Lapsey felt that everything was terrible, because all his gold coins were wasted today.

As the only female Vidocq's servant, he had no choice but to put the gold on his master's eyes.

This led to his bad mood today.

The first three men all contributed their heads, making him lose all his gold.

The only sword and shield hand who won, he thought he was too skinny to take the bet, and the damn guy actually won.....

Oh, God of Light, this damned old widower!

He was pitiful that there were only two rubies left in his purse, and that his master had a gladiator who did not play.

The guy wasn't tall, with dirty red hair and beard, and the scars on his body looked warlike, but he was too young!

It is difficult for young people in the gladiatorial arena to see the sunshine the next day.

Lapsey felt blood dripping from his heart, and as the gladiator chosen by his master as the finale, he had to put the bet on it to show respect for his master. Otherwise, his master wouldn't mind grabbing his legs and tearing him apart, and throwing his head into a pile of skulls in front of his house.

Will this little redhead win?

The two rubies were given to the master this month, and if they lost again, they had to sell their slaves to raise enough money...

Oh, damn God of Light, damned Locke Ancestor!

He cursed incessantly.

Lapsey used to have a very prominent surname, Locke.

This surname, which belonged to the lord of Middle-earth, once brought him a prosperous life and a respected status, but also brought him a lot of hardship - when the Holy Empire was replaced by the old and the new, he was pushed to stand in front of the stage by his family, and as a result, the prince who supported him was not the current reigning emperor.

Naturally, he became the hot potato of the family, and the scapegoat in the emperor's heart.

Not only was he deprived of his surname, but he was also expelled from the Middle-earth Plains.

At first, he ran to the city of Gardinaras, like many others with the same fate, but was unable to cope with the endless troubles of the griffon legions, and was forced to move to Sin City. After more than a decade of hard work, he became Denise Vidocq's servant at the cost of two rubies a month.

He is almost sixty years old, but the eldest child is not yet an adult, so he has to run around to make a living.

There was no soil for the poor to survive in Sin City, and those who lost their wealth either starved to death in the ravines outside the city or died in the gladiatorial arena. He was not poor, ran a tavern and occasionally worked as a slave trader, kept his family alive and well with a steady stream of gold coins, and paid monthly tribute on time, making him highly valued by his master.

In Sin City, you can't live without the protection of the strong.

But in the past two years, Lady Luck has forgotten to favor him.

He was valued by his master, and he followed him every day, and then inevitably pressed the gold coins again and again, and then the money bag became lighter and lighter day by day.

Same today, damn it!

If the red-haired kid loses again, it means that he will sell the slaves in his hand to raise enough monthly tribute.

Great master, could you have a better eye?

Lapsey glanced at the tall figure sitting in front of her, Denise Vidocq.

The Vic people do not have a surname, and only the strong man who grows two pairs of arms has the suffix "Vidocq" as a suffix to his name.

Denise, meaning flower, is said to have been born in the season when the valley was full of flowers, and her mother gave her this name.

As for who her father was, no one knew, like all the Vics.

She was fortunate that her mother was attached to a powerful Vidocq, so she was able to protect her from the rules of the hunt, allowing her to grow up to be the only female "Vidocq" she is today.

She is as tough and bloodthirsty as the male Vic, and has a head as cunning as the Terrans.

She controls one-sixth of the blocks of Sin City and has countless gold coins.

Gold coins are a good thing, and they give her many followers, both inside and outside.

With swelling power comes inflated ambition, and she hopes to one day become the High Priestess of the Vic people and govern the entire tribe.

In fact, it's fast.

Eight of the seventeen Vidocqs, including her and her rivals, were only interested in killing, and they didn't care if there was a High Priest on their heads as long as Sin City was guaranteed a steady supply of blood.

Because in the tradition of the Victors, no one can command Victor.

Four of the remaining seven have already expressed their support for her, and the other three support her rival Georgia.

Five against four, it looks like she has a big advantage, but it's not.

In order to ensure the reproduction of the race, Vidocq, as a high-end force that shelters the race, cannot hunt each other.

But a duel can be initiated, with the consent of both parties and the presence of all Vidocq, to force the other side to submit to their own conditions.

