One person and one strange in the arena fought each other suddenly.

Although the muscular man was holding a heavy two-handed sword, his stature and pace were extremely agile. Facing this highly dangerous monster, he appeared to be able to easily evade and resolve all the opponent's methods. It only took a few minutes. Behead it.

He was unharmed, even breathing, and his performance was perfect enough to serve as a textbook demonstration of "How to hunt a **** ripper alone".

Seeing him dealt with the monster easily and freely, and his performance was extremely dazzling, the great philanthropist Walsh on the stage finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then said cautiously in that extremely humble tone:

"Two Venerables, this guy is a gladiator that I carefully cultivated. He is extremely talented! He has been exposed to all kinds of harsh training since he was a child, and later he also studied under the new swordsman Sir Barlow. He has very rich actual combat experience..."

"I believe he will definitely give people a big surprise when he enters the field of swordsmanship competition!"

He brags, the excellent performance of his men has given him a little more confidence.

But who knows that such a perfect answer sheet will get a sneer?

"Tsk... this is it?"

"He can't even beat the dogs in the village."

Although Ada was identified by Roer as one of the two uncarving brothers, he often does the tired work of other villagers, but he still has a very high vision.

"Such performance is also worthy of swordsmanship?"

His sarcasm reached the gladiator's ears once and for a while, making the guy annoyed, he let out a roar, kicked his feet fiercely, leaped high, and instantly passed between the arena and the stands. The epee in his hand was severely slashed at the top of Ah Da's head.

Ah Da still sat motionless, just raised the **** of his right hand and gestured like smoking.

The epee that was swinging was originally aimed at his forehead, but it slashed at his two raised fingers, and then fell exactly between his fingers and was firmly clamped.

The gladiator was taken aback for a moment, the muscles all over his body suddenly bulged, exhausted all his strength, and wanted to pull the epee out.

But Ah Da's **** were like a sturdy vise, no matter how hard the other party exerted, the epee still didn't move.

A look of astonishment appeared on the gladiator’s face. Although he had already riveted his full strength, the feedback sent by the sword hilt was very strange. It didn’t seem to be fixed, but it seemed like the sword was stuck in the mud and exerted force. Only the feeling of sinking deeper and deeper.

Ah Da did not get angry because of the offense, and even nodded and said:

"Courageous courage, you are the second person who dared to swing a sword at me."

"However, no energy, start over."

After all, he pressed the fingers of the blade slightly.

The gladiator suddenly felt a huge force that could not be described in words hitting him through the blade and hilt, and instantly knocked him upside down and flew out, and fell back into the arena below the auditorium.

And the well-made, sturdy and durable epee also disintegrated into pieces, and fell to the ground with a jingle.

"That's it, continue to follow your plan, but you have to work harder and try to make me feel more fun."

Ah Da said, stood up, picked up his cane, and slowly disappeared in place with his brother.

After waiting for him to leave for a long time, the great philanthropist recovered from his consternation, and a deep resentment suddenly appeared on his face. He crawled across the auditorium with his hands and feet, and jumped into the center of the arena, facing the corner that was still lying on the ground. The fighter punched and kicked.

"You can't feed enough wolf! You almost killed me!"

"You dare to do something like that, do you have paste in your mind?"

"Bastard **** bastard!"

The gladiator was lying on the ground, curled up slightly, motionless, and endured silently.

He didn't actually suffer any injuries. Although the opponent knocked him into the air, he still kept his hand.

But this was only for sex, but his mind was greatly shocked, so he had been lying motionless on the ground, as if he was reminiscing about the scene just now.

It's a bit like the kind of awe that humans naturally produce after seeing the true peak.

After beating and scolding for a long time, the great philanthropist finally stopped, knelt and sat on the spot, wiping the cold sweat from his head.

After being found by those two gentlemen dressed up by the weird people wearing masks, they seemed to be in a nightmare every day, but they lived to the present, it was a miracle on earth.

He was found by those two weirdos three days ago. At that time, he was locking himself in a secret study, sorting out a piece of information on the table. These were all he used through his charitable foundation to Collected by means of concealment and no trace.

Among a large amount of information, a telegram was placed in a separate place by him, which looked particularly eye-catching, and it read this:

"The murderer was an enthusiastic crowd who didn't want to be named. Don't hit my friend again, or I will kill you all within three days! The ashes will be given to you!"

When he received this telegram, his anger was overwhelming.

Was he actually threatened?

He is a **** and white philanthropist, and at the same time the intelligence director of the apostle, a powerful organization, was actually threatened by a guy who had nowhere to come?

So he kept the telegram, intending to pull out the guy who uttered madness so that he could understand what awe is.

As a result, the air in front of him suddenly distorted, and the two weird men suddenly came to him, but let him understand what awe is.

After that, the talking weird made him promise not to reveal his existence to outsiders, and used some weird means to tell him exactly what he knew in his mind.

"We will come again in two days."

After dropping these words, the figures of the two weirdos gradually distorted and disappeared into the air.

The great philanthropist quickly picked up paper and pen, planning to write a sealed letter and report the matter to the apostles in the organization.

As a result, just after writing, he felt a strong heart palpitations, and his heart stopped beating at that moment.

He was sure that even if he dared to write one more character, he would instantly die of myocardial infarction.

But at any rate, he is a long-established philanthropist and the chief intelligence officer of the apostle, a powerful organization. His psychological quality is still excellent. He quickly calmed down and made the most correct response:

As if nothing happened!

His own life is still very important. He hasn't enjoyed enough of the pros and cons of the great philanthropist.

As for the organization's plan? Besides...Anyway, there are thirteen apostles in the organization, so they should be able to deal with these two weird people, right?

