In this castle, there are two buildings that can be seen outside the city, one is the king's palace, and the other is the Diesett Gladiatorial Arena, this gladiatorial arena is a huge circular building, in the center of the building, is a sand field with a radius of about 100 meters, and the sand field is surrounded by high walls, and only dozens of passages with iron gates can enter here.

On top of the high walls, there are stepped spectator seats, which can accommodate thousands of people, mainly for games, and there must be a lot of people here, and the spectator seats for each game are full.

The seats in the audience are just an ornament, and there are far more people who collect tickets and put them in, and there are not a few people who are squeezed out of the audience and fall to the battlefield and fall to their deaths.

But there is also a difference in the seats, in the battlefield and the colosseum gate directly opposite the position, is the king and queen, princess, prince, princess, the position of the princess, this place is isolated from the rest of the position, all according to the luxury of the palace decoration, is also the best place to visit the whole gladiatorial arena. But it's not a major competition, and those in the palace usually don't come.

Extending from the king's seat to both sides, were the seats of the gladiatorial arena owners, princes, and generals, and on both sides were the positions of the slave owners. From high to low, the decoration and conditions of the seats will become worse and worse, but even so, the slave owners' seats are very different from other ordinary seats, at the very least, these special seats are independent private rooms.

When everyone reached the gate of the Colosseum, Katie was already standing at the gate waiting for Sherlock, she was still dressed so revealingly, and she didn't care about the lewd eyes of the men around her.

When Katie saw her husband come with the slaves, she waved her hand, and several of the guards behind her walked towards the five Barron slaves with a chain.

There were five pairs of shackles on the chain, so that the slaves could only walk in small steps, and Mad Pig, Ta Guokee, Carl, and Volcker were very cooperative in putting on the shackles, and by the time Barron arrived, Barron struggled not to wear what only this slave would wear.

Carl, who was behind Barron, touched Barron with his knee, and Barron subconsciously looked up, only to see Carl shaking his head cautiously at him. Barron was not a fool, he understood what this man meant, and if he didn't cooperate, he would die.

"Master Sherlock, this imp's feet are too thin to be shackled."

The guards reported to their master, and Sherlock looked back, gave the guard a roll of the eyes, kicked the guard over, and then picked up the shackles himself and put them on Barron's neck.

Barron had clenched his back molars, and was more ashamed to be worn by Sherlock around his neck than to wear it on his feet. Barron didn't hide the anger in his heart, he glared at Sherlock, but Sherlock looked at Barron so satisfied, he patted Barron's face and said.

"Very good, keep it this way, you can survive today, you are the blade I will polish, and if you die, I will make your corpse into meatballs and give it to your father."

"Roar!"

Hearing Sherlock's words as a matter of course, Barron instantly burst into the face of a beast, ready to pounce on it with teeth and claws, but he was shackled around his neck, and as soon as he rushed up, he was pulled and bounced back.

"Hahahaha!"

Sherlock liked the way Barron looked.

"Master, he's just a child."

Carl was behind Barron, his eyes were looking at the gladiatorial arena that was constantly entering, and he didn't dare to look directly at Sherlock, saying that such a statement was equivalent to contradicting his master.

Sherlock slowly stood up, looked at Carl with a straight face, stepped forward and slapped Carl's face three times hard, and then pinched Carl's chin.

"You humble dog, I can do whatever I want, even if I send you to death on a whim, you can only say that I am right."

Carl looked into Sherlock's eyes, and after a brief look at each other, Carl's eyes twitched and looked away: "Know...... Got the master, I'm sorry. ”

There are no buildings around the arena, and the sand on the ground is blown up by the wind, but this does not affect the footsteps of people entering the arena.

The people who lived in the inner circle loved to watch the performances in the gladiatorial arena, red blood spurting from the necks of the slaves, and in their eyes it was like a rose blooming in a mire.

But there are also people who want to come in and make money, and they will sit in the gladiatorial arena and gamble, betting on which slave owner wins, and gambling on the lives of the slaves. Spend fifty gold coins to buy a ticket to the gladiatorial arena, but just win one and make a fortune.

This was also one of the ways in which slave owners made money, and they would not let their own gladiators die for the little bonus given by the gladiatorial arena. Of course, some slave owners are for honor and fame, and as long as they win enough in gladiatorial battles, those princes, important ministers, and even kings and princes will notice themselves, and whether they invite them to their homes or mix with official positions, it will be very face-saving for them.

"With two thousand, press myself."

Sherlock also wants honor and fame, but the gladiatorial arena is most of his source of income, but it is precisely because of this that he wants to use this way to make himself a half-official position in this country, and then he can be in charge of one party's assets.

Katie's little hand slid from Sherlock's chest to her neck like a snake, and after offering her own lips, she asked Sherlock with some confusion.

"Honey, are you so confident in yourself? There is a little ghost in the team this time, and the game will be over five minutes later, so you don't look at the opponent's lineup to decide. ”

Katie's voice is very seductive, like the haze of waking up in the morning, and like a passionate flame, which makes people can't figure out her mind, but they have already unconsciously entered her gentle country.

Sherlock got up from Katie's arms, plucked a grape and put it in his mouth, the evil smile on his face never stopped, as if he knew the outcome of the game.

"My five blades are already in place."

"Well, the guards have already taken them underground to pick up weapons, and there are still ten minutes before the game starts, aren't you really worried?"

Sherlock looked at Katie, smiled, and squeezed her chest.

"Lao Bo, Mike, Nokdia, these people who can afford Lao Tzu are all recuperating, and the people who have participated in the competition these days are all slave owners whose names Lao Tzu doesn't know, what good blades can these people have."

"Then you can't let four people fight five, it's so much remand."

"No, no, no, this little ghost, it's different, I swear in the name of Goddess Jasmine, this is the most imposing little ghost I've ever seen, maybe he's really different, and, when these fools see a little ghost in the team, guess what the odds will be. By the way, Katie, do you want to bet with me. ”