Charles squeezed through the crowd in the aisles, drawing a burst of whispered scolding from the men who had become enthusiastic from the game. But he couldn't care about being angry at the foul language at this point, and he had to find the man before he left.

Charles didn't know why he thought the way he did, but the sudden impulse made him feel like he couldn't help himself, and his instincts told him that if he found that man, he would be a lifelong helper!

Just as Charles was about to reach the end of the aisle, a man in leather armor stopped Charles' way, he spat the ground, and said proudly, "Citizen, the front is not a place for you to go!" ”

Charles's face was cold, and the man's rudeness greatly angered him, and he slapped the soldier in the face without saying a word, and said word by word in his stunned and inexplicable eyes: "Listen, despicable fellow, I am the viscount of the Caladan Empire, if you still want to live, quickly remove your dirty ass and roll aside." While I'm in a good mood right now, why don't you hurry up? ”

The soldier obviously didn't expect that he had run into a hard stubble, and he was only blocking here to quietly extort a small amount of money from ordinary citizens. Hearing Charles's scolding, he quickly ran away without looking back as if he was holding his tail.

Charles didn't bother to pay attention to such a person, he hurriedly jumped down the stone steps and ran towards the lounge behind.

Two guards on duty at the door stopped Charles in a hurry, and before Charles could open his mouth to ask, an officer walked out of the lounge. He glanced at Charles coldly, and said with a hesitant expression: "Hello, sir, may I ask what you are doing?" ”

Charles didn't understand where he had offended this man, so much so that he treated himself so coldly. So he had no choice but to think that this man was just like that.

Just as Charles was about to explain further, the officer suddenly interrupted Charles with a sneer: "But whatever you want to do here, it has nothing to do with me. I'm just very curious, why did you hit my soldiers!"

Charles finally understood that this man was coming for him. Charles suddenly showed a big smile, a smile that was so hot that it melted away the ice and snow.

In a tone of intonation (a strange tone he was accustomed to using), he said word for word: "I'm sorry sir, but I deeply regret that something like that happened. But for the sake of my noble dignity, I have to teach him a lesson, and I guess you don't want to see the news of a soldier openly insulting a nobleman reach the ears of your lordship, do you? ”

Despite the officer's extreme concealment, Charles noticed a spasm on the officer's face. He lowered his head, as if begging for Charles' forgiveness, but in fact he hid his eyes that burned with hatred.

Charles narrowed his eyes, and he said lightly, "Now, honorable, sir, may I go over?" ”

The man's voice like a mosquito slowly reached Charles's ears:

"Of course, my lord!"

Despite the low nature of his voice, Charles noticed that the man had deliberately put the emphasis on the word "adult."

Charles still seemed to be very kind, he smiled and nodded at the man, pushed open the door of the lounge and slowly walked in.

There were a lot of people in the lounge, most of them still in a dizzy state at the moment, but a few of them had already woken up, and they sat silently on the long wooden chairs, not knowing what they were thinking.

Several surgeons were scrambling around them to check on their bodies, and despite the seemingly safe nature of the athletics, there were still people dying every year from internal bleeding from injuries sustained in the arena.

Charles carefully avoided the unknown drugs piled up on the ground, and slowly walked towards the big man with the sword. The man had also woken up at this moment, and was slowly recovering his muscles and bones.

Luzius is now in his Chinese New Year's Eve, and he was born with a tall and burly figure. A strong chest, broad shoulders, and muscular arms and legs all speak to the tremendous energy contained in his body. The thick reddish-brown curls on his forehead indicate that he is of Swadian descent, and underneath his hair is a resolute, energetic black face. His bright blue eyes contain an unparalleled passion.

Charles adjusted his aura, which had become a little disturbed by his trot, and walked slowly to the man's side, and he bent down very politely, and said in a warm but restrained tone: 'Sir, I have seen your performance, you are indeed a venerable swordsman!' ”

Luzius looked back at the strange young man in front of him, he swore he had never seen this man, and he didn't know who Charles was, but he still saw from Charles' deliberate actions that Charles was a nobleman, and he came with good intentions. So, he replied respectfully, "Thank you for your appreciation, my lord, for I have lost in spite of your mistaken love." ”

Charles said with a serious face: "No, that's not your fault, if you are given a real sword, I'm afraid no one on the field will be your opponent!" ”

When Luzius heard this, he couldn't help but have a proud and proud look on his face, but then it darkened again.

"But it's useless, no matter how nice I say, I still lost the game, and no one cares about a loser's boasting."

Charles didn't know how to comfort anyone, especially if the man was just a stranger. But Lucius soon adjusted himself, and he looked at Charles apologetically, and said with some embarrassment, 'I'm sorry sir, for making you laugh.' “

Charles smiled and held out his hand: "A true warrior deserves the admiration of the people!" I'm Charles, and it's a pleasure to meet you! “

Lucius glanced at the white hand in front of him in surprise, and held it without hesitation after only a moment.

"Nice to meet you, my friend! My name is Lucius, and I'm a Swadia! “