"As the master of a country, you actually went to a gladiatorial fight!"

Sitting in the Institute restaurant in the Soul Space, Rachel drank the draft beer in his hand, blushing, and complained loudly to Todd: "I had already opposed the plan to rescue Boyle! It's not bad now, you still have to pretend to be him to fight?!"

Todd explained with a wry smile: "Boyle's identity is too important...His reputation is so high among hundreds of barbarian tribes. If you can grasp this power, the Western Kingdom can..."

"Even if he is important, is it important to have the king of the Muxi Kingdom?!" Pushing the beer glass aside, Rachel pulled out a box of "Haagen-Dazs" from the freezer at the bar, lifted the lid, angrily Said: "You may have defeated today's opponent, what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Your enemy will only get stronger and stronger, and one day you will reveal your identity!"

Todd touched the bridge of his nose and said, "I also understand the truth about Ye Changmeng, so I need your help."

"Help? I thought you could settle everything alone." Rachel glanced at Todd, scooped up a piece of ice cream with a small spoon, put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up: "This tastes pretty good, in the kingdom of Muxi Can it be done?"

Picking up the lid and reading the ingredient list carefully, Todd replied: "It may be difficult to be exactly the same, but it can still be done roughly the same."

After digging another piece and putting it in his mouth, Rachel nodded and said, "That's fine, this can be used as the signboard of the "Sisters Hotel", just to make up for the lack of dessert... No, what am I just saying? You want me to help Why are you busy?"

"I want to learn Beidi."

Rachel rolled his eyes at Todd: "Are you planning to live in the "Red Circle" for a long time?"

The latter did not express the negative: "I need to be able to communicate with other people in the "Red Circle", and language barriers are the biggest problem."

Richel didn’t say anything. He finished the ice cream bit by bit, put down the spoon and looked at Todd and said, “I know you want to save Boyle’s people, and I also know you want to ask about Aisha’s whereabouts. But you do. Have you ever gotten the identity of Boyle now, and his people have no value to you, leaving here as soon as possible is the most important thing. As for Aisha, there is no reputation, and there is no guarantee. Loyal pirate, I believe there are many people who can replace her..."

Before he finished speaking, seeing the helpless look on Todd's face, Rachel closed his eyes and sighed: "You want to say you can't do it, right?"

"Why do you want to carry on your shoulders the responsibility that does not belong to you?" Rachel opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, with tenderness in his eyes: "It's like climbing a mountain. Obviously, it is more tricky and convenient. Why did you choose the most difficult and dangerous route?"

Todd shook his head slightly: "Take the mountain climbing you just mentioned as an example. Some people only see the top of the mountain in the process of climbing. What they value more is "I conquered this mountain"; but there are also some people. In the process of climbing, what they care about is the scenery along the way and the meaning of travel. What they want more is "I own this mountain."

Using a small spoon to gently tap the edge of the paper cup, Rachel lay on the table and looked at Todd and said, "Is the process important?"

Todd smiled: "Does the result matter?"

Seeing the woman’s show scattered on the table, Todd’s face showed a look of remembrance: “A creature like humans, only when they have been exposed to death, will they understand a truth, the so-called meaning of life, and the material and matter you possess. Power does not have much to do with it. The key is whether your life is wonderful and whether you have walked through the most beautiful scenery..."

Rachel asked puzzledly: "This is philosophy?"

Todd shook his head and smiled and said, "This is an experience."

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"Red Circle" arena, one floor above the ground, the management office.

The director of the arena, sitting at his desk, asked his subordinates, "Who is the next opponent of the traitor?"

The latter hurriedly replied: "Ackerman the stalker, he is good at using bows and arrows and throwing knives, and his running speed is unmatched."

"Stupid!" The supervisor shouted at his subordinates: "Even the "Skinner" who won 19 victories was defeated by that guy. What can this idiot who can only use bows and arrows do?!"

The subordinate said embarrassingly: "Boss, the schedules for the slightly more powerful gladiators recently are full, and there is really no arrangement."

The supervisor snatched the other party's roster, looked at the list above, thought for a moment, picked up the pen and sketched out the selected names one by one.

The subordinates looked at this action and asked puzzledly: "Are you...?"

After reading the selected name again, the supervisor nodded in satisfaction, and returned the roster to his subordinates: "Find all these people above for me, and let them face Boyle the day after tomorrow!"

Taking a look at the list, the surprised subordinate said with a trembling voice: "Boss, did you make a mistake? You chose ten people in total! There are shield guards, archers, spears, There is also an assassin!"

The supervisor put the bipod on the table, looked at the ceiling, and said to himself: "If one person can't defeat him, what about a group of people?"

The subordinates looked at the list again and asked again: "Boss, according to the rules of the arena, even if you play more and less, at most it will be two to one, or three to one. Ten to one is not immune. too…"

He glared fiercely at his subordinates, and the supervisor roared: "Do you know who that Boyle is?! He won't die for a day, but the red circle will be restless! In short, in the next battle, he must die!"

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"Red Circle" arena, basement level, gladiator training ground.

The thin and tall young man, while playing with the throwing knife in his hand, said to the sturdy man holding the stone lock, "Have you heard of the day after tomorrow's gladiatorial fight?"

The latter continued training on his own, and didn't even take care of the former's plan.

The thin and tall man found a stone step, sat down, tilted Erlang's legs, and said slowly: "Ten people beat one person, I really don't know what those people think."

The sturdy man ignored him, still dancing the stone lock in his hand.

"Those people are still talking, if anyone can kill Boyle in a gladiatorial fight, whoever can be free..."

Hearing the young man's words, the sturdy man stopped the training in his hands and said dullly, "Ackerman, I advise you to stop this idea."

The young man called Ackerman looked at each other curiously and asked: "Why not? Casper? As long as you can kill the barbarian, you can return to the Holy Acropolis and continue to be your knight. As for me, I plan to go to Muxi Kingdom to find an errand."

Casper put the stone lock on the ground, on the face of the resolute Fangzheng, UU reading www. uukanshu.com expressed a trace of sentimentality: "In that "Watch Canyon Retreat", I lost my old boss and my two brothers. I don't plan to go back to the South anymore.

Ackerman stuck his flying knife in the soil and sighed: "I am not much better than you. Those villagers in Qianmu Village who believed in the promise of the church and chose to retreat to the east were killed, starved, and exhausted. Yes, as of today, I am the only one left."

Casper twisted his arms, stretched his muscles, shook his head and said, "Even if you kill that barbarian, I don't think those people will keep their promise. If you don't believe it, think about the guarantee they made before. Has Xiang come true? Besides, Boyle defeated the "Skinner". It is not a simple matter to kill him..."

Ackerman thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Do you want to take a gamble on the day after tomorrow's gladiatorial fight?"

Casper frowned and looked at each other: "Bet?"

　　

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