Back at the inn, Salter and the others sat listlessly in the guest room of the inn. ∈ 8∈8∈ read ∈ books, .2∞3.↓o

"Sart, things aren't going well, are they?"

"Yes, my lord, there are no shops in the city willing to take over our southern goods."

"I already knew about this just now, Lucesen's guild wants to strangle us, and they have formed an alliance to boycott our southern goods."

Salter listened to Arte's words, and his emotions suddenly fell to the bottom.

"My lord, even Luceshn's situation is so bad, I'm afraid Besançon ......" Salter no longer had hope in Besançon.

"My lord, should we ask Bishop Orlof to personally intervene to help us through this difficult time?" Ron instinctively thought of asking the bishop to intervene.

Art looked around the room and said, "The Bishop is the last antidote, and we should not alarm the Bishop until we have to." ”

"Moreover, it is certainly not the best strategy for businessmen to use power to suppress at every turn. I have asked the steward of our shop to make an appointment with the head of the guild, and when we have seen the people understand the situation, I am sure they will not be our enemies forever, as long as the terms we have given are good enough. ”

Art simply didn't think much about it, and looked up and commanded Salter: "Salter, you don't have to run around in the afternoon, you go to a lively tavern in the city in the afternoon, and then prepare a table of sumptuous food and wine, and I will feast Sir William." ”

"My lord, now that the caravan is in a desperate situation, there is still a feast?"

"I invited Sir William for a reason, just do it." Art replied without any doubt.

Salter thought that Sir William was Bishop Orlov's personal religious bodyguard, and instantly understood Arte's intentions.

That night, Arte led Saltroun Felix and his party to hold a private banquet for Sir William in the most luxurious and lively tavern in Luseseen, and Arte and his party accompanied Sir William to laugh and laugh until late at night before sending William back to the church.

Back at the warehouse, the waning moon had already set.

Art brought a bowl of broth to suppress the wine, and listened to Kenneim's report on the contact with the head of the guild.

"My lord, it is inconvenient to say at the dinner that the head of the guild refused to meet you at first, and he insisted that you had come to disturb the market of the Northland and South Goods. Later, when I hinted at your relationship with Bishop Orloff, he reluctantly agreed to meet with you, but he did not agree on a specific time for the meeting, citing the fact that he had not been busy with business lately and could not spare time. ”

"He couldn't find time to see us, so we went to him. Do you know if this leader frequents a place? We might be able to wait for him. %∷8%∷8%∷Read%∷Book,.≮.※o" Art asked.

"He spends most of his time in the guild hall except for going out on business, but I'm afraid it's not appropriate for us to go to the guild hall rashly......"

"Aside from the guild hall, does he have any private frequents?"

Kennem thought for a moment and replied, "He seems to be very fond of underground gladiatorial fights, and from time to time he would go to an underground gladiatorial arena outside the city to watch gladiatorial fights. ”

"Okay, you can find out when he will go to the underground gladiatorial arena outside the city, and we will go to the gladiatorial arena to meet the head of the guild."

"Okay sir, I'll arrange for someone to inquire."

While a few people in the room were discussing how to meet the head of the guild, a dark figure had just disappeared around the corner in an inconspicuous corner outside the house......

On the evening of the third day of his arrival in Lucesen, Art took Salter, Ron, Felix, and Kenneim to a ruin in the southwest of the city.

The ruins were a large Colosseum from the days of the imperial city-states a thousand years ago, and after a thousand years of dilapidation, only large fragments of ruins remain. However, although the buildings on the ground have collapsed and destroyed, the underground part of the Colosseum remains, and it has become a place for the rich and free citizens to seek bloody thrills.

Coming to the underground entrance of the Colosseum, two strong men who looked like guards stood here with axes, and behind the broken wooden table on the side sat an old man with a goatee.

Ron walked to the entrance, pulled out a few copper coins and threw them on the broken table.

The old man with the goatee picked up the copper coin and put it into a wooden box, glanced at the Arts, who were wearing armor and swords behind Ron, and lazily ordered, "This is the place of Lord Delarry {a nobleman in the city}, and you can't make trouble after you go in."

Ignoring the goatee's words, Ron bypassed the guards and stepped up the stone staircase into the arena, followed by the Arts.

As soon as you step into the underground gladiatorial arena, the thin mud on the ground is wrapped in feces and vomit, and the smell of blood and rancid smell rushes in front of you, there are bursts of boiling and noise from the gloomy underground gladiatorial arena, the flames burning on the horn pillars beat in the earth-shattering shouts and cheers, dozens or hundreds of crazy citizens and gladiatorial lovers are crowded around the gladiatorial arena, and on the patio stone slab in the middle of the gladiatorial arena, two "gladiators" are fighting.

Most of these so-called "gladiators" were young and strong slaves and prisoners of war who were sacrificed by their slave owners for people to seek excitement. Of course, there are also quite a few freelance mercenaries and rangers who make a living from weapons here.

