Xingyue, another world recasts the glory of human nature

"This is not the first time for both of you to participate in a performance. The rules are very clear. You still need to kill your opponent within the specified time and dedicate the victory to our master."

Chapter 50 Anti-killing

It was obvious that compared to the two wild brothers before, the two slaves who stepped onto the round platform at this moment were both 'professional'.

Slaves in Three Stone City are divided into divisions of labor after the age of five.Most are serfs and mining slaves, and a very small number will be trained into high-level slaves for entertainment.

And the two people appearing today are such high-level slaves.After a lot of training every day, just to fight with his own kind and please his master with his blood and life.

The dwarf repeated the rules, and neither of them had much expression on their faces.When the dwarf stepped back from the round platform and the hourglass time began, the two strong slaves looked at each other with ferocity in their eyes, and then they pounced on each other.

The fingers intertwined, the strong bodies collided, and the most brutal wrestling began.

Under the round platform, the Dirters wearing pointed helmets looked expressionlessly at the competition of the same kind on the stage. However, in the banquet seats behind the round platform, many Xi'an white-robed nobles stood up and stood tightly. Staring at the collision on the round platform, he cheered excitedly.

The nobles regarded themselves as the founders of civilization, freeing the people of this land from the state of being no different from beasts and establishing order.However, at this moment, they were venting the beastiality in their hearts to their heart's content.

This primitive competitive activity that releases male hormones is really addictive.

It's just that as a noble person, he cannot behave like a beast.But slaves are different, they are commodities.You can enjoy the thrilling fighting without breaking away from the civilized sequence. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Not long after, the wrestling stage was over. Among the two slaves on the field, the slave with black curly hair was slightly inferior to the bald slave in terms of strength.

Just before the bald slave was about to push the curly-haired slave to the ground, the curly-haired slave suddenly changed his move, raised his right foot and kicked his opponent's calf.The two lost their balance at the same time and fell to the cold circular platform ground.

The curly-haired slave rolled to the side and climbed up quickly, and then sat on the bald slave who was struggling to get up a step slower.The thick arms locked onto the other person's neck.

The bald slave felt the fatal threat. He became cruel and roared loudly.Before the chokehold was completed, he stood up abruptly with a force of brute force.

The curly-haired slave is currently hugging the bald slave, suspended in mid-air by the other's headband.

The bald slave fell backwards hard, and his two heavy bodies fell to the ground again.

This time, the bald slave had the upper hand. He stood up, grabbed the curly-haired slave's neck, and punched the other's face with his huge fist.

One punch, two punches, the dull sound of the blow echoed on the round platform.The bald slave's fist was brought down and raised again.

Blood spattered, and the ulna of his fingers turned bright red, stained with both his opponent's blood and his own.

The cheers have now disappeared, and the Xian nobles seem to be immersed in the fierce battle to the death on the stage.

After an unknown number of punches, the curly-haired slave's face had changed beyond recognition. The bridge of his nose was completely broken and collapsed, and blood overflowed from his seven orifices.

The curly-haired slave seemed to have completely lost consciousness, and only the instinct of his body kept him convulsing.

The bald slave stood up and looked at the hourglass on the edge of the round platform. The time represented by it was still a while.

The bald slave couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

He looked at the nobles watching the battle outside the high platform, and at the short man sitting tall on the high platform directly in front of him.

The man's height might not even reach his waist.But to slaves, the little man was their god.

The bald slave showed a humble expression, then lay down deeply, kissing the ground of the round platform, as if kissing the boots of the Lord of Xi'an City.

There were calls from all around.

But it was not cheers but exclamations.

The bald slave seemed to realize something was wrong and immediately got up from the stage, but a pair of hands grabbed his arm.

The next moment, a huge force came and forcefully broke his entire arm.

The curly-haired slave, whose face was covered in blood and whose original face could no longer be seen, stood up at some point and took advantage of this opportunity to launch a desperate counterattack.

This kind of reversal was obviously more interesting than the massacre on one side. After the nobles' initial exclamation, the shouts immediately turned into cheers.

