Dense cracks appeared on the floor of the auditorium, and they stretched from the stone wall at the bottom to the very top of the circular hall. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The roar of info was endless, and after a moment of silence, the audience erupted in unprecedented panic!

People screamed and fled in all directions, and everyone could no longer maintain the frenzy and excitement of watching the battle, one by one, like pigs chased by demons, only caring for their own lives.

There are countless pushers, no one to take care of the guards trying to put order in order, people who only care about their own lives pushing each other, and even abandoning their close companions in order to escape.

The people who had been discussing the war a second ago became frightened birds. Not to mention the commoners, even the usually polite merchants and nobles did not care about their companions, and the people infected by fear fell into complete chaos.

Elbert and Mesfield were the first to stand up, angrily searching for the source of the riot and seeing dozens of sturdy slaves storming the gate led by several men in servant uniforms.

"Damn it!" Masefield grabbed the viscount beside him, "What are you doing! Catch them for me, catch the rebels who dare to invade the gladiatorial arena!"

The Viscount, who was grabbed by the collar, only felt that it was dark, and he even wished to die on the spot. The furious Masfield's violent shaking made him feel sick and vomit, and he was tempted to explain, only to find that any language was now pale and weak.

Thankfully, Elbert rescued him.

"Uncle, it's too late, the people are all in chaos, please order the guards to block the streets of the Colosseum, and leave those people to me to deal with!"

Masefield looked back and saw Elbert pointing to the chaotic gatekeeper that had been smashed into chaos by the chaotic crowd, his face full of solemnity.

At the critical moment, Elbert showed what a ruler should be, and he realized that if the matter was not handled properly, not only would Mesfield lose face, but the entire Clegghorn family would also lose its majesty.

Masefield stared at Elbert and then at Walter, who had almost collapsed in his seat, and shook his head imperceptibly.

"Did you hear His Highness the Crown Prince's words? Viscount, why don't you go and clean up the mess!"

Before Masfield could finish speaking, he saw a man stumbling towards him against the crowd. The man was dressed in a fine servant attire, and judging by the coat of arms on his chest, he belonged to the Masefield family.

"Master, master, no, no!" cried the servant, spreading the worst news to the audience before Maysfield could stop it, "the slaves have rioted! They have escaped from the underground prison into the waterways, and they have been opened from the waterways, and they are fleeing from the imperial capital!"

Wow -

The nobles who were still able to keep their composure were in an uproar!

The slave rebellion in the imperial capital meant that the prestige of the Clegghorn family had fallen to freezing point. If one is not handled well, the rule of the entire empire will be shaky.

"Damn! Damn!" even the self-proclaimed calm Maesfield couldn't help but go crazy, and he yelled at his men, "What are you doing in a daze! Hurry up and inform the city guard and the royal griffin legion that I must send those lowly, hellish pigs where they need to go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at the special table where Elbert and the Seven Kings were.

Elbert's expression was serious, and the Seven Kings, who were firmly guarded by the guards, on the grand seats around the royal table, watched the farce with different expressions.

Some of them had cold expressions, some were talking in low voices, and some even had sneering looks on their faces. But no matter who it was, there was no melancholy on their faces that worried about the future of the empire.

Maesfield's heart had almost hit rock bottom, and despite the chaotic, dense crowd, he felt a biting chill all over his body.

He looked at the arena again, and this time, he saw a scene that made his eyes split.

In the arena, Daphne, who was annoyed by the interruption of the duel, angrily shot at one of the young men with crisp blonde hair in a servant suit. The two quickly exchanged several moves, but before they could distinguish between them, they were stopped by Vivien Leigh.

He remembered who the blonde young man was! Zenas, the former first knight of the young generation of the Empire, and now the monarch killer! The Zenas who had been rescued from the water prison by Vivien Leigh!

Masfield could clearly see that in Daphne's surprised look, Zenas nodded at Vivien Leigh with a wry smile.

Then, Vivien Leigh said something to Daphne, and the two tacitly stopped, letting the mob leave.

Mesfield's fists tightened, and his forehead was bruised. Then, he saw a scene that made him even more furious!

The dozens of thugs disappeared in the blink of an eye in the chaotic crowd of fleeing people, and Mesfield didn't care about anything else, his eyes just chasing Zenas's back. He saw Zenas leap into the stands again, rush to the noble quarter, and flee towards the chaotic merchant quarter.

This time, Zenas and Charlotte and Claire who were leaning on the railing staggered by, and Mesfield clearly saw what Charlotte said to Zenas, and the moment the three passed by, Charlotte and Claire subconsciously moved out of the way, and even had a slight eye contact between the two sides.

And that's not the most terrifying! The most terrifying thing is that the guy standing next to the two, if Maesfield remembers correctly, is clearly the only survivor of the family that was destroyed by his own hands!

He wasn't dazzled, and he wasn't mistaken!

Indeed, the moment Charlotte saw Zenas, she was pulled by Neam's sleeve.

"I said there was a good show. ”

"But you didn't say there would be a good show in the gladiatorial arena!" Charlotte glared at Neham with dissatisfaction.

"Promise me, don't hurt him. "I think he's a great hero, and he did what I wanted to do, but I couldn't." ”

Charlotte didn't answer, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, and finally nodded.

Just then, Zenas rushed to the stands from where they were. The latter seemed to be momentarily surprised that he would meet Charlotte and Claire on the escape route, but soon, with no way back, he rushed to the two of them.

"I just want to save Her Royal Highness from this unjust duel. Zenas said as he ran towards Charlotte, "Are you going to send me to prison again?" ”

Zenas, who had been in contact with Charlotte before, knew that with Charlotte and Claire's abilities, it would be almost easy to stop him.

But it didn't get that bad.

Before Zenas could collide with the two, Charlotte and Claire moved out of the way with a cloaked young man.

Charlotte even nodded imperceptibly at Zenas, "You have a bit of a conscience......

Then, in a few jumps, Zenas melted into the crowd and disappeared.

Masfield took a deep breath!

The strange behavior of Zenas, Neham, and the people of the North raised his suspicions, and he looked at the Grandhouse again, this time he felt that the expressions on the faces of each of the Grand Dukes were a little strange.

They are waiting to see their own jokes! Waiting for themselves to make a mediocre move! They are like poisonous snakes! Waiting for themselves to transfer the most elite legions out of the imperial capital so that they can spit out poisonous letters and show their fangs!

No! I can't let them get their way!

"Uncle!" Elbert's voice came to his ears, but it seemed as strange and absurd as a voice corrupted by time, "You have made a wise decision!"

Masfield looked at Elbert, but felt that there was a triumphant smirk in his solemn expression.

Yes, you also wait for me to transfer the most elite legions out of the Imperial Capital, so that with the support of the people of the North, ascend to the supreme position......

At this thought, Masfield, as Moon had expected, did something stupid that threatened to shake Clegghorn's rule.

"Come back!" he called back to the herald who was running towards the exit, "Don't send out the Royal Griffin Legion, and don't send any main legion, maybe there are other rebels in the Imperial Capital, and the stability of the Imperial Capital comes first!"

"Uncle, do you know what you're doing, if you don't get the slaves back in the first place, the Clegghorn family will ...... rule."

Unmoved, Mesfield continued to order, amid Elbert's astonishment and angry questioning, "Just call the militia troops to hunt down the slaves, and that's enough......"

He turned around and asked rhetorically with a somewhat broken smile, "Are you dissatisfied with my decision?" ”

With that, he no longer paid attention to Elbert's dissatisfied questioning, and walked out of the field under the escort of the guards.