In the lower town, the streets are dirty, and the slaves have blank faces, and their eyes reveal a gray and hopeless life, and they will only be busy with the work assigned to them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Lu Bin looked at the past, as if he saw lifeless ashes, which were like this after several blocks, and he couldn't help but extinguish his curiosity.

Fortunately, he always followed the guidance of the guards, and did not show the slightest abnormality, such as ridiculous sympathy, which was completely inapplicable here, after all, all the guards heard were scolding "them" to avoid.

Following the slope that stretched diagonally upwards according to the terrain, Lu Bin saw an altar shining with holy light, and in charge of this place was a middle-aged priest with gray temples, perhaps because of his lack of energy, resting in the shade nearby.

She closed her eyes, leaned on the stone steps to rest, listened to the respectful report of the city wall guard, slowly opened her eyes, just glanced at Lu Bin, and nodded gently.

"The kindness of God could not be given to a Gentiles, so the filthiness of that man was washed away with clean water. There is no tax to enter the city, which is very bad. Later, you will be responsible for instructing the Gentile to go to the arena and earn a fee to pay for the tax. ”

The guards of the city wall knew that these were the rules, so they used a wooden bucket to take water from a nearby cistern and threw it at Lu Bin, stopping several times in succession.

"Gentiles, purified by water, you are already a native of the city. Follow my instructions to the most lively arena at this time, and I'll show you how to make money later. ”

Lu Bin stretched out his hands, smoothed his hair back, and wiped a handful of water marks on his face, "Thank you very much for your guidance!"

"That's right. Gentile, you haven't said your name yet, I'll have to tell your name when I'm going to play, or I'll not get the appearance fee. ”

Lu Bin thought about it carefully, "Anglo, my name is Anglo. ”

The guard nodded with satisfaction, stood behind Lu Bin, and guided him into the middle of the city and towards the location of the arena. Only this time, after the baptism of water purification, he did not hold a gun against the back of the Gentiles, as if after the ritual just now, he had raised his sense of identity.

Unlike the cluttered mud slab bungalows of Downtown, Midtown's buildings are noticeably neater, the ground is clean, there is no unsightly garbage, and passers-by pass by the streets with kind smiles on their faces.

Despite the fierce sun, people walking in the shade are all in the same direction, which is a manifestation of order, a certain rule that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even if it is not visible or touched, is constantly working.

The main road paved with stone strips was slightly bumpy, but fortunately, the slope became smaller and smaller, and Lu Bin walked calmly on the road, gradually adapting to his newborn legs.

The two approached the arena in front of and behind, the boiling cheers pierced their ears, and the warm emotions rushed to their faces, and the faint sound of metal clashing came from time to time.

The guard guided the Gentiles to the place where they had signed up, a small stone chamber that could reach out to the ceiling, and there were several people inside, all residents of Midtown who had come voluntarily.

Lu Bin saw that someone was in charge of registration, using a clay fired pottery plate with a white lacquer-like coating on the surface, and writing on it with a charcoal pen.

Soon it was Lu Bin's turn, and the guard stepped forward to sign up for him, and the person in charge took a look at it and was more satisfied with the burly figure of this foreigner.

"Anglo...... Anglo, the messenger of the city-state, is said to have a unique skill in dealing with wild beasts, and is a herald on the battlefield and a messenger on the battlefield. It's a pity that this is the first time that such a person has participated in the competition. ”

For the sake of his own money bag, the guard had to cheer up the Gentiles, after all, as an introducer, if he won a game, he would get half of the money.

"Anglo, you have two options in order to pay the entry tax. The first is to fight the citizens of Shangcheng who have learned martial arts, which is dangerous, but not fatal, but it will take three fights to make enough money. The second is to compete with the fierce beasts raised in the arena, and one game can make enough money, but it is very dangerous and there is a risk of death. ”

Lu Bin asked curiously: "The beast in the arena will be a big guy with a lot of interests?"

