The Advent of the Infinite King

"The rest of the matter is none of our business," said the jailer, handing the porter a key, "and see for yourself." He jumped into the carriage and sat down beside the driver.Then they began to control the carriage to turn around, only Shirley and Fana looked at the doorman.

"You come with me," said the doorman. "I'm not going home, but the ladies go to the castle first to see them."

They enter the castle and then the gates close, the castle is habitable but honestly there is a castle where all the defenses like the gates of the castle have to be opened by a turntable unless they have the ability to go through the eaves which would be Very difficult for outsiders to sneak into the castle without permission.

The two men followed the doorman.

"Shirley," Fana whispered to her sister, "how can you. Tremble? Scared?"

"I'm a bit small, what about our mistress?" Shirley said: "At the bottom, you should be whipped. This seems to be called 'killing Wei'. Let the female slave buy it, and you will know the upper and lower levels of inferiority complex .”

In fact, another thing that has not been said in contemporary times, the control of slaves by the state is very strict, on the one hand, so that people do not easily descend to this level, and on the other hand, those who have become slaves are very Difficult to climb out of this abyss, those who belonged to private slaves were branded with a red brand which was stamped directly on the skin of the slave (through the back, shoulder or arm of the city), there was no possibility for the slave to escape and disguise himself as a commoner, both of them People haven't been branded yet, but that's the customary way.

"No," Fana said with a smile, reassuring her. "If it was my husband's wife, it wouldn't be so bad. She should be a very gentle person."

The gatekeeper led them through a passage, and Shirley noticed that the castle was clearly divided into two areas, simple in appearance, with a lot of luxurious furniture inside, and a heavy gate inside and outside, which may be because the castle is protected from external attack Even if the enemy infiltrated the castle, and the gatekeeper had to close the gate, it could be delayed for a long time.Plenty of time to run away or call the police.

"Wait here" The doorman retreated at the door of a room.Shirley stopped here and watched the doorman walk in.She could hear whispers inside, but she didn't really hear what he said, but from the speaker's voice, she could hear panic and shock.

Didn't I tell his two fiancées?

After a while, the guard came out, "Go in, Madam is waiting for you here." He spoke very calmly, without any emotion.

The only thing Shirley can do is to walk into it with seven or eight moods.

It's a small living room or a smoking room anyway, it's not a big room, there are couches and coffee tables, and of course Shirley knew those couches weren't for her, so she walked to the middle of the room and sat face to face in the room The woman bowed her head respectfully, waiting to be asked.

Of course, that doesn't stop her from taking a peek at the future mistress.She remembered my wife as a set of twins.In fact, she observed it from a distance.Of course, it is best not to mention these events at this time. The expression on the face of the "mistress" is more uneasy than angry, or rather, the expression on her face is not so much an interview with two slave girls as an interview with two slave girls.Better yet, her unabashed panic in bed had anyone, especially Shirley, guessing what the woman must be up to.

After a while, a woman on the other side of the room opened the door. Her appearance and clothes were almost exactly the same as the "hostess". After the twin sisters arrived and saw that they were twins, the woman calmed down slowly, hoping that The twins can communicate with expressions and gestures, but Shirley is invisible from this angle.

"What's your name?" the new twin brother asked

"My name is Fana, she is my sister, and her name is Shirley." Before Shirley could speak, her sister replied, and she noticed that her sister didn't bow her head at all, but it was a natural attitude, as if to apply Maid position.

Hey!Hey!Shirley lamented in her heart that Fana had actually lost her pronunciation, and what she said was more like a spiritual communication, which could only be heard by Shirley as her sister, and of course I could hear it too.too weird.

"So, Fana, you, I bought it?" The hostess' voice was a little confused.

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Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, from the gentle tone of her speech, she knew that she shouldn't be beaten today.But she immediately realized that something was wrong.what happened?Can they hear Fana too?

"Well, I guess so." Fana seemed completely unaware of her situation.Anyway, she's a little confused.

"Then you two"

"Wait!" Shirley cried. "Can you hear me, where is my sister?"

"Of course I can hear you." The twins looked confused. "Her voice is clear and we are not deaf."

How could such a thing happen!Shirley looked again at her sister and twins.The two of them seemed more confused than her sister, because so far, they hadn't noticed that Fana hadn't touched her mouth when she spoke.

Chapter 760: Blue Bruise

"Why are you unhappy? Don't you get enough money from Huajie?" the woman whispered in his ear. "As long as you're getting a steady payoff, you really don't need to stick your hands in the flowers, do you? Like the superior gang versus the subordinate gang?"

Nighthawk smiled slightly.Is another world really too high for this subterranean world?Even a wise woman can only have such a vision.

"When Rosia came, you should have looked behind," Nighthawk said. "What do you think of her and the people she brought in?"

