Naturally, I was talking nonsense, and from the words of the chief foreman, I knew that he couldn't find Emperor Tong, otherwise he would not mind going to Emperor Tong once.

Since this is the case, I know that his ability to investigate is limited, even if the Tong Emperor is in the dungeon, he will not be able to find it, I talk nonsense for a while, he will definitely not be able to find out, not to mention that the information he checked is not surprising, I was originally impersonating the identity of a wolf man.

"What happened to you? I'm curious about this increase in strength. The chief foreman asked like this, looking very interested, in fact, from his eyes, I don't think he was interested in this.

So my answer was as simple as I was: "It's a secret." As I spoke, I took a puff of my cigarette and squinted my eyes and said, "Everyone has their own secrets. ”

"Well, I allow you to have your own secrets. But I would like to remind you that you are now in a situation where you refuse to work in the labor zone and injure the foreman, not just one, but a dozen. By the way, you also killed a fellow demon clan. These charges add up, and you can die several times. The chief foreman said.

"And then? In order not to waste a guy like me whose strength is close to the nobility, it is better to put me in the fighting arena. I don't need to be reminded that there is no way out, I can see that you didn't intend to give me a way out in the first place, the purpose was to send me to the fighting ring. Why? "This is a question I asked before, and since the topic has come back to this, I naturally won't let him perfunctory the past, otherwise how can I talk about the conditions?

"Well, it seems that in the past few years since you disappeared in the dungeon, you have not only gained good strength, but your IQ has also improved a lot, and you don't have to have to work hard to talk to smart people." The chief foreman picked up the cup beside him, opened the lid, and the smell of tea suddenly wafted in the room, this guy is really extravagant, how many good things are there?

After cherishing a sip of tea, the chief foreman slowly spoke: "The fighting arena is a good place, behind the bloody and cruel death, there is also the temptation of money, power, and glory. Such a place naturally involves huge benefits, not to mention anything else, that is, the ticket money, which is already a pillar economy of the dungeon. What about the others? Interests are always divided, and the forces on this side of our labor area also need some interests to support expenses. ”

"Huh." I sneered, ostensibly disdainful of his claims, but in fact I didn't really believe in this set of arguments, and although it was reasonable, my gut felt that I didn't believe it.

"You don't have to sneer, I'm used to some things that don't have to be said too nakedly. You can understand the meaning of this and simply say, I do need you, a strong, well-armed fighter who will bring us great benefits. The point is, he also has to die so easily that you meet all the conditions. You must know that it is not difficult to find masters in the fighting arena, but they are all free, which is a headache for all forces. Your appearance was perfect. The chief foreman said with a smile.

I feel that there is some truth in this, but there is a key point that is not true.

But what else could be the point? I was puzzled, and in a short silence I imagined a number of possibilities, but none of them were so logically rigorous.

I simply didn't think about it, I just came to talk about the conditions, so I said: "No matter how good a fighter is, he will be a mess when he dies." No matter how powerful an existence is, there is no threat when it dies. Fifty games, who can guarantee it"

"No, not fifty, according to the sin you have committed now, unless you can achieve a fifty consecutive victory, and there must be no less than five nobles among the victories, you will be able to obtain the status of freedom." The chief foreman's smile was very treacherous, for fear that I would not understand, and he immediately added: "Otherwise, you must keep fighting." ”

"What's the difference between that and death? Rather than endure so much torture and die, I might as well die now. Anyway, I was full, drunk, and smoked a cigarette. "I made my attitude clear.

The chief foreman was not a fool and did not want to waste time, so he said to me: "What conditions, mention it." ”

The process of bargaining is always tedious, and I hate this kind of moment, but I also have to face it.

In the end, before I had a dry mouth and almost collapsed, and I was ready to expose my strength and simply kill out, I finally negotiated the conditions that both parties were willing to accept.

That is, I don't want to be truly free, I am tied to the fighting arena for the rest of my life, but as long as I play a certain number of fights in a year, then I will be free for the rest of the year.

