When Cizer arrived in the infirmary, Diablo was lying on a plain white hospital bed, covered with needles, transparent needles spreading into the hanging basket above his head, so many bottles and jars that looked like some strange alchemical device.

Cizer had never seen such a weak Diablo, and in his impression, Diablo was always so energetic and energetic, with a vigor that anyone would envy.

At this time, Diablo was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, and his face was so pale that he could not see a trace of blood as if he were sleeping peacefully, which made Cezel's heart burst into anger.

Bang!

He slammed his fist into the wall, and a large hole was smashed into the wall, and Auston and Monet behind him tried to comfort him but didn't know where to start.

"Please be quiet, the patient needs to rest. ”

The nurse who was taking care of Diablo was probably used to seeing this kind of thing, and instead of being afraid in the slightest, she had a tendency to dare to Cizer and they went, but fortunately they were stopped by Alston.

"I'm sorry, sister nurse, why don't you ask the doctor?"

Alston immediately changed into a charming smile, as if he was using his charm to make the female nurse compromise.

It's just that this time his special ability to be invincible to women seems to have failed again, and the female nurse doesn't like him at all.

Auston's smile suddenly stiffened on his face, and he was neither crying nor laughing.

I don't know if he's been contaminated with something bad when he goes out these days, as if he's been running out of bad luck.

Just as Auston was embarrassed, a figure appeared in the small infirmary, blocking Cizer's view as soon as he appeared.

"Oh, it's you again? What's the matter? Who's hurt?"

The person who came was naturally the doctor of the gladiatorial arena, and he was also an acquaintance of Cizer!

That decadent middle-aged man!

Wimbledon Hector touched his stubble chin and looked at Cizer with interest, especially at his left hand.

There, a ring encrusted with a red gemstone was worn on Cezelle's middle finger, and the sharp-eyed Wimbledon could even see the majestic family totem.

Hehe...... It's fast!

With a little sigh, Wimbledon remembered his job and carefully examined Diablo on the hospital bed.

"Tut-tut, whose heavy hand is this?" said Wimbledon, for the wound on the exterior of the body could no longer be described as much.

There's no such thing as a good skin!

"Teach that female knight named Megan to do it. Cizer said coldly.

"She?n't she?" Wimbledon said in confusion, and he could see that he knew something about the knightess.

When Wimbledon touched Diablo's body, he finally knew his physical condition and sighed.

"I mean, this guy is masochistic, right?"

Cizer looked at Wimbledon with a look in his eyes that grew unkind, and a pair of fists clenched.

"Eh, don't get me wrong!

I'm not mocking or anything. Wimbledon hurriedly explained, "The wounds on this guy's body don't matter first, but the injuries in his body are all shocks." Moreover, his physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people, and injuries like this would have healed quickly. But he insisted on being strong and repeatedly destroying his body. He didn't want to get out of bed for a week. ”

Cizer thought of Diablo's frantic fighting style, and suddenly felt that this guy's injuries did seem to be a bit self-inflicted.

I can't beat people in the first place, so it's good to admit defeat! Why do you have to fight to this extent?

But Cizer asked himself, if he was on the field, he would not admit defeat so easily.

It's not that there's a problem with the perception of one's own strength, but it's too rare to be able to fight a combat meeting seriously. It's rare to have an opportunity like this that doesn't cost you a lot of life, but you can challenge yourself to the next level.

Cizer won't give up easily!

Thinking about it like this, Cizer felt much better, but if he met a female knight later, he wouldn't be soft.

As for the strength of female knights, Cizer selectively ignored it.

Diablo never woke up, but his breathing gradually calmed down, and his frowning brow gradually relaxed under Wimbledon's care.

But just as Cizer and the others breathed a sigh of relief, an annoying voice rang out.

"Hey, isn't there still a place? Hurry up and let that dirt bun roll down, our third young master's body is very expensive!"

A servant-like guy appeared at the door of the hospital room at some point, and behind him there were two ambulance workers carrying stretchers, and it seemed that someone else had been injured.

It's just that this ward was originally used by Diablo, and that person spoke to them in a superior tone, and asked them to let the ward out?

The anger that Cizer had just extinguished suddenly came out again, and this happened to hit the gun's eye!

A click came from Cezel's palm, and Auston stared at the man with an unkind face.

Bumpkin?

I hate it when people call me a bun!

Can you take a good look at your face! Who looks more like a bun!

Alston started almost from scratch and made a fortune in Norton City.

......

Well, let's blur the definition of self-made.

But Auston was indeed completely free from the constraints of the family, and did not rely on any help except for Cizer to achieve such great success.

But those small merchants who did not know his origin, out of jealousy, often walked around, he was a dirt bun, and had never seen such a thing as a wind and shadow in the world.

And even when Auston tastes wine at a banquet, someone will secretly mock him, saying that he is pretending.

Although there were many people who misunderstood Auston, he didn't have time to deal with them. After all, no one dared to say these words in front of him, so he turned a blind eye.

But now someone dares to slander him to his face!

Alston felt that it would be too weak for him to remain indifferent.

The servant was still unconscious, and followed the so-called third young master behind him.

"Young master, although the environment here is a little harder, it is always a good place to rest. We can't go back just yet, and it won't be good if the head of the house doesn't see you when he comes back later. ”

Seeing that he was getting more and more energetic, Auston flew up and kicked him out of the room, right over the stretcher.

"Ahhh

The servant didn't expect that he would be treated like this, so when he landed, he was still in a state of confusion, and habitually let out a miserable scream.

"Who did it?" the servant immediately understood the fact that he had been attacked, and his face immediately turned red with anger.

Before the third young master could speak, he heard his cat's piercing scream like it had been stepped on.

"You, you...... You are despising the power of our Moben family, you wait, we will not let go of those who dare to disrespect our family!Our family knows many big people!" The servant stared at Auston who had just withdrawn his foot with red eyes, and said a threat.

It was just that the servant was beaten, and soon he said that he was despising the family, and Cizer suddenly felt that this family was really sad.

Auston looked impatient, he had long been a treasure of the big family in the imperial capital. But he had never heard of the Moben family, and when he heard of it, it was the kind of little-known small family.

"Okay, I'll wait for you here. Look at the big guys you can find. As long as I can be scared, I'll give this ward to you. Auston smiled contemptuously, which directly irritated the servant who had just sat up.

"You, you...... Wait! I'm going to find someone!"

I saw that the servants crawled out of the sight of several people, and the third young master seemed to be seriously injured, lying on the stretcher and wailing for a while, and he didn't see anything to say, so he was carried away directly.

After the men left, the room became much cleaner.

Wimbledon was bandaging Diablo on the sidelines and walked towards the nonchalant Cizer trio.

"What's the matter? Aren't you afraid that people will really find some big people to come over?"

Cizer said calmly: "The people from the military department told me that there is anyone in the imperial capital who dares to get along with the military department...... Then it can only be His Majesty. ”

Auston on the side also sneered: "Let them come, I don't believe in a small family like this, I can't kill them with money!?"

Only Monet was a little nervous, but since Cizer had said so, he had nothing to fear.

Wimbledon looked at the three young men in their prime in front of him, and his eyes blurred for a while, and his thoughts seemed to drift back to many years ago.

"The entire imperial capital, who dares to get along with me!"

The high-spirited man stood on a city wall, looking back at the rows of houses and attics, and felt that the whole world was under his control.

Alas, young man, aren't they all like that......