Seeing the two of them walking into the study, a happy smile appeared on the old housekeeper's face, and he quickly got up and raised his hand to signal. "You're the one I'd like to see the most, Zal, come, sit down......" he said, taking out three glasses from the wine cabinet behind him, along with a bottle of wine with an amber sheen, "don't look too formal, there's no need for that here!"

Zar and the half-elf smiled back and sat down in the chairs across from their desks. Alev, who was standing next to him, saw that the work was done, and that the old butler was in a very good mood, so he took his leave at the right time. "Sir, if nothing else, I'll step back first. ”

"No," the old butler nodded to him, "and leave it to me, hard work, Alev." ”

At this time, Kadius glanced at Alev, turned his head and said: "You have an extremely good secretary, and his ability is impressive. ”

The old butler poured the wine for a moment, then laughed, and Aleph smiled more gracefully. "Of course, it's not that I want to boast about my men," he said, glancing approvingly at Aleph, "Of all the gladiatorial arenas on the gimbal, Alev must be the best secretary and manager!"

He poured himself a glass at the end. "Otherwise, wouldn't the two gentlemen think that an old fellow like me would still have the energy to run the entire 'Crystal Cloud Bridge'?" hahaha......" he laughed.

"You are too modest, sir. Aleph smiled and saluted.

"Alright, alright, let's get busy. The old butler waved his hand and said.

"Yes, sir. Aleph nodded to Zal and Kadius. Then he took a few steps back, gently closed the door, and retreated.

The old butler sat back in his chair relaxedly. "He's a nice young man. Competent, loyal, and capable......" he said, glancing in the direction of the door. In fact, from a certain point of view, Casavalon was trained by Aleph as a successor. After all, in terms of human lifespan, the old butler has reached the age when it is time to think about this aspect.

"Alright, let's not talk about that," Casavalon's eyes looked at the half-elf with a smile and an inquiring look. "So this gentleman who has met once is ?......"

Naturally, Zar picked up the conversation. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce you, this is my trainer......"

"Just call me Cadius. Dear Sir. The half-elf stretched out his hand and shook the old butler, who exclaimed, "This is the palm of Martial Master Zhang, you have taught a good disciple." Mr. Cadius. ”

"Huh. Thank you for the compliment," the half-elf smiled and glanced at Zal, "but if he could be a little more obedient, he would have been stronger." ”

Casavaloon laughed with the half-elves, while Zar simply shrugged his shoulders in protest. “...... How's your injury, Zal? Your condition that day was a little worrying. He said. "I even considered whether I should bring a doctor and visit my home, even though that would seem abrupt. ”

"It's nothing serious, and it should be healed in a few days. Zal said, raising his arm.

"That couldn't be better. Casavalon nodded in reassurance. "Once again, thank you for bringing Mademoiselle back safe and sound," he thanked him solemnly, "and nothing is more important than Mademoiselle's safety, and the Efaran family owes you a favor, dear Monsieur Zal." ”

"You're so gracious, Mr. Casavallon. Zal tried to stop him, but the old butler saluted earnestly, then smiled and shook his head.

"Alright, we'll leave the words of thanks later," he said, taking the slightly restrained subject in a different direction, "let's get down to business," the old man folded his hands in front of him and leaned back in his chair with a calm demeanor. "I am very happy that you have chosen Crystal Cloud Bridge as your sponsor. In fact, I've been looking forward to your arrival. ”

The old butler looked at Zar and said. "Like I said before, I can guarantee that you can get a very decent contract here. His temperament gradually changed, fading the kindness hidden between smiles and wrinkles, and slowly changing from an amiable old man to a powerful person who controlled a top gladiatorial arena and even the affairs of a wealthy family.

"My promise remains the same," Casavalon continued, nodding his forehead, "but I also know that you are a low-key young man, calm, restrained, powerful, and ......," he said, smiling, "in Mademoiselle's words, you are full of secrets, countless secrets. He laughed at the end, and looked at Zar with the half-elf.

