As soon as Dura got into the carriage, she fell at the feet of the White Tiger Mother. She's been flying as fast as she can, and she's exhausted.

"Dura, what's wrong with you?" asked the little white tiger worriedly.

"I didn't—it's okay!" the white pigeon gasped and said intermittently, "yes—I'm sorry, Meng'er, I couldn't bring Grandpa David. Before she could finish speaking, tears were rolling down her eyes.

"Dura, what's wrong? You seem to be quite frightened!" the mother of the white tiger leaned down, stuck out her tongue and licked Dura's little head.

"Grandpa David—" the white dove cried very sadly, "he has been arrested! He denounced himself to General Gaina, saying that he had drugged the soldiers in the gladiatorial arena so that they all fell asleep! You don't know, this is a serious crime! The general immediately ordered him to be arrested, and he was dragged by life, and almost broke his bones!"

"How can this be?" the mother of the white tiger was shocked. "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"I heard it with my own ears!" the general ordered him to be thrown into death row under the gladiatorial arena, and I tried to chase them in, but I was coaxed out by a few soldiers!" Dura's words were interrupted by a choked voice.

"Oh my God, did Grandpa David really do these things?" exclaimed the White Tiger Mother.

"How is it possible, he only came to Rome yesterday, although he came to the gladiatorial arena once last night, but he- he- coo, Tiger King, I beg you, save Grandpa David!"

Dura's words made the White Tiger mother both shocked and panicked, "You asked me to save Grandpa David? Aren't you sick and rushed to the hospital? I'm still locked up, how can I save him!"

"I have heard from the soldiers that one of the Emperor's favorite painters wanted to see you, but he hated blood and cruelty, and he did not want to come to the gladiatorial arena. The Emperor is going to surprise him, and he is going to take you back to the palace—"

"So, mother won't have to play for a while?" cried the little white tiger, and the white dove's words made him ecstatic.

"The field is still going to be played, but he won't let the Tiger King participate in a formal gladiatorial fight, he just wants his subjects to see the Tiger King with their own eyes - oh, by the way, he also calls the Tiger King a 'Divine Beast'!"

"Mom, they call you 'Divine Beast', it's too exciting!"

"Tiger King, can you save Grandpa David?" Dura cried heartbreakingly, pleading with her voice.

"What do you want me to do?" asked the White Tiger Mother anxiously as she nodded vigorously.

"I beg you to intercede with His Majesty the Emperor and spare the life of Grandpa David, who came all the way to Rome for a more important mission! But I don't know what happened to him today, why did he take all these trumped-up charges on himself, I didn't have time to ask him, just-"

"Grandpa David can't die!" Meng'er didn't wait for Dura to finish speaking, and then said loudly to his mother: "Don't care about anything, do nothing, anyway, Grandpa David just can't die! Mom, do you know? Only by letting Grandpa David survive can he save more people—no, countless people have escaped a terrible and tragic fate!"

"Why are you so sure? You don't know him!"

"I know, I've seen him in my dreams! That's enough, Mom!" Little White Tiger raised one of his front paws and pointed to the vent above his head, "You can see it all, what are those soldiers doing outside? Haven't you seen it all in the gladiatorial school? What they are doing this for, you know as well as I do! Mom, it's really too sinful and too cruel! Since you can survive, we have to find a way to rescue Grandpa David! Because only he—really only he can put an end to this!"

"Meng'er—" Dura cried out weakly but joyfully, and then fell to the ground, fainting.