Arthur was the only prisoner who suffered such treatment, for no other reason than that this nineteen-year-old boy was a wizard.
When the soldier spat in Arthur's face and walked away, Arthur silently got up from the ground and wiped the footprints on his face with the new sleeves that Elise bought for him half a month ago.
, the soldiers' hostility towards him was visible to the naked eye. If the guess was correct, these soldiers would have other means of torturing him. In front of him, there was a medicine bottle that fell on the ground and leaked a little.
This place is not in the same location as the cell he lived in before. There are only two murderers he has met before, the dwarf demon Vanno and the scarecrow Kalman. Arthur drank the medicine in the antidote. He had not drank water for a long time.
Okay, this little potion can just replenish his thirst. But judging from the appearance of the two people around him, there is no food among the things that points can be exchanged for. Even his bottle of drinkable potion is probably just the so-called universal antidote.
, Arthur did not feel his strength restored after drinking it, but it was much better than before.
Seeing that the Dwarf Demon spent one point to buy himself two daggers, and the Scarecrow changed himself into an old knight's armor, Arthur looked at the antidote bottle in his hand and smashed it against the stone wall behind him.
Now Arthur has become a drag on Nighthawk Jace. Nighthawk even needs to use secret methods to assist him to avoid death. Arthur has always wanted to become strong enough to avenge his parents, and the promised thing is to lead the wizard to awaken
, and also promised the elf Docmundo to explore and transform the elves, but now Arthur can't even protect himself, let alone do these things.
Arthur found a corner and lay down. Through the wall, he could hear the sound of mice chirping in the cracks in the wall. The mice had been too restless in the past two days.
...
At the same time, in an abandoned house in the southern district of Brighton, late at night on Tuesday, the moonlight shone on the house that was being rebuilt due to heavy snowfall.
Guy, who was wearing a dark sheepskin jacket, kicked away a small stone. He was bored and could only use this method to relieve his boredom while waiting for the people to arrive. Mrs. Ino and Termasu on the side were vigilant about the night law enforcement patrols.
The small pebbles made a crisp sound when they hit the ground, and were then crushed by a person who appeared from behind the wall. Quevedo, who had only one arm left, appeared in front of Guy carrying an iron pole about one meter long, and beside him was
Johns and Vic Jarvis hugging themselves to breathe air-conditioning.
Footsteps were also heard from the other side. Elusi, Angelina wearing a felt hat and Ronis in a gorgeous dress appeared on one side, followed by Andrew whose face was wrapped in a dark scarf.
Except for Parrish who is still in the Western Continent and Arthur who is in the Death Game, the other ten members of the Hermits are here.
The first person to speak was Termasio. He was a senior figure in the Hermitage, and besides Parrish, his words had the most weight: "You still haven't found any trace of Arthur, have you?"
Johns replied: "I have asked all my informants in the East District to inquire. Because the flow of people is too large, and there are some people who have escaped from various orc tribes, there will be no news for a while."
"Quevedo and I have been searching for the whole day in the West District. In addition to news about missing persons, we have not heard of any large-scale black boxing events recently." Vic Jarvis then replied. As a member of the law enforcement team
He used his own methods to find a few familiar black boxing ring bosses to ask if there would be any large-scale underground fighting events in the near future. Naturally, he found nothing.
After Arthur was taken away by soldiers in brown uniforms, the Hermits immediately summoned all members to inquire about Arthur. Mrs. Inno even contacted Parrish in the Western Continent, but Parrish did not even use a collar button. Members of the Hermits
I can only try my best to find out Arthur's whereabouts in Brighton City in my own way.
Elus rubbed her frowning brow. She had not stopped to rest for two whole days. Arthur's role in the Hermit Society is self-evident. Not only is he the only dual-attribute wizard so far, but he is also the most important person from the temple of the God of Life.
The powerful wizard who brought out the Monument of Life. He is the key to the Hermit's wizards being able to breathe air freely, and is also the savior of Elise and Guy.
"Guy from the South District has inquired about it, but the result is not very good. It seems that the big shot with a private army can only be from the North District." Mrs. Inno hugged the tired Eloise. If Arthur really
were kidnapped to the North District. Not to mention rescuing Arthur, it would be a problem for the wizards alone to even get close to the North District. After all, the headquarters of the Arbitration Institute was there.
"In short," Temasu took over Mrs. Inno's last words: "Let's first look outside the other three districts and the surrounding city gates. Now we can only pray that Nighthawk and Arthur can help each other survive.
Johns said that in the end there was no news about any of the homeless people who disappeared three years ago. Although I don’t know who to pray to, I will give it a try and pray that Arthur can survive.”
Andrew, who had been silent, turned around to leave, but was put on his shoulder by a hand. Andrew turned around and looked at Johns who was following behind him with his only exposed eyes. He slapped Johns' hand away with his backhand and spoke in a deep male voice.