"That's true, if you have to say that. Zar spread his palms without denying it.

"Since we all have a certain understanding of each other, let's bypass the temptation or politeness of wasting time and get straight to the point," the old butler greeted Zal and Cadius respectively with his gaze, and after getting the other party's approving gaze, he said, "As a sponsor, I have prepared a set of plans, if you don't mind, you might as well listen to it and start talking on this basis, I don't know what to do?"

Zar and the half-elf glanced at each other, and the latter raised his palm. "Speak. ”

The old butler nodded, took out a piece of parchment with handwriting written on it from the drawer, and laid it on the table. "You defeated Daoud of the 'Spiked Caravan', although it didn't take much effort, but he still has some strength. He tapped lightly on the table, "Also, as far as I know, you are still a 'Viper Hunter', and I also learned from the young lady that you killed a 'Hand of Judgment' in the 'Hidden Tilt'......"

He raised his voice and looked up at Zal, waiting to see if the other party would directly deny the last one, but after a moment, he continued with a smile. "Taken together, I believe that you have every ability to get a subsidy contract with a weekly salary of 1,500 silver tables. ”

The half-elf nodded imperceptibly. In fact, the price offered by the other party is very superior, because the latter two items are not disclosed. In other words, it is difficult to carry out large-scale pre-competition promotion as a promotional point. Especially the last one. It's impossible to spread it out anyway.

And the weekly salary of 1,500 silver tables, if you change someone, you can sign a top 50 gladiator, instead of spending it on the unknown Zhal.

The other party's sincerity was very strong, and Cadius thought of this, and turned his head to look at Zal, who considered it for a moment. "So, and then?" he asked, laughing with the half-elf. Of course, Casavallon, who was sitting opposite, also smiled.

"That's right, then! you're a lovely lad!" said the old butler, laughing, taking a sip from his glass, and gesturing to the two of them with satisfaction. "Don't leave it there still. Taste it, it's a great wine that's hard to come by!" he said, "and then, it's very simple, you just have to make a choice." ”

Zal picked up the glass and took a sip. "What choice?" he asked.

"Mademoiselle told me not to dig too much into your secrets," a loving look appeared on Casavallon's face, "but no. Who made me such a curious old fellow?"

"Praise Gorintia, and so do I!" said Kadius, raising his glass. Saluted the old butler, who happily touched his glass and took a sip.

"If you don't want to reveal your strength too much, this 1,500 silver platform funding contract, you only need to sign your name, and it will take effect immediately, and I won't ask more about other things. The old butler put down the wine glass and said very sincerely, "If you think you can consider it and reveal some more, then I can also guarantee that the final contract will be commensurate with your strength and will not shrink a little." ”

His voice paused, and his tone became serious. "In the meantime, what you say in this room will never reach the ears of others, including my master, Miss Adjani. As he spoke, he pressed his two emaciated palms to the table, "I pledge to this in my honor." ”

Zar's expression grew serious when he heard this, and he turned to look at Cadius, whose brow furrowed. In fact, after returning from Zal, he briefly described to the half-elves what had happened in the past two days, even the rescue of the girl from the Efaran family.

However, the performance of the opponent's great sincerity is a completely different level than the hole cards that Zal is holding in his hand. After a long time, the half-elf nodded as if he had made a difficult decision, and at the expectant gaze of the old butler, Zar let out a breath and the words sounded.

"I'm sorry, sir, I need to correct a mistake," said Zar in a low voice, looking at the old butler, "I killed the 'Hand of Judgment', but three, not one......"

"Three?!" Casavalon's waist suddenly straightened, and he repeated with some surprise.

