"You mean that the butcher's son and the new commander-in-chief of the Far East are on the same page?" Angelo. Bevin couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, my lord! The date of the deathmatch between the two will be announced soon, and the Far East has now spread all over the country! ”

Klaus couldn't help but sigh at his luck, he came out of the Bicester Mountains and fished out a big secret, and then he heard the news of Morey and Bradley's deathmatch, and he didn't need to go home to confirm it.

He can make up a paragraph in his own brain, Morey was assassinated in an attempt, caught the real murderer behind the scenes, and then came to the door to fight to the death.

So he hurried back and told his master the good news.

"Haha, Lady Luck is finally on our side this time, and you've done a good job, Klaus!" Angelo laughed.

Then he pointed to the servant and excitedly ordered: "Go, call General Avid over, and say that there is something important to discuss!" ”

......

The Wangdu witness team, which has hundreds of people, only spent a day to count all the property of both sides, which is worthy of a professional team that is used to deathmatch work, which is highly efficient.

On the balance of wealth, the waiter gently placed the two volumes of magic parchment scrolls, which seemed to be a little bloated because they recorded the wealth of both sides, on the trays on both sides.

Suddenly, a burst of golden magical energy poured into the sheepskin scroll from the support under the tray, and a few grains of golden sand appeared in the reel tray for each part of the erosion, and when a pile of golden sand appeared in the tray, the parchment scroll was completely lost.

After the initial vacillation, and finally the balance of wealth on the left and right, both Morey and Bradley looked at each other with a look of surprise.

Morey naturally knew how much wealth he had accumulated in a short period of time by looting treasure ships, the proceeds of the Emerald City, looting towns, and the dazzling magic props that ordinary barons could not accumulate for generations, how did this guy who was said to be born poor and had to rely on his wife to obtain nobility accumulate so much wealth in such a short period of time?

Bradley was also shocked at the moment, he was the best at all-or-nothing gambling, how many times he had gone through the danger of being ruined and ruined to get his current net worth, and even in order to give him a head start in the wealth evaluation this time (giving priority to choosing the battle position), the Purdu family also lent him 150,000 gold coins, which made his entire net worth infinitely close to 2 million gold coins, but he didn't suppress the kid opposite, didn't he just say that he was just an abandoned son abandoned by the family?

"Now I reaffirm in the name of my lord the noble goddess, Morey. Fayster, Bradley. Poolo, are you volunteering to fight to the death in a solo ring? Count Arlo, from the royal capital, asked both sides again.

"Yes!" Morey and Bradley spoke at the same time.

Compared to Morey, Bradley appears to have no choice.

Although he now nominally commands two legions of the Far Eastern Army, a huge army of 20,000 people, these are not his personal soldiers, so naturally they cannot appear on the battlefield of a death match.

Thinking of the regular troops of 2,000 people in Red Leaf City (1,000 city guards and 1,000 militiamen) and the more elite saber guards with no less than 1,000 people, this huge military strength comparable to that of a military count is naturally not comparable to an honorary baron like Bradley who relies on gold coin bribes and welcomes horses.

A solo ring duel was Bradley's only option.

As for the location of the duel, the two men had almost no disagreement, and they all chose the Far Eastern Army camp.

Morey naturally did this for the sake of those Far Eastern Army soldiers who died unjustly, he hoped to be able to kill Bradley in the Far East Army camp and complete his consolation to them, and Bradley's only operating force in the Far East was here, so naturally he would not choose other places.

A huge ring, which reached fifty feet in length and width, was soon laid in the camp of the Far Eastern Army.

The thick logs and flat stone slabs are all made of local materials in the nearby Bicester Mountains, and a glance at the past can reveal the sharp burrs on the logs that have not yet been smoothed, and the rough bumps on the stone slabs that have not yet been polished and smooth, combined with the thick and heavy ropes like an adult's arm, it looks like an exotic and wild feeling.

Coupled with the neat queue, the armor is complete, and the Far Eastern Army with a strong flag is full of flags, and a solemn atmosphere is blowing in the face.

This made the adrenaline rush of the onlookers who came to watch the battle, and although the protagonists of both sides had not yet appeared, they could no longer suppress their excited emotions and screamed.

Although death match is a taboo for some people in aristocratic circles, it is a rare carnival for those families whose strength is much higher than that of the two sides of the fight, or who are already mortal enemies with one of them.

Coupled with the gimmick of "the first family in the Far East fighting against the nobles of the royal capital", it was easy to attract the onlookers of powerful people near the Far East, and even the gentlemen from the royal capital went to the Far East with the witness team of Count Arlo, saying that they were helping, but seeing their excited command servants to occupy the most advantageous observation position, it didn't look like they were here to do things.

"Isaac, who do you think among them will win?" Jacob took the wine from the servant, took a sip, and then moved back comfortably, placing his upper body on a comfortable cushion.

Isaac sitting next to Jacob at the moment. Haynes shrugged indifferently: "How do I know this?" I'm just here to see the fun, and by the way, I'm hiding from the in the royal capital who only know how to rub their breasts into my arms! ”

Looking at Isaac, who was pretending to be forked all the time, Jacob secretly scolded himself: "Isn't it just a good look? What to be proud of! ”

But Jacob continued: "Anyway, I like that guy Morey, I heard that he slaughtered a dragon!" ”

What a Bellman family with "a brain full of muscles", ignorant fools! It's just a rock dragon, what kind of dragon is it?!

Isaac said disdainfully in his heart, but his face was still calm and said: "I'm optimistic about Bradley, after all, the Puldu family is also a middle-sized family ranked among the nobles of the royal capital, they won't hide under this kind of death fight, these two days of hard work are enough for them to arm Bradley to the teeth!" Not to mention that Bradley is already a level 14 high-level warrior, and that Morey is just an intermediate mage! ”

Although mages have a much higher social status than melee professionals, when it comes to calculating personal strength, Bradley warriors who are a big rank higher have a clear advantage over Morey mages.

"Why don't we make a bet?" Jacob sat up straight, his eyes shining strangely.

"What bet?" Isaac was also excited when he heard this.

"I've got a box ticket for Ms. Cassie's revue, haven't you always wanted it? If Bradley wins this time, I'll give it to you right away! ”

Jacob dangled a pink ticket in front of Isaac's eyes with his middle and index fingers in his right hand, causing Isaac to quickly become short of breath.

"Say, what do you want?" Watching with hatred as Jacob put the tickets away again, Isaac asked in a somewhat unkind tone.

Ms. Cassie is a new courtesan in the royal capital during this time, and it is rare to practice dramas, whether it is a pure princess or a brave female knight, she plays it vividly, so this box ticket that is equivalent to becoming her guest is already hard to find in the royal capital, and someone has already shouted 50,000 gold coins to buy a box ticket before he came.

"Hehe, I know you have a new team of grayskin dwarves with muskets, if this Morey wins, you can give it to me!" Jacob finally reveals his true intentions.

"Deal!" Isaac gave Jacob a hard high-five.