The richly dressed middle-aged man smiled reservedly: "It seems that you know me?"

Frandi nodded hurriedly. One of the most famous figures in the underground world of Gordon City, and the organizer of the underground black boxing ring, Mr. Donk-Alex. It is said that even some royal nobles have dealings with this gentleman.

Frandi was nervous, how could Mr. Donk come to him?......

Mr. Donk and Mr. Bizmore looked at each other, and Donk got straight to the point: "Mr. Frandi, the contemptible people are very interested in your magical little skeleton. Since you know me, you should know what business I do. That's right, I commissioned Mr. Bizmo to meet you because I wanted to invite you to my boxing match. ”

"What? invite me ......"

"No, no, no, it's not the skeleton that invites you. Mr. Donk corrected.

Frandi was a little stunned, of course he knew that it would not be to invite him. However, he knew what the underground black boxing ring was for. As far as he knew, the underground black boxing match was completely different from the Colosseum, and the boxing match was a human fight, not a beast and a monster.

The people who usually appear in the underground black boxing tournament are some veterans, mercenaries who are greedy for money, and people who don't know whether they are dead or dead. I've never heard of an undead skeleton on the field.

As if he knew what Flandi was hesitating, Mr. Donk smiled, "Skeletons are nothing. You have to believe that our magnates are willing to see new things. ”

Frandi immediately understood.

Yes, those aristocratic lords who went to watch the underground black boxing match, what is the picture? Isn't it just that the picture is fresh and exciting?

Because the underground black fist is fought by people, it is more ornamental. It is also more bloody! It can stimulate the bloodthirsty desire in the hearts of the nobles.

Mr. Donk fell in love with his skeleton and the ability to win a fourth-order demonic beast, and the skeleton was the closest to the outlier of the underground boxing tournament. The elite would certainly love to see the fighters face off against a skeleton.

"As for the remuneration. Mr. Donk smiled reservedly, "Every time your skeleton participates in a match, it doesn't matter if you win or lose. I'll give you 200 gold. Winning matches also adds 300 gold. How?"

Frandi's heart was beating wildly in an instant.

Win or lose, give 200 gold! If you win, add 300, that is, win a game, and you will earn at least 500 gold!

Oh my God-

Frandeus was about to groan. He couldn't wait to say yes right away!

But......

Frandi looked around, but it wasn't up to him. He, the "owner of the skeleton", still has to ask for the consent of his skeleton......

And just now, the skeleton had already returned with more than 60 magic crystals.

Before leaving, the skeleton also gave him a special explanation. Let him not be allowed to summon it for a short time. Should...... Damn skeletons!

Frandius hesitated for a moment, his face constantly changing. It wasn't until he saw that Mr. Donk's face was a little impatient, that Frandi suddenly woke up and hurriedly said, "Don...... Mr. Donk, forgive me for my presumptuousness. That's it, I think, I'm ...... We can agree to your request. ”

"Oh, that's great!" Mr. Donk laughed lightly, and happily held out his hand to Frande: "Then I wish us a happy cooperation!"

"Yes, yes......" Frandi shook hands with Mr. Donk with a wry smile. I thought to myself: Then the skeleton will agree, right?

The words are divided into two ends.

After the Colosseum ended, the nobles departed. Prince Ares had left long ago with the royal guards.

On the way back to the palace residence, Prince Ares was full of the words "undead creatures".

He felt that he had found a solution to the crisis he was facing.

A few days later. Prince Ares left the royal city of Gordon with his personal attendant Ron, and two archmages of the court.

"Master Mai. Master Franklin, are you sure there's an abyssal rift here?"

There seems to be an invisible barrier in the doorway of this room. The room was full of thick dead clouds, and I couldn't see through what was inside the pitch black. The barrier was right at the doorway to block the spillover of the dead clouds. Therefore, there is no dead cloud in the hallway.

At first glance, it looks like a dark gate of hell is standing in front of everyone.

Prince Ares unconsciously felt a chill on his body, and asked two magicians, a man and a woman in gorgeous robes.

Mage Mai stretched out his slender index finger and reached into the barrier, the tip of which sank into the cloud of death. In the panicked gaze of everyone, the white and seductive skin on the tips of the mage's fingers was withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a short time it turned into a charred black patch. "It hurts. She frowned.

"You're crazy! you actually put your finger in?" Prince Ares yelled at Mage Mai.

