Ronald didn't buy it from the system store, but translated the mantra of King Kong is not bad in the language of the other world, after all, the price of King Kong is not bad for magic skills, if each person buys one, then the team points will be exhausted. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

With the mantra, all that remains is to cultivate diligently, and what realm they can cultivate to depends on their own perseverance and perseverance.

After sending them apart and instructing Cowan to hand over the mantra to Duruna, who had been in charge of guarding Scott, Ronald went to Debo's office.

Depo is greedy for money and lustful, but Ronald is not going to prepare a gift for him, because if this plan can be implemented, the financial benefits will definitely be good for him.

More than a dozen bronze-level people, volunteering to participate in competitions, even life and death fights...... How much income there is during the period, you can guess if you have an ass.

When he came to Dibo's door, a whimsical moan came through the door. The two guards stood there, their faces as straight as stones, but their lower bodies were bulging, making people feel uncomfortable for them.

The guards all knew Ronald, the new head of guards, and technically their immediate boss.

There was a knock on the door, and Dipo cursed in annoyance.

However, after Dipo opened the door and saw Ronald, he was stunned for a moment, and then a friendly and kind smile appeared on his fat face: "Captain Morton, is there something wrong?"

Ronald walked into the house uninvited.

Dibo's eyes flashed, and the smile on his face became more and more kind, if he didn't know his details, it was hard to imagine that such a person would have the nickname 'snake and scorpion'.

Inside the room, several naked beauties gathered in the corner, shivering at Ronald.

None of them are more than 20 years old, and it is the time of youth and beauty, and their charming facial features and graceful figures make people think about it.

"Don't get out yet. Dipo walked inside and yelled at them.

As if pardoned, the women picked up the clothes of the slaves on the ground, wrapped them around the key parts of their bodies, and walked out of the door with their heads bowed. Their shoulders were branded as slaves, indicating that these women were the lowliest slave girls.

"Laugh, Captain Morton. Dipo made a pot of black tea and put it on the table, and poured a cup for Ronald: "Is there something wrong with the arrangement of the work of Commander Morton?"

"There is indeed a problem. Ronald sat there, relaxed, looking into Dibo's room, oblivious to the black tea on the table.

Di Bo smiled slightly, and his expression became a little serious: "Oh? Commander Morton can just raise any doubts, and I will cooperate if I can." ”

"I don't think the games are a little too few, and the quality is too bad...... In a whole day, there were only four games, and three of them were duels for ordinary slaves......" Ronald shook his head and looked at Dipo with disdain: "The Colosseum of Tistu has been established for more than two hundred years, is it still relying on this level of competition to attract guests?"

The corners of Debo's mouth twitched slightly.

Ronald asked like this, he didn't come to ask questions, he just came to slap him in the face.

Dipo looked at Ronald and sneered: "Then according to Captain Morton's advice, what should I do?"

"Of course, we have to improve the quality of the game, to make the game more intense, and the result is full of more unknowns. As far as I know, the Colosseum doesn't just offer games, it even offers betting plates, right? Let the customers who come to the games put their money down and bet on which side will win?"

Di Bo nodded: "That's true, it's already customary for the gladiatorial arena to open gambling markets in private, and the adults above are naturally clear." ”

Ronald continued to smile disdainfully and shook his head: "I really feel sorry for those customers who spend money to participate in the market, such a market is not exciting at all, what's the point?"

Di Bo smiled darkly, his eyes becoming gloomy: "Why did Captain Morton say that?"

Ronald sat in his chair: "I remember that in tomorrow's game schedule, there will only be one bronze-level slave on the stage, right?"

Depo didn't understand what Ronald was trying to do, but what Ronald said was the truth, so he had to nod.

"In this game, it was a bronze slave against fifteen ordinary slaves...... It is said that these fifteen men were captured by the defeat of the Duchy of Pullman, and each of them was the elite of the military. ”

"Fifteen professional soldiers from the army are indeed good combat effectiveness, but in the face of a bronze level with a weapon in hand, what are their chances of winning?"

Ronald didn't wait for Dipo to answer, he raised two fingers and said, "Even if these fifteen people have a tacit understanding with each other and are willing to risk their lives to fight, they only have a 20% chance of winning at most, am I right?"