The curly-haired slave ignored the cheers in his ears and took advantage of this opportunity to break off the opponent's other arm in the same manner.

Then, his palms tightly clamped the bald slave's neck.The muscles in his arms were all tense, and it could be seen that he had used all his strength.

After an unknown amount of time, the bald slave's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and there was no sound at all. Only then did the curly-haired slave let go of his hand.

At this time, the sand in the hourglass on the round platform had just passed away.

The victory has been decided, but there is no one standing on the round platform.After killing the bald slave, the curly-haired slave also fell down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"good..."

City Lord Lafran, who was sitting on the high platform, spoke loudly and gave this evaluation.

The performance was performed with blood and life, and the slave body delighted many nobles present. It can be evaluated as 'not bad'.

The bald slave on the round platform, along with the winner's curly-haired slave, had been carried out of the palace.The blood-stained ground was also swept clean.The dwarf slave accepted the praise of his master on the round platform.

The fun activities before the banquet ended in this way.

Next came the formal banquet. The beautiful dancers and singers came to the round stage that had experienced a fight not long ago and danced gracefully, showing off their beautiful singing voices.

The female slaves who served as waiters brought various dishes to the tables of many nobles in the palace.The magnificent palace is like a paradise at night.

The banquet continued into the night.

The cups and dishes on the desk are messy, the wine is spilled on the floor, and the precious ingredients that slaves sacrificed their lives to pick and capture are left in the dishes.

Bai Mang stood up and prepared to leave.

He was originally planning to leave with Pasa, which was in line with his current identity.But not long ago, Pasha sent a slave to inform Bai Mang that he would still stay in the city lord's mansion and asked him to go back first.

Bai Mang walked out of the palace of the City Lord's Mansion, and when leaving the garden, she saw a familiar figure.

The curly-haired slave who performed a death-match performance before the banquet was being supported by others and limping along the garden path.

Bai Mang stopped, pondered for a while, and walked towards the curly-haired slave.

To be honest, the purpose of this banquet for Baimai is to gather intelligence.

During the banquet at that time, Baimao's main focus was on the city lord Raph and the two aborigines with extraordinary powers.

In addition, the death battle also attracted some attention from Bai Mang.

Chapter 51 Dialogue

Slave deathmatch performances are not common in Xi'an.

Fighter slaves are a type of high-level slaves. They are not easy to train and require a lot of money.

Although fighting competitions are popular in Xi'an, there is generally no rule about 'killing the opponent within a certain period of time'.Only the city lord and some big nobles could afford to perform the deathmatch show.

The reason why that deathmatch performance attracted Baimai's attention was that although the process seemed to have twists and turns, the curly-haired slave was the absolutely weak side. In the end, he relied on his tenacious will and the opponent's relaxation to complete the counterattack.But in Bai Mang's eyes, the curly-haired slave was actually stronger than the bald slave.

From what Bai Mang could see, in that short period of confrontation, the curly-haired slave had at least three chances to kill his opponent directly.

The curly-haired slave is not doing anything for the show's effect. Life and death fighting is not a child's play. As a fighter, the curly-haired slave should know this very well.

The curly-haired slave's weakness in front comes from his hesitation... What's amazing is that the two slaves should not belong to the same slave owner.Obviously they didn't know each other and they were opponents who had to be killed, but Curly Hair hesitated.

In the end, the curly-haired slave's counterattack came from his strong will to survive, which transcended his inner hesitation.

These details alone are worthy of attracting Baimai's attention.

However, after the curly-haired slave completed the counterattack, his injuries were indeed too severe. Unless a doctor of Hohenheim's level took action, the probability of survival was less than [-]%.

Curly Hair has been injured a lot, and even if its owner is willing to spend a lot of money to hire a highly skilled doctor to save him, his strength will probably be greatly damaged.

A fighter slave has little value if its strength is damaged, so Bai Mang judged that its owner would not be very diligent in treating it, and the chance of survival would be even lower.

