Proof of the Sun King

The box of the arena is specially designed so that the VIP box cannot be seen from the ordinary audience seats at the lower part.

So Veronica took off her high heels and sat sideways in Ryan's arms, leaning against his chest. The witch spent a lot of energy last night in careful planning and thinking, which made her spirits not very good.

She needs to complete this task as soon as possible to prove that she is stronger than Teresa.

Fortunately, there is a warm harbor by her side. In Ryan's arms, she can put down her guard, put down her burden, and allow herself to relax a little.

The woman covered her ears in annoyance: "God, it's so noisy. Next time you come to this place alone, I won't come."

"Learn to be patient, learn to be calm~ Veronica, sometimes external affairs will not be transferred by your will alone, you need to live in peace with the noise." Ryan gently hugged the cat in his arms The woman, looking at the situation in the field: "Lopes is indeed the son of Hyde, Lord of Mosheen, doing a good job."

"Oh? How do I think he was just beaten?" Veronica was not interested in these gladiatorial fights, she let the man wipe her beautiful legs in stockings: "Can you explain my confusion to a woman who doesn't understand anything? ? My great knight?"

"I make an analogy like this. A person's physical strength is like a well. It has two indicators, the total amount of well water and the size of the bucket." Lane said softly: "The total amount of well water represents a person. The upper limit of physical energy, but this does not mean that the well water in a well can be used all the time until the well water dries up, because in a short time, the amount of water that can be pumped from the well is limited, which depends on the size of the bucket. size."

"That is, physical strength will face a small limit in a short period of time. After a burst of continuous crazy attacks, any strong person's physical strength will fall into a bottleneck for a short time and need to draw water from the well again, so our knights are in There is a special course in training, that is, how to find your own rhythm and avoid the negative effects of physical bottlenecks. Obviously, Lops has also learned this course. He carefully allocates physical fitness and waits for Bennett. The chance of physical decline." Ryan stared at the court: "This opportunity will come soon, you see, within ten seconds, Lops will fight back."

Sure enough, just as Ryan said, the continuous slashing caused Bennett's physical strength to drop rapidly. Although Lops' wooden shield was tattered, the wandering knight still retained some physical strength. When he felt the strength of the slashing weakened, After that, Lops knew that the opportunity was coming, the wandering knight shouted angrily, and he used all his strength to slam the shield into the lower half of Bennett's wooden knife and the weak point of his arm.

The decline in physical strength and the soreness of his arms made Bennett, nicknamed "The Butcher", out of control. Under the slam of the wooden shield, the sore hand could no longer hold the wooden knife, and he had to stop the offensive. .

So Lopes' opportunity came.

The wandering knight threw the wooden shield directly. The flying shield hit Bennett's helmet. The tall gladiator stepped back a few steps. batter.

The wooden halberd swept across and hit Bennett's shoulder armor and the junction of the helmet. The damage of the sturdy wooden halberd to the human body was amazing enough. Bennett was injured in the neck and immediately launched a countermeasure. Lopes' counterattack.

The strong arm clenched the wooden knife and cut it from above Lops. Lops quickly raised the halberd to arrive, and the halberd bent slightly after receiving the attack of the wooden knife.

"Look at me!" Lops raised his hands, and the wandering knight skillfully used his technique. He used the elasticity of the halberd and the pressure of Bennett's wooden knife to rebound, and the wooden knife was bounced off by the halberd.

"Serial attack with halberds!" Ryan said silently as he watched Lops' movements.

The halberd in Lops's hand slashed vertically for the first time, and it hit Bennett's head. Even through the helmet, the audience in the arena could see Bennett's painful cry and backward figure. of weakness.

With the second vertical slash of the halberd, Bennett was hit on the head again. Under the continuous attacks of the wandering knight, everyone could see the bright red liquid flowing down from the helmet, and everyone could be sure— That's definitely not watermelon juice.

What ended the gladiatorial fight was the sweep following the second vertical split. The halberd swept past, Bennett fell to the ground, and the gladiatorial ended, Lops stood up, and immediately a doctor entered the arena for him and Ben. Nate Treatment.

