After the Battle of the Spiked Caravan, Zar was dragged by Cadius and went to the "Treasure Cove of Rivigaz" as soon as possible. In the words of the half-elves, it's time to put the goblins to work. I have to say that the meeting that took place in the study of Treasure Bay left an unusually deep impression on Zal. It's hard for you to imagine what a "sinister" picture it will be when two bottomless, cunning guys get together and discuss the same thing that they are very interested in each other.

If Jean Zar had said that, he would have thought that the two guys were not talking about a deal at all, but an outright conspiracy. What made him even more speechless was that he, as a party concerned, was directly excluded, as if it had nothing to do with him.

As for the final result, the half-elf laughed and was completely drunk, and Zar could only carry him back to the hut, and the goblin, when Zar looked at the goblin behind the desk for the last time, he saw a pair of large sparkling eyes, and an eerie, "demon" smile. Such a scene couldn't help but make Zar feel a little cold all over his body, and quickly left the Treasure Bay with the half-elf on his back.

The next day, when Zar asked the half-elf what to do after he woke up, the half-elf said only one sentence - just wait. As a result, Zar naturally returned to his usual life, physical strengthening, mental toughness, chaos force training, and offensive and defensive tactical training with Gavila.

The Wood Elf didn't show much interest in Zal's first victory, just a "hmm" as an answer, as if victory was normal, and defeat was the real joke.

For the next few days, the half-elf's cabin was as calm as ever, while Zar quietly waited for the second round of the draw to be grouped. But what he doesn't know is how much impact he has brought to the outside world because of his war.

In the audience, or other people's propaganda, consciously or unconsciously, many details about the battle were widely circulated on the gimbal. For example, a novice who has no patron kills a veteran of two times in an instant, for example, that game is unbelievably fast, for example, the gladiator doesn't even use a weapon, for example, the boss of the "Spiked Caravan" is beaten to the brink of bankruptcy in the first battle...... Wait a minute.

However, one thing that can be verified in these word-of-mouth messages is that the owner of the "Spike Caravan" is indeed going bankrupt. After all the initial investment was lost. In despair, Tuze found that even if all the ticket revenue and gaming revenue after the day's share were condensed, it would not be able to erase the huge deficit in the market.

The weirdest thing about this is that, in addition to a small number of normal bets to buy away wins, there are also several almost sky-high bets that appear behind Zal. From seven or eight hundred silver tables to thousands of silver platforms, according to the odds of the day, these money cannot be repaid unless they sell their gladiatorial arenas. So Tuze completely collapsed, and he had to accept a fact. This battle not only wiped out the entire new season, but also put everything into itself.

This fact that can be obtained by casual inquiry seems to make Zal even more mysterious in the minds of many gladiatorial arenas. One thing they were sure of was that the gladiator must have had a lot of strength, it was just a matter of how powerful he was, and whether it was necessary to win him over.

But their reserve didn't last even a day before it was destroyed by another sudden news - "The Poison Master Casavaron personally invited him. However, the other party did not immediately agree to join. At this moment, not only the audience who was keen on gossip couldn't sit still. Even the bosses of the major gladiatorial arenas couldn't sit still.

Who is Casavalon? The boss of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" and the chief steward of the Efaran family, when this old gentleman was calling for wind and rain in the "Blood Arena", many of today's famous gladiatorial arenas had not even been established! How vicious his vision was, would there be problems with the people he personally invited? No! Will it be inaccurate? Not even more.

What's even more incredible is that the other party didn't join right away! Oh my God. It's the same as someone picking up a bag of silver on the street and handing it over to the sheriff...... Is this guy crazy?

Soon, however, many people understood what this meant. First of all, this gladiator has nothing to do with the Efaran family at all, otherwise he would not be guilty of acting such a play for everyone on the gimbal. And more importantly. The reason why he refused, even in the first round of the preliminary round, was because he had strong confidence in his own strength, and at the same time, after an exaggerated victory, he offered a price to all the gladiatorial arenas - here I am, the question is, can you please move.

As a result, all the gladiatorial arenas on the gimbal that felt that they could play a hand at the poker table were all moved. Dozens of gladiatorial arena owners with different backgrounds and identities issued orders at the same time, which made almost no difference: Who is Zal, where does he live, and what is his background? I want his information, all the information, put it on the table for me at once!

