my age of magic

Chapter 1053 155. Anecdotes of the Arena 2
'young'……

When this word came out of Mrs. Aliya's magnetic voice, I felt like traveling through time and space in a trance.

There is a long section of marble steps outside the entrance of the arena, and the golden autumn sun sprinkled on my face, making it a little warmer, and leaving my shadow on the white shiny steps.

In autumn, the southeast monsoon on the Endless Sea stopped blowing towards Roland Continent, and the air in the imperial capital became somewhat dry.

Scholar Yerkes walked ahead with Mrs. Cecilia on his arm, and the two chatted affectionately and in low voices.

That quiet and delicate girl, Mrs. Cecilia's niece, Miss Jenny, followed behind Mrs. Cecilia. She probably wasn't used to walking such a long distance in a court dress, perhaps because the crystal shoes under her feet were not perfect. It fits her feet too well, and she seems to be struggling a bit when walking. The maid on the side helped her lift the long skirt, and the other maid helped her hold up a parasol to block the glare of the sun.

Mrs. Aliya and I walked behind and said to her with a smile: "I am very young! I just attended the completion ceremony last month!"

Mrs. Aliya took my arm, leaned her head over calmly, and said in a voice that only the two of us could hear clearly: "I mean, please, when you ask me out to go shopping, Dress yourself up a little more maturely, after all, you have to be considerate of the feelings of your female partner, right!"

Looking at the delicate face that has not been left by the years, the longer we get along, the more I find that Mrs. Alia is the kind of woman who looks very charming. No matter her eyes or lips, she can make people feel full She breeds a desire to conquer, and she is also a very negotiable woman, she knows to make some appropriate demands at the right time.

I touched the fish skin hood on the top of my head with my hand. This tribal-looking hood is indeed a little different. It still retains a large part of the texture of the murloc skin. From a distance, even There will be an illusion that there is a little murloc lying on top of my head. Wearing this fish skin hood can give me a feeling that my spiritual power is constantly expanding, and my magic perception will also increase. I have to say that this feeling is still Great.

As for this black and white striped consecration suit, I usually only wear this set of magic robes once in a while in the academy, because the consecration suit has the effect of increasing the casting speed of one-level magic skills. When using the 'Frost Scroll', it can actually increase the speed of drawing magic lines on the magic parchment, so I only wear it once in a while when making elementary magic scrolls.

I made an appointment with Mrs. Aliya by the pool outside the college dormitory, so I waited for her in the dormitory.

Later, lying on the bed was a bit boring, so I simply got up from the bed and drew dozens of 'Frost' magic scrolls on the writing table in one go, but because I was too involved in drawing the scrolls, I forgot the agreed time, and waited until the magic scroll in the next bedroom It was only when the doctor knocked on the door and told me that there were people waiting downstairs that I remembered that I had made an appointment with Mrs. Alia.

In this way, it was unavoidable to be a little rushed when going out, and I didn't have time to change into a Misoli magic robe, so I ran out in such a hurry.

There was a faint smell of rosemary on her body, and her long golden hair was coiled up on her head, revealing her long snow-white neck, standing so outstanding in the crowd.

As I walked, I asked Mrs. Alicia: "You and the Marquise Cecilia knew each other before?"

Mrs. Aliya greeted a nobleman next to her very familiarly, and then said to me in a low voice: "You might as well ask me if I have a problem with her, it's more direct."

I smiled and didn't deny it.

When she lowered her head, her gaze happened to fall on her skirt. Mrs. Alia's long skirt was so gorgeous that it almost dragged to the ground. Counting secretly, it was supported by about eleven whale bones.I thought to myself: With such a big skirt, I don’t know how Mrs. Aliya looks at the road under her feet.

Mrs. Alia didn't notice my small movements. She needs to maintain her image at all times, with her tall chest upright and her long white neck showing off, she is as elegant as a beautiful white swan. She said: "I used to always I like to attend noble balls. We can always see each other at balls. The circle of nobles in the imperial capital is only that big. Speaking of which, she and I are the same kind of people. If she likes it very much, I will also like it. I robbed her at the ball once. The limelight, probably because there were some personal grievances at that time, and it probably happened at that time."

