"Did you see that place that looks like a colosseum? That's the second altar, and it's also the dividing line between the second floor and the first floor.

The place we are standing on is called the first floor, and we are also the lowest level people in this gathering place. If you want to go to the second floor, you can challenge the superiors on the second floor to a death match, or get the recommendations of three superiors."

said the gentleman.

"It feels like someone has been promoted in the imperial court. Well... are there any benefits to going to the second floor?" the scholar said timidly.

"If you go to the second level, you can get more information and resources, and the connections and relationships will be different, and you can receive a certain number of stone plates every month. With these stone plates, you can use these stone plates to call people like us to help them work.

In the final analysis, the meaning of the masquerade is the interaction of resources and the forced division of classes. It is also a rule created by the strong at the top to make it easier to control the weak at the bottom.

For people like me, the advantages of this kind of regulation definitely outweigh the disadvantages. Without the adults at the top, the atmosphere here would not be so harmonious. A gentleman like me who doesn't like fighting would have no place here at all."

"Would the upper-class adults bully us lower-class people?" the scholar asked.

"No, people at the lower level can challenge people at the top, but people at the top cannot take the initiative to challenge people at the bottom. This rule is to limit competition to a relatively fair range and avoid the strong against the weak.

"The gentleman explained.

The scholar was silent for a moment, sighed, and shook his head in confusion: "Doesn't this rule restrict the actions of the upper-class adults? Why do they make such a rule to constrain themselves?"

“Because the masquerade operates according to the will of the strongest, in the eyes of the top rulers, the weak are not objects that need to be suppressed, but resources that need to be protected.

Our relationship with our rulers is like that of a hunter and his hounds.

In their eyes, whether they are the first, second, or third tier, they are just hounds. The only difference between hounds is their hunting ability. You think hunters would want to raise strong dogs.

Kill a weak dog?"

The scholar nodded as if understanding, and turned his attention to Zhou Ming and the werewolf in the center of the clearing again.

The gentleman continued: "In the same layer, there is also a ranking of strength and weakness. Of course, the ranking is for reference only. Only those who have participated in the battle will be counted, so the ranking does not represent absolute strength. It is like preparing to compete now.

The two numbers are 32 and 20 respectively.”

"Who is 20?"

"Mr. Werewolf." The gentleman said, "But Mr. Werewolf defeated the original 20 not long ago and climbed to the 20th place. Before that, he was the 40th place, which was lower than Mr. Hunter's ranking, so this

Who will win and who loses in this battle is yet to be determined.”

"Who do you think will win?" the scholar asked innocently.

The gentleman pondered for a moment and slowly shook his head: "I don't know either."

…

…

In the distance, in the outer circle of the auditorium on the second floor of the Colosseum at the Second Altar, a man and a woman looked at the werewolves and hunters who had not yet started fighting.

"I didn't expect the hunter to show up. I thought he would never come back." The woman in classical costume said.

There were faint golden words floating above her head: Illusionist.

The man standing next to her was tall and tall, wearing a Western cowboy hat and a long dark brown windbreaker. Two polished revolvers hung on his waist. The lower half of his face was covered by a scarf. There were golden words floating above his head:

"Sharpshooter".

"Do you have any idea? Which adult's cake did that guy touch?" The man leaned on the broken half stone pillar with a frivolous and casual attitude.

"I don't know. No one knows what relics he took, but it must be unusual." The illusionist said.

Recently, many people have discovered that someone is launching a special campaign against hunters, and illusionists have also noticed it.

The person behind the siege was very mysterious. No matter how much the illusionist inquired, he only knew that the other party was a strong person from at least the third level and above, and was the real ruling class of the party.

Interestingly, although the mastermind behind the scenes was on the upper floor, he bypassed the second floor and directly ordered the people on the first floor to launch an encirclement and suppression of the hunters without leaving any trace at all.

Many of those responsible for encircling and suppressing hunters were the vassals of the second-level powerhouses, but even if the second-level people asked about their own vassals, they would all remain tight-lipped and say nothing.

It is difficult to do this kind of thing in this place. To make people at the lower level willing to do things for him and keep them secretive shows that the mastermind behind the scenes has extraordinary skills.

But why didn't such a powerful man with mysterious origins and unpredictable behavior launch a larger-scale siege and directly steal the relics? Why did he only select a few people to work for him?

Moreover, since that person was so powerful, why would he be robbed of his trophies by hunters?

Hunters are just minions of the first level. How can they steal food from the mouths of strong men of this level?

"Werewolf or hunter, who do you think will win?" the sharpshooter asked.

The illusionist retracted his thoughts, raised his head again, and looked at the battle site.

She pondered for a while and said: "I remember that the hunter's characteristic is that his attacks can make people bleed profusely, and it seems to have the effect of increasing pain. The more serious the injury to the werewolf, the stronger his combat effectiveness. The two of them are completely restrained from each other. Seriously.

No matter who will win."

"Hey, let's make a bet. I bet on three stone plates that the werewolf will win!"

The illusionist glanced at the sharpshooter lightly and said in a lazy voice: "It's boring. You set a trap for me. I won't play with you."

"Hey, don't be so boring as a human being~"

"Gambling with asymmetric information is boring, but...if you can change the bet I want, then I will bet with you."

"Oh~ It's rare. Please tell me."

Hearing that the illusionist, who had never gambled, wanted to participate in gambling, the sharpshooter immediately became interested.

"Recommend someone for me."

The sharpshooter looked at the illusionist subtly. After being silent for a while, he smiled and said, "It's not impossible! But if you lose, you have to give me thirty stone plates."

"Okay, there's nothing I want to do anyway, so I'll just play with you. If I lose, I'll reward you."

The sharpshooter let out a low laugh, stretched out, came to the edge of the second floor of the Colosseum and sat on the ground.

He definitely won this bet.

The illusionist didn't know enough about werewolves, but he knew them well.

In fact, werewolves not only have the ability to have stronger combat effectiveness the more seriously injured they are, but also have the ability to become less sensitive to pain the more seriously injured they are. These two special abilities are completely aimed at hunters.

It can be said that the hunter has no advantage in this battle.
Chapter completed!