“Master, if we can make money by throwing out ten small silver coins and getting back forty, we might as well open an underground arena.” Ron jingled a handful of silver coins he received from the arena steward.
Matt ignored Ron and Felix "dividing the spoils" in front of him, and looked at the gladiator from a foreign land who was walking towards him carrying a warhammer.
"What do you want to do!!!" Seeing someone approaching with a weapon, Ron stood in front of Art.
Matt pushed Ron away and said with a smile: "He is here to return the weapon."
As expected, the gladiator walked up to a few people and held the warhammer in both hands and presented it to them.
"Your Excellency, my name is Jafar. As you can see, I am a stranger who relies on weapons to survive."
The gladiator spoke Burgundian with a slurred lisp and a thick, exotic accent.
Art motioned Ron forward to take the warhammer, and replied: "My name is Art Wood Wells, and like you, I am a stranger who relies on weapons to survive. Judging from your appearance, I guess you are from the Holy Land?"
Ja'far also looked at Art up and down, and instinctively backed away when he saw the cross mark on the tail bead of the sword hilt on Art's waist. He took a small step and asked, "Are you a Knight of the Holy Order?"
At was startled for a moment, patted the knight sword on his waist, and replied with a smile: "That was its former owner."
Jafar then relaxed a little and said, "Thank you, Your Excellency At, but you gave me the weapon, and I let you win the money. It's even."
Matt turned his head and glanced at the bulging money bag in Ron's hand, nodded and said, "Yes, you don't owe me."
"May God bless you! I have to go find the bastard who wants to harm me." Jafar bowed slightly to Art, then turned back and walked into the arena. He would definitely seek revenge on the arena steward.
As soon as he walked into the shadows, Jafar saw five strangers in black hoods and carrying weapons approaching the center of the arena.
"What are a group of murderers doing here?" Jafar, who has lived in a dark corner all year round, is no stranger to this group of guys who make a living by taking human lives. Moreover, he once made a living by killing people like this group of people.
Jafar just thought about it in his mind. He had seen enough such things and didn't find it strange at all.
At the moment when he passed by Jafar, the leader of the men in black suddenly lifted up his cloak, pulled out a strung arm crossbow from his waist and pointed it at Art, who was watching on the edge of the arena... "Whoosh~~~" A small crossbow arrow coated with poison flew straight towards Art's head from more than 20 steps away.
Time goes forward a moment.
Art watched Jafar's figure disappear into the shadows, turned to Ron and Felix and asked: "How about dividing the money? Where's my share?"
Ron quickly grabbed a dozen small silver coins and put them in his money bag and handed them to Art. Art reached out to take them and put them in the money bag, accidentally missing a silver coin, and the silver coins fell to the ground with a clang.
Just when Art bent down to pick up the silver coins, there were three sounds of "Bang!" "Whoosh~" and "Puff", and the arrow flew close to his scalp and entered the throat of a man behind him.
Before a single blow was achieved, the four men in black beside the crossbow wielder had drawn out the single-edged daggers hidden in their cuffs and quickly approached Art.
Twenty steps away, Art didn't realize that the target of the man in black was him. He turned his head and glanced at the man behind him who had his neck pierced and fell to the ground twitching. He was about to lean over to take a look, but at a glance he saw four guys in black cloaks running towards him in a hurry.
"Danger!" Art instinctively shouted to Ron and Felix, and then pulled out the knight's sword.
The four men in black ignored Ron and Felix and raised their daggers to stab Art.
Before the long sword at his waist could be unsheathed, a sharp blade was about to stab him. Art held the hilt of the sword and stepped back, knocking down a man behind him who was inspecting the arrow-hit guy on the ground. Several people around him quickly took a few steps back to reveal an open space.
Hand drawn his sword to block, Art dodged two short knives that were directed toward his heart, and kicked the third sharp blade that came towards him. The fourth man in black had already rushed forward, and the four began to surround Art.
At this time, Ron and Felix also reacted and drew out their weapons to support Art.
With the support of Ron and Felix, the pressure on Art's rear and rear wings suddenly eased, and he relied on a knight's sword to deal with the four men in black.
"Du!" "Whoosh~" A crossbow arrow left the string again.
"Crossbow!!!" Art squatted down when he heard the sound, but the crossbow flew towards Ron who had no time to dodge behind him.
Ron raised his hand to block, and the crossbow arrow pierced his left arm...
The fight that broke out in an instant turned the arena into a mess, and the people watching around the arena were The crowd fled in all directions. Salter and Kenem, who were standing at the entrance of the arena waiting for the guild leader, initially thought it was the gladiators fighting crazily. After the crowd dispersed in shock, they realized that their own people were being surrounded and killed by a group of men in black.
Sart reacted faster. He rushed to the entrance of the arena and shouted to the two guards guarding the door: "Hurry, someone inside wants to kill my family."
