Scum... Arthur, who was extremely unhappy with Mozkov, was forced to sit on an empty seat by the soldiers. The nighthawk beside him was holding the stew indifferently and snatched it from a prisoner.
He poured himself out of the glass and poured a glass of rum. Only this kind of strong liquor could irritate the orc's throat. Arthur looked at the destroyed dishes in front of him with disgust, but he didn't expect the soldier standing behind him to push him down.
, letting Arthur bury his whole head in the stew. Arthur, who could not react quickly, was forced to swallow a lot of minced beef and carrots, and finally struggled, his face was a mess. Even Mozkov, who was in the first place, was
Looking this way.
The people around him kept making playful laughter. They didn't care at all about the so-called last supper. Many people had never eaten such a meal in their lives. They only cared about drinking and eating. You could clearly see that Jace was trying his best to restrain his desire.
The desire to kill other people.
In addition to Arthur, Cannon, who is also a wizard, was deliberately introduced by Sheldo and was used by a wretched man with crooked melons and dates next to him. His robe was used as a wipe. The status of the wizard can be imagined. Among the many mocking villains
Only Nighthawk took out a piece of tissue and wiped it on Arthur's face randomly: "Why are you eating so carelessly? Eat more meat and drink some wine. I don't know if there will be anything to eat next time. Help me get it."
Come over with a glass of wine."
This is a reminder. Nighthawk has two meanings. One is to let Arthur not make himself too conspicuous here, and the other is to maintain his physical strength. Arthur looked behind him calmly and pressed himself into the stew.
The soldier who was laughing in the dish had the iron spoon in his hand broken into two pieces by force. Comparing his strength alone, Arthur's body after being transformed by the elements was far beyond that of ordinary people. Arthur secretly remembered it in his heart.
For these bastards who think they are noble, he will one day lead the wizard to twist up their collars and press them into the broth.
Mozkov didn't pay attention to the barbaric people at the table. He just held up the glass of rum and shook it gently. His ordinary stimulation was no longer effective due to his old age, and the charity he usually did was nothing more.
It's a disguise. Money and status are not important to him. He needs excitement in his life. He wants excitement that ordinary people can't accept to attract himself. After trying all kinds of novel things, one night many years ago, he was old.
Mozkov suddenly sat up from the bed. He thought of a wonderful game, a game that could stimulate his already aging and paralyzed nerves.
So, today, after trying out the homeless game three years ago, Mozkov officially held the game he had dreamed of. Seeing that the food on the table in front of him was getting less and less, Mozkov handed the wine glass to
The butler in the black suit behind him said softly:
"Everyone, have you all finished eating? Can you please tell me how this game is played?"
The only people present were Arthur, Nighthawk, Jace and the old knight Sapalo who stopped. The others continued to make noises and used this place as a place for enjoyment. After all, they thought they were just prisoners. Gunshots
It was mixed in with all kinds of noises. The brains of the man sitting in front of Arthur who was chewing sheep bones were spilled on the dining table after the gunshot. His head exploded and shattered, even the unfinished portion of Arthur's bowl.
There were blood clots on the stew and the side of his face.
The headless man's corpse fell slowly, and blood and dirt stained the white tablecloth. The soldier standing behind the man wiped his gun barrel with the corpse's clothes, and stood back to his original position silently. The sounds around him
Because this matter became quieter, everyone was shocked by the other party's decisive attitude. They had never seen an official organization dare to directly kill a prisoner! Did they ignore the laws they made?
Article 8 of the Brighton City Law prohibits official organizations from directly killing criminals except in special circumstances and against wizards. These soldiers in brown uniforms do not care at all about lynching! Arthur wiped away the blood clots on his face
, he doesn't care about the corpse. He doesn't have an elemental body to protect him now. All he cares about is the safety of himself and those he knows.
Mozkov raised his heavy eyelids, and after waiting for no sound to be heard around him, he slowly said: "I invite you here just to allow twenty, oh no, nineteen of you to conduct a small
Game. The rules of the game are like this. Each of you will have to fight three times in the next three hours every day. In the first round, you can choose your opponent. As long as the opponent has no fighting ability or dies, you can accumulate one point.
