As Cadius said, "It's not over." ”

In other words, everyone on the gimbal who has watched or heard about that game knows that this matter is not over at all. No one can offend the authority of the consuls in public, and get out of the way. However, the same consensus falls on different people, but it has the opposite performance.

As the party to the incident, Zal's side, the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" of the Efaran family, put all the focus on treating Zal's injuries. Almost everyone knows that "Poison" Casavalon has called all the well-known doctors on the platform for this, and all kinds of rare and precious medicines have been drunk into Zal's stomach or smeared on his body at any cost.

It wasn't until later that many doctors simply did not accept the consultation fee, and many drug suppliers only asked for a cost price to help "Crystal Cloud Bridge" tide over the difficulties as much as possible. And the more ordinary people, who could not help much, paid the highest tribute to the Efaran family, which not all gladiatorial arenas could do for a seriously wounded gladiator, and at this point, the family deserved the respect of the world.

As a few gladiatorial arenas that participated in that battle but appeared as accomplices, they all kept their mouths shut except for being taught a good lesson by Casavalon. Because they all received money, a very considerable compensation and a share of the ticket betting, and on top of that, they took a commission to kill Zal. Therefore, most of them chose to watch from the sidelines, secretly regarded Zal as their main target, and waited for the next instructions from the "master".

As for the gladiators who died under his command, they died when they died, and it was really not a big deal to die on the gimbal. There are no gladiators, that's easy to do, just find it from the free contestants in the preliminary stage, it's very simple.

And their master, the consul who masterminded the events. It's so calm that it feels unbelievable. After that, the entire Consul's Mansion did not send a single message related to the next stage of the arena, as if they had completely forgotten about it, but chose to remain silent, allowing the strange atmosphere to spread on the platform.

Unlike those who actually witnessed it, many of the spectators appeared as spectators. But there are not so many thoughts or concerns. Just after that melee promotion match, the residents of the entire gimbal were basically in a state of frenzy, they had never seen such a crazy and bloody match, let alone such a special gladiator.

Man is a very strange animal, regardless of race, when they see a "kind" who turns an impossible thing into a real feat. Their emotions will change from ridicule and sarcasm at first, to shock, fear, and finally to these complex emotions into irrational pursuit and worship.

Especially for a group of former villains. For the Yuntai residents who now live in the carnivorous forest, this is even more simple and crude. Here, whoever is strong is the boss, who is strong, and he still maintains a sense of mystery, he is a star. And so, Zal became a star, almost with some kind of anti-heroism. Or you may be trapped in a gimbal and lose your freedom. A superstar full of tragedy.

But Zar won't know about all this, because he has just woken up, and he has finally picked up his life, and he really doesn't have the heart to care about other things. And Casavalon, who got the same news the next day, finally showed their long-lost smiles after a long time.

After that, it's simpler. Just recuperate quietly. Indeed, thanks to the huge resources of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge", Zhal's injuries are recovering at an astonishing speed under the conditioning of the half-elves, and it is believed that it will not be long before he can return to the state before the serious injury.

In short, in this hot and cold atmosphere. The topic of the Blood Arena and Zal continued for more than ten days, and everyone's enthusiasm did not decrease in the slightest. But this time, no one is urging the official to come up with the schedule for the preliminary stage as soon as possible, and everyone knows that there is no need to rush this matter at all, just wait quietly and see.

"It's not over ......"

............

It was an ordinary morning, and the residents of Shell Lane woke up early, as usual, pushed open the window, prepared for breakfast, and got to work about the day. Murder, accounting, gambling, prostitution...... Or maybe a few drinks and talk about the arena? Anything, anyway, the life of the PTZ will never be too boring.

But their good mood was soon shattered by a scream that punctured their eardrums.

"What did you say—!!"

Many people immediately frowned, slammed the door and shouted loudly.

"Damn it! It's still good morning! For the sake of the Lord God!"

"If you want to die, can't you choose a quieter way......

"Hell, you've been howling for days! It's been days! Please, die quickly, okay......"

“......”

When they saw the direction of the voice, they sighed to themselves and closed the door again. Because that small courtyard is arguably the strangest place in the whole Shell Alley. It occupies a small area, and there is no gate on the courtyard wall surrounded by a wooden fence, and even the steps that can be seen now suddenly appeared one night.

If that's not weird, there's even more exaggerated. In fact, to date, no one knows who lives inside, and even the visitors who come here wear dark hooded cloaks that hide their faces from the airtight.

It can be said that the residents of Shell Lane do not have a good opinion of the owner of this courtyard. What's more, in recent times, especially at night, they can often hear hoarse roars. The Lord God was above, and the sound sounded like a "demonic laugh", enough to make people's hearts beat and want to flee this alley immediately.

Moreover, there are more and more mysterious people coming and going here. If possible, they really hope that the sound just now represents some kind of death, so that the former peace can return to everyone's life as soon as possible.

However, I hope this thing is always extremely beautiful, but the reality is always the opposite. Not only did the man who uttered that scream not die, but he had just brushed shoulders with death - sorry, in the face of death. He was equally unpopular.

At this time, Zal was sitting on the bed, staring at the box next to him, which only needed two hands to hold. In fact, he jerked up when he saw what was inside. As for what's inside the box, okay. Inside was a neatly folded gown.

Strictly speaking, it was an unusually elegant dress. A scarf and silk shirt made of white silk were stacked, a white linen bodice, a black ribbon waist, and a long coat embroidered with dark stripes and hems on a black background. By the way, there is also a pair of legging dress pants and a pair of pointed-toe boots next to it.