Zal nodded in the affirmative. "Counting the ones killed before, there are three in all," he said, "one is a knight of order named Raman, and the other two I don't know the name of, ice vein mages from St. Slan and a Rogkan man with a halberd......" Zar paused and continued, "I'm sure if you were to investigate, it should not be difficult to find that they have disappeared from the 'Hand of Judgment'. ”

"No need to check," Casavalon waved his hand, "I've actually dealt with both of those guys, and they often appear together, the mage's name is Lopero, and the Rogcan's name is Belda...... And the dead Raman, ha, I finally know who did it!" The old butler's eyebrows twitched, and he seemed very happy, "Do you want me to say, Well done, Zal! These guys are real villains!"

After Casavalon finished speaking, he looked down at the parchment on the table. "I'm sorry, Zhar, but this contract is really not worth mentioning in the face of your strength. As he spoke, he tore up the high-paying contract worth fifteen hundred silver tables and in the eyes of many gladiators and threw it into the trash.

Casavalon knows very well what the "hand of adjudication" represents. This group of guys is either the loser of the final stage of the arena, or the ruthless characters with superior strength on the gimbal, and being able to defeat them or even kill them is already the best proof of strength.

In addition, the deeper meaning is that if you dare to make a move against the minions of the archon, and kill three in a row, there will be no room for relaxation between the two of them.

In other words, while Zal can get shelter from the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" after signing the contract, it is tantamount to getting the most loyal blade for the Efaran family, who are determined to oust the Frion family from the throne. Such cooperation is simply the most perfect mutually beneficial relationship, so it is not surprising that the old butler would be so happy after hearing such a message.

"You're impressive, Zal," the old butler simply took a blank contract from the drawer, placed it on the table, and then leaned forward with his elbows, "don't tell me there are other surprises waiting for me!"

"Of course. Zar smiled and continued, "I have two mental skills," his eyes suddenly flashed a red circle of light under Casavalon's gaze, and slowly turned. "One insulates all sensations and improves insight, and the other dramatically improves muscle strength and control. As he spoke, he raised his palms, and a terrifying muscle texture shook like ripples.

The old butler gradually opened his mouth, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, but before he could speak, the voice of the half-elf came at the same time. "We still have the best healing medicine," he said, "whether it's physical or magical, in the same amount of time, we can scab over when you can stop the bleeding, we can heal when you get up, and we'll be able to slice open your chest with a weapon while you're still recovering from training......"

A murderous look appeared on his face. "The more intense the battle and the tighter the schedule, the greater our advantage!" he said, "I'm sure that as the best arena manager, you should know what that means!"

Casavallon, who was sitting across from him, was stunned, rubbing his cheeks, a little unsure of what to say. Of course, he knew what such a healing pill and such a mental skill represented! This is a complete war machine! It is almost a war machine born for the arena!

"No wonder you can kill Daoud in an instant, no wonder you can sit down in front of me in a cycle, as if healed!" Casavalon roared excitedly, if Aleph was present, he would have been so shocked that he would have dropped his chin on the ground when he saw the old butler now! "For the sake of the Lord God, I'm extremely glad that I can keep you in the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge', hahaha!" he laughed and said, "Otherwise, it would be a bit troublesome to be an opponent with you......"

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly stopped, looking in surprise at Zar and the half-elf, who were still smiling mysteriously. "What? Is there anything else? It's not all?!" he said in a loud voice, a little incredulous.

Cadius picked up the bottle on the table and poured himself another glass, and who had shocked the master of the study so much that he had forgotten to refill his guests?" ......he said to Zar.

At the moment when Casavalon turned his gaze to Zhal, a thick smoke miasma burst out of Zal's left hand! In an instant, those gray breaths swirled and tumbled, rubbing the air, bringing out a terrifying roar, gathering into a long and dull knife, which was held in Zal's hand.

With a "bang", the old butler brought down the seat behind him and stood up suddenly, his silver hair trembling slightly, and his eyes radiated ecstasy, but there was still some horror. "This is God! This is ......."

"I still have the 'power of blessing' that no one else has in the whole of Wind Cliff City!" Zar raised his head, looked directly at Casavalon on the spot, and whispered, "But rest assured, it is not from Burning Hell, but from the Supreme Heaven!" (To be continued......