In the morning, Brutus came to the living room and found Priul already sitting at the dining table, holding a book in his hand and chewing bread.
He noticed the arrival of Brutus and greeted Brutus with a look on his face as usual: "Good morning."
"Morning." Brutus yawned. Although he had long been accustomed to this routine, he still felt a little sleepy when he got up in the morning.
"Jephson? Prepare Brutus's breakfast." Priul shouted out of the living room, then put the book on the table and coughed, "I think what you said last night makes sense.
After I recalled it carefully, I found that the memory was indeed a bit strange."
However, he did not want to continue to discuss that topic in depth, and instead focused their discussion on how to prevent similar situations from happening again: "Do you think that this ability to instill or fabricate other people's memories has the opportunity to prevent it?
?"
Brutus sat down and thought for a while: "First we have to know how he did it."
"I think music is just a representation." Puliure pointed to the book on the table. "After researching for a while, I found that there are indeed people who can manipulate magic or cause other situations through musical instruments, but it seems that no one has ever stepped into the memory.
this area.”
"Perhaps music is a carrier." Brutus did not agree with Priul's point of view. Although he did not know the specific operating rules of the magical power in this world, since everything was still in the exploratory stage,
Then you may be able to get to the right edge by making some guesses based on your own understanding.
"It's similar to hypnotism - if there is such a magic or method. Since music has the ability to change people's mood, it is somewhat reasonable to change memory."
"Perhaps." Puliul shook his head helplessly, "Unfortunately, we still know very little about it."
"But I remembered another thing." Brutus paused, thanked Jefferson for bringing him breakfast, and then continued to return to the topic, "Do you remember those goblins? I think
Their roars also have a special power."
"Someone has studied this matter." Priul opened the book and pushed it in front of Brutus. "Some goblins' roars have certain mental attack capabilities, which will make the opponent's movements slightly delayed.
Or you feel scared and want to run away."
Brutus quickly glanced at the contents of the book and found that people with stronger mental strength would be less affected.
"How is this spiritual power quantified?" He was a little curious about this.
"I'm not very clear about this matter. But according to the mainstream view, the spiritual power of magicians and diviners is significantly stronger than ordinary people, and people who have been trained for a long time will also be stronger than ordinary people in this aspect.
"
Brutus wrote this thing down, preparing to study it later if he could - although there was a high probability that there would be no results.
"Where are we going today?"
"Let me think about it, the Sissoko Arena? Gladiation is an activity that every Sissoko person likes. Slaves fight life and death with orcs or huge beasts for freedom. Just thinking about that scene makes people...
passionate."
Brutus seemed a little hesitant about this. After thinking about it for a while, he finally nodded: "Okay, let's go and have a look."
...
Sissoko's arena is located near the port area. It is located here mainly for security reasons. If the imprisoned orcs and beasts riot, Sissoko's naval soldiers near the port can quickly suppress it.
Moreover, even if someone escapes from the prison in the arena, they cannot easily pass through the blocked streets. They can only choose the simplest escape route of jumping into the sea - the mortality rate is of course extremely high.
General tickets to the Arena were hard to come by, and civilians crowded into the ticket office to see who was lucky enough to squeeze into the front row first and collect the few remaining tickets.
Of course thieves are at home in this environment - but civilians have already learned this. Most of the people who come to buy tickets will only bring enough copper coins and hold their wallets up to eye level, even if they look at them.
I couldn't relax even if I squeezed in front of me for fear that my money would be touched.
In some alleys outside the arena, there are also some scalpers holding pipes in their mouths, or holding wine glasses that have just been filled from the bar. There are barrels next to them or a stack of bills on the alley, waiting for their prey.
Take the initiative to enter the alley and get slaughtered.
Usually you won't see thieves who care about their lives here, because most of the scalpers here are the subordinates of the nobles and people in the arena. If anyone dares to smash the sign in front of them, they will probably be killed by the slaves loading the goods at the dock soon.
Stuffed into dark and damp cargo holds as fresh slave cargo, or thrown into the sea as scrap to feed the fish.
But once you get out of the alley, it's time for these thieves to show off their skills - scalpers don't care that the tickets they sell in the alley will be circulated on the market in this form, except of course those who want to resell them again.
For the nobles and wealthy people, it is another situation. They easily walk into the arena from the spacious entrance on the other side of the arena, and they will naturally be served by attendants and maids beside them.
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The treatment of small aristocrats and businessmen with a little money like Puliure is sandwiched between the upper class and the common class. Although they don't have to crowd with those common people to buy tickets, they want to enjoy better treatment.
I can only think of ways to continue to improve my social status.
Brutus stood in the auditorium, looking at the crowds of people nearby, and then looked at Priul standing next to him. He had obviously been used to this kind of scene for a long time, with a calm expression on his face.
Look.
If there is any difference between knights and civilians here, it is probably that the per capita standing area of knights is comparable to that of two civilians...
The nobles and wealthy people gathered in several private rooms with excellent viewing angles, sitting together and sipping wine while enjoying the exciting competition that was to come.
Brutus estimated that there were nearly 30,000 spectators in the entire arena - easily catching up with the population of the town of Tatto. He couldn't help but marvel at the Sissoko people's love for gladiatorial games.
"Are there always so many people here every time there is a gladiatorial fight?" Because the sound in the arena was quite noisy, Brutus had to shout to Priul with a much louder voice than usual.
"Today is a special case!" Puliure replied, "but in the past there would have been more than 20,000 spectators here."
"So how many people are there in Sissoko now?"
"Now? Who knows!" Prioul's words were drowned out by a loud shout that lasted for several minutes. Brutus strained his ears and couldn't hear what he said clearly.
He had no choice but to look at the center of the arena and understood the reason why the others were shouting.
It turns out that today's protagonist is on the stage - a strong man with only a layer of animal skin wrapped around his private parts. He holds a sharp dagger with a cold light in his hand.
The opponent he was about to face was also transported to one side of the field by a group of fully armed guards. It was a tall orc locked in a copper cage, with heavy chains on his body, and there was even a trace of it on the chain. The light of magic.