He said hostilely: "What's the matter?"
Johns didn't pay attention to Andrew's hostility. He vaguely grasped some clues, but he couldn't connect them together: "You...Andrew, you know the importance of Arthur to our Hermits. If you know something, can you
You can't tell me."
Andrew quietly looked at Johns, who had gone with him to the surrounding area of Lumby Town to explore the news about Isis. He didn't say anything, and just turned around and turned towards the dark street. After Johns was unwilling to accept this result and caught up with Andrew, Andrew's back
It had disappeared into the deserted street, and only the light of the kerosene lamp in the distance told Johns that the night patrol officers of the law enforcement team were approaching.
Andrew must know something... This is Johns' conclusion. But Andrew has always been a maverick. Even if he has some friendship with him, Andrew will not say what he doesn't want to say.
...
Arthur was awakened by a sense of hunger and the sound of neat footsteps in the passage leading to other bunkers. The clothes on his body were soaked with cold water. Last night, as he expected, those brown soldiers did not want to let him go easily.
Not long after he fell asleep, a large bucket of nearly zero-degree ice water was poured on him, followed by constant ridicule and bullying. Even his hands were re-cuffed by the soldiers. They seemed to find that Arthur's injuries were somewhat healed, so they simply
Arthur was not even allowed to take off his clothes.
In order to prevent those soldiers from affecting him again, Arthur had been shivering and sleeping lightly. It was bone-chilling cold even underground on winter nights. Even the dwarf demon Vanno next door could turn over and make Arthur sit up on the spot.
By the time Arthur was about to be dragged to participate in the death game on the second day, Arthur had kept his lips white and his eyes bloodshot for a long time. Even his chin had stubble from exhaustion. His hair was messy and his clothes were wet.
Sticking tightly to his body, you could even clearly see Arthur's heart beating. Wannuo, who was sleeping comfortably beside him, woke up and looked at Arthur, who was hugging his knees like a trapped animal. He thought he had seen a patient.
Plague patients.
Arthur was picked up by three soldiers who rushed into his cell. One of the soldiers deliberately asked Arthur if he had used his points to redeem weapons.
Returning to the circular sandy underground arena, Arthur was thrown into a new single cell by soldiers. The thunder element force in his body was as calm as dead water. It seemed that this cell was still made of black titanium.
The blood stains on the white sand in the center of the sand in the distance are still untreated, and you can even see a bloody head with one-third remaining buried in the thick sand. The surrounding torches occasionally tremble due to the wind coming from the ventilation holes, and the sand
You can still only see part of the distance clearly in the arena. Without the assistance of a torch, you won't even be able to see clearly things ten meters away. Arthur buried his head deeply in his arms. He was so nervous that he didn't want to see such a scene.
, this place is more desperate than Nozil City and the Elf Forest.
There was the sound of opening and closing the door of the single cell on the right, and then there was a violent cough. From the analysis of the sound, it seemed that it was the old knight Saparo who had been locked up together. But what does this have to do with Arthur? He was sleepy and hungry.
, the wet clothes he was wearing made Arthur feel nothing.
For the first time, Arthur had the idea that it would be better if he died.
The high-pitched voice of Mozkov's herald on the high platform on the left came: "Have you rested well? It's the second day now. The time may be morning, afternoon, or evening. Originally, I thought you two
Ten people can at least extend this game to more than five days. Unexpectedly, there are only ten people left on the second day. The winning rewards I prepared for you are still points and the pile of raw meat from yesterday. It is a pity that there are so many people left here.
It's been a long time. Some of these raw meats are stained with sand. It doesn't matter. I think the taste should be the same. Okay, without further ado, let me choose people from the cell closest to my feet. Come on, Arthur. Zoe didn't have any yesterday.
Poisoning you to death was something I didn't expect, and it looks like I'll have to put black titanium handcuffs on you in the cell."
Arthur got up from the ground, his movements slow and swaying. When the soldiers opened his cell, he fell to the ground unsteadily and could not stand up for a long time.
Mozkov, who was on the high platform, looked dissatisfied at the tall soldier wearing a brown military uniform with a medal on his shoulder: "Wozkama, I told you not to harass this wizard."
"Sorry, Lord Marquis, my men have also made a lot of bets in private. They should be a little dissatisfied that the wizard did not die on the first day." Wozkama bowed deeply to express his apology, and then stood on the high platform and spoke to
The soldiers at the stairs connecting the arena winked and asked them to quickly dispose of Arthur's body.
Mozkov looked gloomy and looked down again, only to find that Arthur had stood up again and was walking towards the center of the arena step by step.
"I...choose Zapalo."
After saying these words, even Nighthawk who was opposite Arthur's single cell was shocked. No matter how you think about it, choosing Nighthawk who has the best relationship with Arthur at this time is the best idea, but Arthur
By choosing an old man who couldn't figure it out and barely suffered any damage in the first round, did he give up completely?