She waved to Betty behind her, signaling to put away the parasol on her head. Under the dazzling sunlight, Mrs. Aliya squinted her eyes slightly and said to me: "Her husband is a little lord of the man, and he has a The Constructed Knights used to be very popular in the imperial capital, but at the beginning of the year, they took the Constructed Knights to the Luoqi plane, and they probably fell there. They just brought some messages back, and the specific situation is also unknown. no one knows."

Scholar Yerkes and Lady Cecilia were waiting for us by the entrance to the arena, and I stepped up.

Mrs. Aliya looked at the noble girl who was as pure as a little white flower standing at the entrance, and complained to me: "I think this trip is a bit inappropriate. Someone wants to serve you a plate of desserts, but It's a good thing to be ruined by me, if you think I'm in the way, I'll turn around and leave now, maybe there's still time."

"Okay, I'm here. I'll go to the slave market to help me choose slaves. Don't say that there are none." I touched Mrs. Aliya's arm and said to her.

"...Maybe tonight, she will invite a wizard to curse me." She whispered.

……

The circular stand of the arena is divided into upper and lower parts. The upper stand is prepared for nobles. There are pergola and benches here. Each area is separated by a low wall, which looks like an open room. Each room is a relatively private space, like a private room.

Mrs. Cecilia kindly led us to a private room with a fairly good location. Two attendants were guarding the door. Sit down on the bench behind the table, just in time to see the arena below.There were deafening cheers from all around, and it was indeed as lively as the legend said.

The stands below are prepared for civilians. There is only a large circular area separated by stone walls. There are no benches in the stands, and civilians can only stand on the stands to watch the gladiatorial fights, but this does not stop the enthusiasm of the people to watch the gladiatorial fights .

When we walked into the arena, we found that the stands below were already full of people, and civilians filled almost every inch of the stand below. Those civilians who watched the arena seemed to have entered the state very early, and they were so excited. Singing the songs of the heroes before they set off.

The lyrics mean to say:

Soldiers on the battlefield!Courage will bless you...

Admired heroes!May you return triumphantly...

In the center of the arena is a circular duel area the size of four basketball courts. The loess rammed ground has already been cleaned and some water has been sprinkled on the ground. There are iron fences. Looking inside along the iron fences, you can see the gladiators sitting inside. Their naked upper bodies are rubbed with tung oil, and they just squat behind the iron fences with a rag around their waists.

Every gladiator's eyes were burning with fighting intent, holding the iron fence with both hands, looking out with cold eyes.

The guards on both sides of the iron fence were wearing heavy armor. Each of them held a spear in his hand and a Roman sword on his waist. Everyone wore a helmet and a mask on their head. The standard equipment of the cavalry, I didn't expect the guards in the arena to be dressed like this.

In the stands of the arena, Mrs. Cecilia and Aliya finally stopped bickering, and Scholar Yerkes and I were happy and quiet.

Mrs. Alia pinches an agate-like crystal grape with her white fingers, opens her red lips, and gently puts it into her mouth, but her nimble eyes are looking left and right, always revealing a charming style inadvertently, her The eyes never stay in any place, but they are examining every place.

I looked down carefully to see if there was any blood left on the yellow ground in the arena. I felt that the ground had been cleaned too cleanly.

In the arena, the winner has the right to decide the life and death of the loser.The winner will obey the will of the master, and the lord who raises these gladiators usually refers to three aspects of opinions: the opinions of the powerful in the arena, the opinions of the people in the stands, and the will of God.

The last time I watched a gladiatorial fight was in the underground arena in El City, where I met Baoji and Hamasaki, the heads of the Starry Adventure Group, and I personally slashed them, and I also met the tauren Luka.There is only an iron cage in the underground arena, compared with the imperial arena, it is like a thatched cottage and a royal palace in the countryside.

At this moment, Aliya touched me lightly, and she glanced at the high stand on the upper left, and said to me: "Look over there..."

I followed her gaze and saw a group of young noble boys gathered under the pergola on the high platform. Each of them was accompanied by two beautiful noble girls. These noble boys were dressed luxuriously and looked cheerful. Very proud, talking and laughing, pointing to the following.

