After being addicted to alchemy, the lady was kneeled and licked by the Duke

Adestri is the matron of the Quinn family in Quisan City.

This ruthless matron also serves as the high priest of the Spider Temple in Quesan City.

Unlike other drow gathering places, Adestri grasped the highest authority of the family with her left hand; and held the scepter of the temple with her right hand.

She is like a greedy black widow, her empty heart filled with desire for power.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the shadowy wooden door that exuded a dark atmosphere.

Adestri raised her eyes.

Her eyes were sinister, looking like a sinister snake.

"Enter."

The person who came in was Adestrid's eldest daughter.

The eldest daughter of the Quinn family and the well-deserved first heir of Quinn City.

However, when the eldest lady walked into the study, she didn't even dare to look into her mother's eyes and only lowered her head deeply.

"Mother."

Adestri put down her quill.

She didn't answer, and the pressure was put on the eldest daughter, who was timidly preparing to report the latest information about the arena.

This mistress who clung to power caused a bloody storm when she came to the throne.

He killed all his competitors, trampled on the bones of his family sisters, and sat on the throne of power step by step.

Adestri just stood up, but Angelia was so frightened by her mother that her knees weakened and she almost knelt down on the ground.

"Master, mistress, today, today we are fighting in the arena..."

Angelia's tongue seemed to have suddenly learned how to DJ.

But obviously, her biological mother, the eldest matron of the Quinn family, did not feel pleased.

On the contrary, Adestra's expression on the window seemed to be quenched with poison.

"So, who is the winner of the gladiatorial arena today?"

Feeling her mother's suddenly cold eyes, Angelia was so frightened that she almost peed.

"Yes, yes, yes, ah, ah, ah..."

She was so coldly looked at by her biological mother that she bit her tongue and did not even finish saying the name 'Assange' in the end.

Assange, a name that everyone in Quesan City knows, but no one dares to mention.

silence.

The study was deathly silent.

Angelia was so frightened that she didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that because of the air coming out of her nostrils, she would be chopped into eight pieces by her furious mother, and thrown into the spider forest to be used as a 'gnawing stick' for the spider drow.

Adestri's chest rose and fell more and more.

"Two months ago, your sister swore to me on her life that...that damn trash wouldn't survive a month in the arena."

Then, 'Assange' lived happily for a month and became the 'Rookie King' who won 302 consecutive games in the arena.

And Angelia's poor unlucky sister was 'built' into a 'meat tree' by their biological mother and thrown into the spider forest outside the city.

Then, the arena was handed over to the eldest daughter Angelia.

When Angelia received this hot potato, she was so moved that she almost peed.

Now, another month has passed, but the defector named 'Assange' is still alive.

return! live! On!

Angelia made a quick decision and knelt down immediately.

She crawled to her mother's feet and grabbed the corners of her black robe tightly. She was so frightened that her nose and tears flowed together. "Give me another chance! Please! For the sake of Her Majesty the Queen, mother, that defector is simply poisonous." !”

"I used the magic limiter of 'Prison Island' on him, and assigned him the most ruthless gladiator in the arena..."

The eldest daughter of the Quinn family became more and more aggrieved as she talked and almost died from crying.

However, the emotionless mistress didn't even give her a spare look.

Soon, several drow guards walked into the study quickly.

Carrying out their former eldest lady.

But it doesn't matter, the mistress still has many daughters.

There are many other heirs to the Quinn family.

In the study, Mistress Adestri, who was coiled like a cold snake in front of the desk, slowly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a twisted smile.

"Okay, Assange, let's see each other one last time before the spider sacrifice."

……

Quisan City, Arena.

Today, the arena has a new owner.

The seventh lady of the Quinn family.

The people below were shocked from the beginning to numb now.

What made their mistress kill her two heirs within two months? Why did the arena change its owners three times in two months?

"Hey! Assange! If you win today's game, you will be the new king of gladiatorial games!" A mixed-race troll wearing a leather mask slapped Assange.

Assange deftly and skillfully avoided the opponent's enthusiastic 'big slap'.

Assange: "..."

He calmly used a wooden spoon to scoop up a spoonful of stewed beans that the pigs wouldn't even eat, and put it into his mouth.

Chew chew chew.

"...Hmm." 'Assange', no, it should be Charmont, he replied absently.

When Assange 'exchanged' in advance, Chalmont thought this was outrageous.

Because whether it was his hometown or Assange's hometown, they both became 'regional celebrities' because of their escaped marriage.

However, before Chalmont could question it, Assange took out a magic item.

'A twenty-sided die kissed by Lady Luck'.

This weird dice can only be used once.

As long as the wish does not exceed the ability of the magic item, throwing the required points will make a wish come true.

Then, Assange slapped his head and promised that the two people's exchanged identities would not be discovered.

Sure enough, in the past two months, Charmon jumped up and down in the arena, wearing a shadow mage's vest, and defeated enemies one after another with an assassin's dagger.

An old acquaintance of Assange who didn't hold a grudge came to see why the weak mage suddenly changed his profession to become a legendary assassin...

While Charmon was eating beans absentmindedly, a group of heavily armed drow guards broke into the hall where the gladiators were resting.

These people wore shiny mithril armor and were armed to the teeth.

"What's going on?" Charmont asked bewilderedly after realizing it.

On the other side of him sat a carefree orc hybrid.

The orc hybrid glanced at it and ate the beans with the fork in his hand. "Oh, we have a new boss again. Maybe the new boss comes to say hello to us."

The orc thought for a while and added, "Don't worry, it may be changed again next month."

The gladiator opposite the orc whistled, "I don't know who the big shot was, but we had three bosses in two months."

The people sitting at the long banquet table nodded in agreement.

Charmon realized it later and nodded along with him, "Yes, it's really amazing. I wish I could be so amazing."

This way, he won't be caught, and maybe he can save Assange...

he thought sadly.

Step, step, step.

The sound of footsteps came.

Everyone looked over.

I saw a noble drow with a somewhat crazy expression walking in.

She was dressed gorgeously, and everything she wore showed her noble status.

But she behaved like a madman, "Haha~haha~~ I am your master this month."

"Ah, but don't worry, maybe we only need to get along for a month, right?"

After saying these two inconsistent words, the new owner of the arena was about to stagger away.

But when she walked to the door, she suddenly wanted to get up and slapped her head, "Look at me, I almost forgot to say the most important thing."

"Ah, today is the final of 'King of Gladiators', and a big shot is coming to watch."

She looked at 'Assange' with malicious eyes as if they were quenched with poison, "That's my mother."

After saying that, she smiled nervously and said, "How's it going, Assange, are you happy? Mother is here to see you."

You damn bastard!

However, 'Assange' slowly and slowly tilted his head.

Who?

Who is that?

In an instant, the seventh daughter of the Quinn family turned down her face and smiled.

The smile deliberately imitated her mother's, looking like a grinning snake.

"It doesn't matter, you will 'remember' when today's game is over."

After that, he left like crazy.

Charmon watched the other party's leaving figure.

The orc beside her asked her in a worried voice, "What? Do you know her? No, do you have a grudge against her?"

Charmont shook his head slowly.

The orc scratched his head and said, "Then why do you look so worried?"

Charmon said slowly, "I'm worried... her mental state doesn't look like she can survive a month."

Orc: "..."

Charmont was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so he continued to explain, "I'm afraid that she will be replaced in half a month."

The half-orc slowed down and blocked his companion's 'crow's mouth'.