Following a guy leading a black and white horse, Mohm made his way past several pedestrians, finding a suitable opportunity to get closer.

A sharpened piece of broken iron in his hand slashed covertly against his linen shirt, and from the eyes of ordinary people, it might be a bulging money bag.

A large black leather gloved hand, but directly grasped the blade, along with the thin and dirty palm, this thief was a beggar who was less than ten years old.

"I'm not your fat sheep, you chose the wrong target......" There was no emotion, but it made people feel chills in their hearts.

There was a crisp sound, and the sharp piece of broken iron was directly pinched off with one hand, and the beggar showed a look of shock and fear, and what was unexpected was that the black gloves did not crush the beggar's arm, but easily let him go.

"Next time, pick a good target. ”

In the dimly lit streets, under the hood of the usual short robes, most of the faces were hidden in shadows, revealing only a stiff chin.

"Yes, yes, sir......"

The tools were destroyed, but the beggar did not dare to say anything, and ran towards the corner of the street, where a more severe punishment awaited him.

"Stupid little cub, that guy has a lot of things on his back, and when you look at that strong horse beast, you are a foot merchant, but you can't do anything well, and if you are found, don't say it, damn it, even the dagger capital is lost......"

With a vicious curse, and the sound of slaps and fists, the ten-year-old beggar couldn't help but scream in low voices.

This gangster has a violent personality, and he doesn't think he can vent enough, and even the other two beggars who successfully stole the money will inevitably be beaten up a few times.

"The footman is so vigilant, he must be a fat sheep with a lot of money. ”

"Go to two more people, steal valuable things, and if you don't work, you will bleed him......"

Before the gangster's words fell, a 'hum~' sound of breaking through the air sounded suddenly, followed by a slightly hot liquid splash, and all his voices completely stopped.

One of the youngest beggars, curiously wiped his face, there was a little sticky feeling, this is blood? Where did the blood come from?

She looked up and saw an axe embedded in the head of Mr. Jas, the gangster who beat and scolded the beggars......

"Ah~hmm" She was about to cry out in horror, but was covered by her companion next to her, who was Mohm, who had lost his tools before, and was also beaten the worst by Mr. Jas.

A tall figure with a hood, wearing a miserable white metal mask, walked silently to the corpse.

Mom's eyes were full of horror, although the other party concealed his face, but the familiar figure he would not forget, it was the target of his previous failed theft, and the fat sheep in the mouth of Mr. Jas, who also became a corpse.

There was a bone sound, and the Indian tomahawk embedded in the skull was pulled off by the half-elf.

He wiped the corpse's clothing, wiped the red-white liquid on the axe blade, the blood, and the mixture of brain pulp and brain tissue.

The half-elf put away his weapon, and the Indian tomahawk hung diagonally on his chest again, looking indeed bloated like a foot-walking merchant.

He thinks that the weapon master is like this, and the weapons are carried in a convenient position, which is not only convenient for throwing weapons, but also plays a role in a little protection.

After glancing at a few beggars, Loki sneaked away again, never saying a word.

It was already completely dark, and his body did not feel tired, but he still found a fairly clean hotel, and after storing the horse beast, he rested and recovered for the night.

......

Paying for a silver coin for the ticket, and following the crowd, Loki entered the audience of the Colosseum.

It is a circular stadium that can accommodate about 1,000 standing spectators, and in addition to the ordinary seats in the sun and wind, there are also higher shelves in the grandstand due north, covered with thick cloth and fine linen roofs.

It was richly decorated, like a grandstand for a high-ranking magnate, and there were indeed three or four young nobles talking to each other.

"This kind of daily gladiatorial performance is so boring, you see that guy, even breaking a little blood, he has to perform like he is dead. ”

"Haha, my friend, today is not gladiatorial day, and you can only watch this kind of performance, don't you just enjoy it when you look at those excited civilians?"

In the middle seat, a nobleman with light fluff on his lips, obviously underage, pouted his lips disdainfully: "These low-level untouchables are just a group of ignorant fools, who have been watching like this all day, and they still think that they have made money, but in fact, it has gone into their father's pocket." ”

The friend next to him echoed with a smile, "With the wealth and power of the baron city lord, the gladiatorial arena is of course a part of the stable income. “

"Bentham, when will you inherit the hereditary title, maybe even Her Royal Highness the eldest princess will look at you differently, but we are waiting for your care......"

This minor nobleman, named Bentham Edward, wore an elaborate Plantagenet ornament on his chest, which was his family coat of arms and meant that he was the only son of Baron Lord 'Prit Edward'.

Bentham laughed loudly, his tone was a little arrogant, "Father is already old, it may not be long before you will call me Lord Baron, and when I go to the royal city to completely inherit the title, I will definitely invite Her Royal Highness the beautiful eldest princess to dance with me." ”

Thinking of some kind of blasphemous picture, he couldn't help but be a little excited, "When it gets dark, you guys come with me to the auction house, I heard that the slaves have been selling well lately." ”

Low-level and boring gladiatorial performances......

The half-elf looked at it for a while, and came to this conclusion in disappointment.

Today is not every seven-day 'gladiatorial day', only a few fat gladiators, all of them shouting loudly and bravely, and showing their teeth and claws.

The hideous heavy chain hammer and the strong shield mace weapon, after fighting for a while, the two sides only suffered a little light external injury, not only the martial arts were inferior, but also there was no posture to fight for their lives.

Among the viewers, in fact, most of the civilians also knew that although most of the gladiators were slaves, their lives were also worth some money, but they were more valuable than the civilians at the bottom.

Unless there are special circumstances, that kind of bloody gladiatorial fighting, at least today, will not exist.

After leaving the gladiatorial arena, Loki did not return to the hotel, but continued to wander the streets non-stop.

Walking in Bluewater City in a low-key manner, as the mileage of his footsteps increases, he continues to collect and record images along the way.

These filtered images, with the help of the Okukawa system, are combined with the flat topographic map to generate a part of the three-dimensional coordinate map of Bluewater City.

This human city is located on a sapphire river, and the scenery in it is naturally good, and of course some beautiful images are recorded visually.

When you go back to Senjin Town, you can paint the beautiful scenery and edify the artistic cells of little Fatuna.

In Loki's unique way of remembering, a quantum biocomputer is integrated into the brain and may not be able to paint an abstract landscape.

But if there is a hyper-realistic painter in this world, then he must have a chance to become the most realistic of them.

In the past half a day, the three-dimensional coordinate map has become more and more perfect, and Loki has also deepened his understanding of this place, and the bottom of Blue Water City is very suitable for business development, at least much better than Fog Castle City.

When his 'Senjin Brotherhood' business group grows stronger, the next step will definitely be to establish a resident chamber of commerce here.

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