Sean hesitated for a moment, and finally put away the door number, after all, it was a duel between two champion knights, representing the top force collision in the Ashane continent, which was rarely seen except for the battlefield.

It would be false to say that Sean was not curious about the combat power of a real humanoid monster like the Champion Knight, even if he didn't have the tickets sent by Angie Bena, it was hard to guarantee that after he heard about it, he wouldn't find a way to get it himself.

In the past three days, the streets and alleys of Solo City talked about this matter, and the game was naturally held in the Solo Gladiatorial Arena, the largest gladiatorial arena in Solo City, with as many as 50,000 tickets, and it only took half a day to sell nearly 60,000 tickets.

The remaining 10,000 were aisle standing tickets, which were sold by officials at 80% of the price of normal tickets by officials of the Solo City Hall.

Hearing the news, Sean retreated, and he could predict what a chaotic and crowded scene the day of the gladiatorial match would be.

In the past life when the security measures were relatively perfect, stampedes at various large-scale events were not uncommon.

The security measures of the Solo City Hall are decorations, and they are only responsible for selling tickets to make money, and basically do not care about the rest.

When watching gladiatorial matches, it is not uncommon for people to fight for seats, and sometimes the fights on the stage are more intense than the fights in the gladiatorial arena, and it is not uncommon for other spectators to watch and cheer in turn.

Coupled with the fierce fighting between the radicals and the conservatives, the real fire has been played, and the day of the finals is a duel between the most representative figures of the two sides.

Who knows if their duel will affect the emotions of the two factions, one is not well controlled, that is, a large-scale fight, just thinking about it, makes Sean insecure.

Fortunately, Angel Bena got a special ticket through connections, and the location was near the rostrum, where the security measures should be the best, because this kind of event, the supreme ruler of the Manyu military domain, Duke Borg, would inevitably participate.

If it was a general ticket, Sean would have thrown it directly into the trash.

Darnell, the former leader of the Sword of Saint Aether, was very open-minded, and he did not deliberately hide his past identity.

Even the reason for his resignation as the head of the Sword of the Holy Aether was revealed without any care, because he was dissatisfied with some of the practices of the incumbent pope.

It is believed that since he took over, the Holy Aether Holy See has embarked on a crooked path, valuing power and wealth far more than the edification of believers.

It was also from that time that he even wavered in his faith.

Over the years, he has been using ascetic methods to regain his lost faith, but with little success, not as much as the shock caused by Sean's mess.

When he heard that Angel Bena was the student who let go of the witch back then, Darnell was also surprised, lamenting that there was no coincidence that the book was not written, but also lamented that the years had passed, and in the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed.

The little girl who had just woken up back then not only became someone else's teacher, but also became one of the powerful figures in the Witches' Secret Society.

He became a hopeless lost believer, trying to find his own new path.

Originally, Sean had the heart to invite Darnell to watch the finals together, and with such a man standing at the top of the power pyramid by his side, he felt absolutely safe.

Rejected mercilessly by Darnell, the much-anticipated game was what he called a brutal collision without nutrition, and it was not as powerful as the impact of the new medical skills, and with this idle time, it was better to receive a few more patients.

The powerful reason makes Sean irrefutable, after all, in terms of force, he has nothing to pursue, it is meaningless to make himself a few pounds stronger, and the speed is 0.01 second faster, and the skills have been honed to the extreme of returning to the basics.

Two sentences can describe Darnell's swordsmanship, the power is big enough, and the speed is fast enough.

When he drew the sword, Sean's eyes couldn't keep up, which also confirmed that the sword shadow was not a legend, but a real existence.

On the day of the finals of the gladiatorial competition, Sean entered early, and when he arrived, he found that there was never a shortage of old fritters in this world, and there were many people who arrived earlier than him.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

When Duke Borg's obsessive figure appeared in the stands, it drew a cheer from the audience, and I don't know whether it was intentionally arranged, or it came from the heart, or both.

Anyway, what was shown in front of Duke Borg was a touching scene of his own support.

Standing in front of the rostrum for nearly a minute, the Duke of Borg threw himself into the wide chair and addressed the Chancellor of the Exchequer beside him.