Actually, I didn't care about this, but I still argued for a long time in order to hide the real purpose.

I only stayed in the dungeon for more than 25 days, and the point of contention was actually in the first month.

According to the general foreman's idea, I should fight less in the first month, but the opponent should be stronger, and I have the best chance of becoming famous and retaining my strength.

But this is not in my interest at all, what I ask is that I play more in the first month, concentrate one-third of the games in the year in the first month, the opponent does not have to be too strong, let me practice first, in fact I need money.

I also asked for all the time of the fight to be spent in the first ten days, after which I had my own personal things to do.

They compromised, because the key to the matter was whether or not they could tie me up in the arena all the time, and whatever I wanted to do for the first month, whatever money I needed, in fact, it could be done.

It's good, I feel like I'm turning my disadvantage into an advantage, these guys won't know that I'm not a demon at all, and I won't stay in the dungeon for too long.

The conditions were finally negotiated, and the chief foreman took out a contract, just like the cultivator will not swear easily, because there will be the effect of the oath will be retributed, and the demons in the dungeon will not easily sign the contract, I feel that there is a mysterious power on this contract that cannot be felt, but can be faintly felt, presumably the consequences of signing this contract are more serious than swearing.

However, I did not hesitate to sign my name on the contract - Wolf Han, with a solemn look on my face, and the chief foreman naturally signed my name, even if the whole process was completed.

The rest is that according to the rules, I will be sent to the fighting ring tomorrow.

After solving this matter and walking out of the chief foreman's house, I still strangely did not feel any relief in my heart.

At this time, it was already time to get off work, and when I walked out of the chief foreman's house, the whole stinky labor area had become lively again.

It stands to reason that the first thing after work is always to eat, and no one wants to eat in a dark and oppressive shed, so the messy lanes are crowded with labor.

The difference between humans and demons can be seen from the food.

The demon can receive a large piece of monitor lizard meat and a bowl of clear water porridge, but what humans receive is often the bones of the monitor lizard, and the meat depends on how much luck there is.

It's such a wicked place, I sighed, and felt that I should say goodbye to Night Howling.

With this in mind, I went to the cafeteria, and even though I was full, I felt that I should not waste a piece of food and queue up to lead my share in the humble canteen, and I went straight back to the small shed that belonged to me and Nightscream.

"Nightroar, I think that kick must have hurt you. But I have to tell you the good news, you've been put on a good labor squad, and it's easy to get through in a month. "I walked into the shed and said it loudly, but to my surprise, Night's Howling, who liked to talk a lot, didn't respond to me.

It was dark in the whole shed, but it didn't affect my vision, and I could see it at a glance in such a rudimentary shed with only two stone beds, and Nightscream was not in the room at all.

I was slightly disappointed, he didn't come back, but I couldn't guess where he went.

Walking out of the workshop, I randomly divided the food I received into several portions, distributed them to a few humans, and got their grateful eyes, the humans in the dungeon labor area have a skill, that is, even if it is a bone, they can suck out the bone marrow carefully, and then try their best to break it, eat it little by little, the whole piece of meat is undoubtedly the best food.

And the most precious porridge I gave to a young human boy who did not exceed 18 years old, and I had the urge to speak, to tell them not to be numb at any time, as long as there was hope.

But I didn't say anything in the end, because I couldn't see hope for a long time, and it was natural to be numb, what qualifications did I have to ask others with enthusiasm? Besides, after only a few days of exposure to the dungeon, I felt like I couldn't be a savior.

After the food was distributed, I simply sat at the door of the shed and waited for the night to howl, and I was not afraid to beckon, so I took out the cigarette I had extorted from the chief foreman and lit one.

I naturally brought up the question of Ye Xiao, and gave him the best preferential treatment he could get in the labor area, even if it was my fate with him, if this last face really can't be seen, then forget it, and you can only stay at will.

It was getting dark, and I didn't see the night howling.

Finally, I decided to go to sleep, I thought that after entering the dungeon, going to the fighting arena tomorrow would be a huge turning point, and I needed a good rest.