Mage Mai was stunned, and his fingers retracted. As soon as he left the cloud of death, the corroded finger began to recover, the charred skin quickly turned white again, and within seconds, the index finger of the mage Mai was intact again. "I'm sorry, Your Highness the Prince. As a magician, I can't help but be curious about the unknown. ”

Prince Ares and his personal attendant Ron both stared at the incredible finger with wide eyes.

"Don't be so surprised, our bodies are very resilient, and this kind of scar is nothing. The old mage next to him smiled slightly.

"Master Franklin is right. Mage Mai giggled, and the laughter was crisp and seductive.

"What should we do next, Master Mai?" asked Master Franklin respectfully.

Mage Mai retracted his smile and said, "Let me think about it first. It's a tough thing. ”

Master Franklin silently stepped aside.

Don't think Master Mai is a woman, but she is a well-known magician in the Continental Mage Guild. Master Franklin is a fire mage, and he is very jealous of Mai, who is a water mage of the same level.

"Master Mai, your union title should be a magister, right?Although these dead clouds are difficult, they shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

"Guild title?" mage Mai asked, "I don't have that." What is a union title?"

Now it's everyone's turn to wonder. A great magician like Mage Mai doesn't have a union title?

"I'm a forbidden spell mage. Master Franklin was also a forbidden spell mage. Forbidden spell mages don't need a title, they just need to be able to kill. Mage Mai chuckled.

Hearing this, Prince Ares shuddered. The heart says that magicians are really monsters.

The secret chamber where they were located is recorded in a map of the royal vault. Prince Ares used to play in the royal vault when he was a child, and he happened to see many maps, which he didn't understand when he was young, but now he understands that one of these maps leads to here.

According to the identification of two of his staff, Mage Mai and Archmage Franklin, the map leads to an abyssal rift.

The Abyssal Rift is the gateway to the Land of the Dead. On the other side of the legendary Abyssal Rift is the world of undead creatures.

Ever since watching that game, Prince Ares has been fascinated by these strange beings who walk between the worlds of the dead and the living.

After a thrilling investigation, they finally arrived at this secret room. This is the center of the entire area, the source of death, where a constant stream of death is generated. Mage Mai speculated that this was where the Abyssal Rift was located.

According to the strategy, everyone first needs to clear all the dead clouds in the room before they can go in and find the source of death. Mage Mai used a small spatial magic to dismantle all the dead clouds in the room, and "dig" into the room step by step. Since the way Mage Mai extracts magic seems to be different from ordinary people, although the amount of work involved in this excavation is large, it is not tiring for her.

Unexpectedly, when the death cloud in the entire room was finally cleared, everyone didn't even notice a single undead creature. The whole room was surprisingly neat.

Like the other rooms, this room was filled with crystal coffins and hung from the ceiling. The only difference was that there was a black thing in the corner of the room.

The crowd gathered around.

It was a black box, made of what seemed to be stone, like an ore-like crystal. The whole box looks simple and unpretentious, the surface is carved with various symbols and patterns, the ravines are greasy and dusty, and I don't know how many years this thing has been abandoned here.

"It's like a seal. Mage Mai frowned, as if to say to himself, "It's not our culture. ”

"That's what the undead left behind. Prince Ares looked at the patterns carefully, and became excited, he could not see what they were, but they seemed to be carved as a combination of some bird and a beast, and some very strange creatures.

"What's in here?" Ron tried to poke the box with his sword, but nothing happened.

"Don't touch!" Prince Ares was a little annoyed, his squires were becoming more and more arrogant, no wonder others were always pointing fingers behind his back. Even my father ......

The box was very light, poked in the head by the sword, and the underside was exposed in front of everyone. The difference is that there is no carving of beasts and mystical symbols on the underside, but only a large magic pattern is engraved.

"The emblem of the undead!" I remembered!" mage Mai affirmed, "In ancient texts, this mark can be seen everywhere. That's right, this thing is left behind by the undead. This is most likely an undead ruin. ”

"Undead ruins, in our world?"

"It is rumored that in ancient times, there was a time when the world of the undead invaded the world of our living, and it ...... more than once," Master Franklin mused.

"Your Royal Highness, I advise you, don't hit its ...... yet"

Before Master Mai could finish speaking, at this moment, a vague aura of death suddenly overflowed from the box! Everyone was so startled that they hurriedly retreated.

Ron, the squire of the Protector, was about to pick up his sword and stab him.

"Wait!" the others shouted, but it was too late. Ron the squire slashed his sword into the box.

(3rd Update) (To be continued......)