Master, throw out ten small silver coins and get back forty, if we can make money like this, we can simply open an underground gladiatorial arena. Eighty-Eight Reading, .2√3.¢o" Ron tinkled as he picked up a handful of silver coins he had received from the Colosseum steward.

Art ignored Ron and Felix's "spoils" in front of them, and looked at the gladiator from the foreign land who was walking towards him with a war hammer.

"What do you want to do!!" Spotting someone approaching with a weapon, Ron stood in the way of Art.

Art pushed Ron away and said with a smile, "He's here to return the weapon."

Sure enough, the gladiator walked up to the men, holding the hammer in both hands.

"Your Excellency, my name is Jafar, as you ~ see, a stranger who lives by weapons~."

The gladiator spoke Burgundian with a thick foreign accent.

Art motioned for Ron to step forward and take the hammer, and replied, "My name is Atwood Wells, and like you, I'm a stranger who relies on weapons for food. Looking at you, I guess you're from the Holy Land? ”

Jafar also looked Yat up and down, and instinctively took a small step back when he saw the cross mark on the tail bead of the hilt of Yat's waist, "You-are-Knight of the Order?" ”

Art was stunned for a moment, patted the knight's sword at his waist, and replied with a smile, "That's its former owner."

Jafar relaxed a little and said, "Thank you~you, Yate~Your Excellency, but ~you gave~ my weapon, and I'll let you win." Pull~ flat. ”

Art turned his head to look at the bulging money bag in Ron's hand, nodded and said, "Yes, you don't owe me."

"May the Lord bless you! I've got to go ~ find the ~ bastard who wants to hurt me. Jafar bowed slightly to Yate, then turned back and walked towards the inside of the Colosseum, where he was sure to seek revenge from the Colosseum steward.

As soon as he stepped into the shadows, Jafar saw five black-clad strangers with murderous weapons approaching the center of the arena.

"What are a bunch of lifekillers doing here?" Jafar, who lives in a dark corner all year round, is no stranger to these people who make a living by taking people's lives, and he used to kill people for a living like them.

Jafar just thought about it, he didn't find it strange that he had seen enough of such things.

At the moment when he passed by Jafar, the man in black led by him suddenly lifted his cloak and pointed a wound arm crossbow from his waist at Yat, who was watching from the side of the gladiatorial arena......

"Whoosh~~~" A tiny crossbow bolt coated with poison flew straight towards Art's head from more than twenty paces away.

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Art watched Jafar's figure disappear into the shadows, turned to Ron and Felix and asked, "How is it, is the money divided?" What about my share? ”

Ron quickly grabbed more than two dozen small silver coins and put them in the money bag and handed them to Art, who reached out and took them into the money bag and accidentally missed a silver coin, which fell to the ground with a clang.

Just as Art bent down to pick up the silver coin, "Bang! "Whoosh~" "Poof" three times, and the arrow flew against his scalp and got into the throat of a man behind him.

Before the blow could be achieved, the four black-clothed men beside the crossbow wielder had already drawn their single-edged short knives hidden in their cuffs and hurried towards Art.

Twenty paces away, before Art could realize that the target of the man in black was himself, he turned his head and looked at the man behind him who was pierced in the neck and fell to the ground and twitched, and was about to lean over to take a look, but he glanced at four guys in black cloaks who were rushing towards him.

"Dangerous!" Instinctively, Art shouted at Ron Felix and the others, and then drew the knight's sword.

The four men in black ignored Ron and Felix and stabbed Art with their short knives.

Before the long sword at his waist could be unsheathed, a sharp blade was about to stab his body, and Art held the hilt of the sword and stepped back, knocking down a man behind him who was looking at the guy who had been hit by the arrow on the ground, and several people around him hurriedly took a few steps back to reveal a clearing.

Drawing his sword to block, Yate dodged two short knives that were close to his henchmen, and kicked the third sharp blade that stabbed him, and the fourth man in black had already rushed to the front, and the four people began to surround Yat.

At this time, Ron and Felix also reacted and drew their weapons to support Art.

With the support of Ron and Felix, the pressure on Art's flanks and rear flanks suddenly decreased, and he relied on a knight's sword to maneuver with the four men in black.

"Tuk!" "Whoosh~" A crossbow bolt left the string again.

"Crossbow Bolt !!" Art crouched down at the sound, but the bolt flew towards Ron, who had no time to dodge behind him.

Ron raised his hand to block, and the bolt pierced his left arm......

The crowd around the arena scattered and fled, and Salter and Kenneim, who were standing at the entrance of the arena waiting for the head of the guild, thought that the gladiators were fighting frantically, and only after the crowd dispersed did they realize that their own people were being surrounded and killed by a group of men in black.

Salter reacted quickly, he rushed to the entrance of the gladiatorial arena in a few steps and shouted to the two guards guarding the door: "Quick, there are people inside who want to kill my family." ”

When the two guards heard this, they hurriedly picked up their weapons and walked down the stone stairs, and when they had just descended to the bottom of the stairs, the steward of the gladiatorial arena stepped forward to give the two guards a look, and the two guards stopped and walked behind the steward.