"I'm afraid Rosia has already gathered a large crowd in the Rue des Flowers," replied the woman. "The group of people she brings seem not quite used to that kind of life in the world, and should be temporary mercenaries. But she just wants to make up for it. Although she tries to pretend to be harmless, it may not be that simple. You Yes, I heard it from a channel. Rodia seems to be pretending to be a harmless little white rabbit, but in fact she has secretly infiltrated the whole of Falcon City. On the surface, she is nothing, Don't even ask for money from a prostitute who does business on the street, but if she's going to do it. It's a small thing." "Well, I thought so too. Even if you drop a blood rose, don't talk about it. It's It is a question that she is willing to come over today. This actually acquiesces that she is the manager of Huajie. Although she has vehemently denied that she is a leader in the past." Nighthawk replied. "This time they should pay. But next time. Do you have any great ideas to make money on a sustainable basis?"

"It's easy." The woman pressed her chest against Nighthawk's arm. "If you want to fight, don't fight with force. While it may be hard to tell in the long run, three or five times in the near future will be fine."

The audience burst into cheers.The passion for blood had everyone screaming at the top of their lungs like they were drunk.

In this game, two players with blunt swords clearly demarcate the outcome.Neither player has armor, and the fact that they both have upper bodies makes blunt swords quite dangerous.At this time, a contestant was already bruised and bleeding, and could only barely protect his head and face, and staggered back.His opponent, if not unscathed, at least received no serious blows.The fight was in its final stages, and the audience was filled with animal chants like "Kill him," "Kill this loser," and "Kill him."Half of the people say it because they support the winners, and the other half say it because they hate the losers and make them lose money.

This is the arena of Falcon City, a place that captivates and excites the residents of Falcon City with bloody battles.

Essien is interested in watching games on the pitch.He is very capable of seeing the whole process clearly.As the saying goes: "The layman watches the excitement, while the expert watches the door."For Essien, there is no suspense in this fight.What interests him is not victory or defeat, but how the victor attacks his opponent skillfully and brutally. On the one hand, he hits his opponent with scars; on the other hand, he keeps his opponent from falling. Like most games in the world, To fall is to fail.But the victor cannot go on the offensive.

Perhaps fed up with the cheering of the audience, or the cat-and-mouse trick, the ultimate victor strikes hard and decisively.The blunt sword used in the match hits the head hard, knocking the whole person to the ground.Then the victor stepped on the head of the loser who could not fall to the ground, raised his sword, and shouted victory to the sky.

His actions aroused the emotions of the audience to the extreme.For a while, the entire arena was filled with shouts.Everyone shouted, "Champion!" Few saw the fallen challenger motionless on the ring, the dark red blood beneath him slowly trickling into a small pool.

But even if someone notices, it doesn't matter.It's an arena.Playing games, not to mention holding an iron like this, even with bare hands, killing people is not uncommon.

Creole frowned upon seeing the scene.The loser should be dead already with this unarmed blunt sword fight, usually doesn't kill, at least not on the spot, but the guy got too many swords before he fell, and the final blow was in the ear any try Anyone with combat skills knows that getting hit hard in this position is dangerous.

"This Pasadoni is really dangerous," Creole said softly.

"That's fine, that's what people do," Essien replied, not disobediently. "Okay, the game is over, we can go find him."

The game is really over.The victorious champions have been turned into a side lounge, and the losers have been taken away.The audience started to leave, and the backstage of the arena was relatively simple.Essien is very familiar with this place, so he came to the contestants' lounge within three or two minutes.It is said that the lounge is actually an empty room with weapons racks, medical supplies and chairs for people to sit and wait.

The champion was there, sword in hand.This is because he has to wait here for some time before the gladiator has given him a victory reward.

As soon as Essien walked in, the champion spotted it.He turned his head and stared at Essien and Creole. At this moment, Creole clearly felt a strong pressure on his face, a suffocating sense of fear.Fortunately, Essien was ahead, otherwise Creole felt that he would probably have been significantly out of form.

"Hey, Basadoni, can you welcome an old friend with a smile?" Essien, on the other hand, was completely unaffected by the opponent's momentum.

"You're looking for me again, what's the matter?" Basadoni said coldly.But after confirming Essien, his tense muscles immediately relaxed.He turned his head, picked up a towel from the side, and wiped himself off.He was barely hurt from the fight just now, but he still had bruises on his arm, with a distinct blue bruise on his white skin.

Basadoni is a man in his mid-thirties with short hair and a upper body.The body made it clear what he was like: while he wasn't particularly fat, it was hard to find a lump of fat in a soldier's body.His shoulders were broad, mature and rigorously exercised, and his muscles, while not thick, twitched like thick ropes.