"I heard that you sold 10,000 more standing tickets this time, was it your idea?"

"That's right, it's really the minister's idea, the corridor is very wide, and there is no problem with 10,000 more people. Ming Weilang didn't hide it, "the opportunity is rare......"

"Okay, don't complain, I also know that you are thinking about the military leader's finances, but have you considered the security issue, once there is a riot, it is easy to have a tragedy in the camp, and it is not a small profit that can be solved. ”

Duke Borg is also an old soldier, so he naturally knows that after people get together, it is easy to break out into tragedy.

"It's the minister's ill-conceived thoughts. Ming Weilang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, he only cared about accumulating money to solve the financial crisis, and did not consider this aspect of the problem.

"Okay, I'm not blaming, don't be so eager to do things next time. ”

Duke Borg really can't afford to blame Ming Weilang, because he knows how bad the military finances are during this time, and it will last for several years, and the war is easy to subside, but it is not so easy to restore production, and there is naturally no tax without production.

"I will pay attention next time. Ming Weilang hurriedly promised.

"Your Majesty, he is Doctor Tang. ”

The guards beside Duke Borg whispered in his ear.

Duke Borg looked in the direction pointed by the guard, and in the audience seat next to the rostrum on the right, sat a tall young Andes, with a straight face and a serious appearance that only adults have, but a slightly immature face indicated that the other party was not very old.

Just across the guardrail, there was a tower talking to Angel Bena in the stands.

The other party seemed to sense something, looked over, and met Duke Borg's gaze, surprisingly, the other party was very calm, got up and bowed half-bowed, as a sign of respect, and sat back calmly.

Duke Borg's eyes narrowed into a slit, and a faint cold light flickered.

The guards beside him observed the words and said, "Your Majesty, do you need to separate them." ”

"No, it's a game. Duke Borg waved his hand, "I'll talk about it when the game is over." ”

"Yes. ”

......

"Your father seems to be very angry, he doesn't think you're seducing a wild man, right?"

Sean said in a voice smaller than a mosquito humming.

"You're scolding yourself. Angel Bena also lowered her voice and said, "Leave him alone, if nothing else, he won't have a chance to trouble us." ”

Sean's heart suddenly burst out, and he said with a solemn expression: "What are you going to do?"

"I'm not prepared to do anything. Angel Bena smiled as pure and flawless as a little white flower. "You just have to sit still and watch the excitement. ”

Sean's brows frowned into a lump, he always felt that Angel Bena had something to say, but what was the deep meaning, and he couldn't say it clearly, and he was restless for a while, and he couldn't sit still.

The Colosseum of Solo is an architectural marvel in this era, and the people who designed and built it are absolutely masters, and the structure actually uses a very advanced echo structure, which can amplify the sound in the arena, and I dare not say that all the spectators present can hear it clearly, and nearly two-thirds of the people can hear it clearly.

A well-dressed waiter played the role of moderator in the room, and after receiving a signal from the rostrum, he shouted hoarsely.

"The Grand Final of the 13th Gladiatorial Contest under the leadership of the Manyu Army is just the beginning, and we have two contestants, the winner of the 10th and 12th Gladiatorial Tournaments, our two-time King of Gladiators, the Free Gladiator, and the gentleman of gladiators, Sir Starbuck!"

"Starbuck!"

"Starbuck!"

"Starbuck!"

In a burst of enthusiastic cheers, Starbuck, dressed in silver plate armor, entered the gladiatorial arena with a tiger, in addition to a half-hand sword that was half a man high, there were also five throwing spears on his back, short swords, hand axes and other hand-to-hand combat weapons were readily available, and if there was another war horse, the whole would be a fully armed knight.

It's a championship match, not the kind of final against beasts or death row inmates, and gladiators aren't restricted from wearing armor and carrying their own weapons.

Starbuck brought his gentlemanly style to the fullest, and when he got on the stage, Tuan Tuan spun around and greeted the crowd around him, as if he was not standing in a gladiatorial arena about to fight to the death, but a stage full of spotlights, about to put on his magnificent performance.

It also attracted a frenzied cry, most of which were women, and it was not for nothing that he was called a friend of women.

