The owner of the arena responded to the dwarf's question: "Yes, the criminals should be judged, but now that the king is alive and dead, the Duke of Morey has rebelled, and the damned Kyle Rose in the south must be ready to move, and Antelli is in a dangerous state of storm, shouldn't we, as the loyal people of Queen Elaine, take the initiative to do something to relieve the pressure on the kingdom?"

The high-sounding words of the arena master once again aroused the response and approval of most of the audience, and the sound completely drowned out the opposition of Rhodes' dwarven friends, and the atmosphere reached a high point. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Rhodes knew he had to do something to save himself, and if he guessed correctly, the next sentence of the arena master was to sentence himself to be hanged in the name of not knowing what to do, and at that point, everything would be over. The near-perfect body of the android was indeed powerful and powerful, but Rhodes was not going to pin his hopes on this body to survive without breathing. He wanted to argue loudly, but at the sight of the distorted faces behind the bars that showed expressions of expectation, excitement, or cruelty, it dawned on him that the vast majority of the audience probably didn't even know what King Elite looked like...... They didn't care if they assassinated the king or not, they didn't care if they were innocent or not.

They don't want to see the trial, they want blood and stimulation. Rhodes saw the dried blood on the ground under the gallows, and saw the shaking shoulders of the arena master who was standing high at the moment as he spoke, and he had an idea.

"I ask for a jousting trial!" he struggled to stand on tiptoe, temporarily relieving the suffocation in his neck before taking a deep breath and shouting with all his might.

His mother always told him to speak softly and not to make noise, which was probably the loudest sound he had ever made since he was born with his vocal cords. Once again, the android's body didn't disappoint him, and a loud voice swept over the audience, calming their shouts a lot.

"That's right!" Rhodes' dwarven friend seized the opportunity and shouted loudly, "He is a knight, and he has the right to demand a jousting trial, which is the ancient custom of mankind and the divine power bestowed on him by the god of light!"

"You dwarves are also qualified to talk about the ancient customs of mankind and the god of light?"

"Yes, I'm a dwarf, but I worship human culture and believe in the god of light!" In order to help Rod, who had saved himself once, Hawk Blackstone put down his face and said all the hypocritical words: "Tournament trial!"

"Tournament trial!" The dwarf's words suddenly aroused the support of some onlookers, and the demand for a tournament trial grew louder and louder, gradually filling the entire arena and overshadowing all noise.

"Not a bad idea. The owner of the arena didn't take Nick's benefit money and was in a hurry to execute Rod, and he was immediately interested, "But this is the champion of the tournament, who should judge it fair?"

"Arena Champion!" someone suggested loudly, which quickly echoed him.

"This guy will use his fighting spirit, and the champion of the fighting arena is not his opponent. ”

After a long commotion, a voice jumped out: "Find more people, come to a group trial!"

"What?" the dwarf's eyes widened, "Tournament trials are always one-to-one!"

"The rules of the arena are excitement and freshness, the 'never'!" declared the arena owner, shaking the fat on his belly. "Those who come here are customers who have bought tickets, and customers are always right, and I will adopt whichever plan is more popular!"

The dwarves were still arguing, but this time no one supported him, and the audience became interested in the unheard of new concept of a group trial, and the excitement and enthusiasm of the discussion vied for a taste of what it was like to be a judge to judge prisoners, and the discussion once again drowned out Hawke's protests.

More and more people joined the discussion, but Rhodes was already relieved on the gallows, no matter who it was, one or ten, it was better to compete with him than to be hung in humiliation on the gallows. Of course, it's best to win, and if you can't, then you have to die by the sword.

The final plan was soon announced: let the top three fighters in the arena "judge" Rhodes together.

The three "Inquisitors" soon entered the venue, and Rhodes was surprised to find that they were also restricted from freedom with handcuffs and anklets...... Since Midland announced the abolition of slavery, the kingdoms of the entire Western Continent have been following one after another, either voluntarily or forcedly, why are the signature warriors of the arena not free men?

With doubts, Rhodes was taken off the gallows, and someone behind him roughly pulled out the arrow inserted in his back, and the moment the barbed arrow was pulled out of his body, Rod felt that his entire body was torn, and the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made him stop breathing for several seconds, and it took a while to regain his breath.

There was a faint feeling of wetness under his clothes, and he couldn't see his back, and he couldn't tell if it was a cold sweat from the pain, or the blood that flowed from the second injury.

In a trance, his handcuffs and anklets were untied and confronted by three arena veterans who had also been temporarily freed.

Three men, a large man with muscular muscles, dressed in leather armor and an iron helmet, holding a long-handled double-edged axe in both hands, a short and thin man holding two daggers the length of his forearms, glowing with a faint blue light, whether it was the original color of the alloy or quenched poison, and a fat man with a round figure like King Elite, with thick, dirty hair, and a distinctly fierce aura, threw him a war hammer by the staff outside the field.

......

Escaping from the pursuers who wanted to kill him twice, Rod could already vaguely feel the "murderous aura" that Grom had said.

The murderous aura on Ciri's body, restrained and low-key, only flashed at the moment of facing the enemy, not only not terrifying, but like the thin red scar, it added a strange charm to the girl; those who chased and killed him, the murderous aura was sharp and flamboyant, and the people were numb, just standing opposite each other knew that this time they would definitely not die and there was no room for negotiation; and the three people in front of them, exuding a chaotic and brutal aura, their eyes only swept over Rhodes, and more often they stayed vigilantly at the two "judges" with a stronger sense of threat On his colleagues, the murderous aura was aimlessly radiated to everyone in the field except himself. Rod suddenly had this intuition: these three people can kill anyone for any reason.

"Three warriors, three masters of the arena who have defeated countless opponents!" said the arena master in an excited tone, "In front of you at this moment is an assassination king...... of the suspects. He has asked for a sacred jousting judgment, and I now entrust the three of you, on behalf of the God of Justice and Light, to judge him!"

Isn't the trial of martial arts about who is more powerful, who is luckier, who wins, and what does it have to do with justice or the god of light? This bad custom and cultural dross that has long been abandoned by the mainstream of the empire, although no king or law has explicitly abolished it, has not heard of a trial of martial arts since he was born.

His mouth was dry at the moment, and his heart was bitter and unspeakable, not only for the pain of the arrow wound on his back, but also for his own experience. He never imagined that he would one day have to survive by the activities he once scoffed at, by pleasing others. Where exactly is justice and justice?

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