As he passed through a dark, damp alleyway, Kingsgaard heard footsteps behind him.

He pretended not to hear the sound, and walked forward another fifty meters, deliberately quickening his pace, and the sound also increased in frequency, and he slowed down, and the sound became sluggish.

To further confirm his condition, he stopped by a rusty garbage can, spat into it, put his hand in his pocket, and then took out a box of matches in an easy and natural motion, then lit his pipe, and glanced back at it sideways.

He saw a young couple holding hands, and when he stopped smoking, the two began to lean against the wall and kiss, looking a little unnatural.

(Humph!) Two rookie agents, this bit of acting skills is okay to deal with other people, but in front of me, it's better to save it! ）

He had realized that he was being followed, and it seemed that the top brass of the Solan Kingdom had stepped up the intensity of counter-espionage operations, and all foreigners who had recently entered the country were closely monitored.

With Kingsgard's skills, he could have knocked down the two agents, a man and a woman, in an instant, but he didn't want to do that, and he still hoped to avoid trouble and try not to cause trouble.

But they can't carry out their tasks after being followed like this, and the best way is to find a crowded place to get rid of this pair of pesky followers.

After walking out of the alley, there is an open square in front of you, which is one of the most prosperous landmarks in the city - the Evantia Blood Arena.

Originally built 800 years ago, this tall circular building has undergone several renovations after several generations of regime change and is still running dueling tournaments today, with dense stone seats that can accommodate about 100,000 spectators.

It happened to be the weekend of the race, and the surrounding area was crowded with people, with horse-drawn carriages parked on the side of the road and vendors lining the streets, blocking the otherwise spacious street.

(Luckily, there are enough people, so it's good to get rid of this pair of mandarin ducks here.) ）

With this in mind, Kingsgard found a ticket seller and paid a high price for a ticket to today's game.

The two agents who were following him hurriedly shortened the distance between them and the target, but it was too late, and the target had already passed through the narrow ticket gate and squeezed into the entrance to the crowded dueling arena, where they could not be found no matter how much they looked.

The male agent said: "Damn, this out-of-town guy actually squeezed in to watch the game, and the mission failed."

The female agent let go of the hand holding her colleague, "I see that he looks like a hanger, not like a foreign spy, let's change the target to follow." ”

At this moment, Kingsgaard didn't know that he had already gotten rid of the stalking, and while squeezing towards the most crowded place, he took off his coat, took off his glasses and fake beard, and instantly changed into a different appearance.

He wanted to change his face and leave immediately, but the scene inside the arena attracted him so much that he couldn't help but stop and watch.

The Arena of Cervantia Blood in the bright sun was packed, and the mayor of Cervantia himself served as the host of the game, and Humpty Dumpty was full of energy, announcing the progress of the game in an impassioned tone:

"Fellow citizens of the Kingdom of Solan! Everyone gathers here for a fun weekend and I know you've all been waiting for a long time, not much nonsense, our slave gladiators can't wait to show off their skills!

Please! The god of war of Cervantia - Balthus! ”

The overseer waved his whip to drive the laborers to pull up the chains, and the grille door on the east side of the field slowly rose, and a strong man with knotted muscles walked out.

The man wore a gleaming brass helmet, a round shield tied to his left hand, a short sword in his right hand, and his thighs and arms were strikingly thick like the trunks of a tree.

This person is obviously desperate to kill, and as soon as he appears, he raises his arms and runs around the field, showing the audience his strong body that has been tempered for thousands of years.

The spectators stood up in unison and shouted the name of the arena champion: "Balthus! Balthus! ”

In order to make himself look like he often watches dueling matches, Kingsgaard also learned to shout in unison.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the audience, the mayor on the high platform was also satisfied, and he loudly introduced the next contestant: "There is our challenger invited!" A slave on the verge of survival in a desperate situation, a female warrior from the Black Feather Clan - Hilalloni! ”

The fence gate on the west side of the field slowly rose, and a tall, slender lady with dark skin as midnight walked out.

She was extremely graceful, as strong and agile as a fatless panther, with a shaved head, white tattoos, and a brightly feathered costume characteristic of the tribes of the tropical southern islands, with her left hand crossed and a slender trident in her right hand.

The audience didn't seem to be very kind to this person, and the cheers were sparse, and many people even applauded:

"Get the hell down, stinky! Our champions are going to dismantle you! ”

Kingsgaard noticed that in the guest seats next to Mayor Cervantia sat several men and women with the same dark skin, dressed in gorgeous costumes, apparently invited guests.

A spectator next to him pointed to the men, "Look at the people of the Tropical Islands in those seats, they are all voodoo priests and shrine maidens, these guys are in power under the admiration of the king." ”

Another viewer chimed in: "yes, these dark-skinned bastards actually sold their own compatriots as gladiator slaves, it's fucking unconscionable, but I like this ruthlessness, haha!" ”

Golden Silk Guard turned to this person and asked, "Friend, I am from another place to do business, may I ask why Voodoo is developing so rapidly in your country?" With that, he handed over a pack of high-grade tobacco leaves.

The other party took the tobacco leaves with a high chest, and said: "This friend, do you know, our king has been plagued by gout, and tried various medical methods to no avail, and finally a voodoo high priest helped him get out of the disease.

Since then, these dark-skinned fellows from the Southern Isles have been the guests of honor of our King.

I suggest you keep your distance from them, Voodoo is a cult organization, and the gods these guys worship are all fucking ugly devils! Rumor has it that they sacrificed the entrails of children to evil gods! ”

Halfway through the conversation, the tsunami cheers were drowned out, and Kingsgaard looked down to see that the two contestants had already walked to the center of the arena covered with yellow sand, and the race was about to begin.

The mayor of Savantia raised his right hand and said in a loud voice, "Ladies! Gentlemen! Let the blood soak in the grit! I declare the opening exhibition tournament officially open! Long live the great kingdom of Solan! Long live His Majesty the great King Louis! ”

"Long live the King!" The 100,000 spectators in the arena shouted wildly, and the stones on the stone steps began to shake with the sound waves, as if there had been an earthquake, and Kingsgaard had never seen such a shocking formation, cold sweat dripping down his forehead and cheeks.

(Now, this is the kingdom of Solan, a populous superpower that has unified the continent of Yawen, my homeland Valsta...... How hard do you have to work to defeat this monstrous beast? ）

Despite the blazing sun overhead, ace agent Kingsgaard felt a chill, the enemy was too strong, and he was genuinely worried about the future of his country.