Pande, 31 December 353, Janos. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people of the empire never knew how the word "cold" was really written. That's what every Raven Siton merchant who has traveled thousands of miles into the Empire will say. The country, known for its disciplined phalanx of legions, not only inherited the political structure of the Cubax Empire, but also the hot monsoon winds that blew from the continent of Bacchus. Janos, who had just been washed by the rainstorm, was still steaming with irritating heat.

Esher Barandok is also irritable, and a young man who has just turned eighteen can be irritable for many reasons, such as being irritable for being nameless, for being irritable for idleness, for being irritable for being deeply in love...... But Estheu's irritability was not of any kind. Because this year's annual festival was decided to be held in the gladiatorial arena of Janos - God pity! Eighteen years of the New Year's sacrifice has been tumbling back and forth like a ball in Sez and Issos, how can this year it fall on the head of Janos with great mercy? Essho didn't think it was a good thing—it meant that he would be in the gladiatorial arena tonight, not his cell, so that he wouldn't have time to translate the last ghost drawing, and the old drunkard would be going to press his head into the bad and cloudy wine again, and Essho was even more irritated at the thought of this—where did he get all this wine!

Yes, our Esher Barandok was a death row inmate in the Janos Colosseum, held for ten years. He hadn't even appeared in the gladiatorial arena once in ten years, and he had been hidden in the snow like a sharp blade. And Esher does have the value of being hidden, this young man does not have an amazing burly figure, on the contrary, he is tall, well-proportioned, and his eyes are not the kind of ferocity that smells of blood, but quiet and melancholy. Estheu was more like a bard walking in the wilderness than a would-be gladiator. But when he looked down in contemplation, and the muscles of his whole body tensed unconsciously, anyone would feel that it was a bronze rock.

At this time, someone kicked Rock's ass, and before Eshu could react, the next second his eyes were black, and the yellowed liquid suddenly flooded his head. Eshua choked on a sip of his bitter wine and struggled in exasperation, but someone behind him slammed his head down, and no matter how much he kicked and kicked, the hand pressed his head firmly into the jar.

"Whoa" Ai Xiu, who was about to suffocate, crushed the jar with both hands, and the wine splashed along with the broken tiles. The man behind him cried out in pain and let go of Eshyu, and the hound flew out, sticking out his tongue in mid-air to lick the liquor. Willing to let go of this opportunity for revenge, he flew up and kicked the man's ass, and the drunken man flew out at once, watching the liquor fall on the hot sand, and disappear in an instant.

"Little rabbit, you're getting a lot of ability." The man stood up scolding, "Do you know how much effort Lao Tzu spent on this jar of wine?" Huh? The man's eyes lit up, and he saw the wooden basin at Eshy's feet, which contained fresh meat that had not yet had time to feed the beasts. Then take this as compensation! As he spoke, he pulled a large piece of raw beef and chewed it vigorously. Eshu watched coldly as the large amount of raw beef disappeared into the man's dense beard, and said lightly: "It is coated with a potion that can stimulate wild beasts, and the effect on humans is equivalent to a laxative."

The man's expression froze, and both he and Esher heard their bowels, and large beads of sweat flowed down the man's head, and he screamed miserably, and sprinted to the nearest corner, and after a while, the stench of the sky floated out, and the man's hearty humming.

Eshua covered his nose and had the heart to rush over and give the old drunkard a kick, but after weighing it, he gave up the tempting idea. He lifted the basin, threw the piece of meat into the pens, and walked away.

Suddenly, the man shook his head and came out of the corner, leaning against the edge of the pens, watching Eshy's back playfully. Ten years ago, he saved the child of the down-and-out Pander nobleman by accident, who knew that he was left alone by old Barandukto in a daze--didn't he really believe in the nonsense of the old madman Madigan? But the previous emperor seemed to really believe it, otherwise he wouldn't have trouble getting along with a little nobleman, and he also sent a shadow detachment. "In the year 354 of Pande, the prophecy came true?" The man covered in the smell of alcohol raised his head, looked at the white sky of Janos, and muttered to himself.

