"Running to the Sea", one of the most important festivals in Wasam. www.biquge.info Later, with the development of the economy and the growing strength of Candras, not only fishermen, but also maritime merchants, sailors and other industries that have a close relationship with the sea began to celebrate this festival. Over time, a series of celebrations of the "Running to the Sea" in Wasam have become an important cultural landscape of this seaport city, attracting a large number of tourists from all over the country and even foreign countries, bringing considerable economic income to the people of Wasam. Therefore, the "Running to the Sea Festival" gladiatorial competition is naturally the most important!

In the face of such an important event, gladiator trainers naturally have to rack their brains to find a way to participate and win, and Isenhard is no exception. Although he has the current Wassam champion in his hand, and the battle must have his family's share, the previous matches were also sloppy: the three rookie kings of Ferchuma, Zhang Long and Hai Shan must appear in front of all the Wassam people in order to truly embark on the road to stardom, and the existing stars in the family must also appear regularly and maintain their records to not be discouraged. These are all problems that he must consider and solve, and one wrong step may cause huge losses: for individual gladiators, daily training and diet are just daily routines that are hard but not worrying about food and clothing, and for the boss, they are all real money!

So, he has so much to do before the battle roster comes down. The first is to take Thor to meet with Lady Elena, after all, this maverick noblewoman is not only his biggest benefactor, but also his only bridge to communicate with the high society of Vossam.

The meeting place of the three of them this time was the "faint to death" bar in Nancheng District, which is the same place where Iresa poured Zhang Long down. The boss here is a very shrewd and slick barbarian who is completely contrary to racial stereotypes, everyone calls him "Palamo", but this pronunciation is wrong, and the correct pronunciation in the language of the barbarians should be "Palamir". However, after the barbarian script was transcribed with the lingua franca, the letter combination representing the pronunciation of "yier" was more often pronounced as "e" in the lingua franca, so those ordinary literate people who were not linguists pronounced "palamir" as "palamo", causing the majority of illiterate civilians to also pronounce the white characters.

However, as long as it does not affect the money, it does not matter whether southerners pronounce their names or not. Palamo was a well-known distiller in the north, making first-class whisky, so after he went south to do business, he quickly carved out a world in Wassam with his excellent winemaking skills and shrewd brains. Whiskey, a specialty of the barbarian region, can easily drink southerners with average drinks, and the name "faint to death" was originally a complaint from local drunkards, but Palamo was very keen to think that it would help his marketing, so he simply turned this nonsensical-sounding word into the correct name of the bar, and hung it out in a grand manner. As a result, the "faint to death" bar quickly became a well-known place in the southern city and even the entire Wasam.

So when Isenhard learned that the meeting was going to take place in such a high-profile place, he was a little surprised. In the past, Yelena always made an appointment with him in an inconspicuous tavern to talk about the inside story of the game, how did he get there this time? With doubts, he took Thor to the door of the "faint to death" bar in a carriage, where Lady Yelena was already waiting, still wearing wizarding robes, but her face was unusually very heavy, which made Esenhard's heart chuckle.

"Very well, you're all here. Yelena led the two into the bar, and said as she walked, "This time the situation is not good, the battle of the generals has been manipulated by Makqin and several small families in collaboration with their noble backstage, and Ricksart is probably going to end!"

"What?" Isenhard was shocked. The battle was not at all within the scope of his fear, Rixat's strength was obvious to all, and those stars who rose later could not pose a threat to him for the time being, how could the situation become so serious?"

"I'll go into the house and talk about it later, I've made an appointment with a noble person for you to discuss how to solve it. Yelena whispered, led the master and servant to a private room, and pushed the door in. Sitting inside was a noble man in a gorgeous robe, but he wore a very hideous and terrifying grimace mask on his face, which made people feel like they didn't dare to look at it directly.

"This is the niece and son-in-law of Grand Duke Kinmail, Lord Perron, Earl of Elysium. Time is of the essence, so I can't elaborate on your title. Yelena briefly introduced this nobleman, and did not forget to apologize, the etiquette between nobles is really troublesome. Esenhard and Saul hurriedly saluted, and the Count nodded before pulling over his chair and sitting down.

"Very well, Esenhard, after retiring for so long, the majesty is still the same!" Peron said angrily behind the mask, "Not only did he play well in the game, but the training ground was also well run, and Ben Jue admired it very much. 」

"Don't dare, Lord Earl, I just want to continue to contribute to the arena. Esenhard humbly.