Denise is confident in her own strength.

She had already asked Georgia for a duel many times, but the answer she received was only one word: Get out!

Denise was helpless about this.

She couldn't do it, or she would be torn to shreds by all the Vidocq combined.

In the past ten years, she has exhausted everything the rules allow, and the other party is as invulnerable as a turtle with a shrunken head.

Fortunately, she didn't give up.

So there was a slim chance that this year's blood festival would be hosted by Georgia.

The Blood Sacrifice Festival, once a year, is the anniversary of the completion of Sin City, the ancestor festival day of the Vicks, and the hunting game for all Vidocq.

On this day, Sin City will host a grand hunting feast.

Each Vidocq would take in three of his hand-picked gladiators, staking half of what he would do for a year's worth of controlling the neighborhood.

Georgia, as the host of the festival, has a hard time.

Every victorious Vidocq gave him a tenth of his benefits free of charge.

He also had a duty to protect the dignity of the race, and his three gladiators were all made up of Vic for the ultimate victor to challenge. If his three gladiators lose, then he will have to give in to Vidocq on the side of the victor or choose a duel for his dignity.

Denise knows.

If his gladiator made it to the end, Georgia would not choose a duel, but would bow his head and choose to support himself as a high priest.

Because Vidocq is also strong and weak, it just so happens that Georgia's strength is far inferior to itself.

Denise also knew that it would be difficult to achieve such demanding conditions.

With fifteen Vidocq in addition to Georgia and herself, it was difficult for her to guarantee that her gladiators would survive to the end and that she would succeed in the challenge.

But this is the only chance.

Since there is a dawn, we must always fight, what if we succeed?

High Priest, what a wonderful name, the Vics have not had a High Priest for nearly a thousand years!

And the female high priest is even more unprecedented!

At that time, he will be sung in history!

This is the reason why Denise frequently chooses to buy gladiators.

There are only two months left before the day of the grand ceremony, and she must hurry up to select the best ones.

This is also the reason why Lapsey frequently loses gold coins, and he is always taken by Danie Silk's side, and then forced to press down the gold coins under the watchful eye of his master.

Red-haired human boy, will you be one of my stepping stones to glory?

Denise looked at Chris in the dueling arena and muttered silently to herself, then threw a small bag of rubies to the servant behind her, "Lapsey, go and press the red-haired young man to win!" ”

"Listen to your will, great master."

Lapsey was amazed at the magnanimity of his master.

The pouch numbered more than ten gems, half of the amount he paid.

It wasn't far to walk to the place where the table was registered, but after a few steps, he quickly finished his master's explanation, but he stood there hesitantly.

"Shall I press it?"

"Believe in the master's vision, and get it back with interest!"

"Don't believe her, her vision has allowed her to go through countless bad luck and lose countless lovely gold coins!"

His eyes turned red, his palms clutched his two remaining rubies, and two voices were arguing in his head.

"Old Lapsey, do you want to bet? The duel is about to begin! ”

The person in charge of registering the bets, teasing Lapsey, who frequently loses, also interrupted his celestial battle.

"Ah, yes! My master's gladiators win! ”

A little annoyed, he slapped the two rubies on the table and said viciously.

It was after Ruby left his hand that he began to regret his impulsiveness and transferred his anger to Chris.

Swear to the damned old widower God of Light!

Red-haired boy, if you lose, I'll take your carcass and feed the wild dogs!

It was already noon.

But the people in the audience didn't feel hungry or tired at all.

They were still energetic, still shouting hoarsely to salute the bloody fight.

At this time, Chris finally came on the stage, with a young and beautiful face and a faint scar on his body, which made many viewers inexplicably excited.

"Red-haired boy, you must survive, Lao Tzu has put all the bets on you!"

"Redhead boy, watch out for the bald guy on the other side, he's been staring at your ass!"

"Red-haired boy, you...."

In Sin City, scars are medals, and blood is glory. Chris's harvest was normal for many people to cheer him on, but it also brought him four vicious glances.

The finale was a melee of five people.

Only one person can survive, or none of them will survive.

The most anticipated, and naturally the bloodiest.

So, it's possible for Chris to face a one-on-one challenge, or to be beaten by several crowds.