For a while, the spies in the various gladiatorial arenas were like worker bees in a hive, pouring out of the nest and extending their tentacles to all possible channels for obtaining information. But the result of the feedback made everyone stunned on the spot, and even made this gladiator named "Zal" even more mysterious.

Because everything about him is zero! No one knows who he is, no one knows what he has done, and no one knows his true strength. The name "Zal" seems to have really become the purest "name" in an instant, it does not mean anything, it is like a blank piece of paper!

In this way, not only are the gladiatorial arenas that cast the big net more curious, but even the spectators who have been paying attention to the event have been attracted to attention, and even the focus of the first round of the entire preliminary round is not at all on the outcome of the remaining games, but on "looking for someone"!

"Could it be that this guy jumped out of the void?!!impossible!" This was the thought of many people at this time, but they quickly focused their eyes on the same direction again, because there were no secrets on the gimbal, the question was just whether you could find the right person. So, the spies in the gladiatorial arena found the "giant" among the intelligence dealers, Rivigaz of Treasure Bay.

"For the sake of the gold coins, I never let my customers down!" is the goblin quote. But this time, when groups of spies stood in front of the goblins. They saw scenes they hadn't seen in their entire lives. There was a hesitation, even a difficult expression on the face of Lord Rivigaz!

Lord God! There is something on the gimbal that Rivigaz can't sell! This is crazy! In the eyes of countless spies who are desperate and don't even know how to explain to their boss, the goblin said such a sentence for the first time, very conservatively. "I tried my best. That's the only thing I can guarantee. Then there was a reminder. "If there is intelligence, I'm afraid it will be sky-high......"

But at this time, no one cares if it's sky-high. It's like a sailor who has been floating on the sea for more than half a year, do you expect him to care about the quality of a prostitute after he goes ashore? Not at all......

I have to say that the efficiency of the goblins is still very high, and of course, the price of this piece of information is indeed sky-high. A full two thousand silver tables. No discount, no bargaining, only ten copies are sold, if you don't buy it, please leave, if you want to buy, sorry, but also sign an attached confidentiality agreement.

Even so, the ten pieces of information were sold out at lightning speed. And when the spies who paid the money, opened the envelope. When they saw the information, they saw only one line of words: "Seventeenth Viper." 122 Shell Lane. And when they had seen it, they all bowed solemnly to the goblins and thanked them repeatedly.

For those gladiatorial arenas who came late, or hesitated a little, and did not succeed in selling information, they could only be secretly depressed in the slightly mysterious and smug smiles of their peers. And so. Another legend has arisen: the intelligence of "Zal", in a word, 2,000 silver platforms, may be the first price in the history of Yuntai intelligence trading.

In addition, the bodyguard who is close to Rivigaz found out. Mr. Goblin has slowly changed his mantra over the past few days. What he likes to say most now is: "The highest level of doing business is to cheat you out of your money, and you still say thank you to me......!"

In the next few days, the calm Zar finally felt what torture is, not physical, but mental. Although there are only ten gladiatorial arenas, it is these ten gladiatorial arenas that almost perfectly interpret the highest level of lobbying.

First of all, they sent Yintai and the high-paying contracts that had already been signed, and after finding out that it didn't work well, they sent women, women of all races, of excellent color. Every time after Zar's refusal, he could sense deep pity in the half-elf's sigh.

When women didn't work either, they sent men, yes, men of excellent looks...... This time, though, Zar had the urge to kill him in the half-elf's laughter.

And for ease of access, these lobbyists even erected a comfortable and spacious staircase on the doorless wall......

Finally, after several days of bombing, Zal completely collapsed, and the training was completely impossible, and even sleeping became an extremely luxurious thing. Zar doesn't remember how many times he had seen smiling faces in the window in the middle of the night, not one, and even fewer times, when he nearly stabbed the lobbyist outside through the wall with "Sishua......

Eventually, Zar simply moved out of the hut and fled to Gavila's clinic. In fact, the Wood Elf didn't come the day after the lobbyist appeared, and in her words, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to resist killing someone on the spot.

