It was dusk, and in the gloomy rain, a black carriage stopped outside the door, and the coachman stood at the door in a raincoat, respectfully inviting Arthur to get on the car. The fine rain condensed and trickled down on the raincoat, and the large hood covered his entire face, making it impossible to see his expression. Whether it is a slave who greets his master, or a coachman who transports the corpse.

The sky was still slightly bright, and Arthur stepped out and looked up at the sky, feeling that his mood had gradually returned to calm. With a sigh of relief, he stepped into the carriage. The interior of the carriage is not ornate, but it is very spacious and comfortable, Arthur sits in the middle of the carriage, and then the carriage jolts slightly and then drives up, and it feels that the coachman's skill is very good.

Arthur felt a little depressed, opened the curtains, and looked out, but suddenly saw Rose's standing in front of the window looking at him, Arthur smiled at her, but she simply pulled up the curtains, blocking Arthur's remaining kindness out of the window. Arthur smiled wryly and touched his nose, feeling that his recent charm was really bad enough.

The carriage sped lightly on the stone pavement, splashing layers of water or ripples. There were also sparse pedestrians on the road, small traders who had finished the day's hawking, workers who had finished their day's work, and so on, all hurrying home. Only Arthur sat in this dark carriage and drove into the unknown, although he said it without hesitation, but his heart was hesitating to go or not? Will Gura really be fine? Will the other party really not kill him? Everything is unknown.

Although he didn't know why, he trusted Gui'er's judgment, if he chose to leave, no one would stop him, even now, there was no one to escort him in this carriage, the door could be pushed open, and then it was the wet and free night and rain, he almost had to put his hand on the door, but he couldn't, he couldn't give up Guira, and he couldn't leave with confusion. If you run away today, this kind of mystery will be like a spider web around you in the future, and then what kind of "free" life will you live with fear, guilt, and confusion? What is the point of leaving Bloodthorn by yourself?

You can only go on like this, there is your own destiny, people can't escape fate, fate is like a vicious dog, the more you run away from him, the more you chase him, until you are exhausted.

To Arthur's surprise, the carriage was heading in the direction of the Golden Castle, sticking its head out of the window, and even at night, the castle radiated a light that shone throughout the city, and before and after the harvest festival, all the magic lamps would be lit, making the castle worthy of its name.

The carriage approached the light quickly, and then entered the light until it reached a corner of the castle. The coachman jumped out of the car and opened the door for Arthur, leading Arthur into a corner door that he had never noticed, and then a long roadway, along the way, only a magic lamp in the hand of the coachman in front of him kept dispelling the darkness ahead. Judging by the stone Arthur, this is supposed to be a secret passage built with the castle, but he doesn't know where it leads. A dungeon for torture and torture, or a trap full of dangers?

Until the end of the corridor, a stone door opened, and the blinding light made Arthur's eyes shrink, but it was nothing, but an empty room, with only a stone bench and nothing else. The light came in through a glass wall, and Arthur's eyesight returned to normal, looking out through the glass.

It looks like a huge indoor basketball court, except that there is a high ring in the middle, surrounded by many stands, and the whole space is illuminated by huge magic lights on the dome, and above the stands are some large balconies just embedded in the darkness. This is a real underground arena. At this time, there were already many spectators sitting in the spectators, bored and greeting the people around them. Dressed in a way that is either rich or expensive, it is by no means comparable to those small merchants in the tavern arena.

Arthur felt a deep uneasiness, all his conjectures were empty, as if he had stepped on the stairs when he went down the stairs, but this was not the staircase, but the abyss.

The coachman, who had been silent like a dead man, suddenly spoke and answered the question in Arthur's heart: "This is the final station of the underground arena, where the remaining sixteen players will decide the champion, and here is the no-limit betting, another great event of the Harvest Festival at the Tower Gate, where all the powerful will use their wealth and vision to fight it out." ”

His voice surprised Arthur even more than what he said. Arthur struggled to restrain his anger and said coldly, "We are their gambling tools!" ”

Field took off his hood without guilt, looked at Arthur with a smile on his face, and saluted: "King Arthur, your most loyal subject Field has been waiting for a long time!" That was the joke that Field had made with Arthur when they first met, but Arthur couldn't laugh now, only felt deep sadness. He thought that the other party should have at least a little guilt, but Arthur couldn't find what he was looking for no matter how hard he tried, and Field in front of him seemed to be a complete stranger.

Arthur exhaled deeply, and tried to speak in the calmest voice possible, "Field, Councilor Sherlock, or Grandfather, are you ready to use me in this way?

In fact, Bloodthorn's intelligence department had already guessed that his grandfather must be one of the twelve councilors of Tamen, but now Arthur can be sure that Sherlock is his grandfather, organizing such a competition to control uncle-level thieves. My grandfather, who had been leading the Brotherhood against the underground forces of Bloodthorn, turned out to be a goblin, probably no one expected.

No matter what a goblin achieves, his race will still make people involuntarily despise him and ignore him, and his goblin identity will become his best protective color. It's just that this discovery didn't make Arthur happy at all, the other party leaked so many things, it means that they have a way to keep Arthur secret, and the dead have always been the best at keeping secrets.

Field smiled and continued to explain, "But this year's rules are different, this year Mr. Sherlock is going to take the 'Wheel of Death' approach, with one player challenging all the others! ”

Arthur interrupted lightly: "If I'm not mistaken, I'm the wheel!" But his heart sank little by little, constantly challenging sixteen people, for him now, it was simply nine deaths.

"That's smart," said Field, "but it wasn't yours, but now it's you." ”

Arthur said impatiently, "Okay Field, stop talking nonsense, tell me how Gila is!" He kept resisting the urge to punch Field in the face.

Field pretended to be sad and said, "Am I not your friend who only cares about Gila, but you don't really think that we will kill the people of the Mullan family!

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief and said disdainfully, "I believe he at least won't mean to harm me!"

Field smiled, "Then how can you be sure that I mean to harm you? After Field, he walked out without waiting for Arthur's inquiry.

The stone door was closed, and even Arthur's power to manipulate the stone could not shake it, and on the other side of the glass, Arthur noticed that as more and more spectators poured in, a large number of elite guards in armor were guarding the side, and now rushing out was just looking for death. It seems that he has really fallen into a quagmire trap from which he can't extricate himself, and no matter how much he struggles, he can only sink.

In the empty room, Arthur was like a trapped beast, waiting in vain for his fate.

But the reason why fate is fate is that no one can guess what will happen to the transparent sky, even if you make a thousand ideas for your future, he will always walk out of the thousandth and first path at will. This is the terrible thing about fate, but it is also the charm of fate. Do you want to resist? Maybe you haven't even seen what fate is, whether it has happened or will happen, whether it can be changed or what cannot be changed, it is called fate.

The fear of facing the unknown, the despair that cannot be changed, the anger of being betrayed by a friend, and so on

Countless emotions intertwine in Arthur's heart, but there is no regret.

Yes, maybe my choices, my efforts are worthless, but they are definitely not meaningless, not just to fulfill the promise of a friend. Having followed the will of my heart, not my fear, I finally did not abandon my feelings, my will, my heart.

I am Arthur, and always will be.