Seeing that a "gladiator" was knocked to the ground and blood was constantly gushing from the mouth, the screams of the surrounding crowd watching the battle were even more violent, and the side that gained the advantage was shocked by the screams and shouts of the crowd to the point of blood and brain expansion, took a few steps back, rushed towards the guy lying on the ground a few steps, and then got up and bent his elbow and smashed it at the guy who was spurting blood on the ground, and his elbow smashed the throat of the guy on the ground, and the poor guy on the ground twitched and struggled for a while before he was motionless......

"Haha, our warrior Joel has won, congratulations to the old man who bet on Joel, you have made a lot of money again." A short, stocky, ugly man with a numb-toothed face jumped into the patio clearing and raised the right hand of the "gladiator" who had just killed.

There was a cheer from the crowd, and several gladiatorial guards came up to drag away the bloodied corpses on the ground.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next one to appear is the warrior Jafar from the distant holy land of Homs, the page hammer in his hand has smashed six heads, today the warrior Jafar will single out three strong men, bet on one to three......" The short and fat ugly man walked back and forth in the field and shouted.

At this moment, a stout, thick-bearded, black-haired guy slowly walked from the gloomy corner to the middle of the gladiatorial arena with a page hammer on his upper body.

Pacing to the gladiatorial arena, the guy glanced at the crowd with sunken eyes, and pulled a cross from his neck with his left hand and raised it high.

Jafar was followed by three large men armed with hammer axes.

"Jafar! Jafar!! The short and fat ugly man raised his arms and shouted to stir up the atmosphere.

"Jafar!!"

"Jafar !!"

There were bursts of cheers from the crowd, and it was clear that this "gladiator" named Jafar was not low.

"What are you waiting for if you want to make money!! Hurry up and place your bets. The short and fat ugly man took advantage of the excitement of the crowd and hurried to make everyone bet.

The crowd watching the battle paid their respects to the "outstanding" warrior Jafar tóuzhù......

Art looked away from the gladiator and looked around the separate box on the second floor of the arena, hoping to see the head of the guild in the seats reserved for the magnates.

Art turned his gaze to Kennem, who shook his head, "My lord, he may be there in a while." ”

"Okay, then we'll wait a while."

"You'll have to wait anyway, do you want to make a bet too? Ron, you bet on that guy for me. As he spoke, he took out his purse and took out six small silver coins and handed them to Ron.

Ron and Felix, who were the most lively, also took out a few silver coins and squeezed into the crowd to bet on the warrior Jafar.

"Sarter, you two aren't going to try your luck? I think that guy is very strong. ”

Salter and Kennem looked at each other and smiled, "My lord, we are not interested in this kind of bloody gladiatorial fight."

"Alright, you go to the door and keep an eye on the leader, and then call me when he arrives."

The fight in the gladiatorial arena had begun, and Art followed Ron and the others into the crowd.

The fights in the gladiatorial arena are bloody, but they are really exciting.

Most of the people who survived in gladiatorial fighting were strong and powerful men, whether they were defeated and captured warriors or mercenaries who relied on swords for food, and the group fights between the rogue ruffians were like wild dogs biting each other compared to these gladiators. That's why the fight between them attracts these blood-seeking thrill seekers screaming and pulling out their coins.

"Master, I think we won the triple bet, that guy must have come out of the army, you see almost every move he makes is fatal."

Yat looked at Jafar, who was battling three opponents in the ring, and in a few rounds he had successfully knocked down a strong man with a broad axe.

Just when everyone cheered and thought the victory was decided, the unexpected happened.

The page hammer that Jafar had smashed into his opponent suddenly snapped, and before he could react, another opponent had already picked up the hammer and smashed it into his head.

One dodged sideways, his opponent's hammer smashed into the air, and then took a few steps back to get a few steps away from the other two.

"Weapons, hands and feet." Jafar yelled in broken Burgundian to the steward who was presiding over the gladiatorial fight outside the arena.

Jafar knew someone must have done something to his hammer, otherwise the weapon that had been with him for years would not have broken so easily.

"Weapons - there is a problem - change!" Jafar looked at the steward outside the venue and yelled again.

The two brawny men opposite Jafar glanced at the gladiator steward with an inquiring gaze, for it was customary for gladiators to demand that their weapons be replaced if they were accidentally destroyed.

The steward of the gladiatorial arena looked like nothing had happened, and said, "This is a normal weapon battle damage, and the gladiatorial fight continues!"

Apparently another conspiracy that is not too big or small.

The two strong men acquiesced, looked at each other and smiled, dragging their sledgehammers around the unarmed Jafar.

Jafar was not good, and he and his two opponents retreated step by step to the corner where Yat was standing.

"It's not fair!" Felix yelled.

"yes, that's not fair!!" Ron chimed in with Felix.

"It's not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair! "Protests rang out from the crowd.

The gladiator steward paid no heed to the protests in the crowd, and it seemed that he had made the bet of the spectators.

Instead of heathing the crowd, Art sideways unleashed a war hammer from Ron's waist and threw it directly at Jafar's side.

Jafar turned his head to look at Art behind him, leaned over to pick up the warhammer on the ground, and rushed towards the two opponents with a sneer...... 11

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Chapter 151: Jafar the Gladiator