There is no such thing as a free lunch, and no one will give him money for free, Zar smiled inquiringly, quietly looking at Leila across the desk, waiting for her answer. Sure enough, the other party's voice soon rang out again. "Zal, what do you think of the patron?" Leila asked.

"Somebody's paying, somebody's contributing......" Zar shrugged, in fact he hadn't discussed the matter with the half-elves.

"That's right, I love the analogy," Lyla smiled, "The winner of the 'Blood Arena' is never just a matter of strength and luck. A scimitar from an elven craftsman can turn you back, a dwarven armorsmith's defense can keep you alive, detailed information will let you know your opponent's information in advance, and a good training environment and diet will keep you in better shape......"

She folded her hands in front of her as she spoke, at this time, she was a good hunting ground coordinator, not a young Moon Demon girl. "And all of this requires money, untold amounts of money...... As a result, there were sponsors. "As a contestant, you don't want to have your weapon cut off by better equipment......, right?

Zal nodded in understanding, and he wasn't crazy enough to think he could beat opponents with his bare hands against opponents who might be armed to the teeth. "What do I get, and what do they get?" asked Zal.

"The sponsor will cover all your expenses during the event, and in turn, you will be able to make them a lot of money or whatever else they want. Leila paused for a moment and added, "Zal, don't underestimate the quinquennial 'Blood Arena'. It may seem to you as just an escape from Windy Cliffs, but for many more, it's not that simple. ”

Leila put her hands on the table. "The 'Blood Arena' that has lasted for hundreds of years in Wind Cliff City has spawned dozens of professional gladiatorial arenas for the 'Conviction Cloud Terrace'. They usually organize matchmaking events, and as long as it's the five-year season, they reach out to all possible competitors in advance. and pull it under his command. ”

"Smaller ones will earn a decent amount of ticket revenue from the fighters they sponsor, and the larger ones will involve gambling and late-game fighter trading......," Leila explains, "and for them, funding is also an investment behavior, and if their fighters do well in the finals, they can sell their champions to higher organizations, families, or even top gladiatorial arenas within the trading period." ”

Leila looked at Zal very seriously. "As for those forces who stand at the top of the gimbal, their purpose is even more complicated. She said, "Some are for huge bonuses, some are for showing strength, some are for stopping threatening fighters and currying favor with the archons......" The moon demon squinted slightly, as if to suggest, "and some are to reshuffle the power......

Zal listened. There was a sudden light in his eyes, but he didn't interject. Leila took a deep breath. Go on. "In short, the quinquennial 'Blood Arena' is no longer just entertainment," she said, "and it's a tournament that involves political wrestling between several families, power rivalries between countless forces, an all-night frenzy of nearly 100,000 residents, and, to mention." Astronomical silver ......"

Lyra finished speaking, but Zal's brow furrowed. "Then this unsigned voucher of three thousand five hundred silver tables......" he did not continue.

"It's nothing, you can take it as a gesture of goodwill. Leila smiled gracefully. "So that when you choose a sponsor, you can remember that someone has made a good impression on you in advance!"

Zal raised an eyebrow and joked. "Shouldn't I order more?!"

Lyra's brisk laugh rang out. But soon made a disgruntled grimace. "Forget it, Zal, in order to make an impression on you, you will have to pay more than 3,000 silver tables! This is already a sky-high price, okay!" she protested, "For the sake of the Lord God, why is no one willing to use money to make a good impression on me!"

"Okay, okay...... I'd be ashamed if you said that. Zar shook the two redemption vouchers in his hand and pocketed them along with the "Viper Shield" that had just arrived. "Now, should I ask with gratitude who gave me this 'good impression' through the lovely Lyla?"

"That's right!" the Moon Demon nodded with satisfaction, "But you should know who my boss is, it's too easy to ask......"

Zal was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of the actual master of the "Left Ear Hunting Ground". "The Efaran family ......," he said.

Leila on the other side nodded. "Actually, I'm not speaking for my boss, in fact, this is indeed your best choice, because 'Efaran' has the purest motives, and has the top gladiatorial arena in the entire PTZ, as for the reason, you know ......"

The meaning of the Moon Demon is very clear to Zar, because the Efaran family has only one purpose, which is to make their fighters champions and push the current archons off the throne. So they will only do their best to train the players they sponsor, the question is only whether you have the strength to become their sponsor.

As for the training environment and Yintai, as a direct subordinate of the Lord of Wind Cliff City, and even in charge of the "Left Ear Hunting Ground", it is impossible for such a family to be short of money.

Zal thought, a strange question popping into his head. "You run a hunting ground, and if you find a hunter with investment potential, you will start first...... Is there something wrong with this?......

Leila fiddled with the ends of her purple hair and tilted her head slightly. "There's no way around it, the competition for the best contestants is too fierce," she said, "and in order to avoid malicious scramble, according to the level of financial resources, the lord of the castle strictly stipulates the maximum number of fighters allowed to be owned by the sponsors who hold the 'funding certificate'." ”

She paused and added. "For example, the Efaran family can fund up to ten fighters, which is already the highest amount on the gimbal. "What's more, for a 'Viper' hunter like you who wants to participate in the arena, the initiative in choosing the sponsor is not actually on the funder's side." ”

"What does that mean?" said Zar.

"Because you have the right to ask the hunting ground to reveal your identity as a 'viper hunter'. "And as the hunting ground itself, there's a special promotion ceremony for the new Viper Hunter." "If you do," she said, "tomorrow your hut will be completely crushed by the swarming agents!"

