Curris is still not very relieved, after all, this game is related to the Gilant family's industry. The Arena was very important to every family, and almost every nobleman with a territory would establish his own Arena, which was also allowed in the Saint-Franc Empire.

"Lord Faemon, what we can mobilize at the moment is the Duke's two personal guards, Roon and Yash, do you see if it's ......" Curris whispered in Faemon's ear, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Faemon wave his hand at him.

"Since Mr. Ron said it was okay, then it was fine. Take Mr. Chloe to rest first. He also worked hard all the way. "It was as if Fermont had changed into a different person, and his demeanor was that of a noble nobleman.

Curris was just a servant of the Gillant family, and since the master had spoken, he didn't have much to say, so he looked at Ron and asked, "Mr. Ron, I don't know what else you need us to prepare?"

"All I need is an ordinary staff, and the attributes don't matter. Ron said casually.

Curris's brows furrowed even tighter, he really couldn't understand what his young master's idea was, whether the young man in front of him was too big, the other party was a hereditary nobleman, the richness of the background was unimaginable, but this young man didn't do anything.

He glanced at Fermont meaningfully, and saw that his young master did not object in the slightest, so he could only sigh, shook his head, and left the room with Chloe on the side.

It wasn't until only Fermon and Ron were left in the room that Fermon hurried to Ron's side and asked anxiously, "Master, are you really sure?"

Ron had a confident smile on his face and said, "I don't have the ability, how to be your master." Do what I tell you to do. ”

Ron briefly explained a few words to Fermon, and Fermont heard beads of sweat on his head, although he knew that Ron wanted to increase the stakes, but now it sounded like a shocking gamble for him.

Not long after Ron had finished explaining what had happened to Faemon, Curris returned, apparently having arranged Chloe, still holding a quaint rectangular wooden box in his hand.

Faimon was also stunned when he saw the wooden box, but his eyes instantly appeared with joy, and he stepped forward with an arrow, took the wooden box from Curris's hand, came to Ron, and said, "This is a good thing, it is a treasure of my family." ”

Seeing that Femmon was so excited, Curris hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Ron, this is the Staff of Cleus, which contains two mid-level fire attribute magic cores, combined with a flame attack rune, which can greatly increase the power of fire element magic. I'm lending you this staff for the time being, for the time being, to participate in the competition. ”

Curris finished his words in one breath, for fear that the young master of his family would say that he would give the staff out. Even if the Duke's Palace is rich, this kind of thing is not something that can be taken casually.

Fremont also understood what Curris meant, touched his big bald head, and showed an embarrassed smile on his face.

Ron smiled, to be honest, he really didn't like this staff. The method he practiced was very special. Most of the people can only get acquainted with one or two elements in their lives, and specialize in cultivating elemental magic that is more suitable for them. And his inheritance is different, he can learn all attributes of magic, and the staff he will use in the future does not need to be strengthened in attributes, only needs a comprehensive increase in divine soul power, so he will let Curis choose the staff at will.

Fermon also told Curris what Ron had just explained, and he was so frightened that he almost fell down with weak legs, but was supported by the quick-eyed Fermon. Signal him to do so, and he will bear all the consequences.

"Mr. Ron, I'll take you to the underground arena first, where there is a special competition rest area. Curris said with some surprise.

Ron nodded, and followed Curris.

Curris led them back to the front hall of the wine shop, where he groped behind the counter for a while, only to hear a click, and a wine cabinet to the right of the door suddenly dented, revealing a deep passageway. The passage was bright, flanked by magical lights that stretched down as if there was no end in sight.

The passage stretched down for about fifty or sixty meters, and you could see a dark gate with a white-haired old man napping at the door.

Curris kicked the man, and the old man, a spirit, rose from a stone bench and smiled at Curris, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth that were missing.

The old man took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, opened the door quickly, and made a gesture of please.

When Ron passed by the old man, he looked at him a few more times, intentionally or unintentionally, and nodded at the old man, and saw that Fermon beside him was confused.

After a few people walked through the thick door, the door closed automatically, and a fine layer of dust was thrown down.

The old man sat back on the stone bench and continued to squint and doze, but whispered, "What a terrible little doll." ”

There was nothing behind the gate, and in the dark space, only a striking white circle of light shone on the ground.

Ron was also familiar with this, a small, short-range teleportation array, usually set up to conceal some places. Under the guidance of Curis, the three of them stood together in the white circle, and then saw a white pillar of light rise, and the three of them disappeared.

Soon, when several people appeared, there was a noisy square in front of them, and the lights were bright all around, and some strangely dressed people could be seen everywhere in the crowd.

Ron looked around and saw that there were at least eight similar teleportation exits, and it seemed that the scale of this dueling arena was not too small, no wonder the Gilant family took it so seriously.

Ron is no stranger to underground arenas, and he has been to many arenas in his previous life. On the way just now, Faemon also gave Ron a brief explanation. Underground arenas are not uncommon in the Saint-Fur Empire, and the empire also hosts a number of local events on a regular basis.

Naturally, some nobles participated in the bets at each match, which also became an important source of income for the owners of the arena.

Losing ownership of the Fordshire Underground Arena would have a huge impact on the Gilant family's income. In this way, it is very likely that the family can only choose one of the two forces in the east and the west as a dependent, of course, this is also one of the calculations of the Bruce family.