Chapter 270: One to Ten

"As the lord of a country, you actually ran to gladiatorial battles!"

Sitting in the cafeteria of the research institute in the soul space, Rachel drank the draft beer in his hand, his face was red, and he complained loudly to Todd: "I have already opposed the plan to rescue Boyle!

Todd explained with a wry smile, "Boyle's identity is too important...... His prestige is soaring among hundreds of barbarian tribes. If this power can be grasped, the Twilight Kingdom can ......"

"No matter how important he is, does it matter if he can have the king of the Twilight Kingdom?!" Pushing the beer glass aside, Raichel pulled out a box of "HΓ€agen-Dazs" from the freezer at the bar, lifted the lid, and said indignantly: "You may have defeated today's opponent, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? Your enemy will only get stronger and stronger, and sooner or later you will reveal your identity!"

Todd touched the bridge of his nose and said, "I also understand the truth that there are many dreams at night, so I need your help." ”

"Help, I thought you could take care of everything by yourself. Rachel glanced at Todd, scooped up a piece of ice cream with a small spoon, put it in his mouth, and his eyes lit up: "This tastes good, can you make it in the Twilight Kingdom?"

Picking up the lid and poring over the ingredient list, Todd replied, "It may be difficult to be exactly the same, but it can be done in general." ”

Digging another piece and putting it in his mouth, Rachel nodded and said, "That's fine, this can be used as a sign of the 'sister hotel', just to make up for the lack of desserts...... No, what am I going to say, what do you want me to help you with?"

"I want to learn Northterdi. ”

Rachel rolled her eyes at Todd, "Are you planning to stay in the Red Circle for a long time?"

The latter did not say no: "I need to be able to communicate with other people in the 'Red Circle', and the language barrier is the biggest problem. ”

Rachel didn't say anything, she finished the ice cream one bite at a time, put down the spoon and looked at Todd and said, "I know you want to save Boyle's people, and I know you want to ask about Aisha's whereabouts." But have you thought about it, now that you have the identity of Boyle, his people are of no longer any value to you, and getting out of here as soon as possible is the most important thing. As for Aisha, a pirate who has little reputation and can't even guarantee her loyalty, I'm sure there are many who can replace her......"

Before he finished speaking, looking at the helpless look on Todd's face, Rachel closed his eyes and sighed: "You want to say that you can't do it, right?"

"Why do you want to carry a responsibility that doesn't belong to you on your shoulders?" Reichel opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, with tenderness in his eyes: "It's like climbing a mountain, there is a more clever and convenient road, why do you choose the most difficult route?"

Todd shook his head slightly: "Take the mountain climbing you just said as an example, some people only have the top of the mountain in their eyes in the process of climbing, and they value 'I conquered this mountain' more, but there are also some people, in the process of climbing, they care about the scenery along the way and the meaning of travel, and they want more 'I have this mountain'." ”

Tapping the edge of the paper cup with a small spoon, Rachel lay on the table, looked at Todd and said, "Is the process important?"

Todd smiled: "Does the result matter?"

Looking at the woman's hair scattered on the table, a look of remembrance appeared on Todd's face: "Human beings, only after one contact with death, will they understand a truth, the so-called meaning of life, has little to do with the material and power you possess. The key is whether your life is wonderful and whether you have ever walked through the most beautiful scenery......"

Puzzled, Rachel asked, "Is this philosophy?"

Todd shook his head and smiled, "It's an experience. ”

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The "Red Circle" gladiatorial arena, one floor above ground, management office.

The director of the gladiatorial arena, sitting at his desk, asked his subordinates, "Who is the next opponent of that traitor?"

The latter hurriedly replied: "Ackerman, the stalker, he is good at using bows and arrows and throwing knives, and he runs faster than anyone else. ”

"Stupid!" the director shouted at his subordinates: "Even the 'skinner' who won nineteen victories was defeated by that guy, what can this idiot who can only use a bow and arrow do?!"

The subordinate said in embarrassment: "Boss, the gladiators who have been a little more powerful recently, the schedule is full, and I really can't arrange it." ”

The supervisor snatched the other party's roster, looked at the list on it, thought for a moment, picked up the pen and sketched out the selected names one by one.

The subordinate looked at this move and asked puzzledly, "...... are you?"

After reading the selected names again, the director nodded with satisfaction and returned the roster to his subordinates: "Find out all these people above for me, and let them face Boyle the day after tomorrow!"

Taking the list and glancing at it, the surprised subordinate said in a trembling voice: "Chief, are you mistaken? You have chosen ten people in total! There are shield guards, archers, spears, and an assassin!"

The Director propped his legs on the table, looked at the ceiling, and said to himself, "If one person can't defeat him, what about a group of people?"

The subordinate looked at the list again and asked again: "Chief, according to the rules of the gladiatorial arena, even if you fight more and less, at most it is two to one, or three to one." Ten against one, which is too ......"

glaring at his subordinates viciously, the director roared angrily: "Do you know who that boyle is?!" If he doesn't die for a day, the red circle will not be at peace for a day! In short, he must die in the next gladiatorial fight!"

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"Red Circle" gladiatorial arena, one basement, gladiator training ground.

The thin and tall young man, while playing with the flying knife in his hand, said to the big man who was holding the stone lock: "Have you heard of the gladiatorial fight the day after tomorrow?"

The latter continued to train on his own, without the slightest intention of ignoring the former.

The thin and tall man found a stone step, sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and said slowly: "Ten people beat one person, I really don't know what those people think." ”

The big man ignored him, still dancing the stone lock in his hand.

"Those men also said that whoever could kill the boyle in a gladiatorial fight would be freed......"

Hearing the young man's words, the big man stopped the training in his hand and said in a sullen voice: "Ackerman, I advise you to break this thought. ”

The young man known as Ackerman looked at the other party curiously and asked, "Why not? Caspar, as long as you can kill that barbarian, you can return to the Holy Acropolis and continue to be your knight, as for me, I plan to go to the Twilight Kingdom to get an errand." ”

Caspar put the stone lock on the ground, and there was a hint of sentimentality on his resolute and square face: "In that 'Escape from Watch Canyon', I lost my old boss and my two older brothers, and I don't plan to go back to the south. ”

Ackerman stuck the knife in the dirt and sighed, "I'm no better than you, those villagers of Chigi Village who believed in the promise of the church and chose to retreat east, killed, starved to death, exhausted, to this day, I am the only one left." ”

Caspar twisted his arms, stretched his muscles, shook his head, and said, "Even if I kill that barbarian, I don't think those people will keep their promise." If you don't believe me, if you think about which one of the promises they made before, which one of them came true? Besides, that boyle defeated the 'Skinner', and it was not easy to kill him......

Ackerman thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Regarding the gladiatorial battle the day after tomorrow, do you want to take a gamble?"

Casper frowned and looked at the other party: "Bet?"