Back at the warehouse, Salter and the others sat listlessly in the room of the warehouse. ∈8∈8∈ Read∈ Book,.2∞3.↓o

"Salter, things are not going well?"

"Yes, no shop in the city is willing to take over our Nanfu."

"I already knew about this situation just now. Lucesen's guild wanted to kill us. They had formed an alliance to boycott our South Carolina."

After hearing Yat's words, Salter's emotions suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Sir, even Lucesen's situation is so bad. I'm afraid Besanson..." Salter no longer has hope for Besanson.

"Sir, then should we ask Bishop Orov to come forward and help us overcome the difficulties?" Ron instinctively thought of asking the Bishop to come forward and coordinate.

Yat looked around the people in the room and said, "The Bishop is the last antidote. We should not alarm the Bishop unless we have no choice."

"Besides, for merchants, it is definitely not the best strategy to suppress power at all times. I have asked the manager of our shop to make an appointment with the head of the guild. When we meet and understand the situation, as long as the conditions we give are good enough, I believe they will not always be enemies of us."

Yat simply stopped thinking about it, looked up and ordered Salter, "Salter, you don't have to travel around in the afternoon. You go to the city to find a lively tavern in the afternoon, and prepare a table of hearty food and wine. I want to host a banquet for Sir William."

"Sir, now the caravan is in a desperate situation, and he still holds a banquet?"

"There is a reason I invite Sir William. Just do it." Yat answered unquestionably.

When Salter thought that Sir William was Bishop Orlov's personal religious guard, he instantly understood Yat's intention.

That night, Yat led Salter Ron Felix and others to hold a private banquet for Sir William in the most luxurious and lively tavern in Lucesen. Yat and his men accompanied Sir William and laughed until late at night before sending William back to the church.

Back to the warehouse, the waning moon has fallen into the sky.

Yat sent a bowl of broth to suppress the alcohol, listening to Kennem's report on contacting the head of the guild.

"Sir, it's not convenient to say during the dinner. The head of the guild refused to meet you at the beginning. He insisted that you were here to disrupt the northern and southern goods markets. Later, I hinted at your relationship with Bishop Orov, and he reluctantly agreed to meet you. However, he was not allowed to take time to get some time for the meeting because he was busy recently."

"He can't find time to see us, so we will take the initiative to find him. Do you know if this leader has a place where he often goes? We may be able to wait for him.%∷8%∷8%∷read%∷book,.≮.※o" Yat asked.

"Apart from going out to do business, he stays in the guild hall most of the time, but it may not be appropriate for us to go to the guild hall rashly..."

"In addition to the guild hall, does he have any places where he goes in and out in private?"

Kennem thought about it for a while and replied, "He seems to like underground fights very much. From time to time, he would go to an underground fights outside the city to watch the fights."

"Okay, you can find a way to find out when he will go to the underground arena outside the city. Let's go to the arena to meet the leader of the guild."

"Okay, I will arrange someone to inquire."

Just as several people in the house were discussing how to meet the leader of the guild, a black shadow in the inconspicuous corner outside the house had just disappeared at the corner...

On the evening of the third day of arrival at Lucesen, Yat brought Salter, Ron, Felix and Kennem to a ruin southwest of the city.

This ruin is a large colosseum in the era of the Imperial City-State, a thousand years ago. After thousands of years of dilapidation, only a large piece of ruins are left here. However, although the building parts on the ground have collapsed and destroyed, the underground parts of the colosseum have remained, so it has become a place for the rich and free citizens to seek bloody excitement.

When they arrived at the underground entrance of the Colosseum, two strong men with guards stood here with axes in their arms. Behind the broken wooden table was a goatee. Anyone who entered the underground arena must pay a Finney entry tax first.

Ron walked to the entrance and took out a few copper coins and threw them onto the broken table.

The old goatee picked up the copper coins and put them in a wooden box. He glanced at Yat and the others wearing armor and swords behind Ron, and lazily ordered: "This is Lord Drari's place, and you can't cause trouble after entering."

Ron ignored the goatee's words, walked around the guard and stepped onto the stone stairs entering the arena, and Yat and his men followed closely behind.

As soon as I stepped into the underground arena, the mud covered with feces and vomit was covered with bloody smells, and the dark underground arena was bursting with boiling and noisy. The flames burning on the corner pillars were pounding in the sound of yelling and cheering. Dozens or hundreds of crazy citizens and gladiators were crowded around the gladiator. On the stone open space in the courtyard in the middle of the gladiator are two "gladiators" are fighting.

Most of these so-called "gladiators" were sold young and strong slaves and prisoners of war. They were used by slave owners to seek excitement for people. Of course, there were also many free mercenaries and rangers here to make money on weapons to make a living.

