At noon the next day, the central square of Wasam was bustling with people, and fans were preparing to catch a glimpse of the long-lost champion Ricksart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSince the battle with the Sheep-headed chieftain, the citizens of Wasam have not seen him for a long time, and for a time rumors spread that he was crippled and that he was dead. With the help of people with ulterior motives, a considerable part of the population believes that Ricksat has fallen and that the Isenhard family will continue to decline. However, a bombshell news broadcast by the press officer this morning greatly shocked them.

Vossam Champion Ricksart, will be granted freedom today, and a sacred ceremony will take place at noon in the central square!

The general public was boiling, and the other trainers and the nobles behind them were caught off guard: they never dreamed that Isenhard could do such a thing. The connoisseurs of these gladiatorial tournaments had long known that Ricksart was so badly injured that he would not be able to have a better future in the arena, and even if he barely participated, this tournament would definitely end his title as a champion. Whether it is defending the title and dying in battle, or retiring from the competition, the Isenhard family will be discredited, lose the championship and reputation, and with his little background, it will not be long before he will be run out and bankrupt.

However, this cunning fellow actually let all their wishful thinking come to naught: to give Rixsat freedom is equivalent to making him no longer a gladiator, so that it is not a question of whether to retire or not, but there is no need to participate in the competition at all! Those competitors who usually look at Esenhard unpleasantly, especially Maxim, are so angry when they hear the news that they have rushed to the square to wait to see what has become of Ricksart.

Hmph, the ceremony was held in such a high-profile manner, just so that the people could see clearly what kind of virtue your champion had become worthless, and then anyone with a discerning eye could see that you were trying to escape the championship! The trainers had colluded with this bad idea all morning, and arranged cronies in all corners of the crowd in the square, ready to heckle at any time, and as long as Ricksat showed a little weakness, they would debunk Isenhard's tricks on the spot.

In the middle of the day, a splendid carriage slowly drove through the crowd into the central square, and as the crowd watched in anticipation, Lord Harrison, the eldest son and heir of the Grand Duke of Kimmer, got out of the car. He is a tall, handsome, heroic and majestic man, and his well-groomed mustache is enough to charm a large number of young girls. He was followed by a red-robed Mage Faith Gelli, whose long, half-dead donkey face was recognized by all the slave traders: Onan, the official mage of the Vossam family, who specialized in marking and demarking slaves. But of course, there are many more times when it is on than when it is eliminated, and there will be no time for many years to make a ceremony like this.

The obese Worsam press officer, who had been waiting in the plaza for a long time, stepped forward and saluted, and then announced in a loud voice, "The ceremony of conferring the freedom of the Wassam champion Ryxant begins now! Now, Lord Harrison and His Excellency Master Onan are in place!"

The two nobles ascended to the high platform in the center of the square, and Harrison greeted the crowd with his arms outstretched, eliciting thunderous cheers. Outan stood beside him expressionlessly, unable to see a trace of mood swings. Seeing that the nobleman was in place, the press officer raised his right hand to signal the people to be quiet for a moment, and then continued to announce: "Next, Master Esenhard, the gladiator trainer, and the champion of Wasam, Ricksat!"

The crowd cheered again, and a black carriage slowly drove in from the road on the other side of the square, and when it stopped, the door opened, and the first thing that caught people's eyes was a stout thigh full of masculine masculinity in dark green metal armor boots. The owner of this leg soon appeared, completely different from in the arena, he was fully armed, dressed in a full set of fine chain mail, wearing a semi-enclosed light steel helmet, with the signature short sword of a classical gladiator pinned to his waist, and carrying a huge rectangular tower shield, and he was the champion of Vassam himself!

Ricksat got out of the station and struck a welcoming gesture towards the door, and the former Candras god of war, Isenhard, appeared! His muscular figure was wrapped in a sophisticated linen suit, and he was unarmed, but he was smiling, giving people a sense of confidence, calm and majesty. The master and slave walked side by side to the high platform amid the almost frantic cheers of the people, followed by Esenhard in front and Ricksat in the back, and bowed deeply to the two nobles.

