"'Get out' and 'go home' are two completely different concepts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Darlang dried the berry wine and turned in the direction of the terrace: "And 'going out' also needs your cooperation, let's find a place where no one disturbs and talk slowly." ”

"Okay. Reluctantly, Segason took a chicken leg from the hand of the attendant who passed by, and followed Darang. When they came to the terrace, Segason found that the banquet hall was above the largest gate of the arena, and the terrace where the two of them were located was probably the exclusive seat for VIPs during the competition, after all, it was spacious and bright, and the view and environment were first-class.

"Dude, I don't know what your name is. Darang stood with his back to Segason by the stone guardrail.

"Segathon. ”

"Ah, I heard the host say that you're from Rock Crab Town, right? Do you have a wife and children there?"

"I just happened to be cheated by a crook in Rock Crab Town, and my hometown is far from there. And I'm a wandering hunter, do you think I'm going to have a wife? Segason said indifferently.

"It's been decades...... Dude, can you stop joking when you're down to business?" Darang smiled helplessly, he looked at Segathon, and felt that the seriousness on the latter's face did not look like a joke at all, so he had to give up on the matter. "I've looked after a lot of fighters. As a rule of thumb, people who don't have any worries are most likely to come out on top, and I've never met a fighter with such good roots as you. Darang said.

Segason was a little impatient, the laughter in the room made him feel inexplicable, some slightly familiar faces were still fighting to the death during the day, and they could really sit together and drink and sing at this time. "Stop talking about the, tell me how I got out of here. ”

"Five thousand bones. Darang said.

"Bones?"

"You've got to earn five thousand bones in the arena. Just as there is money minted in gold or silver where you come from, in Naslon we trade bones. ”

"Nasron," Segason repeated quietly, wistfully asking, "So I'm in the Exiles now?" I thought it was just a legend. ”

Darang grinned as he hugged his abdomen, tears squeezed out of the corners of his constricted eyes and slid down his face, "Dude, you only killed a living demon during the day, and now you question the existence of Nasron? ”

Ignoring Darang's laughter, Segason picked up the apple on the small round coffee table and replied, "I don't really eat a book with an oil lamp like a robed bachelor, but I have enough time to listen to stories than you can imagine." - The apple is so sweet, I'm beginning to doubt the bard's description of Naslone. ”

"You must have heard that the Pale Lord Malokia is in charge of Naslon. ”

"Indeed, I heard him mention it when I tortured a cultist whose hands I had cut off, but before I could say a few words he began screaming and cursing me. ”

"Because you insulted his faith?" or whipped him with a whip dipped in chili water?" asked Daron with a wicked smile.

"Because I cut off his feet again. ”

Darang immediately put away his smile when he heard Segason's words, and the atmosphere was so awkward that he almost suffocated. "Let's talk about bones. Kill people in the arena - any race is fine, usually I don't recommend that fighters get close to demons, but you don't care - you can get their bones. ”

"I'm not a good person, but I don't kill innocent people. ”

"Rest assured, the people who have come here are fanatical followers dedicated to serving the Pale Lord, and they are definitely not innocent people. Of course, with the exception of the group that traveled with you, I've heard that the agents of Rock Crab Town have played tricks to improve the quality of the 'tribute' in order to earn more gold. But trust me, buddy, sooner or later he will be punished. ”

Darang's stern gaze made Segason unable to find a reason to question him, so he sighed and compromised, "Well, I'll kill those whose hands I've seen stained with other people's blood." Adult humans have two hundred and six bones, and other races are estimated to be about the same, so it would be enough for me to kill twenty-five people. Can a broken bone count as two? So I can kill one or two less. ”

"I am overwhelmed by your bloody humor. Darang turned and waved to the waiter in the room, motioning for him to send two glasses of wine, then leaned against the guardrail and continued, "It's not as simple as you think, buddy. It's a long story about bones and arenas, but I'm going to have to teach you a little bit about Naslon first, and listen to it with a drink.

"First of all, although Naslon is Malokia's territory, he is rarely seen in Naslon. So in fact, it is the faithful servants and right men of the Cult of the Bones, Malokia, who are in charge and run the whole of Naslon. They built and managed all of Naslon's public facilities to keep this cruel society running. Everyone you can come into contact with, including residents, minions, guards, merchants, and brokers, are followers or followers of the Cult of the Bone, so don't mention the word 'cultist' on any occasion. But I'm an exception, you'll find out later.

"The Arena is the heart of the Naslon, with agents scattered around the world sending the Pale Lord's followers to the Arena for a fixed price, who are teleported directly to the Arena and forced to fight unarmed. The competition starts at noon and ends at random times. Survivors can be qualified to become official followers of the Cult of the Bones.

"The person you kill in the arena will be dismembered by a special agency after the game, and if a complete phalanx bone is removed from the corpse of the knife wielding and no scratches are left on its surface during the removal of the sinew, then congratulations, this is a bone. So, buddy, with zero dismemberment attrition, you'll have to kill 179 people to get 5,000 bones, unless you kill some unfortunate 'Six Fingers'.

"Except for the piece you deserve, some of the rest will be sacrificed to Malokia, some will be converted into gold to be paid to your agent, and finally some will be given to your agent, who is me. I'll take care of everything but the battle, food, shelter, and entertainment. To put it simply, the more you kill, the more I earn, the better off you can live.

"As you may have noticed while in the arena, some people have equipment, armor and weapons, and even magical items for spellcasting. They're all lucky enough to survive the first game, and you can ask me for it, and I'll do my best to accommodate you if I can get it and I can pay for it. As an aside, I think it's important to have the right gear, because you're going to be involved in the whole process from the second race.

"As for the five thousand bones, you will be given eternal blood, drink it and endure it, and you will be free. No one can stop you from leaving the arena, leaving Naslon, or even returning to your distant homeland. It's all up to you.

"Do you have any questions?" said Darang, who had spoken a lot in one breath, and drank down the berry wine brought by the waiter.

Segason also drained the little fuchsia liquid left in the glass, and whispered, "You talked too much, I can't remember." ”