The group of aristocratic teenagers surrounded a young man who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old like stars holding the moon. He was wearing a set of dragon skin light armor, and his immature face had a calmness that was different from those of his peers. There is a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and I found that his eyebrows and eyes are three points similar to Welsh.

"Is he Angibald Royal?" I asked Lady Arya.

Mrs. Alia said: "He is the most beloved son of His Highness the Prince. If the eldest prince successfully inherits the throne, this one will become the first heir of the Green Empire. Everyone calls him Little Charlie."

I said lightly: "Oh, it looks pretty handsome."

I'm not very interested in knowing about the Angibald royal family, if it weren't for Yingli and Qige, I would even stay away.

At this time, I saw a familiar figure beside Prince Charlie. The boy who proposed to Qige at the entrance of the Qige Laboratory of the Academy of Magic, he sat next to Prince Charlie and talked with him from time to time. Prince Charles chatted a few words, I remember his name: Ironside.

We didn't wait too long. A nobleman under the arbor stepped onto a high platform and struck a gong with a copper hammer.

"when"

"Dangdang"

"Dangdang"

The people in the surrounding stands immediately fell silent. His voice was very loud, and he announced that the first gladiatorial match was about to start, and then began to introduce the two gladiators from different training grounds. I was not interested in what he said at all, even I didn't remember the names of the two gladiators, but Aliya and Cecilia watched with relish.

The nobleman only gave some brief introductions, and the iron fence on the left hand side of the arena was slowly opened, and a strong gladiator came out from inside. When he entered the arena, he turned out to be unarmed.

This gladiator has long hair, a burly figure, and a body full of criss-crossing scars. He only wears a black leather armor and stands barefoot in the arena. He doesn't look like an imperial man, a Green Imperial man There are very few people as tall as him. He must be at least [-] meters tall. Although he is not as tall as the tauren and barbarians, he is about the same.

His face was disgusting, and the yellow-brown fangs protruded from his mouth in all directions. When he walked on the field, the people in the surrounding stands burst into deafening cheers, shouting: "fangs" "fangs" 'Fangers'!
I guess: this should probably be his nickname!
The girl named Jenny Cecilia asked me through the crowd: "Mage Jijia, do you know where that gladiator named Fang came from?"

Scholar Yerkes and I seldom watch this kind of wrestling. We are very unfamiliar with these aliens, so we can't help but look at each other.

"He came from the Scorpion tribe in the depths of the Durva Desert on the western border of the empire. It is said that the ancestors of that tribe were descendants of sand bandits and barbarians. They possessed the natural brute force of barbarians and the tenacious vitality of sand bandits. Every Scorpion is a born warrior." Sitting next to me, Aliya spoke in a leisurely manner.

When Jenny heard Mrs. Alia's explanation, she couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes, but she politely said to Alia: "Thank you"!
I am a little impressed by Arya, she is busy with the business of the textile workshop and the rune tablet workshop all day long, and she still dabbles in these.

Alia smiled at me calmly. When I turned to look at her, I realized that Alia's personal maid, Betty, was actually holding a square piece of parchment with imperial characters written on it. I took it over and looked at it briefly, and found that it was a profile of a gladiator.

Betty gave me a playful smile, pointed to the corridor outside the private room, and whispered: She took it outside.

At this time, the iron fence on the other side of the arena was opened one after another, and a human warrior walked out with a short sword. He was only wearing a pair of shorts that were almost rotten, and his feet were wrapped in animal skins. , walked out step by step calmly.

At the same time, there was a wave of cheers from the stands all around.

'Grigory! ... Grigory! ... Grigory! '

Everyone shouted his name together, as if welcoming a returning hero.

My eyes followed the eyes of everyone, and I looked at this human gladiator, and found that on his chest and right arm, which is not considered strong, there are actually two patterns of magic patterns tattooed on him. The lines flowed slowly. I didn't expect that this gladiator named 'Grigory' turned out to be a magic swordsman.

Apparently the Yerkes scholar also noticed this, he couldn't help standing up from his seat, staring at Grigory in the arena...

(End of this chapter)