The people suddenly fell silent and waited with bated breath.

"Master Esenhard, will you free this slave and set him free?" asked Harrison solemnly.

"Yes, I do. Isenhard stopped bowing, straightened up, and replied with the same solemnity.

"Alright, slave, please come forward. Harrison commanded in a soft tone.

Ricksat straightened up, took off his helmet, and strode forward to him, not showing a trace of serious injury.

"Get on your knees. Harrison continued to order. Ricksat got down on one knee and put his helmet at his feet. The Lord nodded in satisfaction, turned to Onan, and at the same time announced to the entire population, "Begin!"

Ou Nan didn't say a word, his hands drew a magic circle in the air that was not very complicated, and then took out a small bag from the cuffs of his robe and opened it, took out five gems of different colors from it, but the color was amazingly good, and carefully placed them on the five nodes of the magic array, and then chanted words in his mouth, and after chanting the incantation for a long time, his hands suddenly closed on both sides of the magic circle, but when he heard the sound of "bang!" exploded, the magic circle and the gem disappeared at the same time, leaving only a rainbow-like brilliant brilliance on Ou Nan's tightly clasped hands.

"Wow!" the people exclaimed in unison: No wonder very few masters will grant freedom to slaves, it turns out that the spell to eliminate the mark of slaves requires such a high cost! These red, green, blue, yellow, purple, and five high-quality gems, each converted into gold coins, is enough for a year's ration for an ordinary citizen family of Wassam, it seems that Isenhard has really made a big deal!

"Slave, stretch out your hand and show the mark. Harrison commanded again. Ricksat stretched out his arm and displayed the slave logo and the "Soldering Iron of Light" family crest tattoo in front of Onan. The mage shouted a string of incantations, slammed the rainbow halo on the two sigils in his hands, and then closed his eyes tightly and continued to chant in a low voice, the rainbow light flowing, looking incomparably magnificent and peaceful, and there was no trace of pain on Rixat's face. Seeing this, Esenhard couldn't help but murmur in his heart: This is completely different from when Yelena washed the mark on Thor, it seems that the analgesic effect of the physical potion is really not ordinary......

However, he later learned that this was not the case: the reason why the ritual was so expensive was because it was painless, even without medication. After all, the official granting of freedom to slaves is a sacred thing, and the screams during the ceremony are too murderous, and the illegal act of washing off the mark without permission is naturally as low as possible, of course, it does not care whether the person being used the spell is painful or not!

Two minutes later, the rainbow receded, and Onan opened his eyes and let go of his hand. Harrison smiled and announced, "Stand up, glorious citizen!" Ricksat stood up majestically and raised his arms in the air, so that all the people present could see that his slavery was a thing of the past forever!

"Hooray!" The citizens of Wasam thundered with joy, all rejoicing that the idol in the arena had regained his freedom. The guys waiting for the heckling in the corners of the crowd suddenly disappeared from the market, and all of them walked away one by one. The whole central square was jubilant, and Isenhard accompanied Ricksat to calmly exit the field, and then got into the carriage.

"Whew......" Rick Sa let out a long breath, took a few big sips of the water bladder handed over by Zhang Long, who had been waiting in the carriage earlier, before he started to say, "I almost went soft, although I didn't feel the pain, my legs were still very floating...... Master, I'm okay, right?"

"Wrong!" Isenhard corrected with a smile, "You are no longer a slave, but the captain of my guard! 」

"Yes, Master!" Ricksat changed his name and said excitedly, "I will never forget your kindness for the rest of my life, and I will not be able to repay it even if I am exhausted in the future......

Zhang Long watched from the sidelines, did not speak, but he knew very well in his heart: Lexat, who is no longer a slave, will only be more loyal than when he was a slave!