The time will come eventually, and the day of the opening of the national league is finally approaching. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Esenhard's meticulous planning was not in vain: the parties involved in Sol's buy-in succeeded in fooling Gunnag into placing Haslam, a good buddy of Hassan, into the position of overseer of the Warsam team. A big stone fell to the ground in his heart, and Isenhard was in a good mood, so he immediately sent Hassan, and allocated a sum of money for him to entertain Haslab and set some information by the way. Next, there are other more trivial pre-match preparations......

The national league is very strict about the arrangements for the entourage of the local teams: the supervisor is responsible for leading the team and supervising all general affairs, supervising a small team of soldiers is responsible for the security of the team, and the players are forbidden to accompany their respective home owners and coaches. In other words, the biggest difference between the national league of Candras gladiatorial competition and the modern sporting events of the earth is that the participating teams of the major principalities do not have a head coach!

When Zhang Long first heard about this "strange" regulation, he couldn't believe his ears. But soon, others explained to him: after all, this is the Middle Ages, and the civilization of the entire human environment is incomparable with modern times, take the Wasam team as an example, if you arrange a head coach, who will you call? After all, the Wessam team is a makeshift team, and the players have never trained together, so even if they have a head coach, it won't be of much use.

According to the rules, the family to which the contestants belong can send two slaves to accompany them and take care of their daily life. Esenhard thought about it again and again, and finally ordered Suina to be called to the office, although this woman is a little dishonest, but at least she is thoughtful and clever enough, and she can still be relied on when it is critical.

Black Pearl hadn't been officially summoned by her master for a long time, and she walked into Esenhard's office nervously, only to see the former god of war sitting in the boss's chair with a majestic face, looking at her like a torch for a long time before she spoke, "How are you learning to read?"

Really...... Isenhard had known for a long time...... Suina shuddered in her heart, but she tried her best to maintain a calm expression on her face and replied, "It's okay, master, I can know a lot of words......

"Good, good. Isenhard nodded, pushing a note from the table, "Read it and I'll see." 」

Suina hurriedly took it, it turned out to be the schedule of the national league, fortunately, the language was not difficult, it was all dates and place names. She read it word by word, and Esenhard smiled with satisfaction, "Well, it's good......" He looked up into Black Pearl's eyes and ordered, "Take it off." 」

Suyna was frightened, could it be ...... It's been a long time since Esenhard was busy forming an alliance, and she didn't even have the time to summon them alone after the completion of the big training ground, which is why Nadya had the audacity to sacrifice herself to Fikruma. If Esenhard finally remembered this incident today, she herself would have said that Nadya would be in danger......

She tried her best to suppress the tremors of her body, and slowly unbuttoned the shoulders of her long skirt, allowing it to slip off her beautiful carcass. However, Esenhard didn't stand up, just sat there frowning and looked up and down, and said coldly, "You're fat. 」

"This...... I'm sorry, host......" Suina was a little dazed.

"Your Ambaru bloodline will make overly fat droop down. Isenhard said solemnly, "This is unacceptable for a person who comes out of the Virgin's House, and I don't want such a low-level problem to arise when I actually use you!"

"I'm sorry...... Master, I'll eat less......" Suina almost cried with joy, it seemed that Isenhard had indeed become more comfortable with their "self-control" in that aspect......

"It's just right, sending you to go with the league team through a little wind and rain, and you can also lose some weight. Esenhard took a pen and paper and began to write the paperwork, and said without looking up, "Put on your clothes, go and pack your luggage, and then go and tell Rocky to get ready to go." 」

"Master...... You mean...... Rocky?" Suina asked as she hurriedly put on her dress, a little surprised.

"Yes, do you want Nadya to go with her? What can she do with such a stupid brain? Monsters have their own monster uses, I still have something to write about, go quickly, disappear from my eyes!" Isenhard waved his hand impatiently. Suina was pardoned, and she repeatedly promised to exit the door, and ran a long way before she stopped and let out a long sigh: it was too dangerous......

Isenhard was buried in the papers, he didn't know where the fear Suina had just experienced came from, and his mind was full of thoughts about how to remotely control the gladiators who were about to leave the country. The situation of this league is very different from the previous one: at that time, the Isenhard family was just a small and inconspicuous team that had just emerged, and with the only champion Ricksart broke into the national league for the first time, it can be said that it is light, and it is infinite to win and lose nothing. And now, he is responsible for the entire "Fighter Alliance", and the five elites under the alliance must be brilliant in order to live up to expectations and retain investors and aristocratic backers. If something goes wrong, it is likely to cause the alliance's capital chain to break, and the loan will not be repaid at the end of the year, and the consequences will be unimaginable!

In the evening, more good news came: Iresa's application to be a blacksmith was approved by the Grand Duke. Later, Hassar returned victorious, reporting the news that Hasrab had been dealt with. Now that the overseer and the blacksmith have become their own people, everything is developing in a favorable direction, and Isenhard can be regarded as a lot of relief, and it is finally time to summon the final key person: Zhang Long.

Esenhard looked at Zhang Long, who was still a little cramped in front of him, with interest. Somehow, this cautious Xiansai man always gave him a sense of calm and reliability, although sometimes he hated iron and steel, and felt that he couldn't stand up and couldn't take on big responsibilities, but he always felt relieved to give him the most important details.

"Zhang Long, in this league, I have some important tasks to hand over to you. Esenhard said solemnly, "Soon, you will be playing thousands of miles away, and when the time comes, I will need you to be my eyes and ears!"

Zhang Long said: "But...... The summons of Duwu is kept by Hasrabai, no matter how good he is with Haishan, he is essentially responsible for Grand Duke Wasam, and he sends Duwu to send you a private message...... Don't you dare?"

"No, it's too late to say anything!" Isenhard took out a small scroll from the mezzanine of the drawer, and very carefully packed it in an extremely inconspicuous wooden box and handed it to Zhang Long: "This is made by the best alchemist that I entrusted Yelena with no expense. Whenever something important happens, you need to find a secret and report it to me in the smallest font and the most concise sentences, and I will receive another scroll here!"

Zhang Long was taken aback: This is amazing, in the Middle Ages, when the communication conditions were so backward, this kind of scroll was simply an artifact!

"What is written on the reel will disappear after thirty seconds, you have to control the time. When I have instructions to reply to you, the scroll will vibrate slightly, and there will be no sound or light other than that, so you have to put it snugly. I can only rest assured that this task will be entrusted to you, and I will not be disappointed!"

Oh my God, this is tantamount to a thousand pounds of heavy burden! Zhang Long secretly complained, but how could he disobey his master's order? He had to nod his head and accept the order, and put away the wooden box with great care......