"The gladiatorial fight is over! Today's winner is the wandering knight Lops from the Nord Kingdom! Let's applaud him!" Gliza-Storm Hammer, who is in charge of the gladiatorial arena, walked forward with a laugh and presented Lops with the trophy , declared his victory.

"Thank you!" Lops took the trophy and his commission in the applause. The confident wandering knight also made a bet on himself, which made him a lot of money. After getting the trophy, he excitedly waved to Ryan. , Ryan also waved.

"Can you feel the breath of Belt?" Veronica raised her head from Ryan's arms: "I didn't feel it."

"Neither did I." Ryan shook his head, but the man was not disappointed: "Belt's strength is much stronger, and now these little fish and shrimp can't lead him out, be patient, if Belt is really hiding in the arena, watching Lopes has been on a winning streak and he won't be indifferent."

"For now, that's the only way." Veronica also knew that she was a little anxious.

So for three days in a row, Ryan and Veronica were inspecting the situation of the arena, but the situation disappointed the two of them. For three days, Lops relied on his superb halberd technique and excellent martial arts. , played a "halberd hand" in the arena, and took on many challenges, but to Ryan's disappointment, he still did not find any traces related to Belt.

This can only show one problem, that is, Belt should not be in the arena.

Three days later, at nightfall, No. 53 Amber Avenue.

In the dining room on the first floor, silver cutlery and white candles illuminate the bright dining room. Ryan hosted a banquet in his new home to entertain Alfred and Lops. For this purpose, Ryan has He told Lops and Alfred about his mission, hoping they could help him.

Lops' young face was full of excitement. He was happy that he had the opportunity to be used, and that he was told what he was doing by Ryan. The young wandering knight felt that his hard work for the past three days was not in vain: "So, Mr. Lane, your goal is to find the fallen hunter Belt! I am willing to help you!"

"Thank you for your help." Ryan put his toasted butter bread, carefully crafted honey-baked chicken wings, and fruit salad on the white tablecloth, while Veronica and Katherine were frying lamb chops.

The Witch Garland is different from the sorcerer. She can cook by herself. Although she is not very proficient, it is no problem to make a bite for herself. The female apprentices of Garland are often responsible for cooking and housework for the mentor. Greta doesn't need Veronica to do things for her, so poor little Catherine has to do all the housework, and Veronica just needs to deal with it.

Today is Lane's friends coming to the house, and of course the witch has to cook to express herself.

After a few people were seated, Alfred prayed a few words and began to eat, while Lops was still a little cautious, but gradually let go under the warm reception of Ryan and Veronica: "Thank you, Mr Lane, this is the best dinner I've ever had."

"You're welcome." Ryan thought for a while and continued: "Have you gained anything these days? Are there any particularly powerful gladiators, or do you feel a terrifying aura?"

"No." Lops cut the steak skillfully with a knife and fork: "The three strongest gladiators in the arena, one is me, one is Bennett, one is Bauch, Bauch is a strong The farmer is also considered a nobleman, he is good at using spears, but he is very simple, and he comes to play a few games every month to earn some extra money.”

"Well~" Ryan touched his chin, he knew that Belt was unlikely to exist in the arena.

No matter what, Marienburg obeys the laws of the empire. Under the control of order, it is impossible for any bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods to enter the gladiatorial arena. This is not the chaotic southern kingdom or the dark elves. Even the lords will end the game. Locally, in Marienburg, let alone the legendary powerhouses, even the elite human beings are easy to find jobs to do, and the merchants are very willing to recruit them as guards. In this case, the arena is really only a few Small fish and shrimp can't turn over waves.

The only possibility is that there are two strong men fighting in the arena because of personal grudges, but this is just an accident.

Ryan and Veronica exchanged a wink. In the witch's judgment, the arena is indeed the one with the lowest probability of the three places. After three days of investigation by Lops, the arena can basically be ruled out.