With almost just one glance, Zal could be sure that the gown was all haute couture made by goblin tailors. Look at the silver collar on the coat and the matching cufflinks, when he lived in the Oak Palace, most of Zal's daily clothes were taken care of by the court tailors. There is also a small selection of casual or fashionable clothing, which is made by the goblin tailors of the capital. So he is really familiar with the details of the dress in front of him.

But what really surprised him was not the dress itself, but the words spoken by Adjani on the other side. “...... Are you sure you're not looking for the wrong person?" Zar looked the girl up and down with a strange expression, "You want me to accompany you to the drinking party......?! Forget it, for the sake of you and I knowing each other and calling each other 'friends'. You'd better kill me, really. ”

Sitting at the small table, Casavalo and the half-elves were concerned about something else. "Tut-tut...... Look at the speed at which it just bounces off the bed!" Kadius exclaimed. "Looks like this kid is recovering well, it's far beyond my expectations!"

He touched his glass and took a sip with Casavallon, who nodded approvingly. "That's right, it's nice to be young!" said the two of them, with plates of dried fruit, cheese, and sliced freshly toasted bread in front of them. These were originally breakfasts brought to everyone by Adjani and Casavallon. However, after the half-elf took out a bottle of good wine, it completely turned into a drinking snack for the two of them.

"Of course it's no ordinary drinking party!" Adjani protested, "it's the patron's reception that takes place at the Archon's Mansion before the start of each Arena preliminaries......"

Before the girl could finish, Zar raised her hand to interrupt her. "I'm sorry. My eldest lady, if that's the case, I can't go. He smiled wryly and said, "Do you want me to be cut into pieces by the Black Blade Guards or the Hands of Judgment who rushed out, and hang it on the head of the city to dry slowly?" He subconsciously wanted to rub the corners of his forehead, but he ran into a wound that had not yet healed, and grinned in pain. "The Lord God is above, I just stepped on someone's foot, it's not good to take the initiative to come to the door to receive death!"

As soon as Zar finished speaking, the half-elf burst out laughing. "Who do you think the Archon is?" he quipped, "and if he really wanted to kill you, I am afraid you would not have walked out of the arena alive that day." The half-elf's words were a little sarcastic, "These adults always care about something that is completely useless to us, almost equivalent to life to him, do you know what it is?"

Of course Zal knew, but before he could speak, Casavalon picked up. "Identity!"

"That's right, identity!" The half-elf touched the wine glass with the old butler again, and the two of them took a sip happily, "What position is the person, what identity is the matter, for our archon, don't kill you with a reputation, it's too much!"

"Well done...... So my opponent is so 'reasonable'......" Zar said a little weakly, in fact, he wanted to say that if you knew that I had touched the most secret details of this lord, I am afraid that I would not say so. However, he did not intend to involve the others, because the threat from Blazej was like a sharp blade hanging over his head, and he did not dare to take this risk.

Perhaps tired of standing, Adjani sat down in the chair next to Gavila, and the veil that had covered her face was removed from the side of the girl, and her long brown and blonde hair hung down to the side of her face. "If it is the usual practice in previous years, this reception should announce the schedule of the preliminary stage, so it is necessary for us to go there. ”

Casavalon added at the same time. "And, in general, the Patron Drinks will also involve some gladiator transfer deals between gladiatorial arenas, so how much does the Archon hate you...... No, hate us, and it's unlikely that you'll do it on this occasion. ”

Zar struggled at the end. "Does it have to be me?......

"Of course!" Adjani said, her voice raised, "each patron can bring one of his gladiators to participate, and you can't leave me and Mr. Casavalon alone." The girl glared at Zhal, "You are the only gladiator in the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge', who will go if you don't go?"

Naturally, Zar turned his gaze to Gavila, but the Wood Elf snorted dryly, and Zar automatically retracted. "And what's going on with this dress?...... How do you know my size?" he simply changed the subject.

Adjani looked at the wood elves with approving eyes. "Of course Sister Gavira helped!" he leaned his head on Gavila's shoulder, but to Zal's surprise, Gavila didn't object, and still fiddled with the dagger to herself! For Golintia's sake, Zal has a new understanding of the speed of progress in the friendship between women.

"You ......" Zar looked at Gavira as he spoke, and the latter glanced at him and said unusually succinctly, "I'm an Assassin." "That's right, it's enough to have this answer, an assassin who is proficient in assassination martial arts, has an almost instinctive perception of the body, let alone provide a little tailor-made information.

At that moment, the half-elf also spoke. "Go ahead, Zal, your injuries are fine. He looked at Zal as if he had a hint of something, "It's also good to have more exposure to things that aren't related to combat, training, or killing, it's enough for you." ”

Zal was stunned for a moment, nodded slowly, and compromised. "Okay, I'll just go. ”

"That's great!" Adjani cheered, seemingly very happy with the result, but faster, she raised the corners of her mouth, smiled and asked, "Since you agreed, as my male companion, if there is a need for etiquette guidance, I can provide it for free!"

On the other side, the half-elf smiled and winked at Casavallon. "Looks like you're going to be 'unemployed,' my old fellow!" the old butler was stunned for a moment, and then laughed with the half-elf.

However, Zal sat on the bed board and gave an unusually standard rejection to the girl who fantasized about becoming her mentor. "Thank you, my lady, but you shouldn't need to......" he said, lowering his forehead and keeping his gaze straight.

Adjani's eyes lit up. "This is the first time this has been a surprise? I'm getting more and more curious about your past, Zal. ”

"Don't worry, I won't tell you. Zal said with a smile.

"Thank you!" the girl shook her long hair and met Zal's gaze, "Well, we'll pick you up tomorrow night, and you won't run away temporarily!"

Zal shook his head. "No, I swear in the name of the gods!" he added in his heart, hoping that you would send me back safely...... (To be continued.) )

PS: Happy holidays, everyone, it's the winter solstice!