Excitement, excitement, ecstasy...... Haidel, who was fixed on the spot, looked at the figure behind the wooden gate, and for some reason, the previous worries and insecurity disappeared. He was sure that the figure had not changed, as sharp as it had been then, and it seemed that something had changed, like a cold blade covered with a black veil, flowing with silent power.

But at this moment, the words from the friends behind him made Haidel's attention turn in other directions. "Look! the VIP in the bread compartment has arrived!" Haider listened, and immediately looked up at the opposite side, only to see a silver-haired old man with two young girls walking in the semi-open hanging box.

The old man was dressed in a dark green robe with dark stripes, and the neat shirt stand-up collar protruded from the collar of his coat for a short time, and it was extremely ironed around his neck. Judging from his impressive silver hair, the old man was already very old, but the ruddy face exposed under the well-groomed beard gave the illusion of relative youth.

Next to him was a girl from the Moon Demon Clan, and the smile that unintentionally showed was a little naughty, fainting out the inherent vitality of a young man, as well as the cheerful and bright beauty. The other was a little more mysterious, with a veil of gold thread on her face, a pair of crystal clear black eyes on the bridge of her nose, and long languid and silky brown blonde hair.

Their presence in the arena caused quite a commotion, and many people's eyes were drawn to it, and many more lowered their voices and whispered.

"The gods are above, my eyes?!Is that the great butler of the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge', the 'Poison Casavalon'?......"

"It's him, it's him! For the sake of the Lord God, this gentleman has not been present in person. Watch the other gladiatorial arenas play up the ?......"

"Ten years! I bet! at least ten years! Did he also have a crush on 'Daoud the Skull-Crusher'?!"

"Possibly, very likely, Lord, our luck today is wonderful!"

"Who are those two girls? I swear by my soul! They are the most beautiful girls I have ever seen......!

"Shut up! Are you living enough! They're not women you can talk about......"

"......" Just as Haider was listening to the gossip coming from all around, someone in the stands couldn't bear it anymore and stood up. He raised the wine glass in his hand in the direction of the box. "Hail to you!

As soon as his words fell, more fanatical arena lovers also stood up, and for a while, the sound of blessings and praises resounded throughout the gladiatorial arena. On the other side, the old man in the box burst out laughing with a red face, then nodded to the veiled girl sitting beside him, stood up, and made gentle reassuring gestures at the edge of the curved fence.

Soon. The noisy voices fell silent, but everyone's eyes fell on the old man, and he never moved. "Thank you, thank you...... I didn't expect that there would be people who remembered my old bones, and your voice should have allowed me to live a few more years!" he said, gesturing to the top of his head, "Of course, if the Lord God has no opinion......

"Hahaha......" everyone laughed.

The old man's voice rang out again. "Tonight. I'm just like you, a spectator of this game. Moreover, this is not the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge'......" he said with a smile, "Don't let me, an old fellow, rely on the fame he has saved in the past to steal the brilliance of the two young men who should be the focus of today." They are the real masters here!" The old man's words immediately caused a round of applause from the stands.

"Again, thank you again, all the applause and blessings you have sent me, thank you......" he said, bowing to the audience, to the midst of a cheer. I sat back in my seat.

As soon as the old man sat down, he pretended to be angry and glared at the moon demon girl next to him. "How long has it been since I've been so profound......? Are you trying to toss my old bones to death, little Lyle!" he glanced at the veiled girl again, "and then you dragged the young lady with you......"

Leila was sitting in her chair biting on the fruit, and quickly shrunk her neck when she heard Casavalon's words, but there was no trace of fear in her burgundy eyes, but there was a faint smile. "Bringing you all here is a testament to how much I care about the Crystal Cloud Bridge!" she said immediately aggrievedly, "I didn't forget to choose a gladiator for you even when I was working in the hunting grounds!hmph!" She finally stiffened her nose and continued to destroy the fruit in her hand.

The old man laughed and shook his head, nodded Laila's forehead lovingly, and then looked at the Veiled Girl. "Miss, just leave this kind of thing to me, why do you ......"

"It's okay, you've worked hard enough," a bright voice sounded from under the veil, "Besides, the person Lyelle recommended, we must come and see for ourselves......" She seemed to laugh, her eyes crooked, and she turned her head to look at Lyla, "I recommended one in five years, there is always something special." ”

"Of course, my recommendation must be the best!" Leila immediately straightened up, waving her fist in emphasis.

"Hahaha...... Okay, okay, I hope we don't run for nothing, this is called, the young man called Zal......" the old man said after a moment's thought, as if he was complaining a little about his memory.

Two brief knocks interrupted the conversation in the box, and after a brief pause, a man who looked like a guard walked in and whispered a few words in the old man's ear. The latter nodded, sighed a little annoyedly, and said to the Veil Girl and Leila, "I knew it would come, but I didn't expect it to be so soon...... Miss, I'll go out, please wait. ”

"What's wrong?" the girl asked, looking at the old man.

"The owner of the 'Spiked Caravan' probably thinks we have a crush on his gladiator...... Come over early for a pleasant visit. The old man's words immediately caused Leila to pout in disdain, and then he stood up, pulled off his shirt, and nodded to the guard.

"See, that's the pain of being a celebrity!" Leila's words managed to make the girl laugh, and the old man almost tripped over himself, he turned around and shook off an angry expression and followed the escort out of the box. And behind him, a series of crisp and pleasant laughter came out.

At the end of the special passage of the box, Tuze was rubbing his palms crampedly. The mouth that kept opening and closing seemed to be muttering something quietly. For today's game, he deliberately chose a brand new dress for the home speech that will be delivered after the home victory. But in such a game without suspense, he actually heard a shocking news from the mouth of the waiter.