Then just yesterday, the tenth apostle who came to meet him was broken into pieces by the two weird men who appeared again by some unknown and weird means.

It was literally piece by piece. The powerful apostle failed to make the slightest resistance, and turned into pieces of mosaic-shaped fragments, and then melted into the air.

The great philanthropist realized how terrifying these two weird people are...

Every apostle in the organization is a tenth-order demigod.

They either don't want to be sealed and restrained all the year round like the imperial demigods; or to take the last step, in short, because of various reasons, they joined the apostolic organization.

As a result, such a demigod was killed instantly without resistance...

So what level of existence should these two weird people be?

If the first apostle and the second apostle go out in person, will they be able to deal with them?

And this incident reminded him of the Eleven Apostles who suddenly died mysteriously just a few days ago.

He was also a veteran demigod, with a big killer like the Chaos Cage in his hand, and he was only recently awakened, and he was ordered to investigate the strange phenomenon of the No. 9 peak of the Snake Spine Mountain Range.

There, he successfully used the Chaos Cage to ambush the investigation team sent by the Empire, causing them to casualize hundreds of people at one time, and achieved a very magnificent record. He also retired completely, and thus received internal awards from the organization.

The great philanthropist himself was also happy about it. That night, he held a grand reception by other means, watching the dull and stupid imperial nobles still be kept in the dark, and they came to the banquet with joy. He has a strong sense of superiority in controlling everything behind the scenes.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Just when the Eleven Apostles continued to investigate this matter, they suddenly died suddenly, and the two eighth-tier legends who acted with him were also strangely missing.

What's more weird is that his body is still in the safe house of the organization, there is no injury on the outside, even his expression is particularly peaceful, it looks like he is asleep.

But that was just an empty shell. His soul had been completely annihilated for unknown reasons, and the extraordinary power that had been accumulated with great difficulty had also disappeared.

The organization suddenly fell into a panic, eagerly trying to wake up the first and second apostles, but was forcibly pressed down by the fourth apostle on duty, and issued an order to prevent the people below from continuing to investigate and pursue the matter.

This action is not in line with the style of the apostle organization's must-report. It obviously loses a precious combat power because of this, how can we give up?

"Don't ask too much, I will explain it to the two leaders myself."

"This incident reminds me of that huge change eighteen years ago..."

The great philanthropist doesn’t know exactly what happened eighteen years ago. He just probably knows that the entire set of huge and great “Project King’s Landing” currently organized. It was postponed for eighteen years.

But now, just as this great plan once again entered the key point, they lost two apostles one after another.

The great philanthropist has smelled some bad smells and clearly knows that the situation is beyond his control.

Although he is in a high position in the organization, because of the special nature of this organization, he is not an extraordinary person himself, so he can not be controlled by scholars. He can cover the shell of a philanthropist and conduct various intelligence spies under the eyes of the empire. Work.

So he made the wisest choice again, and turned his head to bow down to the two weird men and swore allegiance to them.

However, the behavior of these two guys is also very strange. They don't seem to intend to stop the apostles' plan of King's Landing. Besides obliterating the tenth apostle, they are more like curious spectators.

They only asked for more details of the plan, and did not take any action, and let the big philanthropist proceed as planned, but hoped that he could make the situation more interesting.

But the tenth apostle in the original plan has been torn into mosaics by your hands! How did you make me plan to proceed?

In the end, the weird man seemed to hear his heart, and asked with a chuckle:

"Are you teaching me to do things?"

The great philanthropist dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, so he could only find other reasons to prevaricate, asking them to quickly wake up the other apostles and come to fill the vacancy of the tenth apostle.

Then the two weirdos came again today, first ordering him to purchase various materials in large quantities, such as cement, wood, stone bricks, colored stones, and various farm tools and crop seeds, etc., and then send them in the name of a charity fund. Go to that poor village in Kodo Province.

The big philanthropist could only do so, and did not dare to ask.

Then, they looked at the planned gladiator who was going to participate in the swordsmanship contest, which was the scene that was staged before.

"These two Venerables, what are their goals?"

The great philanthropist murmured.

"Ababa Ababa."

The gladiator next to him replied.

This guy is simply dumb.

The great philanthropist suddenly roared:

"Stop yelling, go to heal your injuries, and continue training. You don't have to go on stage and fight with people these days and nights. Give me your attention to prepare for the swordsmanship competition!"

After Roer's imperial dead wood brother left the arena, the figure appeared in the stable of the swordsman group and came to the little donkey.

The little donkey was chewing carrots, when he saw them coming, he hurriedly walked over, shook his ears and said hello, and handed over the carrots that were left half chewed generously, as if he were entertaining guests.

"This is unnecessary, we are here to give you something."

As Ah Da said, he felt a full-bodied, bright-colored sweetheart fruit from his arms.

The little donkey's eyes suddenly filled with happiness, and the remaining half of the carrot was gone, and he quickly bit into the sweetheart fruit.

"There is another ~lightnovelpub.net~ Ah Da took out another sweetheart fruit and put it on top of the donkey's head.

"The village chief, you must also understand that things have always been relatively slow when you encounter things...oh no, I mean calmly..."

"We don't dare to approach him, so next, we have to rely on you to take care of him."

The little donkey nodded and shook his head, causing the sweetheart fruit on the top of his head to fall into a cloth bag hanging next to his stomach.

The pockets were filled with carrots, which were hung up by Roertu to save trouble, but they were hung out of the way, and the little donkey had to twist his neck so that he could eat it.

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Thanks to Peekaboo Moonshade, Blue and White Zombies, Mercury’s Masked Superman, and the generous rewards for always repeating the name.

Alas, today’s list is so short...