Adams walked down the long street, carefully looking at the bulletin board full of people in front of him, two or three pieces of parchment glued to it, telling about some recent things to look out for, as well as some commissions and advertisements.

The young man's gaze swept over all the contents of the parchment, and finally looked with interest at a certain piece of parchment glued to the lower right of the bulletin board.

What catches your eye is a line of headings in bold bold lettering.

【Constance Arena welcomes you to enjoy the light】

He then looked under the text

[This Saturday, we have several exciting matches for you to enjoy, the last knight from the Kakuen family to face off against the Ice Snow Monster, can chivalry defeat the savage beasts......]

The crowd of onlookers let out a cry of admiration.

"It's amazing to dare to challenge the Ice Monster, our knights of the Kingdom of Bato are real men, and the knights of the William family next door are all sissies hiding behind the priest," a bushy bearded man shouted loudly, obviously prejudiced against the knights of the Suan Kingdom.

"That's it, if you want me to say that those rebels might as well go to fight the Suen Kingdom next door, if they can't do it, what do you think our infighting is? The other man chimed in.

Ignoring the clamor of the crowd, Adams shifted his gaze to the last line of small print.

If you are also a strong warrior and just need a little silver, please move to the Kate Street Constance Arena, we sincerely invite you to work with you. 】

It's coming, it's coming, and the opportunity to make money has come. Adams touched his chin and smiled brightly.

So Adams followed the map to what is known as Kate Street.

Adams was greeted by a fat man with a Chinese face, the fat man was wearing a brand new satin dress, and greeted Adams with a smile and sat on the sofa.

"Excuse me about your occupation and rank. ”

"Thief", Adams replied casually, he didn't dare to say that he was a necromancer, he had learned from Hilton that the necromancer had a reputation like shit in the past few days, and it would be really asking for trouble to tell others that he was a necromancer.

"What about the rank?" the fat man looked at the young man with a smile.

It's a great idea to advertise on a bulletin board, and business is coming so soon.

"Rank, what's that?" Adams scratched his head in embarrassment.

The fat man glanced at the young man in astonishment, as if to judge whether the young man was playing tricks on himself.

However, his professionalism made him hold back the dissatisfaction in his heart, "You haven't been to the thieves' union to register and evaluate your strength, do you have a professional badge?" ”

Oh no, it seems to be exposed, as a former noble child, Adams never knew about professional certification, or that there was no need for him to go with the commoners to beg for this food.

"Can you unleash your vindictive?", the fat man was a little depressed, and he dared to say that he was a thief without registering with the thieves' union?

Know that thieves are not thieves, as long as they know how to steal things. This profession specializes in concealment, assassination, and trap arrangement, and it also requires professional and systematic training.

"No, you can't. Adams's face was a little unbearable, as if the other party's demands were quite high.

The fat man sighed deeply, and reluctantly showed a professional smirk, "Then I will assess your strength as a trainee thief, and we will try our best to arrange an opponent with similar strength for you, this is a life and death situation, please sign." ”

The fat man reached out and pulled out a thin document from the table and put it in front of Adams, he didn't know what to say, and the young man across from him didn't seem to know the seriousness of the problem.

Forget it, the warrior being killed by slaves and monsters can actually attract a lot of attention, I just hope that the young man in front of him can hold on for a little longer, otherwise someone will trouble him again, saying that he has arranged a fake match.

He even had to sign a life and death certificate.

Adams picked up the agreement and began to review it carefully, and when he saw the insurance beneficiary who still needed to be filled in at the end, he couldn't help but sigh deeply that the gladiatorial industry had developed to such a point, and even insurance things appeared.

The Kingdom of Bato is indeed a fierce people, and the gladiatorial arena is expressly forbidden in the Kingdom of Suen.

Then he saw the sum insured, a Kim Langny.

It's too cheap, it's not worth it to give such a little money when you die. So Adams looked up and smiled wryly, "Do you have a lot of dead people here?"

The fat man was finally so sure that the young man across from him was here to make trouble, and his face fell.

"It's not a lot, but we don't guarantee the safety of the contestants, and participating in gladiatorial fights is inherently risky," he explained with the last patience. ”

"That bother, I'm not ready yet. ”

"Get out, you get me out", with a roar, the fat man finally broke out, he pointed at Adams angrily, two fat balls kept shaking in his chest, and a few bald men who looked like bodyguards behind him walked up and drove Adams out of the door.

......

It's hard to make money. Adams thought sullenly outside the ring.

He looked at the huge gold sign in front of him, and listened to the roars of beasts and the shouts of slaves coming from inside, and his heart was mixed.

Is there any way to get money quickly?

Just as he was meditating, a faint scent of flowers suddenly came from his nose, and he felt a lightness on his waist, and then a breeze swept past him.

A slender figure with a hood brushed past him and lunged towards the corner of the long street.

Adams didn't understand what was happening for a moment, and when he wiped his hand on his empty waist, he realized that his money bag was gone.

Damn, Lao Tzu's money bag was stolen.

He hurriedly spread his steps and chased after the comer, but the figure hidden under the cloak was like a swift ghost, and in a few crosses ran to the corner of the street, and then disappeared in a flash.

By the time Adams reached the corner, the cloaked man had lost his sight, and all he could see was the constant flow of people passing through the street.

Where did he go? How could the other party have evaporated from the world like this in just a few seconds, and what kind of conspiracy did the other party absolutely use. Adams' eyes widened as he scanned the flow of people on the street, refusing to let go of the slightest hint.

Jokes aside, this was all he and Hilton's belongings, and all the money they had left was in their purse strings, except for a few silver coins that had been allocated to Reina to buy groceries.

How can he explain this when he goes back?