"Hehehe, business, there's no need to be polite...... Perron laughed dryly, and continued, "I'm very optimistic about your training ground, and I'm going to focus on investing in champion Ricksat and rookie Fitrama. If they do well enough at the Benhai Festival, I will cover the training, food and equipment costs for both of them...... However, if something goes wrong in the battle, there is nothing to be done......" Peron shook his head and took off his mask. Esenhard couldn't help but gasp in his heart, thanks to the aristocratic demeanor training for many days, he could barely hold back and didn't show the slightest expression of panic.

The Count of Perón was a leper!

A large number of deformed lesions made his face as terrible as the devil in the depths of hell, his nose had almost completely collapsed in a mess of lumps, leaving two black holes, one large and one small, with his nostrils facing outward, and his lips could barely be found, and the diffuse granulation was followed by yellowed and jagged teeth, which was extremely frightening.

"Hehehe, he really deserves to be the god of war, and when he sees Benjue like this, his face will not change!" Peron was greatly appreciative, poured two glasses of whiskey himself, and then picked up one of them and handed it to Esenhard: "Cheers, God of War." 」

Isenhard hurriedly reached out and took it, clinked glasses with the earl, and drank it all, the strength of the whiskey is really great!

"Good wine!" said the Earl, letting the liquor trickle down from his misshapen mouth, and finally getting to the point: "Warriors, Rixant's opponent is not a man, but something from hell! I'm not talking about a guy like me, but a real monster......

"You mean...... The other side of the battle is not human?" Isenhard's brow furrowed tightly.

"Hehehe, that's clever! You've messed up with Maxim, and it seems that the consequences are serious!" Peron said, "And you shouldn't have messed with his backstage Gunnag, that guy isn't a fuel-efficient lamp." I don't know if you remember, some time ago, Gunnag led the Wasam City Guard to wipe out the sheep-headed settlement that had recently wandered to the northern suburbs to eat people, and captured their chief alive?"

"Of course, the press officer has been broadcasting about this in the square for several days, can it be...... You're going to have Rixat fight that sheep-headed chief?" Esenhard's eyes were about to pop out, it was ridiculous, and he didn't even have such a joke!

The sheep-headed man is an extremely strong, half-human, half-sheep man-eating monster that is widely distributed in the Saint-Hugh Arissilu region. These guys have a certain amount of intelligence, not only have their own language, but also know how to organize joint tribal operations, and know how to forge steel weapons, and often fight against humans. Fortunately, the communities of these monsters are always loose, and their behavior is simple and crude, and the human army can defeat them with various tactics with a little brain. There are many theories about the origin of the sheepheads, but some believe that they were demons from the burning hell, and most people support this view because of the cruel and bloody acts of the sheepheads. However, there are still some people who believe that the sheep-headed people were humans who were twisted into that kind by magic in ancient times, and this view has few adherents, but most of them are true scholars and have a lot of voice.

The strength of an ordinary sheep-headed man is equivalent to at least three or four strong men, let alone a chief? Ricksard must be more than lucky in this battle! What should I do? Isenhard was very anxious, did this leper count really have a way?

"Don't be surprised, I know Gunnag's temper, he didn't fight you two last time, and he was already on fire. Makqin just gave him such a bad idea, and he couldn't help but promote it. This battle will start in the name of the human champion to execute the cannibal demon, and those brainless fools like to watch this kind of thing the most, so why not?" Peron analyzed, "So, you're in big trouble. Once the champion falls, your family's status will plummet, and when the time comes, they will be able to step on you to death, I'm afraid...... It's hard to turn over again!"

Esenhard grimaced, but Thor heard the Count's words and asked, "In that case, what can you do for our family, and what do you need us to do in return?"

"Not bad, butler boy!" Perron boasted, holding out his thumb, "I am ready to help you win this game, and in return, the Esenhard family must unconditionally cheer for me in whatever I need it. As we talk now, my craftsmen are sparing no expense in crafting weapons for Ricksat that can kill the sheep-headed man, and I suppose that at this point, Master Isenhard won't refuse, right?"

Yes, when it comes to this, Esenhard has absolutely no room to refuse. He had to sign the contract that Peron had already prepared, and the terms on it were far harsher than "cheering", almost treating him as his vassal, and he didn't need to give him a title or a fief, because Esenhard was a commoner at all!

Thankfully, Thor argued with Yelena and persuaded the Count to find a way to keep Fecruma, Zhang Long, and Hai Shan away from too strong opponents. Perón put it off for a long time and finally agreed. But it's not difficult to do this requirement, after all, it's sure that you'll be able to kill other people's champions in the battle of Xiao Generals, who will refuse to let go of a few inconspicuous rookies?

It seems to be a fair game, but there is actually an undercurrent behind it!