The top gladiatorial arena on the gimbal, the boss of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge". At the same time, it was the right-hand man of the Efaran family, the "Poison Master Casavalon" came! This kind of news almost made him faint directly, but after that, what he felt was ecstasy, complete ecstasy!

Casavalon's appearance in other gladiatorial arenas can only have one purpose, which is to find the best gladiators and recruit them to his command. If he can seize this opportunity, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he will successfully sell Daoud. In the blink of an eye, you can get rich overnight! It is even possible to double the size of the "spiked caravan" and successfully enter the ranks of the intermediate gladiatorial arena.

Standing in the darkness, all sorts of eager thoughts kept playing out in Tuze's mind, and he felt his blood getting hotter and hotter, as if something was burning his body. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, which made him tremble violently. When he saw the silver-haired Casavalon coming down the steps, all thoughts were thrown aside. hurriedly raised his feet to meet him.

"Good night, honorable Monsieur Casavallon......" Tuze bowed, "I beg your pardon, I didn't know you were coming...... We hope that our service can make you and your friends satisfied. ”

Casavalon nodded in return. "You're so kind, Mr. Tuze. Long before I visited, I had heard that the Spiked Caravan was the best gladiatorial arena at Reptile Point. The old man had an approving smile on his face, "Now it seems that it is indeed good, you are a good manager." Mr. Tuze. ”

Tuze's face immediately lit up, and a smile was piled up. "Thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart, your compliment is the greatest compliment and honor for me......" he bowed again, "In fact, the greatest wealth of the Spiked Caravan is not mine," his words naturally moved elsewhere, "but the chief gladiator of the season, 'Daoud the Bone Crusher'......"

He said, nodding proudly to himself. "You are a connoisseur of your profession, and I will always trust your vision, my dear sir......," he said, "and I would like you to keep a little notice of this strong lad, if you may, and I am sure he will satisfy you......"

Casavalon nodded in understanding. "I will, Mr. Tuze, and if he is really as good as you say, I believe we should have a chance to sit down and have a good talk. The old man said with a smile.

The smile on Tuze's face became more elegant, and he knew that the purpose of his trip had been achieved. "Thank you again, my sir, the game will start soon, and I won't bother you here. He bowed again, "If you need anything, please let me know, and I will be there for you personally." He straightened up and said solemnly, "Finally, I hope you have a good evening, my sir." ”

"Thank you, and so are you. The old man returned the salute with a very formal salute buttoned up his shirt, and then turned and returned to the box.

Tuze stood there until the other party's figure completely disappeared from the steps before running out of the corridor. As he walked, he beckoned his subordinates to order. "Let Biar, who is in charge of the host, give me some spirits! Today is very important! Let him wake me up, you know!" he grabbed his collar and his eyes were fierce, "Gesturing to Daoud! Do a good job! Chop up that kid for me, smash it, anything! He must be today's king, today's star, must!"

"Yes, yes, boss!" the man seemed frightened, and immediately agreed and ran out.

Running as fast as he could, Tuze returned to the box at the very top of the arena, from where he could see everything that was happening below. I saw that the subordinate just now had already spoken to Biar, and the latter even looked up at the owner of the gladiatorial arena who leaned out of the box. Then, in the midst of Tuze's nod, a high-pitched voice shouted from the edge of the stands!

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 'Spiked Caravan'!" "Oh, your cheers are certainly not for me......" His teasing elicited a laugh, "Well, I know, what you're waiting for! I know, what you're expecting!"

Biar's voice suddenly provoked. "Come on, with your loudest roar, with your loudest cheers! Welcome to the owner of the 'Spiked Caravan'! Welcome to the real star of 'Reptilian Corner'! Welcome, 'Daoud the Bonebreaker'!!" With the roar of the host, the entire gladiatorial arena was completely boiling, and all the audience roared wildly, staring at the battlefield, and slowly raised the wooden gate!

Amid the shouts of the crowd, Daoud, shirtless and armed with a long axe and gladiatorial sword, roared loudly and rushed out of the lounge, waving his arms to face the crowd around him, and slamming his weapon above his head with a metallic crash. Wave after wave of cheers, under the deliberate guidance of the host, turned into the same syllable, echoing in the gladiatorial arena.

"Daoud, Daoud, Daoud......"

And he himself took advantage of this momentum, facing the wooden gate at the other end of the battlefield, roaring, and stretching his muscles! "Roar......"

As if it had been coordinated in advance, Biar's voice arrived immediately. "Oooh oh...... If it weren't for our warriors reminding me, I would have forgotten that there seemed to be an opponent in this game......"

"Hahaha......" The audience immediately erupted in a shrill laugh.

"Okay, let's welcome, tonight's challenger......" He dragged out a long note that stopped abruptly, as if stuck on something, "Sorry, what did he call it?" and Da......mn, he repeated two sentences, and to the audience's louder laughter, he finally said, "By the way, it's Zal!"

"Shh......h

"Go back! How dare you make a show!"

"Kill him! Daoud! kill him!"

"Crush his head! Crush his head!"

“......”

Amid the boos and invectives, the wooden gate in front of Zar finally rose, and behind him, the half-elf was sitting in the lounge, leisurely drinking his drink, as if he had not heard anything outside. As for Zal, he untied the "Sishua" from his waist and threw it back to Cadius.

"What are you going to do? boy. The half-elf placed the sword on the table and raised his eyes to ask.

Zal didn't look back. "Let them remember me......" he said, slowly walking out of the wooden gate. (To be continued......)