"Next, let's please, the 8th, 9th, and 11th gladiator champions, our former gladiator king, who won freedom with his own strength, Scarlet Storm Dicklon!"

"Dicklon!"

"Dicklon!"

"Dicklon!"

Compared to Starbuck's cry, Dicron was no less, just like his name, when he entered the arena, it was like a blood-colored whirlwind, and everyone appeared in the center of the arena as soon as they saw it, causing a burst of surprise shouts.

Unlike Starbuck's style and costume with an obvious battlefield atmosphere, Dickron, who was born as a gladiator, has a strong performance color in both his dress and style.

The kind of instant sprint just now, not to mention in the eyes of Starbuck, even in the eyes of some ordinary veterans who have been on the battlefield, is a fancy act that wastes physical strength, and a decent move like Starbuck is the most correct choice.

But it is undeniable that this kind of move is performed by the champion knight, which is indeed beyond imagination gorgeous and shocking, which can be seen from the audience's reaction.

His scale armor is also specially custom-made, a blood-colored body, many parts are hollowed out, and the barbs are dense, which makes it look hideous at the same time, but also exudes a unique beauty, and the close-fitting design allows him to show off his muscle contours at the same time, but also makes him more flexible.

Carrying a large bow that was no less large than Andes's longbow, like the armor, the whole body was blood-colored, and the arrows were also specially made, thick and long, as many as three pots, which was one of the reasons for his name, when he opened the bow, it was like a storm of blood-colored arrows, and many people had fallen before his quiver could shoot empty.

When Dicron becomes a champion knight, let alone a pot of arrows, even the big knight can't walk three arrows in front of him, and only Starbuck, who is also a champion knight, can force his true kung fu.

"Whether the gentleman gladiator Starbuck retains his title as the king of gladiators, or whether the bloody storm Dicron regains his glory, let's wait and see, and now the game officially begins. ”

After the host announced loudly, he jumped back to the audience with great agility, and the skills he showed were at least at the level of a big knight.

Surprisingly, after the host announced, the two sides did not immediately enter into a life-and-death struggle, and Starbuck even greeted Dicron politely and made friends.

"Old friend, let's meet again in this sacred place, how did you think about my proposal?"

On the fingers, the two have indeed known each other for more than ten years, and the two have swept five gladiator championships in a row, and now they are sixth.

In the eighth and ninth sessions, it was the bloody storm Dicron family that was dominant, although there were also champion knights in those two sessions, but either they couldn't get home, or they were old and decrepit, and they began to decline, and they were much inferior in front of Dicron who was in his peak state, and it was not an exaggeration to call it a monopoly at that time.

It wasn't until the 10th Starbuck came out that Dicron met his opponent and began the era of the double king, and it was also in that session that he accidentally overturned in the gutter and failed to win three consecutive championships, which made Dicron regret and chased after him bravely, and pulled back a game in the 11th.

Starbuck was not the kind of person who was willing to fail, and in the twelfth he narrowly beat Dicron by a large margin.

But after fighting back and forth, the two had a good friendship.

Compared to Starbuck, Dicklon, a gladiator slave, was obviously not good at words, especially when this kind of public attention was in the limelight, he was better at speaking with his own weapons, and his face popped out a sentence.

"Not interested. ”

"Don't be so decisive, aren't you tired of this kind of life now? What's the point of the two of us continuing to fight? Is it just for the title of this so-called king of gladiators? You've already obtained two, what do you think it means to you?"

"Emptiness, only endless emptiness, because this is just the bones of those who are high up and above, even if you get this title, you are still a dog in the hands of others. ”

"I'm not a dog, I'm not a slave, I'm a free man, I'm a free man now. Dicron let out a low roar like a beast being stimulated, repeating it several times.

"Free man?"

Starbuck let out an even bigger sneer.

"Do you know the true concept of a free man? not only physical freedom, but also spiritual freedom, you look at yourself, although the shackles of your body have been removed, but the soul has become extremely strong, do you have your own beliefs? Do you have your own love? Do you have your own dreams?"

"No, you don't have all of them, you don't even have what you want to do, you only have orders from your master in your eyes, and you're one of Bill's dogs from start to finish. ”