"Don't dare...... Don't dare!" The fat man showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, gritted his teeth and said: "I hope you will take care of me, Lord Magician, next time I see the guy who claims to be the butler of the Marquis of Fredeor, I will definitely help you take good care of him!"

"Originally, a small gladiator arena like our Celestial Star Arena had no hope of participating in such a high-level competition. But fortunately, the nobles invented the gladiator tournament. Unlike the usual entertainment where two gladiators fight to the death, the gladiator tournament is a more exciting and entertaining thing invented by the nobles in recent years, where all the gladiators in the arena are placed on a mountain, and then hunted down by the nobles, and whoever catches the most gladiators is the winner of the year. ”

"Isn't this hunting in disguise? The tastes of the nobles are really strange, hehe, now it's up to us to see who is the last hunter. Raels was suddenly in the mood for a lesson, and it was time to teach the nobles who could only eat, drink, and be merry, even at the cost of their lives.

"This ...... This, can the magician not hurt the noble team at that time, after all, you are not ...... Without being imprisoned in magic, unlike the gladiators who participated in the competition, they were hungry for days, and it would not hurt the nobles. Sierra Leone's face was sweating profusely, and he suddenly realized that if Raels participated in the competition, not only the nobles would be in danger, but also he, the arena owner, would be in danger.

"This is simply sending the gladiators to death! Don't worry, I usually use small magic to do it, and I won't hurt the nobles. Raels smiled so badly that he could be convinced.

"You usually use little magic?" ...... just now," Sierra Leone's face turned the color of pig liver, and he muttered, "As long as you use your magic to keep our gladiators from being discovered before the end of the game, we will have a good chance of winning a good place in this game, and the prize money will be very large, but don't let anything happen." ”

"How could it be!" said Raels, smirking slyly.

Raels didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer, so he changed the subject: "There are no more forged deeds of sale, I should no longer be your slave, no matter what, I am not at all, from today onwards, I should be a guest of your Celestial Star Arena, and the guest should be in the guest room, right, or do you think I should go back to the gladiators' stone houses to rest?"

The last sentence was a bit intimidating, and the fat man immediately distinguished, in the choice of the road between making money and danger, he finally chose to make money, with the help of such a powerful magician, he seemed to see his arena open bigger and bigger, maybe one day he could hold a competition in the gladiatorial arena of the palace, if there was really that day, .......

"Dear, you have come and taken this Mr. Magician to live in the premises of the Western Courtyard. As soon as Sierra Leone thought about it, people immediately relieved their hearts, and what D'ar brought was a fierce god, and at the same time, maybe a god of good fortune. People have self-knowledge, they must know how to advance and retreat, they can't do anything, they must have the ability to make decisions on the spot, and no one of his subordinates can deal with him, which the fat man knows deeply.

Returning to the room, Raels looked closely at the modified body, unable to calm down for a long time. On the mainland, no matter how top a magician is, even if he doesn't recite spells before casting magic, it is necessary to gather magic elements, but what he can't figure out now is that before he uses magic, he doesn't need to gather magic elements at all, nor does he need to recite spells, as long as he can imagine what kind of magic is being cast, he can cast this kind of magic.

Such a body is worthy of being created for him by the super existence of the black dragon.

However, Raels soon discovers that although his body has become a treasure trove of magic, he can't do as much magic as he used to, just like when he healed Dear's arm, he accidentally overused it.

Although this magic has healed Dear's injuries, there is an old saying that if he fails to master the magic accurately, it will inevitably hinder his growth.

Fortunately, there was still some time before the gladiator competition, and he could study how to use the magic of his body just right during this time.

Perhaps because Raels was not used to this body, every time he lay down, he would sleep until noon the next day.

Since no one bothered him last night, Raels slept until noon the next day.

Just when he was drowsy and couldn't wake up for a long time, Dear, who had been healed by him yesterday, ran into his room panting.

Dear wanted to wake Raels, but seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, he unconsciously took back his outstretched hand, turned around and wanted to leave quickly, but thinking that only he could help him now, he had to turn around and gently shake Raels's shoulder with his hand, praying that he would not beat himself up when he woke up.

"Brother Magician, Brother Magician!"

