When Belen got the news from Verni, he subconsciously clenched his fists, inexplicably angry.

When Belen returned, he told Latil the news, and the cat, who had been smiling, was now looking sluggish, and at last, turned into resentment.

"Why do you want to fight again?!"

The warden named Heglen clearly had compassion for Illya, but why...

Latil didn't understand, and neither did Belen, that as a prison warden, the right to start a small stove was completely workable.

Perhaps, only Heglen himself knows what is going on.

"So, are you going?"

Leia on the side asked this question.

Today's Belén and the others have a different stance from the first time they went to see Illya's gladiatorial fight.

At this moment, Belen and Latil have already made contact with Illya, and they themselves can't accept to watch Illya fight with people in peace.

What's the difference between this and those who want to watch the show?

"Go!"

Ratil decided, she felt that no matter what, she could not escape the child, and she could not rest assured that the child would not be relieved.

"Then go."

Belen nodded, respecting Lattier's choice, and at the same time, he wanted to know something.

Seeing that the two of them have made a decision, Leia is happy, but at the same time worried.

The two of them may not realize that they have a heart for the child.

That's good, but it comes with dangers.

Because of this incident, the whole day was very dull, and Belen and Latil were both preoccupied and a little heavy.

The time of day is fleeting in the blink of an eye.

The news that the "witch" was about to appear again naturally spread, and this time, more people came.

Belén and the others arrived at the Sattar Arena with Latir, but this time, they did not follow Verni's VIP seat.

"Illya..."

Rattier's hand gripped the railing tightly, her lips pursed, and her eyes were full of reluctance.

Except for Latier and others, the tourists and audiences who come here are simple-minded, purely with the intention of watching the play.

This is not the state of the world, but the normal state of people.

It's noon, and when the sun is high, it's just the right time to warm up for the cold season.

However, the arena was a bleak place, a battlefield stained with blood.

On a tall tower, a middle-aged man with half-white hair was standing there, his thin body giving people the feeling of standing.

The middle-aged man was none other than Hatgren, the warden of Sattar Prison, his dark eyes staring at the gladiatorial arena below.

"My lord, it's cold, put on this."

A servant in the rear draped his cloak over Hägren's shoulders.

Hygren tilted his head and nodded at Hu Cong, then looked again at the arena below.

Click.

The big iron door opened, and a petite figure walked out of it, the silver-haired little girl had a delicate face, like a porcelain doll carved in pink and jade, wearing a somewhat dirty white dress, with two little feet bare, and she was not afraid of stepping on the pain.

"Illya..."

Latir pursed her lips tightly, her face gloomy, and she couldn't wait to go down and hug the thin figure.

Seeing this silver-haired girl appear, the noise outside the arena became louder and louder.

"Hehe, is this the "witch"? It's a beautiful hair color. ”

A very surprising voice sounded, which shook Hägren's heart, and even those servants tensed up.

Heglen turned, his gaze locked on a man who was slowly approaching for a moment.

It was a man in his thirties, dressed in fine clothes, with a knight's sword at his waist and a warm smile on his face.

"Rodrigo."

Hegelen said the other man's name, and there was undisguised disgust in his deep eyes.

"Hegelen, the main purpose of my visit, I think you should know, is to take away the Witch."

The man named Rodrigo smiled and walked over to Häglen, his eyes falling on the silver-haired girl in the gladiatorial arena.

Listening to Rodrigo's words, Hegelen did not speak, but clenched his fists.

"I'm curious, why do you keep delaying the witch leaving, huh? Explain? ”

Rodrigpi looked at Hygren with a non-smiling smile, with an interrogation meaning.

"With her, she can create huge benefits for Yarusal."

Hegelen replied calmly.

"Huh? This reason is very reasonable, such a famous character is indeed very useful. ”

Rodrigo smiled and nodded, but then, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a smile rather than a smile.

"But when you say that, I don't believe it, and as for why you keep procrastinating, although you don't want to think in one direction, you have to admit that the possibilities have expanded to the point where you have to admit it."

"You care a lot about that child, if my guess is correct, it's because of the child you once died, right?"

Rodrigo's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous cold light burst out.

"You know a lot about me."

Hägelen frowned too, he didn't want to mention his daughter to someone he hated.

"Hehe, we've known each other for more than ten years, shouldn't it be strange to know each other?"

Rodrigo didn't mind the subtle sarcasm in Hegelen's words, still smiling.

"I don't know much about you."

Hegelen said coldly, to put it bluntly, I'm not interested in you at all.

"It's really thin, I'm really hot and cold."

Rodrigo, who fully understood the meaning of the words, also put away his smile, and he looked at Illya below, very interested.

"I haven't seen the strength of the 'witch' yet, but this time, I should be able to see enough."

Hearing Rodrigo's words, Heyglen's brow furrowed, and he had a bad feeling in his heart, and at this moment, the sound of a second door opening sounded in his ears.

Click.

The big iron door opened, and a figure stepped out of it, and the opponent of the hundredth battle was not the fanged monster that most people thought.

That's a person!

It was a sloppy man with iron rings around his limbs, his hair was scattered, and he couldn't see his true face at all.

"That's..."

Everyone was stunned, they didn't expect the opponent of a hundred battles to be such a character.

"What's going on?!"

Hegelen's face also changed, he obviously arranged the opponent was not like this, he wanted to make Illya easier.

"This is one of the prisoners I got out of the deep prison, well, you could call him a madman, you should have heard of it, right?"

Rodrigo also laughed when he saw that Hegelen's face had changed.

"You!"

As soon as he thought about it, he knew the culprit, and Hägren's face was also gloomy, his fists clenched, and green tendons appeared.

Immediately afterward, Heglen looked at the scruffy prisoner below, his eyes full of fear.

A "madman" inmate in a deep-sea prison.

Heglen looked at the silver-haired girl again, her eyes full of melancholy.

"Illya..."