Hearing this, the two guards quickly picked up their weapons and walked down the stone stairs. When a few people had just reached the bottom of the stairs, the steward of the arena stepped forward and winked at the two guards. The two guards stopped and walked behind the steward.
"You, why don't you go save people?!" Salt yelled at the arena steward.
"We never interfere in disputes between guests. This is our principle." The arena steward had a smirk on his face.
In desperation, Salt stepped forward and snatched the broadaxe from the guard's hand, then turned around and rushed to help the people who were being surrounded.
"What's the use of going up there? You can only cause trouble for them."
"You just let me go, am I just going to look at you like this?" Salt said and was about to push Kenem's hand away.
刑架。」
角斗场管事听罢楞了一神，看了一眼肯奈姆，又看了一眼被围杀的亚特几人，犹豫不决......
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In the middle of the arena, Art’s arm had been cut twice by the man in black, and blood was flowing out. These killers in black were obviously targeting Art, biting him from the beginning and refusing to let go. Although Ron and Felix tried their best to cover and rush to kill Art, Art was still surrounded by four killers in black. Felix raised his broad sword and tried to break away from the encirclement to rescue Art, while Ron's arm that was hit by the arrow became more and more numb and heavier, until his vision went dark and he collapsed on the ground...
< br/> More than twenty steps away, the guy holding the arm crossbow put the poisoned crossbow arrow into the arrow slot again, aiming at Art among the four men in black. He placed the index finger of his right hand on the suspension and pressed it gently, and the suspension was pulled little by little...
"Bang!"
There was a sound of a heavy hammer breaking a melon, and the fingers pressing on the suspension were released.
Jafar changed the nail-headed stick to his left hand, picked up the arm crossbow that fell on the ground with his right hand, raised his hand and drove an arrow into the back of a man in black. The man in black felt a sharp pain in his back, his face twisted and he turned around to look, only to see a thick stick covered with iron nails coming towards him...
With Jafar's help, the pressure in front of Art suddenly eased. Ron had collapsed but Felix was still trying to hold on.
Three against four, the men in black who were unable to hit a single blow had already lost the opportunity, and now they lost their numerical advantage, and were quickly beaten back.
Just when Art and the others were about to repel the man in black, several guards from the arena rushed up to help Art completely repel the man in black who came to assassinate him. The man in black pulled an injured accomplice and retreated into the darkness of the arena, leaving only two cold corpses with their heads crushed...
"Felix, stop chasing him and be alert. I need to save Ron quickly. The crossbow arrows are poisonous." Art ignored the bleeding wound on his body and leaned over to half-lift Ron and tore his clothes, revealing the arrow wound that had started to turn purple.
"Kenem, is there a medical clinic nearby?"
"My lord, there is only a medical clinic in the city, in the north of the city. Then there is the Holy Medical Clinic in the monastery to treat the wounded."
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"Forget it about the Holy Medical Clinic, let's go to the hospital in the north of the city."
hh "Sart, hurry up and find a carriage outside."
hh Salter quickly got up and ran out.
"It's too late, we have to deal with it first." Art asked Kenem to support Ron, then he took out the dagger from his waist and cut off the arrow tail with one knife. He pressed his arm with his left hand, pinched the pierced arrow with his right hand and pulled hard, and the crossbow arrow was pulled out along the wound.
"Brother Ja'far, help me get a torch." Ja'far got up and ran to the stone pillar to get a burning torch.
Att put the dagger on the flame and roasted it for a while. The tip of the dagger was slightly red, and then Art stuffed the torn rag into Ron's mouth, then opened the wound on Ron's arm, and used the red-hot dagger to gouge out the purple-black rotten flesh.
Ron, who was unconscious after being hit by an arrow, was awakened by the pain, and Kenem firmly held down Ron, who was struggling in severe pain.
“Hold it, all the rotten meat must be cut out, otherwise your arm will be useless.” Art sweated profusely as he dug out bits of the poisoned meat bit by bit, while asking Ron to endure it as best he could.
After cutting out the rotten flesh, Art took out the herbal powder he carried with him and applied it to the wound. He then cut off his cotton sleeve and bandaged the wound tightly to stop the bleeding.
"Why hasn't the carriage arrived yet?" Art asked anxiously, looking at Ron who was unconscious and pale.
Felix put the broadsword into its scabbard; bent over, carried Ron on his back and walked out.
"Sir Yat, you also need to stop the bleeding." Jafar looked at the wound on Yat's body that was still bleeding.
“I’m fine, I can’t die. Brother Jafar, if you are willing to protect us until we are safe, this purse will be yours.” Art said, picking up the purse on the ground and throwing it to Jafar.
Jafar weighed the money bag and gave it back to Art, "I'll give it to you when you survive."
Jafar then glared at the arena steward standing next to him and said fiercely: "You - wait." After that, he followed Art out of the arena.