"What's the matter, Dear. Dear had a good impression of Raels, and when he woke up, he did not riot, but calmly looked at this pale and panting fellow.

"Plop!"

D'Arr fell to his knees in front of Raels, and pleaded, "Brother Magician, please save my brother, please!"

"D'Ar, what's going on, stand up and speak!" the man had gold under his knees, and looking at the pale man who fell to his knees as soon as he saw his eyes open, Raels knew that something big must have happened, and sat up and asked him.

Instead of standing up immediately, D'Ar trembled and took out a letter from his pocket, and pleaded with Raels: "Master Magician, you must save my brother!

"What's wrong with your brother?" Raels snatched the envelope from Dear's hand, and the moment he opened the letter, a line of crooked words appeared in front of him: "Dear, if you want your brother to live, before evening, you must go to the Longyin Casino and hand us over two hundred gold coins, otherwise...... We're going to chop your brother to pieces!"

In addition to this letter, there was a bloody finger in the envelope.

Looking at this finger, Raels was speechless for a long time. After half a ring, he asked Dear, "This finger belongs to your brother?"

With tears in his eyes, Dear nodded without hesitation, "That's right, this is my brother's finger." ”

"These people are so vicious!" Although this finger was covered with blood, it could still be seen that the age of the owner of this finger was not very old, and if nothing else, the age of the owner of this finger would not be more than ten years old.

At such an age, his fingers were chopped off, and the person who chopped off his fingers really could do it.

Looking at the bloody fingers, Raels began to be unsettled, patted De Ar's shoulder, and asked him, "Your brother shouldn't be very old, why did he go to the casino?"

"It's not because of my useless brother!" Dear bit his lip hatefully, shook his head, and said with tears streaming down his face: "My brother knows that I was sold to the gladiatorial arena, and in order to ransom me, he went around raising money, but he was only a nine-year-old child, who would lend him money." So, every time, my brother goes to the waste heap to pick up garbage, picks up useful things, and sells them to the scrap recycling station to make some money, but how can it be so simple to redeem me with the money he earns? My brother thought of going to the casino, but he is only a nine-year-old child, how can he fight the old fritters in the casino! Isn't this a tragic murder!"

"It's rare for your brother to be so filial, don't worry, I'll help you with this. Raels clenched his fists tightly, not for the sake of Dear, but for his brother to be so sensible, he also had to teach these people who chopped off his fingers a lesson.

"The great kindness of the magician brother, even if Dear has worked hard in this life, he will repay it!" Dear bent his legs and knelt heavily in front of Raels, and was about to kowtow to him, Raels grabbed him, lifted him up, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Your brother's business is my business, just leave it to me." ”

"Hmm!"

Dear looked at the man he had only known for one night, and he couldn't say a word. Before he came, he was still thinking about why the other party helped him, but he didn't think about it all the way.

He came to ask Raels just with the mentality of trying it out, and he didn't think that Raels would definitely agree to himself, but what he never expected was that Raels not only agreed to him, but also agreed so simply.

For a moment, Dear felt that his nose was warm, and a stream of tears flowed down his eyes.

Half a day later, he woke up from this emotion and said to Raels: "I have already prepared the money to save my brother through the other brothers." In the evening, you just take your money and go to the casino. ”

"How do you scrape together enough money?" Through talking to the fat man, Raels also made it clear, these gladiators, winning ten games, will also get a few gold coins, this arena in addition to Raels, there are a total of twelve gladiators, if these people, if they have more than twenty gold coins, I believe they would have redeemed themselves a long time ago.

Therefore, Raels was surprised that De Ar had raised so much money, and asked him with a puzzled expression.

It seems that Dear does not want to waste his tongue on this issue, and continues to respond to Raels with far-fetched reasons, "Brother Magician......"

"You'd better call me Ray!" Before he could finish speaking, Raels suddenly interrupted him.

"Ray, I borrowed these gold coins from other brothers, and the way is absolutely legitimate, if you don't believe me, I can lead you to ask other brothers. Although Dear was fluently recounting the incident to Raels, his eyes dodged back and forth, not daring to make eye contact with Raels, and it was clear that he was not telling the truth.

Raels shook his head and interrupted, "I believe it, but what I don't understand is that if you have scraped together so much money, why don't you go and redeem your brother yourself?"