As time passed, the news that Young Master Ron was going to hold a Phantom Mercenary Cocktail Party became more and more widespread. Some people come for benefits, some people come for exchange and learning, and some people come for grievances and hatreds, and gradually it is a grand event within the phantom mercenaries. At the same time, it also alarmed the lord of the ghosts, the supreme queen of the ghosts.

And by the time the Phantom Mother Queen set her sights here, the Bone Spirit had already set off with Helen to the manor where Ron was holding a drinking party.

Traveling all the way, through thick and thin, when the two came to the manor, Ron himself came out to greet them and led them to a secluded secret room.

"My lord, it's big, there are currently nearly two thousand Phantom mercenaries gathered in the manor, which will definitely alarm the Phantom Mother Emperor. Ron glanced at Helen and invited the Bone Spirit to take a seat, then said.

The White Bone Spirit said calmly, "Don't worry, I have expected this situation for a long time. It didn't matter if our actions alarmed the Phantom Mother, because she couldn't guess my purpose, so even if she was there in person, she wouldn't be able to detect the slightest clue. ”

"So what should we do next?" Ron laughed awkwardly, "I'm too nervous to control the rest of the game." ”

"There are quite a few people...... "The white bone spirit groaned for a while, and said, "Announce that a drinking party will be held tomorrow night, and I would like to note that there will be a very special event held during the drinking party." ”

Ron nodded, and asked curiously, "Very special event, what do you mean?"

"The fight of life and death. The White Bone Spirit chuckled and said, "The winning person can get everything from the loser, and I think there will definitely be many people who are interested in this event." ”

A look of horror flashed in Ron's eyes: "Do this under the eyes of the Mother Emperor, and you will not be afraid ......"

"What are you afraid of. The white bone spirit said: "This is a completely voluntary activity, don't play if you are afraid of death." However, for the mercenaries who lick the blood on the knife edge, driven by enough interests, death is actually not so terrible. ”

Ron took a deep breath and said, "But how do we collect the souls of the losers under the nose of the Mother Empress?"

"It's good to do things on the field, and tell the mercenaries plainly that the soul of the dead will be devoured by the field, and all the assets will be stripped out and given to the winner. The White Bone Spirit said.

"What if the Empress does something to us?" Ron asked cautiously.

"Why?" asked the Bone Spirit.

"Curious, or, perhaps, inexplicably threatened. Ron said.

The white bone spirit rubbed his fingers and said with a smile: "You're right, so we need a referee who is strong enough to keep the game undisturbed." Your family, can you invite a judge of this level?"

"Nothing is a problem. It is enough to find a representative of a big force. Ron said, adding, "No one will refuse such a thing as long as it is good enough." ”

The white bone spirit bowed: "I'll come out with the benefits, and this matter will be handed over to you." Ron, follow me and I can assure you that you are definitely more developed than before. ”

Ron nodded suspiciously, but his heart was still apprehensive.

The next evening, nearly 2,000 Phantom mercenaries gathered in the courtyard of Ron's manor, staying together in groups of three or five, talking and laughing with each other, and tasting mellow wine. In the courtyard, nearly 100 brightly dressed girls walked through quickly like butterflies, constantly bringing wine, melons, fruits and delicacies.

"Hello dear mercenaries, I'm the initiator of this reception, Gus Ron. An hour later, most of the mercenaries were drunk, and Ron, dressed in a black ceremonial robe, stepped up to the podium and spoke loudly.

"Thank you, Master Ron, for your hospitality. A bearded mercenary with a long knife in his left hand and a wine glass in his right hand said Haruka.

"Thank you, Master Ron, for your hospitality. For a while, hundreds of people followed.

When the noise gradually subsided, Ron smiled and waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be polite. First of all, welcome to my lodge for this reception. The second thing to say is that I have already informed you that there will be a very interesting special event during this banquet, and now it is time to reveal. ”

Ron said, reaching out and pointing in the air, and a huge ring appeared in mid-air: "When I say fun activities, that's what I mean." Life and death in the ring, but whoever enters the ring to fight, the winner can get everything from the loser, including the natal magic weapon hidden in the soul. And the loser, once defeated, disappeared into ashes, and disappeared from the world. Therefore, the winner does not have to worry about the other party retaliating afterwards. How's that, does anyone dare to play?"

As his words fell, the crowd fell silent suddenly, and nearly two thousand mercenaries looked at each other without a squeak.

Ron glanced at them and said, "In order to ensure the fairness of the game, I just invited the patriarch of the Silver Soul clan to be the notary and referee of this competition, so you can compete with confidence." ”

The patriarch of the Gintama clan?

Suddenly, many mercenaries began to talk, and their voices were noisy.

"I can vouch for the fairness of this competition. An old man with a long sword stepped out of the void and stood in the middle of the ring, looking down at the group of mercenaries: "Is anyone willing to take the stage?"

"Isn't it just gambling on your life? Why don't you dare?" In the group of mercenaries, an old man with a gloomy face and a strong momentum flew up, landed on the ring, and said in a low voice: "Who dares to fight with the old man?"

"I'm afraid of you!"

"I'll kill you. ”

"Within three moves, take your life. ”

Just as the White Bone Spirit said, countless Phantom mercenaries responded one after another, and a young man with a long sword in his hand took the lead in the ring, standing in front of the old man.

Subsequently, the two fought to the death in the ring, and after hundreds of rounds, the two used all their means, and finally the old man narrowly killed the sword-wielding boy.

Just as the boy was dying, a rich golden light rushed out from the ground of the ring, enveloping his remnant soul.

After a while, treasures and medicines gushed out from the ring, covering the entire ring, and the treasures were shining.

The old man looked at this scene excitedly, and said to the Silver Soul Patriarch, "All of these are mine?"

The Gintama Patriarch smiled and said, "That's right, these are your trophies, you can put them away." ”

The old man waved his sleeves, put away all the treasures, and said to the Gintama Patriarch, "Thank you." ”

"You don't need to thank me, it's you, not me, who will win the other party. The Silver Soul Patriarch said lightly: "Okay, let's get down to business, are you going to defend or step down?"

Hearing this, the old man touched his chest that was still in pain, and said, "With my current situation, forcibly guarding is undoubtedly self-defeating, and I choose to step down." ”

The Gintama Patriarch raised his hand and said, "The winner, please leave!"