Di Bo closed his eyes and nodded slightly: "Yes, but isn't this just a good way to use the gambling market to make guests bet?" 2 percent of the winning rate, but it can be exchanged for five times the profit." ”

"But how much will those guests bet for a 20% win rate? Five gold coins? Or ten gold coins?" Ronald sneered and said: "But if it is replaced by two bronze level duels, it will be different, the battle between two bronze level players with weapons in hand, the ending is undoubtedly full of suspense, no matter who wins, it is not surprising." ”

"Those guests will not only be able to see a great Bronze matchup, but will be happy to bet on it...... Fifty gold coins is not too much, is it? or even a hundred gold coins are not impossible. ”

"In this way, the bets placed by the guests will be increased tenfold, and the profits of the gladiatorial arena will also be greatly increased?"

The sinister smile on the corner of Dibo's mouth faded a little, and he shook his head and said, "Captain Morton's idea is good, but you may not know much about the situation in our gladiatorial arena. Our Testu Colosseum is already the largest colosseum in the Prescott family's territory, but the number of Bronze-level slaves is just as limited, how can it be possible to arrange Bronze-level duels for every match. ”

In Dipo's view, Ronald is undoubtedly a little 'meritorious', and his ideas are good, but there is no basis for implementation.

Although they are slaves, their strength is there, and bronze-level slaves are much more expensive than ordinary slaves, and even in their Tistu gladiatorial arena, there are not so many bronze-level slaves to squander.

Ronald stood up, leaned over to Dibo, and whispered close to his ear: "Naturally, there are not so many bronze-level slaves, but there are many bronze-level masters. ”

Dipo was startled, and his fat and round body jumped straight from the chair.

"Captain Morton, what do you mean by that?" Dipo looked puzzled, his eyes full of wariness.

Ronald laughed out loud: "Where does Director Dibo want to go, I mean, isn't there still a dozen bronze-level members of the Winter Mercenary Regiment, what do you think of letting them participate in the gladiatorial arena?"

"Winter Mercenaries?" Leader Morton...... Do you want to sell those members to our Tistu Arena?" Dipo looked at Ronald with his mouth wide open, a little incredulous.

"No, how could I sell them, they're the root of the Winter Mercenary Regiment. I mean, let them participate in the games arranged by the Colosseum, and then the Colosseum will pay for their appearance...... What does Director Dipo think?" Ronald quickly refused, and said righteously.

"This ......" Di Bo breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, and said with some embarrassment: "But the Winter Mercenary Group is here to carry out escort work, and if they participate in the competition, won't they violate the employment contract?"

"How can you break the contract, think about it, if the gladiatorial arena is going to arrange two bronze slave competitions, then our gladiatorial arena must at least be prepared for these two slaves to resist at the same time. In order to be able to ensure a smooth suppression of the two Bronzes, I must ensure that there are at least two Bronze-level guards present......"

"If you want to avoid causing more accidents, or even in order to suppress them in the first place, there are two bronze ranks, and there must be more than four. ”

"But if we had a bronze rank to play, it wouldn't be the same. Because there are our people in the gladiatorial arena itself, in this case, I only need to arrange two bronze ranks, and I can definitely suppress the hidden danger easily. ”

"So, instead of delaying our work, we can reduce the pressure on the guards. ”

Dipo's heart pounded when he heard Ronald's explanation, and although he instinctively felt that something was wrong, he couldn't find fault with Ronald's words.

Most importantly, Ronald is right about one thing - the bronze duel is undoubtedly more attractive to customers than the ordinary slave duel!

"However, we are a slave gladiatorial arena after all, and if the members of your regiment are not slaves, I am afraid it will not be good. Moreover, even if I agree to your plan, when the guests see the members of your regiment participating in a dueling match, I am afraid that they will think that they have been relegated to the status of slaves, which will not be conducive to the future development of your regiment. ”

Dipo was obviously tempted, but he didn't dare to make a blind decision.

Ronald had a confident smile on his face: "I also thought about the situation that Director Dipo was worried about, in fact, it is very simple to solve this problem, just put a mask on them." ”

"Mask?" Dipo's fingers twitched, his fat face twitching at a frequency visible to the naked eye.

"That's right - Mask Duel!"

"Let each member of the dueling wear a different mask, each mask corresponds to a person's identity, and it is not allowed to be changed or replaced until they quit or die. Even after the owner quits or dies, the mask is never allowed to be reactivated, making the mask a second face for the contestants!"

"Imagine wearing a mask, even if you are not a slave, you can participate in a duel in the gladiatorial arena, no matter what their identity is!"

"Mercenaries, civilians, rangers, officers, and even ...... Aristocrats!"

"It's going to be a brand new business model that has never been seen before!"