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At the door of the Forge Guild, Outa walked out of the gate after saying goodbye to Bell, and the sergeant who delivered the goods had already left in a carriage. Ota saw that it was not yet noon, and then walked to the gladiatorial arena with a heart move.

It had been a quiet month, calm enough to make him feel unreal, but the more it was, the more Orta felt that there was a turbulent undercurrent sweeping under the calm waters.

After looking at it, Orta stepped out of the dimly lit passageway, and he could be sure that the contact location had been abandoned. Although he didn't come every day, but today was the sixth time, and he deliberately stuffed two straws in the crevices of the rocks to block his vision, but there was no sign of movement, so he finally reluctantly determined.

As soon as he returned to the steps, there was a roar of cheers in the gladiatorial arena, and it seemed that the war slaves inside were fighting fiercely, which caused people to cheer.

Then go in and have a look, Ota also thought a little curiously.

Then he walked down the upper steps, at the end of the steps, there was a fence surrounding, and below was a stone wall several meters high around the entire gladiatorial arena, with several iron railings connecting the corner gates to the passage, and there were several war slaves across the iron railings, watching the teammates fighting in the field shouting loudly.

Ota looked around left and right, the gladiatorial arena was a stepped stand that sloped upward, full of people, looking at the bloody fighting in the arena was very excited, waving his fist to cheer for a certain war slave, and at first glance it was betting on that person.

The field is oval-shaped, and there are seven or eight people fighting each other inside, and the scene is extremely bloody.

Ota watched as a war slave was nailed to the ground with a spear, then his head cut off and picked up with a spear to receive cheers. The victor was a man with pigtails, not very strong but very agile, and after receiving the cheers of the scimitar and spear, he kicked off the dead man's head and joined the battlefield again, and began to besiege the enemy with his teammates.

It was a battle of bets between two nobles, with five men on each side fighting to the death, with the last surviving side to emerge victorious.

It didn't take long. The battle was over, and the pigtails won the final victory, killing five of the opposing side, while the other side was killed three and one seriously wounded. He was the only one who was intact, and once again caused the crowd to cheer, and some of the people in the stands who cursed in frustration were those who had made the wrong bet and lost money.

At this time, the corner door on the stone wall was opened. When the pigtails helped the seriously injured teammates back, several black-clothed people with white body bags walked out of the corner gate at the same time, and behind them, there were more than a dozen monks with bald heads and clean faces, and dense characters tattooed on their faces and necks, and walked towards the corpses lying in a pool of blood.

After seeing the gladiatorial fight, Orta was not very interested, and was about to turn to leave, when he saw the gravedigger and the monk enter the arena, so he stopped and watched for a moment.

Otta, the gravedigger who walked in front, still had a slight impression on the day of Lily's father's burial. It was this ugly and vicious gravedigger who dug the grave and buried it, and he never said a word during this time, and he was quick when he worked.

The gravediggers quickly packed the corpses into white body bags, and put them in a row to expose only the head, and the severed head was also recovered and placed on the neck of the corpse.

More than a dozen monks began to recite prayers to the corpses, their expressions solemn, and there were occasional movements in their hands, as if they were praying for them. These movements can be said to be uniform, with one exception.

This man stood at the last of the monks. The movements are rusty, and it is obviously a little uncoordinated with others. Fortunately, people were not interested in watching it, and no one paid attention to him, and the people who came here to watch the gladiatorial fight were more interested in the excitement of the duel and gambling money.

Only Ota watched the gladiatorial fight for the first time. He looked very carefully, and when his gaze fell on the monk who was unfamiliar with his movements, he was immediately shocked and showed a look of disbelief.

His figure was so familiar, even though he was bald and shaved off, his face and neck were tattooed with dense symbols and words. But Orta still recognized him at a glance, the stepfather who had been with him for more than half a year, Leo.

"Father-in-law...... He hid in a temple in the city of Kurhea and became a monk. Orta thought in shock.

After a short time, the monks walked back to the corner gate in a line after chanting the prayer, and the gravediggers tied up their body bags and carried them out, and then a loud voice sounded again in the gladiatorial arena, and began to introduce the names and achievements of the next group of war slaves......

The gladiatorial fight would not end until the evening, and it seemed that it would be impossible for Leo to return to the temple with the other monks until it was over, so Ota took a look at the sky and left the gladiatorial arena.

When he returned to the forging shop, he found that Lily was also there, saying that he was not feeling well and asked for leave in advance to find Ellie, seeing that his lively appearance was simply pretending to be sick, and he just ran out to play when he was bored, and Ota smiled and entered the secret room without exposing her.

"Isn't the cooperation with the Forging Association over today?Why is Ota still going to forge, let him come out and talk to us for a while, how boring it is to stay in it alone. Lily smiled at Ellie when she saw Ota enter the secret room.

"He's just like to tinker with those things, and he doesn't listen to what he's said many times, and he doesn't say anything about accompanying me......" Ellie grumbled.

In the back of the chamber, a clanging sound sounded, and Ota began to calm down to learn the dwarven forging secrets, the seven patterns were very attractive to him, and crucially, they could also help him alleviate the abnormalities in his body.

The sound of hitting was intermittent, and when he encountered something incomprehensible, Ota stopped and took out the cheats from the gap in the belt, spread it on the side of the forging table and watched it carefully, and after several times in a row, he felt very inconvenient, thinking that this was in the secret room, and there were sisters and aunts and others selling goods outside, and they generally did not come in to disturb themselves, so they no longer put it away, but put it in the upper corner of the slope to facilitate their own viewing, which was really much more convenient.

It was dark and there were no customers at the forge shop, so Yuna and Elle began to tidy up the counter.

Lily on the side also wanted to help, and was persuaded by Ellie: "It's okay soon, you go and ask Otago to prepare for us to go back, every time he extinguishes the charcoal furnace and cleans up the casting table, he comes out the slowest one." ”

"Oh," Lily said as she reached the corner door and walked in, "Ota ......"

Elle and the others generally don't enter the secret room, because the smoke of the iron ore inside is a little choking, and besides, women are all beauty-loving, and their faces will be stained with black ash after entering and coming out, so they knock on the door to let Ota come out, and after a long time, Ota is also used to not interfering in the door.

Only today, Orta carelessly forgot about Lily's existence and forgot to insert the door, but she walked in without knocking. (To be continued.) )