The guard nodded slightly: "King of the Arena, its fangs are like sharp ploughshares, and can easily cut through the hardest dirt ground. Its mane is hard like a crochet needle for mending fishing nets, and it can be pierced into a sieve when wearing cowhide armor. It likes to rub trees, roll in the sand, and its skin is harder than armor. The most terrifying thing is the strong body, which runs and hits at a high speed, and the city wall can't stop it. ”

Lu Bin immediately understood what he was going to deal with, the overlord of the forest, the big wild boar, even the tiger had to walk around after being ruthless, and his face was suddenly a little unsightly.

The guard knew that the Gentiles were already afraid, and in order for Anglo to survive, in order to be able to earn the money, he had to pass on his own experience.

"Don't be afraid, you must not be afraid. Use your athletic feet and try to distance yourself from them. It won't be long before the King of the Arena will be exhausted, after all, he will only be half-fed every day. ”

Lu Bin immediately nodded in understanding, and thanked the guard with a smile for the reminder: "I always remember this kindness. He will do everything in his power to wrestle with the beast and drag it out until it can't run. ”

The two looked at each other and saw a tacit smile, but the guards and Lu Bin had different thoughts, one for their own extra income, and the other for obtaining a legal identity and a channel to understand the world in this civilized city.

At this time, there were bursts of girlish screams in the arena, and Lu Bin walked over curiously, and saw an amazing scene in the safety area on the edge.

A Gentile from Midtown manages to catch the attention of the elite warriors of Uptown after winning three citizens in succession in the arena.

The elite warrior's helmet was inlaid with wolf tail hair, blackened with swamp lizard blood, and had three claw marks on the outside of his left arm, no doubt a sign of coming-of-age ceremony, hunting festival, and exploits.

The way he appeared was also extremely impressive, jumping up from the nine-story stone steps and jumping directly into the arena, standing upright like a javelin.

When Lu Bin saw this scene, he couldn't help but nod lightly: "A great warrior, the way he appears is like a legendary hero!"

When the guard heard these words, he was a little disapproving, and since the elite warrior was from the upper city and was also from the civic class, he didn't speak, just smiled and watched the next duel.

The Gentiles in Midtown used their unique martial arts to defeat three citizens one after another, and they also spent a lot of physical strength, panting with their long swords, adjusting the rhythm of their breathing, and speeding up to regain their energy.

It was precisely because he saw that his opponent was less than fifty percent in shape and had a very good chance of winning, and the elite warrior from Shangcheng decided to give this Gentile a chance to face off.

But his opponent was not a fool either, and immediately made a request to the arena host: "I ask for a replacement weapon!"

Immediately, the Gentiles, who had won three games in a row, raised the long sword in his hand high, fought dozens of times, and was cut into jagged things, and he really could not continue to fight.

"Permission!"

The host, a citizen from the upper city and in charge of managing and running the arena, was very disdainful of the elite warriors seizing the moment to gain their own fame and prestige, so even knowing that the Gentiles had prepared the means, he opened his mouth to allow him to adjust himself.

The Gentiles, who had won three games in a row, hurried down, and his assistant immediately took out a clay pot, unsealed the cowhide, put his hand in it, dug out a large mass of fragrant red ointment, and quickly applied it to his body.

Lu Bin's location was not far away, and he immediately found that the ointment emitted a strange aura: "The medicine that stimulates physical energy, the breath of primitive witchcraft, this is to overdraft one's body, return to a normal state as soon as possible, and even exert the power of the limit." ”

Later, the front and back of his chest were covered with red ointment, and the gentleman, who had won three games in a row, put his hands into fists against his chest, and used a little force to stimulate the medicinal properties of the ointment.

Lu Bin immediately saw that the person's hands were open, earthworm-thick blood vessels appeared, the muscles gradually expanded, and the bone joints made a crackling crunch.

As the ointment gradually penetrated into his body, the person's skin was flushed, and even if he stood ten steps away, Lu Bin could feel a burning heat.

"For the sake of a draw, or even a victory, use such a domineering elixir...... No, he had been prepared for this for a long time, and the light of longing for victory in his eyes was so dazzling!"