The little devil's worries are completely unnecessary, and it is really not difficult for me to please the audience. Vertices

What I'm best at is pleasing people.

Before entering the arena, I asked the little devil, "Who are the spectators here?" ”

"Nobles and gamblers," replied the little devil with a heavy face, "and only those who are not worried about food and clothing, or who want to get rich overnight, will come to this kind of place." ”

"You don't seem to be worried about food and clothing, do you?"

"That's why I come here a lot, but I've never bet before, and I've seen people who have become poor overnight, and they usually end up miserable."

"How much are you going to bet today?"

"All net worth."

"Wouldn't it be too risky?"

A smile suddenly appeared on the little devil's gloomy face: "Even Old Teucer can't survive a round in front of you, and the others are not your opponents, that guy used to be the annual champion of the arena." ”

That kind of person can become the champion of the year, and according to this, the gladiators here are also ordinary people.

Think about it, but anyone like me who grew up in the industry since childhood, the bones of the body are all urged out by medicine, even if they don't care about actual combat skills, only fight for physical fitness, they are a lot higher than ordinary people.

As soon as I entered the gate of the arena, the strong smell of blood came to my face, and I couldn't help frowning, it seemed that this arena was also full of savage killing, and it would be difficult for those who lost to survive.

But it was precisely because of the smell of old blood that I figured out what the audience wanted in an instant.

These people are afraid that they are tired of seeing blood, and what they want is something else, something that can move them.

When I passed through a corridor, I saw a stone table under the old wall, and two tall men were arguing with an old man in leather armor.

The little devil stopped and stared at the three men for a moment before he said to me, "This is where the new gladiators are registered, are you going to register now, or do you want to go to the tournament first?" ”

"Just sign up."

"Are you sure?"

"Otherwise, what the hell are you hesitating, we don't have time to hesitate now."

The little devil pursed his lips helplessly and walked towards the registration office.

It was only when I got closer that I understood, the two strong men were asking the old man when he would be able to play, the old man didn't seem to want to deal with them, just let them wait obediently, the problem is that these two strong men are not so easy to deal with, seeing that the old man ignored them, he was angry for a while, and quarreled with the old man.

It can be seen that these two goods are only powerful on the surface, but they are very empty in their hearts, and they don't dare to do anything to the old man.

The little devil walked up to the stone table and tapped his fingers on the table twice, and the three people in the quarrel immediately stopped talking and tilted their heads to look at us.

The two strong men are both of the kind of extraordinarily thick body type, the tall one is at least two meters tall, and the short one is at least one meter nine, the muscle lines of the two are far less delicate than those of bodybuilders, but they are quite large, and their muscles have a kind of explosive power hidden under the softness, and at first glance they are power players who are known for their destructive power.

Compared to them, I look like a skinny monkey.

The two of them looked at the little demon for a moment, then looked at me, and then a mocking smile on their faces.

The old man squeezed out of the gap between the two: "Are you here to register?" ”

The little devil pointed at me: "It's not us, it's him, I'm his agent." ”

The old man didn't talk nonsense, and directly handed us a booklet: "Do you know the rules here, since you are his agent, then you can only bet on him." ”

The little devil picked up a pen from the table, opened the booklet, and wrote my name directly.

He wrote my real name, but instead of Hanzi, he used the English transliteration of Chinese: get down.

When I was done, the little devil turned around and pointed to my name and said, "Kneel." ”

Get Down does mean to kneel.

Your uncle's!

The little devil returned the booklet to the old man, and the old man took the book and said, "Do you want to bet now?" I will arrange a match for the newcomers as soon as possible. ”

The little devil directly took off the bulging money bag from his back and threw it on the table.

The old man weighed the weight of the money bag, raised his face again, and carefully looked at the dwarf standing in front of the table, and after a moment, he spoke, "Are you sure you want to do so much?" ”

The little devil grinned, "Sure." ”

The old man threw the money bag on the ground and pushed it under the table with the soles of his feet: "If you don't have money and nowhere to spend it, then you are crazy." ”

The little devil laughed even more happily: "Say whatever you want." When does his game start? ”

The old man glanced at me, then at the big man at the table, and said, "Fifteen minutes later." Lei Gong, you will be his opponent. ”

When the old man said this, the man, who was more than two meters tall, suddenly became excited, and he slammed his fist twice hard, staring at me with a malicious expression.

Before the fight started, this thing began to underestimate the enemy, I guess he shouldn't have played a few games, otherwise this kind of person won't live long at all.

Then the old man asked me, "Do you know the rules here?" ”

I pointed to the little devil: "If I don't understand anything, just ask this bantam." ”

The old man didn't intend to continue talking nonsense with me, so he immediately waved his hand and motioned for us to leave.

The two big men went straight to the east side of the hallway, and the little demon led me to the west side of the hallway.

It wasn't until he was some distance away from the registration office that the little devil complained, "Don't you know that it's very rude to joke about other people's shortcomings?" ”

I immediately replied: "Don't you know that it is very rude to change someone's name?" ”

"You're getting revenge on me?"

"This is a bad word, I am reciprocating courtesy."

The little devil was stunned for a moment, but he didn't seem to know how to refute me, so he could only keep his mouth shut in the end.

On the west side of the corridor is a small stone hall with two benches and an arms rack in the corner, where you can find any known cold weapon, even hidden weapons and bows and arrows.

The little devil casually picked a chair and sat down, and said to me from a distance: "Don't do it immediately after entering, you must leave time for the audience to place bets." And I have to remind you once again, don't kill your opponent in seconds, the audience prefers close fights. ”

"I found out why you are so talkative. Are there any other rules? ”

"Whether you can win or not depends on the strength, but the life and death of the loser is decided by the audience. If they want each other to live, you have to stop, and if they want each other to die, you have to kill each other without hesitation. ”

"Anything else?"

"It's gone. I must warn you that you must not go against the will of the audience, for whatever reason. ”