squadron leader, that dog *The mother-in-law has been pressing me, I know he wants to push his brother-in-law up. But not only is his brother-in-law three years less senior than me, but he is still at the bronze level, which is not that material at all. So the squadron leader pressed If I don't report, I won't be promoted..." another soldier grumbled.
"Forget it, Stam, who told you to offend the squadron leader before? He is narrow-minded, and of course he won't make it easier for you. But in the evening, I heard from Su Ruide, who was guarding the gate, that someone has come to look for that martial idiot boy today. Yes. The squadron leader refused and said that the kid went back. But Su Ruide said that the person who came here might not give up, and a big nobleman might come forward to inquire after a day or two. If you leak the news at that time, you can guarantee that the squadron leader will eat I can't just go around and become a scapegoat obediently... "
"That's not a good idea." The soldier named Stam rebuffed straight away: "You know that martial idiot boy was chosen by the great swordsman Benag, but I don't understand what the great swordsman is looking for. What about that kid, although he is a silver star, but his understanding is really not good, and his heart is soft, he is reluctant to kill those slave gladiators in sword competitions, this is also a common problem of those young masters, how can you understand swordsmanship if you are not ruthless? The true meaning of…”
"Hehe..." The first soldier smiled: "You don't know, the great swordsman Benag is interested in the kid's net worth, and behind him is the Petersen Chamber of Commerce, one of the seven giants of the business alliance. Benag If Great Swordsman Ge became his swordsmanship teacher, among other things, he would have an annuity of two or three thousand gold merits a year.
Don't think about it, that kid came to our arena to practice swords with those slave gladiators. He spent about 20 to 30 gold blessings a day, and he spent nearly a thousand in the past month including rewards. So many gold coins The kid here didn't change his face, so the great sword master Benag was moved. "
Lorist was overjoyed, finally got the whereabouts of El.
The two soldiers in the distance finished wiping their bodies and turned and went into the back room, but the one named Stam came out quickly, complaining about the loud snoring noise that made it hard to sleep. The words entered the opposite room.
When it was quiet over there, Lorist covered himself and took a quick look. It turned out that the two rows of rooms facing each other were soldiers' dormitories, and there were more than seventy soldiers who would sleep peacefully in these rooms. Lorist went to the room where Stam had entered, opened the door and entered.
"Who?" That Stam was already lying on the bed, not asleep, he raised his head and asked when he saw someone coming in.
The light in the room was dim, but it was still vaguely visible that there were a dozen beds in the room, but now there was only one Stam lying on one bed. It seems that Dre's news is very accurate. There were only 200 guards left in the arena from the original 1,000 guards, and so many beds have been vacated.
Lorist came to Stam's bed silently, the sword light flashed, and the long sword rested on Stam's neck.
Stam was shocked: "You, who are you? Want to do, what to do..."
Lorist said, "Don't worry about who I am, I just want to know the whereabouts of our young master."
"Your master? How do I know where your master is? You, did you find the wrong person..." Stam asked suspiciously.
"I recognize you, our young master went to the arena to practice swords several times, and you were the one who picked him up and sent him to the gate. I remember our young master gave you a reward." Lorist said.
"Oh." Stam understood it all at once, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, are you the guard of the young master of the Peterson Chamber of Commerce? The kind who secretly protects you? It was right for you to come here with your young master, but you You are looking for the wrong person, you shouldn’t be looking for me. You can’t solve this matter, let the nobles of Wangcheng come forward or ask your chamber of commerce to send a great sword master. Your young master is indeed here, but he was killed by the great sword master Benag I have taken a fancy to him, and I want to accept him as a disciple. The young master of your family is too stubborn, and he refuses to die, so he annoyed the Great Swordsman Beinager, and he put him under house arrest."
"Then why did people from our Chamber of Commerce come to him in the evening, and your squadron leader refused to admit that our young master is here?" Lorist asked in a low voice.
"Hey, brother, that's none of my business. The main reason is that the great sword master Benag has a weird temper. If you can't control your anger and something happens to your young master, then the squadron leader can shirk himself early by saying that." Responsibility. If someone dies here, just throw them into the monster cage and there will be no clues, and then there will be no evidence of death." Stam has a deep resentment for the squadron leader, and he will rush to pour sewage on him. He thought very clearly, the young master who was surrounded by guards secretly protecting him would certainly not have a simple family background, maybe the squadron leader would be unlucky because of this incident, then his chance came.
"Get up and get dressed, and take me to see our young master. I have to make sure he's safe." Lorist patted Stam's face with his sword: "If you do this favor, our chamber of commerce will definitely Big reward, this is the deposit."
With a flash of fire, Lorist had a small torch in his hand, illuminating the room. When Stam was squinted by the fire, a gold dollar coupon gleaming with gold light fell on his face.
"You have two choices. One is to take me to see our young master. When our young master goes out, he will reward you generously. The other is to refuse my request and be silenced by me. Then I will look for someone who is willing to cooperate. There are sixty or seventy people here, and I believe someone will cooperate." Lorist's hoarse voice rang in Stam's ear.
Stam gritted his teeth, grabbed the gold dollar coupon on the bedside, and used the light of the torch in Lorist's hand to distinguish the real from the fake, and then kissed on his lips: "I'm dying for money, I'll walk with you, But you can't dress like this, you will be found out."
Lorist pointed to the bed next to him, on which was a set of standard equipment for soldiers of the Praetorian Guards that Lorist found from the room where the soldiers slept peacefully: "I'm ready, put on this set The equipment is your soldiers, and this copper helmet is still wearing a visor, so people can’t tell it apart, just treat it like a patrol with me, and take me to see our young master to make sure that he is still alive.”
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