"Is it necessary to discuss this question for so long?" Fed didn't want to dwell on such meaningless issues with the other party, because there was always unnecessary annoyance to talk about something about himself in depth.

Andre walked away from the door, the ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth returned, "Okay, whatever you want, anyway, like I said, I will trust you," he opened the door with his hand, and then glanced down at the floor, "Actually, I have some bad premonitions about this expedition, but this will not make me give up the opportunity to find Russell!"

After saying that, André himself walked out of the room, and Field, of course, it was not convenient for him to stay in his mother Josephine's room, so he immediately followed.

"Forget it, you better go and get ready, who knows how many centaurs will be waiting for us in the territory of the Winter Kingdom?"

"We're just looking for someone who dresses up as a groom and can actually keep a low profile. ”

"No, if Russell is really as rumored, we are not enough of us at all," Andre touched the enchanted sword on the shelf, "Silence", "Maybe it also has a restraining effect on the weapon of life?" Andre raised his head and looked at the sun in the sky, so dazzling that nothing could compete with it.

Before setting off, Fed was going to find someone - Patrick, the Yum Champion of the Arena of Honor.

The only person who could put pressure on Fidel in terms of sword skills was Patrick, who was standing in the ring of the quad, even from the pressure felt from the audience. And watching the duel that time, Fidel could see that Patrick didn't use his full strength, and he might just make the game more enjoyable to let Eddie catch the flaws he deliberately released.

If you can have a real gladiatorial fight with the strongest fighter of the Republic, it will be worth it. Feder thought to himself.

In the afternoon, he went to the tavern where he had last met Manle, and found the gladiator owner of the underground gambling - who was also the owner of the tavern.

"I'm looking for Patrick, can you get in touch with him?"

The tavernkeeper was a little drunk today, but he was able to answer Feder clearly, "Oh, what are you looking for him?"

"I want to play against him. ”

"We're in business, and you haven't helped me make money yet, so you want me to help you, how can this make sense," the boss leaned to the side and looked at Fidel obliquely, "Otherwise, you can sign up for the competition directly, and if you're lucky enough to win in the end, you can fight him." "The boss said the most direct way.

"I don't have enough time. ”

"Yes, there is another way, if you give me some sincerity gold, I can ask my men to contact the proud champion. Patrick has always been reluctant to cooperate with this underground competitive gambling boss, and he is not willing to play a fake game.

Expecting such a request, Fed took out a silver-white bracelet—the one that had been given to him by the Archon Manle himself, a rare one.

"Oh!" the fat boss picked up the silver bracelet, looked left and right, and touched it, as if he had become an antique dealer, "This is a bracelet specially made by the Senate for warriors, it seems that you are not small." He didn't know that the other party was the captain of the first fight, Feide, and he helped Manle with his work, and all he received were gold coins and jewelry, this special item still has its value on the black market.

"Is this enough for me to meet Patrick?"

The fat boss held the silver ring with both hands, tried to put it on his hand and said, "You exchange this thing for that guy?" He thought that the other party was just showing off or intimidating himself, but he didn't expect to exchange such a valuable thing for a worthless meeting.

"Yes, this kind of thing doesn't work. ”

"Okay! I'll arrange it for you. The boss looked greedily at the silver bracelet and headed for the tavern room.

At the Tavernkeeper's arrangement, Fed was taken into the Arena of Honor the night before, where Patrick, who had won another championship, was sitting.

"Then you talk, and I'll take you out when you're done. A man from the arena said and walked out.

Fylde saw that Patrick had taken off the leather mask he had worn that day, and that the white cape on his back had been replaced with a new one.

"Hello, my name is Fidel. ”

Patrick looked up and sat there looking at Fidel, "Ah, I know you, the captain of the Moon Shield Mercenary Regiment," Patrick's nose was actually shad off! Now he looks like a freak, "I didn't scare you, did I?" He saw Fidel's somewhat surprised expression, and immediately put on the leather mask, so that it was no different from an ordinary person.

Feder didn't expect the other party to be so badly injured, the 30-year-old Yum Champion took off his mask like a skull with flesh on his face, deep eye sockets, protruding teeth, and the entire tip of his nose missing.

"Let's just say it, what are you looking for me?" He was still wearing the gray dragon-patterned plate armor, and there were two ordinary iron swords next to his seat.

"I want to have a fight with you. Feder said it directly.

Patrick looked at Field, then stood up and said, "What weapon are you going to use to compete with me?"

"I'll use whatever you want. ”

"Then are you going to wear this black plate armor?" Sure enough, good equipment is impossible not to be discovered in front of the strongman.

"What about you? Your dragon plate armor won't be ordinary armor, will it?" asked Fidel.

Patrick snorted twice, he nodded and said, "Tonight, come to the Quartet Ring, I'll wait for you here," he said as he took off the gray dragon pattern plate armor, revealing a steel body that had been tempered for thousands of years, without many scars on it and the muscles of his body were very strong, "I also want to see a legendary powerhouse who fought dozens of MONOCULUS mercenaries." ”

Fidel nodded. When the whole city of honor was asleep, he came to the arena of honor alone, and the man who had brought him in the evening opened the door to let him in.

In the center of the ring sat a man who could be seen in the moonlight. And in the crowding audience, there was no one now, except for the sound of Feide's own footsteps.

"I'm already here. Fidel held a sword in each hand, which he had taken from the man who led the way.

And where Patrick was sitting, there were four identical iron swords, and it was clear that he had prepared weapons for Fed.

"Do you know why I'm willing to compete with you?" Patrick seemed to speak with his eyes closed, and Feyde couldn't see it very clearly from the audience. But when Feder stepped into the ring, he found that the ring happened to be lit by the moon, so that the two would not have to duel in complete darkness.

Feyd slowly approached Patrick and said, "I don't know. ”

"It's very warlike because of your enchanted plate armor," Patrick stood up, picking up two of his swords and throwing the other two away, "and so does my 'dragon blade'." ”