"Remember, Your Highness. A middle-aged balding man dressed in a cotton robe and embroidered with a noble coat of arms on his chest carefully advised, "In gladiatorial fights, please be sure not to remove your mask, otherwise you will be disqualified from participating in the competition at the first time."www.biquge.info ”

Unlike the preliminary round, the lounge for the final round was significantly better. That's not to say how upscale it is, it's just clean and tidy.

With chairs, high windows, and refreshments, the five-square-metre lounge is a paradise compared to the waterlogged, cramped, and damp lounge of the preliminary round.

The main thing is that there is no such thing here that makes Vivien Leigh feel uncomfortable, those dense despair with longing eyes.

Vivien Leigh took the rabbit mask handed over by the middle-aged man, and she carefully flipped it over to make sure there was no problem before nodding.

Lucerne's experience taught her that the most terrible damage did not come from the sword in the light, but poison and daggers from the shadows. The foodie princess, who has been taught a lesson, did not even enjoy a piece of dessert in the lounge this time.

"I see!" Vivien Leigh nodded, "but why do you want to do that?"

"For the sake of fairness!" said the middle-aged man seriously, "Everyone who can go to the finals is a strong person who has experienced all kinds of unequal sieges in the preliminary round and is strong enough to break the rules." If there is a siege in the final due to personal vendetta or class differences, it is an unfair experience for anyone. Do you think that's right? Your Highness. ”

"You're right!" Fei Wenli nodded solemnly.

"May I remind you once more, I know that there are spiritual warriors who can sense the danger of their masters and protect their own masters. However, please do not do this, rules are rules, we cannot allow participants to bring their own weapons, everyone can only use the weapons provided at the venue. If there is any rudeness to Her Royal Highness the Princess, please forgive me!" the middle-aged man bowed deeply.

It can be seen that a well-bred man should have been born into some low-ranking aristocratic family. His good words and behavior made Vivien Leigh's mood finally relaxed.

"Don't worry, even though the air here is uncomfortable, I'll follow the rules. Vivien Liqiang smiled and nodded, "Thank you for the reminder! Can you tell me what I should call you?"

"Moon, just call me Moon, Your Highness. (Demon Time Bright Moon!MOON, okay, the dragon set appeared once! I was going to let you appear and hang up, forget it, look at you pitiful, give you a little more time!)

"Thank you again, Mr. Moon. ”

After Fei Wenli finished speaking, she stood quietly at the door of the lounge to adjust her breathing, waiting for the time to appear.

"Oh, I wish you could say something like that when you know the truth. Moon bowed his head and whispered in a self-deprecating tone, "But I have no regret about what I have done now, the gods on high cannot judge my good and evil, only the beacon of freedom can shine through my shadows." ”

As the clock ticked by, Moon sent her best wishes to the princess once again after the administrator informed her that she was on the field.

Then he stood in the shadows and waited for the time to pass, and when the warm cheers of the hall were faintly heard in the hallway, he straightened his collar and walked to the back door with a solemn expression.

Walking out the back door of the Royal Colosseum, the cheers behind him could not cause Moon to waver in the slightest. Without looking back, he walked into an alley, and after a few minutes or so, he led a few men in shabby servant outfits back to the rest area.

The guards stopped him as usual, but Moon said calmly with good manners, as usual, "These are the new cleaners, and according to the Viscount's orders, I must do a great cleaning of the underground area before sunset. ”

"I know, Lord Moon. The guard had a good impression of the plain and kind man, so he only checked the matter with the servants he had brought with him, "I'm just wondering if these people can clean the underground area before sunset?"

"Anyway, where the slaves stayed, am I going to sweep the pigsty like heaven?" said Moon, shrugging his shoulders and not caring about it.

"That's right!" the guards burst into laughter, "slaves should stay in the pigsty and live a stinking life!"

One of the servants clenched his fists, but was quickly grabbed by another servant with his head down.

"It seems that we have reached a consensus. Moon smiled in agreement.

He led the servants through the back door, and through the dark and complicated passages, until he came to a wooden door.

As at the beginning, the guards, who had a good impression of Moon, only hastily checked the identities of their servants and quickly let them go.

Inside the wooden door was nothing but a deep passage with torches burning. It leads to what Moon calls the Underground Zone, the darkest slave market in St. Keller.

For the sake of the image of the water capital, previous generations of kings relocated the dirty slave market that was originally located in the West Market to the gladiatorial arena. Merchants can enter the dark and bloody market through the doors of the original Western Market, while Imperial Administrators generally manage the chaotic world through the underground areas of the Colosseum.

The slave market administration was located directly below the Colosseum, a stone fortress building covering an area of about 2,000 square meters. Unlike the rest of the castle, this fortress had both defensive and military functions.

In normal times, the fort was staffed with a full force of 100 men to suppress any instability in the slave market. But today, in order to stabilize the order of the finals, there are only about 20 troops here.

In a small guard room, Moon led his servants to report to the captain of the guard as usual. The sturdy man with a beard holding his head in his hands, resting his shin-armored legs on the long table, swayed the wooden chair and made a creaking sound.

This was the captain of the guard on duty today, and he looked up and said to Moon, "I heard that you have hired some new minions? Can they be trusted? I don't want to send out an already overstretched guard today to get them out from the teeth of some crazy slave." ”

"Don't worry, sir. Moon bowed slightly, "Is there a time when I do things that displease you?"

"I'm just saying it casually, and everybody knows that 'Moon the Polite' is a reliable man. With a pinch of his index finger and thumb, the captain expertly tossed a peanut into his mouth, chewing and saying, "Go! Remember to have the servants clean up the pigsty before sunset!"

"As you wish, sir. Moon nodded.

He was about to lead the servants out of the guard room, when he heard the captain of the guard suddenly say, "Wait!"

Moon turned back and asked in surprise, "What do you command?"

The captain of the guard shook his chair, holding a peanut in one hand and his chin in the other, and said with some curiosity, "How do I feel that you are familiar? That's right! It's you! ”

The captain of the guard munched on a peanut, seemingly just a very boring joke.

But he didn't notice that the minions, including Moon, exchanged a stealthy look.

The young man he pointed out had thick blond hair, and although he was unkempt, he could still see the bright colors in the dimly lit underground. The shabby servant's robes could not hide his muscular build, and although he shrunk back, he could still tell that the man had a strong physique.

This is probably the point that makes the captain of the guard care the most.

The servants moved slightly, but the young man quickly grabbed them. Then, he looked up at the peanut-pounding, nonchalant eyes of the captain of the guard.

The boring eyes turned into doubt, then suddenly, and finally anger!

The frightened captain of the guard could not maintain his balance on the rocking wooden chair and fell to the ground. Peanuts were scattered all over the ground, and he pointed at the young man, his voice trembling with fear.

"You, you, you're First Knight Zenas Radcliffe!"

The young man is none other than Zenas Radcliffe, the former first knight of the young generation of the Empire, who fled to the lighthouse!

He shook his head solemnly, and denied, "No, I am no longer the First Knight, I am the bell-ringer of the death knell of the Empire! the lamp-bearer of the Lighthouse of Freedom! The King-killer, Zenas Redcliffe!"

It was the last dialogue the Captain heard in his life.

In the next second, his gaze fell into eternal darkness......