As for which sponsor to choose, Zal has completely abandoned the choice, leaving it all to Cadius, who is enjoying himself, as long as he has a result.

It was on the sixth day after that battle that when Zar woke up in the clinic's storage room, he finally realized how precious a peaceful life really was.

However, there are some things that still need to be dealt with, such as the sharing of intelligence fees with goblins. It was impossible for Cadius to come forward in this matter, and he was still dealing with a steady stream of lobbyists. So, even if he was reluctant, Zar set off for Treasure Bay after a brief breakfast with Gavila.

It's still the study, it's still the chair, and even the wine glass I've been using hasn't changed. Zal leaned himself back on the back of the armchair, and across from the desk, the goblin was holding an eagle feather pen and writing numbers on a piece of paper. "After deducting the publicity expenses, all the income is divided in half...... It's your eight thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven silver tables......" he explained in detail, finally signing his name in the lower right corner of the voucher. "By the way, there is a discrepancy between half a silver table, and I will make up the whole number for you. He examined it carefully, tore it off with a thud, and handed it to Zal.

"Thank you......" Zar took it and put it directly in his pocket, and said a little strangely.

The goblin grinned, revealing two golden canines. "Don't thank me, dear Zal, it's always a pleasure to do business with you. He checked the eagle feather pen into the inkwell, then picked up the glass and took a sip. "What about your sponsor? My friend, do you have a choice?"

Zar gave a look of helplessness. "I'll leave it to Cadius, and I'm impatient with these people. He said.

"So, Crown Bucks, have you come looking for you?" the goblin asked the Dusail family, who were in charge of the Gimbal's "gladiatorial arena". The family was responsible for the registration of registered gladiators during the off-season period, as well as the relevant permits to open gladiatorial arenas. In other words, if they don't nod, don't even think about opening your gladiatorial arena.

Zar recalled, nodding in the affirmative. "Their lobbyists came, and they should have been the first. He said, "I only left a voucher for two thousand silver tables, said 'Crown Bucks only want the best,' and left." ”

There was a hint of sarcasm on the goblin's face. "These old things with their shelves......" he continued, tapping his fingers on the handrail, "but he's right. In fact, you can only choose between the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge' and the 'Crown Stag'......" His words stopped, "The direct subordinates of the City Lord and those minor characters who are not in the stream are not at all the same level of existence, Zhar. ”

Zar listened, hummed noncommittally, and changed the subject. "There's another thing I need your help with today," he corrected immediately, "it should be a deal, and it's a deal about intelligence." ”

The goblin's eyebrows immediately raised, and the two palms rubbed together excitedly. "Ha, dear Zal, what do you need this time? ”

"As for the information on the 'Hand of the Verdict', the members, the names, the appearances ......," said Zar, who was the most important purpose of his trip, and if possible, he wanted to get as much detail as possible from Blazei. However, he didn't want to expose his true purpose to the goblins. "It would be better if there was still a description of the strength, of course, I only need accurate information, I can't be sure, or the water is very much out of the scope of the need. ”

The goblin grinned and rested his chin on his palm. "Zal, my dear Zal...... Are you slowly discovering your target?" his voice shrivelled, "It's a good thing, though it's dangerous. ”

"And how much can you offer?" Zar didn't answer, but asked another question.

The goblin leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment. "Partly, and it will take time," he spread his palms, "you know, this kind of intelligence is not easy to gather, and it involves the core of the Archon's forces. ”

Zar nodded in understanding. "How many silver tables do you need?"

"Let's talk about it when it's collected. The goblin's answer was somewhat surprising to Zal, it wasn't his style. "Or, in other words, not in a hurry to settle the bill, my friend ......" smiled secretly, "I believe that our business should not end here." ”

Zal smiled noncommittally and stood up. "Then I'll wait for your news. He said goodbye to the goblin, and walked out of the study.

Rivigaz, on the other hand, looked at Zal's back, as if thinking about something.

Leaving Treasure Bay, Zar tightened his hooded cloak and walked out in the direction of the clinic, the first round of the preliminary round was coming to an end, and he still needed a lot of time to train for the upcoming match. But before he could go far, something strange caught his attention, and Zar found that he had been followed at some point. (To be continued......)