Seeing a "gladiator" being knocked down to the ground, the screams of blood were constantly gushing from the mouth of the surrounding crowd, the screams of the people watching the game were even more violent. The party who gained the advantage was hit by the screams and shouts of the crowd, and he took a few steps back and rushed towards the guy lying on the ground, then he rose up and bent his elbow and smashed the guy who was spraying blood on the ground. His elbow broke the throat of the guy on the ground. The poor guy on the ground twitched and struggled for a while and then stopped moving...

"Haha, our warrior Joel won. Congratulations to the men who bet on Joel, you made a lot of money." An ugly man with short, fat, buck teeth and numb face jumped into the clearing ground in the courtyard and raised the right hand of the "gladiator" who had just killed someone.

A burst of cheers rang out from the crowd, and several guards from the arena came up to drag the blood-filled corpses on the ground away.

"Dear men, the next one to appear is the Warrior Jafar from the distant holy land of Holmes. The page hammer in his hand has smashed six heads. Today, the Warrior Jafar will fight three strong men alone, and bet one and pay three..." The short, fat and ugly man walked back and forth in the field to hawk.

At this time, a strong, thick, black-haired guy with upper body and a page hammer slowly walked from the dark corner to the middle of the arena.

Walking to the open arena, the guy glanced at everyone with his deep eyes, pulled out a cross from his neck with his left hand and raised it high.

Following Jafar, three big men with hammers and axes came out.

"Jafar! Jafar!!" The short, fat and ugly man raised his arms and shouted to stir up the atmosphere.

"Jafar!!"

"Jafar!!!"

There were bursts of cheers in the crowd, and it was obvious that this "gladiator" named Jafar was of great reputation.

"What are you waiting for if you want to make money?! Hurry up and place bet." The short, fat and ugly man took advantage of the excitement of the crowd and asked everyone to place bets.

The crowd of people watching the game turned to the warrior Jafar touzhu with "excellent record"...

Yat's eyes moved away from the gladiator and looked around the independent private rooms on the second floor of the arena, hoping to see the leader of the guild in those seats dedicated to the powerful and powerful.

Yat turned his gaze to Kennem, who shook his head, "Sir, he may not arrive later."

"Okay, then we'll wait a little longer."

"Anyway, I have to wait. Do you want to bet a bet too? Ron, go bet that guy for me." As he said that, he took out his purse and took out six small silver coins and handed them to Ron.

Ron and Felix, who loved the funniest, took out a few silver coins and squeezed into the crowd to bet on the warrior Jafar.

"Salter, don't you two try your luck? I think that guy is very strong."

Salter and Kennem looked at each other and smiled, "Sir, we are not interested in this bloody gladiator."

"Okay, you guys go to the door and stare at the head. He will call me later when he arrives."

The fight in the arena had begun. After Yat said that, he followed Ron and others into the crowd.

The fights in the arena are full of blood but they are indeed extremely exciting.

Most of the people who can survive by relying on gladiators are strong and powerful people. They are either defeated and captured soldiers or mercenaries who seek food by swords. The gang fights between the gangsters and the gangsters are biting each other with wild dogs compared to these gladiators. Therefore, the fight between them can attract these people who seek bloody excitement and scream and take out coins.

"Master, I see that we will win the three times the bet. That guy must have come out of the army. You see, almost every move he moves is fatal."

Yat looked at Jafar who was fighting with three opponents on the court. After a few rounds, he had successfully knocked down a strong man holding a bold hand.

Just when everyone cheered and thought the victory was decided, an accident happened.

The page hammer that Jafar hit his opponent's hand suddenly broke. Before he could react, another enemy had already swung the heavy hammer and hit his head.

One of them dodged sideways, and the opponent's heavy hammer smashed the air, then took a few steps back and pulled a few steps away from the opponent and the other two.

"Weapons, tampered with it." Jafar shouted at the manager who was hosting the fight outside the venue in a broken Burgundian language.

Jafar knew that someone must have tampered with his page hammer, otherwise the weapon that had been fighting with him for many years would not have been so easily broken.

"Weapons - there is a problem - change!" Jafar yelled again as he looked at the manager outside the venue.

The two strong men opposite Jafar looked at the Gladiator with a consulting gaze, because according to convention, the gladiator has the right to request replacement when the weapon is accidentally destroyed.

The manager of the arena looked as if nothing happened and said, "This is a normal weapon damage, the fight continues!"

Obviously another conspiracy is not big or small.

The two strong men were acquiesced, looked at each other and surrounded the unarmed Jafar with a drastic hammer.

Jafar thought something was wrong, so he moved back step by step with his two opponents to the corner where Yat and his men stood.

"Unfair!" Felix shouted.

"Yes, it's not fair!!" Ron echoed with Felix.

"Unfair! Unfair! Unfair!" protests sounded in the crowd.

The Gladiator ignored the protests in the crowd at all. It seemed that he had been determined to be the spectators.

Yat did not follow the crowd to make a fuss. He pulled a war hammer from Ron's waist and threw it directly to Jafar.

Jafar turned his head and looked at Yat behind him, leaned over and picked up the hammer on the ground, and rushed towards the two opponents with a sneer...11

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