In the second round, the person who draws your name will decide who your opponent is. If you fall to the ground, you will be considered a failure. If you fail, you will lose one point. If you succeed in making your opponent fall to the ground, you will gain two points. The most critical third round is
, you have to fight with the people I arranged, and survive to get two points. Do you all know the rules?"
The man with long brown hair sitting at the end of the table patted the table and stood up. Nighthawk glanced at it, pointed at him with his index finger and said to Arthur: "This is the one who has been in prison, the fingerless wealth wolf Catalua."
Ketorua pushed away the soldiers surrounding him with one hand and shouted to Mozkov: "Old man, what do you mean? Rules of the game? What game do you want to play? Go find your old woman, I will be arrested and imprisoned."
Just admit it, no matter what points or rounds, I won’t participate.”
The soldier behind him raised his gun and aimed at the back of Katolua's head, but Mozkov held out a hand to stop him. "The fingerless money wolf... was born with a broken little finger. At the age of fourteen, he began a cycle of murder and imprisonment. The main purpose was to steal money.
Support your sick brother, ahem...Sorry. But this game is designed for you. If you can be the last person to survive in this game, I will give you freedom, which is what you were before.
The crime will be wiped off in one stroke, plus five hundred thousand Ed."
Catalua's eyes turned rapidly. He was originally so angry that he wanted to refuse to participate in the game. He sat down again and looked to the other side, pretending that nothing happened.
Mozkov curled his lips, glanced at the remaining nineteen prisoners in front of him, and suddenly pointed his index finger like dry wood at Arthur: "Arthur, a lightning wizard, went to Nozil City at the age of twelve and was accused of killing
As a diplomatic ambassador, the plan is to build a wizard's asylum... If, little Arthur, you are the last person alive... I will give you a piece of land and an identity, a person who can travel freely and not be
Are you satisfied with your status as an official organization for harassment?"
Arthur didn't expect that Mozkov would mention him, let alone that the other party would tell him what he wanted most. Arthur couldn't refuse such a request. He wanted to make money, but there were some things that even money couldn't do.
For example, identity. In addition to the death game, what Arthur has been worried about these days is the shelter. Two hundred thousand Ed is just one part of it. Without a suitable identity, even if Arthur has money
There is no way to get a school. If Mozkov, who is a marquis, speaks, then the matter will basically be safe.
Many prisoners looked at them with disdain. A wizard who wanted a place to live, and such a simple wish was disgusting to them. Ordinary residents kept a distance from wizards. They were madmen who had served as soldiers and had killed people.
For wizards, it is like a cat catching a mouse. They have killed many awakened wizards, and it is not illegal to kill wizards when they are discovered. Some people with itchy hands will use single wizards to practice their skills.
Nighthawk bumped Arthur with his elbow and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean, Mozkov? Are you really on the same page as Parrish? What kind of shelter are you really going to build?"
"We can't run anyway, so why not just treat it as a small target?" Arthur responded in a low voice.
The old man's voice came loudly: "Nighthawk, a member of the Giant Wolf Clan, wandered to Brighton City when he was young and founded an underground black boxing gym. What he wants most now is to go back and save your people. The Giant Wolf Clan has recently...
You are the key target targeted by a red-skinned orc, you need strength...I, my troops, if you win, I will let you take them away, five hundred people should be enough...and you, Hungry Tiger
..."
The Nighthawk's eyes and words that were whispering to Arthur were no longer synchronized, and its attention had come to Mozkov. Arthur also noticed what Mozkov said. Judging from the Nighthawk's reaction, Mozkov
What Zykov said was accurate. As Mozkov explained clearly what everyone wanted the most, the eyes of many people at the dinner table changed dramatically. No one mentioned their unwillingness again.
Participating in games.
Now... Arthur looked at the other eighteen people, and he was really determined to die now.