But now, the curly-haired slave can still stand up and take steps, albeit with the support of others.But such tenacity is enough to make Bai Mang sigh with emotion.

Bai Mang stepped forward.

Many stone lampstands were placed in the garden, and candles were lit in the lampstands. Although the light was too dim compared to the deep night, it was enough for people to see the surrounding scene clearly.

"The slave over there..."

Bai Mang opened his mouth and stopped the two people who were limping slowly.

The curly-haired slave's head was wrapped in cloth, and it seemed that his face was smeared with some kind of herbal medicine.The only exposed eye was also very swollen and the eyelid could not be opened.But through the slit of his eyelids, he could still see the white robe on Bai Mang's body.

The person supporting the curly-haired slave was a woman. She was about the same age as the curly-haired slave, about 24-[-].Black hair covers half of her face, looking very peaceful and beautiful.

But as the evening breeze blew, the woman's long hair flew, revealing the other half of her face that was covered by her hair.It was covered with terrible scars, like evil spirits.

Stopped by Bai Mang, the two of them stopped. The curly-haired slave was injured, but he still managed to kneel on the ground with the female slave beside him.

"I recognize you...you performed well tonight."

The curly-haired slave's swollen mouth twitched slightly, and his expression could not be seen. He said with difficulty in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you for your compliment."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Gurnis, sir..."

Bai Mang nodded gently: "I need someone to guide me out of the garden."

It was true that it was Bai Mang's first time here, but he already knew the route by heart.However, this is indeed a good reason to get in touch.

"If you don't mind, my lord, please let me lead you." The female slave said.

"Um..."

Bai Mang nodded slightly.

The woman placed Gurness on the roadside. This road was used by slaves. There was no problem in placing Gurness here.

Then, the woman walked back to the main road of the city lord's palace garden with Bai Mian.

The woman guided them in front, and Baimao walked behind. Neither of them spoke. It wasn't until they were close to the exit that Baimao called the woman to stop.

"What's your name? Are you a slave in the city lord's house?"

The casual inquiry and Bai Mong's tone also reflected this meaning.

"Sir, my name is Ymir... I am a slave of the City Lord's Mansion. The steward asked me to take Gnis, that fighter, out of the City Lord's Mansion."

Baimao didn't answer the other party's words, but just said: "You go back..." and then left the city lord's mansion.

Watching Bai Mang leave, Ymir returned to the remote path used by slaves, and then returned all the way to where Genis was.

Genis was sitting on the roadside, twirling an unknown wild flower in his hand.

Hearing the footsteps, he stood up and smiled when he saw Ymir's arrival.Although the smile was beyond recognition due to the injury, the sincere emotion could still be felt.

"elder sister... "

Facing Genis' address, Ymir's expression was cold, but his eyes were a little softer.

"Gennis, talk less and give yourself some strength."

"It's okay, I won't die if I don't have the strength to speak..." Genis said.

"By the way, I picked a flower like this, it should be fine..."

Ymir looked at the flowers in Genis's hand and shook his head.

"It's okay, these are not flowers in the garden, just wild flowers. If you pull out one piece, another one will grow. Just like a slave..."

In response to Ymir's words, Genis was silent, and then he leaned over the roadside and picked a bouquet of such wild flowers.

"What are you doing?" Ymir asked.

"Pick flowers. They are wild flowers anyway, so it's okay to pick them. Wild flowers like this are not common outside."

"I know you are picking flowers. I am asking you what you are doing picking flowers."

Genis was silent for a while, and then spoke softly:

"Afu is pregnant."

Ymir was stunned for a moment. She knew that Afu was a slave servant of Genis's master.

"you...."

"My master didn't know about it...I feel very guilty about it."

Slaves did not have the right to marry and form a family.

For example, Ymir and Gnis, although they were born from the same mother's womb, their meaning is just that they are slaves belonging to two different masters.

The reproduction of slaves is the same as the mating of domestic animals. If the owner does not consent and has an affair, both the male and female slaves will be severely punished.

Ymir took a deep breath: "I can prepare a medicine, but it will cause some damage to Afu's body."