The man returned to his cell and found him frowning, staring at the mottled wall. The man glanced at it cursoryly and sneered, "Do you really expect to translate it before the New Year's festival begins?"

Eshua didn't speak, he struggled to discern the intricate patterns on the walls, figuring out the meaning according to what the man had taught. These ghost symbols will have different meanings even if they are written horizontally. Two identical figures, the handwriting trend is slightly different, and the translation is very different. When he first came into contact, Esher was not often pressed into the wine jar because of translation errors. However, he was now able to read and write some basic characters relatively well, but it was not enough for him to translate all the ghost glyphs on this wall into Pande. But how much can be turned, Essho thought.

But Estheu's "how much" was actually very little, and his fingers slid over a line, and just thinking about what this direction meant, he found that the line was peeling off. Before Eshu could even feel heartache, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves rolled overhead, as the ceiling shook and the walls began to peel off in large areas. Estheu watched as the lines fluttered in front of him like fallen leaves. He cried out in pain, but was drowned out by the cheers that were as high as the tide above.

The New Year's Festival has begun.

The New Year Festival is a festival of great significance for the people of the Empire. In the teachings of the Goddess of Creation Sect, the goddess spent three hundred and sixty-five days creating the world, and on the three hundred and sixty-fifth day, people ran around the earth and laughed, exposing their earthy chests. Since the Creation Goddess Cult banned the Snake Worship Cult and received the strong support of the Empire, the New Year Festival has never ended, and the whole country will enter a week-long endless carnival. Even if the four kingdoms announced together on this day, the reappearance of the Snake Worship Cult army and the Dread Legion, it would not be able to disturb this annual festival.

Eshu listened to the frenzied cheers of the people above his head and sighed softly. Naturally, he likes to be lively, but it doesn't seem to favor the class to which he belongs. What is even more tragic is that death row prisoners like him, who are more precarious than untouchables, can only be reduced to the auxiliary material of the excitement. "Our blood flows on the earth / mingling with the beasts / People cheer for our death / Jackals and tigers shine in their eyes." "I've had enough," said Estheu. ”

A jar of wine smashed over his head and face, and Ai Xiu was caught off guard and fell to the ground. It wasn't the first time he had felt a man's strength with his body, and he even suspected that the world-famous Livingston first-class beast was probably no worse than a chick in front of a man who was often drunk. But the intensity of the blow was still beyond Esthe's expectations, and the blow almost knocked his soul out of his body. When Eshu staggered to his feet with his head on his feet, the wine jar struck again. However, this time Eshua was prepared, dodging a back-jump, and at the same time returning the kick.

After being beaten for ten years, in addition to finding out the man's freewheeling personality with a very drunkard style, he also understood that the man in front of him just had brute strength, and his combat skills were really not flattering. But ironically, men are giants of theory in this regard. It was in this humble cell that he taught Eshur Winston the art of archery, the throwing skills of the Fieldsway warriors, the unparalleled horse fighting of the Sarion knights, and the nimble bow horses of the Dasya. Oh? What the? What about the Empire's combat skills? It's one of the men's favorite drunken jokes, along with Livingston's infantry and Fieldsway's archers. Even though Essho emphasized more than once that the combat skills of the soldiers trained by the Goddess of Creation Order were extraordinary, the man only burped and said, "Where were those little dolls when Lao Tzu was crisscrossing Pande?" "I just coped with it.

The man took the kick hard, and at the same time swung the jar again, smashing Eshy to the ground. "A baby who hasn't been in the gladiatorial arena, and I'm embarrassed to say that you've had enough?" The man lifted the seal and drank bitterly. When he lowered the jar, Eshu was surprised to see that the man's eyes, which had been clouded for ten years, were brighter than ever, like a lion's eye.

"Go to the Colosseum, and we'll kill you!" The man said loudly, like thunder.