"You, why don't you go and save people?!!" Salter yelled at the Colosseum steward.

"We never meddle in disputes between our guests, that's our principle." The colosseum steward had a wicked smile on his face.

In a hurry, Salter stepped forward and snatched the broad axe from the guard's hand, and turned around to rush forward to help the few people who were besieged and killed.

Kenneim grabbed Salter, who was about to go up desperately, "What are you doing?" ”

"What are you doing, go up and help, they can't hold it anymore."

"What's the use of you going up? You can only mess with them. ”

"You let me go, am I just looking at it?" Salter said as he pushed Kenneim's hand away.

Kennem tugged at Salter's clothes, turned his head and yelled at the steward of the arena, "The nobleman who was besieged is the illegitimate son of Bishop Orlov, and if he dies in your place, I promise that the Bishop will send you all to the gallows." ”

The steward of the Colosseum listened to this, glanced at Kenem, and then at the Yates who were besieged, and hesitated......

In the center of the gladiatorial arena, Art's arm had been cut open by the man in black, and blood kept flowing out. These black-clothed killers are obviously aimed at Art, biting Yat from the beginning and not letting go, despite the desperate cover of Ron and Felix, but Yat is still surrounded by four black-clothed killers in the middle, Felix held a broadsword and tried to break through the encirclement to rescue Art, and Ron's arm was more and more numb and heavy, until his eyes were black and he collapsed to the ground......

More than 20 steps away, the guy holding the arm crossbow once again put the poisoned crossbow arrow into the arrow slot, aiming at Yate in the middle of the four black-clothed people, and the index finger of his right hand was placed on the suspension and pressed gently, and the suspension was pulled little by little......

"Bang!"

There was a loud crack of a hammer, and the finger that pressed the suspension was released.

Jafar shifted the nail-headed stick to his left hand, picked up the crossbow that had fallen to the ground with his right hand, and drove an arrow into the back of a man in black. The man in black felt a sharp pain in his back, his face twisted and he turned his head to look, only to see that a thick rod covered with iron nails had been smashed head-on......

With Jafar's help, the pressure on Yat suddenly subsided, and Ron had collapsed, but Felix was still struggling to hold on.

Three against four, the man in black who couldn't hit it lost the opportunity, and now he lost the numerical advantage, and was soon beaten back again and again.

Just as Art was about to repel the man in black, several guards from the colosseum rushed up to help Art completely repel the man in black who came to assassinate him, and the man in black pulled a wounded accomplice from retreating into the darkness of the colosseum, leaving only two cold corpses with hammered heads in the arena......

"Felix, don't chase after me, watch around. I'm going to save Ron, the bolts are poisonous. Ignoring the bleeding wounds on his body, Art leaned over and half-lifted Ron to tear his clothes, revealing the arrow wounds that had begun to turn purple.

"Kenneim, there's a doctor's office around here?"

"My lord, only in the city there is a medical workshop, in the north of the city. Then there was the monastery where there was a holy hospital for the treatment of the wounded. ”

"Forget about the Holy Medical Center, let's go to the Chengbei Medical Workshop."

"Salter, hurry up and find a carriage outside."

Salter quickly got up and ran outside.

"It's too late, we have to deal with it first." Art asked Kennem to hold Ron, then pulled out his waist bǐshǒu and cut off the tail of the arrow, his left hand pressed his arm, his right hand pinched the pierced arrow and pulled it violently, and the crossbow arrow was pulled out along the wound.

"Brother Jafar, help me get a torch." Jafar got up and ran to the stone pillar to take down a burning torch.

Yate put the bǐshǒu on the flame and roasted it for a while, and after the bǐshǒu knife tip was reddish, Art stuffed the torn rag into Ron's mouth, then broke open the wound on Ron's arm, and used the red-hot bǐshǒu to rip off the purple-black rotten flesh.

"Woo~~~~"

Ron, who was unconscious from the arrow, was awakened by the pain, and Kenem held Ron, who was struggling in severe pain.

"Hold back, all the rotten flesh must be ripped off, or your arm will be useless." Art was sweating profusely and ripping off the poisoned minced flesh little by little, while letting Ron endure as much as he could.

After stripping off the rotten flesh, Art took out the herbal powder he was carrying with him and applied it to the wound, then cut off the sleeve of his cotton cloth and bandaged the wound tightly to stop the bleeding.

"Why hasn't the carriage arrived yet?" Art looked at the unconscious and pale Ron and asked anxiously.

"Don't wait, Felix on Ron's back, let's rush to the city."

Felix tucked his broadsword into its scabbard, bent over and picked up Ron and walked out.

"Lord Art, you need to stop the bleeding too." Jafar watched as the wounds on Yat's body were still dripping blood.

"I'm fine, I can't die. Brother Jafar, if you are willing to escort us until we are safe, this purse is yours. Art said as he picked up the money bag on the ground and tossed it to Jafar.

Jafar flipped his purse and returned it to Art, "I'll give it back to you if you survive." ”

Then Jafar glared at the steward of the gladiatorial arena standing next to him, and said fiercely, "You—wait." With that, he followed Art out of the gladiatorial arena. 11

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Chapter 152: Assassination