The Colosseum is arranged in an elliptical shape as a whole, similar to the grand stepped architectural shape of the Colosseum in ancient Rome in Charlotte's previous life, allowing the audience to have an unobstructed view of the situation in the arena. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The San Lorenzo Empire was revered to the east, so the area to the east was the so-called aristocratic viewing area.

Unlike the rest of the sections, the seating was comfortable and loosely arranged, and the gladiatorial staff set up the fur tents early in the morning, dividing the seating into different areas.

From a distance, the fur tents lined up along the top of the auditorium were as gorgeous as a flower-filled aristocratic garden.

In the center is the golden royal tent, which is the seat of honor that belongs to His Majesty the Emperor. Around it, seven slightly smaller purple tents were lined up, which belonged to the seven kings. This area is known as the pinnacle of power by the do-gooders.

Although most of the time these areas are unoccupied, the management of the Imperial Capital Colosseum carefully cleans and organizes them every day. Otherwise, angering the owner of any of these seats will make the administrator of the Imperial Capital Gladiatorial Arena unable to eat and walk around.

When Sylvia and Charlotte walked straight to the tent with the banner of Icewind Castle, they immediately aroused the curiosity of the nobles of the imperial capital.

If there is anyone who is the most mysterious family in the imperial capital, it is undoubtedly the Icewind Castle family from the north.

To the outside world, the family has been passed down for thousands of years like the Claydermans, but each generation has kept a low profile. The grand dukes of the past did not interfere in politics and military affairs, and looked like a principality mascot.

But the question is, how can there be a family of mascots that can be easily passed down for thousands of years?

There are also various mysterious curses about the Icewind Castle family, one of which is that every generation of the family is a woman. It wasn't until this generation of Grand Dukes of Icewind Castle included Charlotte in the family that he broke the spell in an alternative way.

How can such a mysterious family, a new generation of Icewind Castle Grand Duchess who has never been seen before, not make people curious?

The aristocratic men and women dressed in gorgeous costumes observed Sylvia in pure white dresses with stunning and novel eyes, and both men and women were attracted by Sylvia's cold and noble temperament.

In contrast, Charlotte, dressed in an aristocratic winter hunting suit, was completely stealing the limelight.

Some enthusiastic nobles came to the tent to greet Sylvia, but Princess Binghu obviously didn't mean to talk to each other, and for a while Charlotte was busy.

Before the gladiatorial match was about to begin, the nobles who wanted to come and mingle with each other said goodbye one by one and returned to their respective seats.

Charlotte sent the overly enthusiastic nobles to the throne, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned to Sylvia to laugh at himself, "I really think that dealing with these nobles is far more difficult than learning a seven-ring spell model. ”

"You can also choose not to bother. Sylvia's cold words were tinged with her own self-style.

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and didn't answer. Even if his personality is very strong, he can't do it to the extent that Sylvia doesn't care about anything in the slightest.

At this moment, he saw Claire and Dinah walking silently down the passage below to the seat of Icewind Castle. Claire held a rusty ancient sword in her hand, and Dinah lost her usual liveliness and walked silently in front of Claire.

When she saw Charlotte standing in front of her seat at Icewind Castle, Dinah pursed her lips and frowned and said, "I hate this job!"

Charlotte looked at Dinah, who seemed to be a little anxious and greeted Sylvia, and then silently made tea for her.

"What's wrong with her? Got the black powder?" asked Charlotte to Claire, who was close behind.

The latter handed the rusty ancient sword in front of Charlotte, and his worried expression was unobstructed.

"Something didn't seem right with Vivien Leigh's mood. Claire's voice was deep, "The gladiatorial match is different from what she had imagined, and I'm afraid she won't be able to turn a corner." ”

"What do you mean, is the opponent strong?"

"No!" Claire frowned and shook her head, "because the opponent is pitiful." ”

"Poor, damn it!"

Charlotte immediately realized why.

From a young age, Vivien Leigh was raised as an elite knight. And as the princess of a country, she is different from ordinary knights.

In short, she is well protected, and she has never touched the dark side of the world.

In Vivien Leigh's heart, the knight is a brave, noble, and righteous party. They were fearless and sacrificed on the battlefield for honor and protection. Every swing of the sword, every attack, is extraordinary, and in her mind, knights swing their swords for protection, not just for killing and conquering!

Even in the war of aggression in the northern battlefield, Fei Wenli, who was instilled with hatred for the country and family since childhood, also thought that she was wielding a sword to protect the country. Warriors between the two countries are armed with weapons and face each other as reciprocal beings for their respective beliefs and glory.

Lawrence apparently protected Vivien Leigh well, keeping her out of contact with the dark side of the war.

But the truth of this world is that knights have never been glorious! War has never been just! Empires have never been sacred!

Vivien Leigh wishfully believed that competing with slaves and war criminals would not insult her sacred family name, for the knight, who was almost as pure as a piece of paper, saw that slaves and war criminals were as flesh and blood as nobles and commoners, and that she should treat them equally.

But she overlooked the fact that her upbringing from an early age prevented her from wielding a sword against the weak without any divine reason.

In other words, you can say that Vivien Leigh is hypocritical, but she needs a righteous reason to swing her sword! a sacred excuse! It can be to protect the weak, it can be to uphold justice, it can be to respond to a request!

But now, nothing! She just had to raise the butcher's knife against the weak living at the bottom of society for the sake of a political game!

What's even more terrifying is that while seeing the other party as weak, it also means that Vivien Leigh arrogantly puts herself on the clouds!

This is a refutation!

For Vivien Leigh at this moment, there is no solution to the refutation!

But Charlotte couldn't do anything for her, because for Vivien Leigh it was no less than a war of faith.

Charlotte looked at the rusty ancient sword in his hand, and he asked softly, "Claire, does the righteous dragon slayer really not exist?"

"What?" Claire didn't know about the conversation and the game that had been played by the three Clayderman siblings, and he looked at Charlotte in surprise, not knowing what his good brother was talking about.

"Nothing. Charlotte turned to her seat, "Anyway, no matter what happens, I won't let Vivien Leigh be hurt in the slightest!"

"Of course! That's what I'm trying to say. ”

The two of them sat down with Dinah, who had made tea, and Charlotte laid the ancient sword on the small table between Sylvia and herself. Because of the rules of gladiatorial matches, the holy sword was forbidden to be used, and the holy sword that had left its owner was once again corroded by the power of time, as dim as an abandoned puppy.

However, the moment the ancient sword rested on the small table, it suddenly bloomed with dazzling golden light. Like a cheering child, it spits out golden tides of magical energy, which turn into crystalline bands of light that swirl around Sylvia holding black tea.

This scene made the three Charlotte look at Sylvia with a calm face in surprise, the holy sword, as the bloodline inheritance of the Clayderman family, actually reacted strongly to Sylvia.

Sylvia sipped the black tea lightly and said lightly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I have no regrets." ”

In an instant, the Holy Sword Streamer made a loud roar, like a happy child without wind, and the sharp sword body flew around Sylvia happily. The golden cat on Sylvia's shoulder was annoyed by the childish sword, and it pounced on it, waving its claws and making a fuss with it.

Charlotte watched this surreal scene in shock, and just as he was about to ask, he heard a dull bell ringing from inside the gladiatorial arena!

The preliminary round has finally begun!