After meeting up with Susan in the audience, Cizer and his party decided to leave the dueling arena, but before they could leave, they encountered an unexpected situation.

"Excuse me, is it Cizer from the Holy Sword Academy?"

A man in a black tuxedo blocked their way, but instead of showing malice, he was polite.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

Cizer stepped forward, after all, this was the inside of the venue, and he felt that no one should be looking for trouble here.

"Tonight there is a gathering of the winners and the players who have not yet played, organized by His Majesty and the Senate, and this is an invitation. ”

The tuxedo man handed over a golden invitation, and Cizer glanced at it and realized that it was an invitation to all the contestants of the Holy Sword Academy.

"Okay, we'll go. Cizer agreed.

The tuxedo man was very satisfied with this result, smiled at them and left silently, disappearing around the corner, but Diablo was confused, scratched his head and asked.

"Aren't we going to dinner?"

Auston couldn't stand this simple-minded fellow any longer, and looked at him with a foolish look and said.

"Do you think your face is so great that even the joint invitation of His Majesty and the Council of Elders can't let you attend a meeting?"

Although this is an exaggeration, since they have received the invitation, they must go to this party. After all, this is not just an exchange meeting between peers, but also a good opportunity to get in touch with the upper echelons of the empire.

"Oh. Diablo was unhappy with Auston taunting him, but he also felt that what he had just thought was too simplistic.

Cizer said to Monet and Susan, "I'm sorry, I may be late tonight to go back." ”

Then he handed Monet the key to his room.

"You can stay with me tonight, and if I don't come back late, you won't have to wait for me. Cizer let his friend stay in his room, because he had just learned that Monet had been living in a terrible place before.

"Good. "Monet is not hypocritical, they have lived together a long time ago, and there is nothing to explain about this kind of thing.

"So...... Let's go to this party!" Cizer strode out of the room, the golden invitation in his hand shining brightly in the setting sun.

......

The decadent middle-aged man was tidying up his small stall and receiving some strange medical tools into his medical kit, but at this moment a figure stood silently in front of him.

The decadent middle-aged man slowly looked up along his leather shoes, and when he saw the calm face of the man in the tuxedo, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, it's you!

The old guy at the venue came to drive me away!"

The old guy in the mouth of the decadent middle-aged man is actually the original security guard of the venue, of course, because he is too old, he is usually only responsible for kicking out the unwelcome guys in the venue.

For example, decadent middle-aged people.

The man in the black tuxedo looked at the decadent middle-aged man and stared at him for a long time before he said.

"If you can do your job as a doctor, he won't drive you away. Besides, why do you want to be a doctor here? Your Majesty has invited you to the palace. ”

The decadent middle-aged man touched his stubb-strewn chin and laughed at himself.

"What's so good about the palace? I can't even eat hot, it's better outside, there are good food, beautiful women to see, and interesting ......"

The middle-aged man's next words were interrupted by a light cough from the tuxedo man.

"Ahem, Hector, Wembledon, you know, there are some things that cannot be said, especially in such unsafe places. ”

The decadent middle-aged man was stunned for a moment when he heard this name, as if it took a moment to remember that it was his name.

But the name Wimbledon Hector was a very famous name more than a decade ago, it seemed to be a title, and even the recitation would give off the smell of light.

There may be people in the imperial capital who don't know who the current chief minister is, but no one doesn't know who Wimbledon Hector is.

Because he saved three million people in the imperial capital at that time, including those nobles and ministers!

He is a hero of his time!

He was an extraordinary physician who, with courage and strength, stifled a great plague.

You must know that at that time, the people who died every day in the imperial capital could be piled up as high as a hill, rats and cockroaches went in and out of the pile of dead bodies, and flies and leeches also came to join in the fun.

At that time, the imperial capital was not as prosperous as it is today, and it was a completely silent city.

Even cultivators could not guarantee whether they would be infected by the plague or not, so they had to move away from the imperial capital and pray that the plague would not spread there.

Just when all the doctors were helpless, he stepped forward and dealt with patients and corpses every day, doing the most sacred things in the worst places.

Finally, he found the source of the plague and strangled it.

On that day, the emperor saw the light for the first time after a long period of darkness.

However, Wimbledon Hector declined the invitation of the big families and even His Majesty the King, and chose to live in seclusion alone.

No one would have thought that he was still living in the imperial capital, and he was still like this.

If this were known to the ladies who were in love with him back then, I don't know how they would feel.

"Wen

Bridon, you ...... How much do you know?" said the tuxedo man in a dark tone, looking at him.

The decadent middle-aged man, or Wimbleton, said leisurely in the chair behind him.

"How much do you think I know...... His body, that kind of posture, I've only seen it from one person, it's something that has been passed down from generation to generation, right?"

The tuxedo man was silent, but he knew who he was talking about, but he couldn't say that everything about that person should be hidden, not spoken in such a dangerous environment.

"I hope you'll keep this a secret, the one who has noticed him, and I'm sure he'll find out something soon. During this time, I hope you don't come into contact with some dangerous people. ”

"No problem. Wimbledon agreed a little quickly, and the tuxedo man was a little dazed.

"This ...... If I agree to your terms, can I ...... It's best if you take care of the wine!" Wimbledon looked at the tuxedo-clad man, and suddenly showed a pitiful look.

"You...... Isn't it?" the tuxedo man suddenly showed a surprised expression, as if he had thought of something.

The decadent middle-aged man continued to cry.

"I haven't eaten in days, otherwise why do you think I'm here, the food here isn't very good, but it's unlimited!"

The decadent middle-aged man pulled up his clothes, revealing the clearly visible ribs, and said aggrievedly.

"Once, how many girls and even young grandmothers were fascinated by my muscular body, but now, I have become like this. You say, if it weren't for you, would I have gotten to this point?"

For the first time, the tuxedo man looked embarrassed, smiling so wryly that he didn't even know where to put his hand.

"I ...... I don't know. So be it...... You can stay in one of the security officer's apartments, and I will bring you some food and groceries on a regular basis. ”

As soon as the decadent middle-aged man heard this, his pitiful appearance disappeared in an instant, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Really? I've heard that the food in their security department is still good, oh, by the way, I'm going to Wutong City. I know the sheriffs there very well, especially the turkey made by the guys, it's delicious!"

The tuxedo man looked at Wimbleton, who suddenly jumped out, and didn't know what he was thinking, but one hand behind his back clenched and released and clenched again, as if he was making an extremely difficult decision.

Wimbledon didn't feel like his life was in danger, he was already thinking about a good and quiet time.

"Oh, that's right. That boy's body is a little weird, you know that?" said Wimbledon, as if suddenly he had thought of something.