"It's hard work, then shall we go to investigate the underground tunnel first, or to investigate the Aesthetic Society?" After a big meal, Lops and Alfred were sent away, while Ryan and Veronica sat in a room. In the living room of the first floor, the discussion about what to do next is continued under the reflection of the huge chandelier and the magic floor lamp.

"Our division of labor with Vice President Jacob is that he takes the demon hunters to explore the underground tunnels. Our task is to explore the arena and the Aesthetic Society. Now that the arena has been explored, we should start investigating the Aesthetic Society. "Ryan analyzes the current situation.

"Aesthetic will be difficult to deal with, Ryan, you understand, there are at least two members of the House of Lords of Marienburg who are members of the Aesthetic Society, especially the earl named Edmund Huron, he is the firmness of Agnida. Suitor, he has declared more than once that if Agneda agrees to his proposal, she will become a countess." Veronica gently pulled her long curly dark brown hair behind her ears, the Garland witch is a fire type And the legendary wizard of the light department, she is not afraid of cold.

"So we need evidence to prove that Aesthetic Society is a Chaos sect, otherwise we can't search the headquarters of Aesthetic Society, we must know that there is a dong coin block, if we are not careful, we will become unwelcome objects in Marienburg, Shu Lord Schultz supports me, but Lord Schultz is not the only one in the House of Lords." Ryan knows that every step he takes now must be cautious, especially in the face of the Aesthetic Society, which has been closely integrated with the upper aristocracy of Marienburg, once he leaves One wrong move and the only chance to eradicate this cult of Chaos is lost.

"Now, I don't know what happened to Vice President Jacob and the others." Ryan took Veronica into his arms and breathed in the scent of lilies on her body and hair: "Tomorrow we will go to the shield first. Coin Street, go to the headquarters of the Aesthetic Society, and by the way... how many new clothes can I buy for you?"

"You pay?" Veronica leaned on Ryan's body and smiled lightly on her sweet face.

"Of course I will pay." Ryan nodded as a matter of course: "As a gentleman, this is my duty."

"Then I can only give you this chance." The woman smiled like a flower: "When the time comes, my great knight will not be able to pay!"

"Don't underestimate your partner!"

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Marienburg, underground tunnels.

Marienburg is like a giant tree, located in the urban area on the ground, it is the branches, trunk and leaves of this tree.

The underground tunnels of Marienburg are the roots of this tree.

The Vice President of the Witcher Guild, Jacob, brought three young witchers to the entrance of the underground tunnel~www.novelmt.com~ Jacob was holding a large cigar in his mouth, and he was wearing a long The thick clothes, the brown-yellow men's trench coat are well-made scales, heavy leather boots, a wide-brimmed hat, a black face mask, and deerskin gloves wrapped around the forearm, so that the vice president only shows two Fierce eyes and a mouth.

Even if only the eyes were exposed, Jacob's terrifying ferocity did not diminish in the slightest. Except for the scar beside his eyes, any tunnel guard who saw Jacob's eyes could feel it along the way. The deep cold came from the back.

Those are a pair of eyes that doubt everything, those are eyes that think that anyone is guilty, those eyes that are as fierce as cheetahs constantly sweep over, doubting whether everyone is pure, looking for any traces of corruption.

Jacob is a veteran witcher. For decades, he has been working on cleaning up the gangster and destroying the evil. Even among the witchers, Jacob's handling is fierce. At the base, he let dozens of people in the whole village be buried with him. Once, because of doubts, he burned an entire street to ashes with flames.

After the Witcher Guild decided that Jacob had trouble deciding whether a handshake was a sign of friendship or intentional murder, the older witcher finally entered semi-retirement, spending most of his time at the Witcher's Guild. Headquarters teaches young people.

The master demon hunter is carrying a large axe and a long sword on his back, and he is also equipped with a short fire gun on his waist. In addition, no one knows whether the master demon hunter has other weapons on his body.

"Vice President Jacob, I found the trace of Belt!" said a young witcher softly.

"Very good." Jacob took a deep breath of the cigar and exhaled a nice ring of smoke.

"The hunt has begun."