"Is that an exaggeration?!" said Zal.

"Of course! there are no secrets in Windcliff. Even in the hunting grounds, your information will be immediately put on the tables of all the sponsors, in the hands of every headhunter......" Leila looked at Zal and laughed, "Dear Zal, they will use all kinds of methods to win you, maybe there will be beautiful women!" the moon demon said, laughing brightly.

Zal waved his hand awkwardly. "Forget it......," he said, "and what do you suggest I do?"

Leila shrugged her shoulders lightly. "If it's my suggestion. Of course, choose not to make it public. "While going public will get you a sponsor as soon as possible, it's hard to get a contract that pays well, because a title doesn't represent strength." She looked at Zal seriously, "Only after the first game do you have real capital to bargain." ”

Leila said, pausing. "Of course. I can only give relevant advice, how to choose. It's up to you to decide. She concluded.

"Then don't make it public," a confident smile appeared on Zal's face, "I believe I can sell myself for a good price!"

"I knew you'd choose!" Layla clapped her hands happily.

"Yes, you know me. "That's right, plus the points for this mission." Where am I now?" he was sure he was in the top 200, but it was not clear where he would be.

Leila frowned slightly and was silent for a moment. "About 130," she said. "There are still ten days to go, and the hunter leaderboard will be frozen, and then enter the arena registration period. It shouldn't change much of your position, and it's safe to say that you've got the right to compete. ”

"That's enough!" said Zar, flapping the cloak in front of him relaxedly and rising from his chair. "Well, I think I've learned enough. He nodded solemnly to the Moon Demon, "Thank you, Lyra, you've helped me a lot." ”

Leila shook her head completely nonchalantly. "Remember, Zal, no matter who you choose as your sponsor, only strength is your biggest bargaining chip. She laughed as she spoke, gesticulating a cheering motion. "Come on, Zhar, I'll definitely go see your game!"

"Haha, I will!" Zar buttoned up his hood, "By the way, help me express my sincerest thanks to the owner of the money, he has made a very good impression on me!"

"Yes. Layla nodded.

"Thank you. With that, Zar turned and left the room.

With the soft sound of the door closing, the room returned to its original silence, but Leila, who was sitting behind her desk, smiled and turned her head to look at the wall behind her. There, a small wooden door opened silently on the wall inlaid with soundproof siding, and before anyone could come out of it, a bright voice came from the door.

"He's the Zal you've been talking about?" said a figure as she walked into Lyra's room.

She was tall, stocky, and about twenty years old. Her long brown blonde hair hung lazily down her ears, and under her long eyelashes were a pair of crystal clear black eyes, but the gaze inside was a little aggressively sharp. Her skin is a delicate rosy color, and you can see the blood and vitality flowing underneath.

She wears a pair of low-heeled boots in cooked cowhide, dark leggings and a short leather jacket, which outline her silhouette as delicate as marble and undulating as waves. Her movements were agile and lively, shining with a wild brilliance, as if the whole room was lit up in an instant with her arrival.

"Yes, Miss, he's Zal. Leila smiled and left the chair and gave it to the girl who had just come in.

The girl pulled her chair aside and glanced at Leila in feigned anger. "You made me run from the third floor to the first floor just for him?"

"I'm sorry, miss, I didn't expect him to come today to settle the mission......" Layla stuck out her tongue mischievously, "But he's really become a 'Viper Hunter'!" the Moon Demon sat down on the desk very unassumingly, "I said he would be able to do it!" she said, taking out a stack of papers from the drawer and handing them over. "This is all the information about his mission in the hunting grounds. ”

The girl waved her hand impatiently, but did not take it. "Just tell me what you think, Lyle......" she said, "I'm not interested in reading any of these things." ”

"Okay!" Leila said as she thought as she held the file in her arms and looked up at the rooftop, "Eighteen months into the hunting grounds, and successfully promoted to 'Viper Hunter...... If I were to evaluate it, he was calm, sharp, stable, extremely restrained, and clear-minded, and he was an extremely rare and excellent hunter. With that, she returned her gaze to the girl.

The girl's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, revealing a strange smile. "It's the first time I've heard such a high evaluation from your mouth, Lyle......"

Leila straightened up suddenly, her burgundy eyes lit up. "Of course, because Zal is a good man!"

The girl glared at the moon demon and shook her head. "We don't need good people, Lei'er," she said, with a hint of banter on her face, "especially on the gimbal......

"I should say, a good guy with a lot of strength!" Leila immediately added.

The girl tilted her head and looked directly at Lyla. "So, do you think this guy named Zal deserves to be the focus of attention?" she asked, "give me your answer, I trust your judgment." ”

Leila listened, biting her lip slightly, as if thinking seriously about the question, and after a long time, she nodded firmly to the girl. "It's worth it. ”

"That's good. As if she had made a decision, the girl patted the arm of the chair, "I'll give you the order, and let's see if this Zar can make us shine at the start of the game." She said, suddenly pretending to be vicious, "If you're mistaken, my little Lai'er, I'm going to find a way to punish you well!"

"No, miss, I'm just a recommender......" Leila furrowed her eyebrows pitifully and quickly raised her hands, "If I have time, can I regret it?......"

"Sorry, it's late!" said a bright and cheerful laugh from the room.

Outside the hunting grounds, Zal, who was walking in the alley, suddenly sneezed several times in a row. "Hell...... What's going on today......" he rubbed his nose and muttered. "This doesn't bode well ......" (to be continued......