Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 101
"Director, the information you requested is ready."

"come in."

A waiter pushed the door open and put a stack of documents in front of Old Hart, with a hesitant look on his face, he said, "Time is running short, there are still some things about the background of these two people that have not been clarified."

Old Hart did not answer immediately, but opened the information and read it carefully, "The family is unknown, and the background is unknown. It can be confirmed that he is a mercenary from Kaidan like Lucifer. He came to Rodel this year to seek development. Well, the implementation The missions they have passed and their skills roughly match."

He closed the pages of the book, and said with a long breath: "Yes, this level of information is reliable enough. In such a short period of time, if you can really find out what color pants they are wearing, I will doubt it. This incident was a deliberate trap from beginning to end."

The waiter nodded, and said again: "Then about their situation. Do you want to continue to investigate?"

"Let's stop here." Old Hart threw the information on the table and shrank back into the chair. "Anyway, it's just three products—what we want to guarantee is to provide these few products of sufficient quality every year. As for the Whether the product is comfortable to use after buying it or not, I will leave it to the old men to worry about it.”

"Yes." The waiter saluted respectfully and exited the door.

"Lucifer, Tarn, Chris." Old Hart closed his eyes and rubbed his wrinkled brows, "When will so many such powerful mercenaries come out of Kaidan's shitty place?"

However, the doubts turned into doubts. At this moment, Old Hart felt a little lucky in his heart, thanks to the fact that the three young and capable fighters came from other places, and they didn't know the inside story of Rodel's gladiatorial world at all.

In fact, Serrant, as one of the seven largest arenas in the capital, even if it occasionally falls into the predicament of withering talents, it is not impossible to not even have a few Mithril-level fighters participating in the battle festival.

But when the four mithril-level fighters who were originally scheduled to participate in the festival saw the entry list for this festival, they all chose to withdraw from the competition. Contestants - Carlisle and Rollo.

Carlisle is the only son of Duke Duoris, the biggest master behind his arena, and he doesn't know what the Duke thinks, but he is willing to throw his son into this extremely dangerous death match.

Although I heard that this young jazz has extraordinary martial arts skills, he has never had any experience in gladiatorial combat, and he doesn't even have the status of a fighter, so he forced himself into the list by relying on his connections.

If it is said that the Duke has the idea of ​​training his own heir, then Carlisle will undoubtedly be a big trouble for Serrant's own contestants.

In the knockout round, it's a trivial matter to let the water out. It's really going to be a bloody championship game. While fighting to the death with the opponent, and at the same time caring about the noble young master of his own family, anyone will feel that it is thankless.

More importantly, anyone who has a little understanding of the intricate aristocratic struggles behind Rodel's Arena will not be willing to get involved in this pool of dirty water—Rolo, who represented Olier's Arena, is also not The fighter who was promoted through the regular sequence was a court perfumer whose strength surpassed that of ordinary heroes. It is said that the Marquis of Osarion invited him several times before agreeing to come down to participate in this festival.

Three years ago, the position of the guard of the northern border was vacant. The Marquis Osarion, who was born in the Ofnir family, was originally the best candidate to be promoted to the guard of the northern border and the commander of the northern legion. Unexpectedly, Duke Duoris, who was parachuted from the royal capital, was halfway Breaking out, not only snatched the position he had already regarded as something in his pocket, but also took control of the entire northern army in three years.

Although the two are both members of the New Party, the Duoris family, which came from the Western Expeditionary Corps and is originally a direct descendant of Radagon, is obviously more favored than the Ofnir family, who became a monk under the King of War. Not a few.Therefore, no matter from which point of view, these two are incompatible political enemies.

In previous years, the battle festival was just a small pool where fishes and shrimps fought each other, but this year, two giant whales, Carlisle and Rollo, were mixed in at the same time. You can guess with your feet that there must be a new round of battle between the Duke and the Marquis. At such a time, it's not surprising that Serrant's own fighters are unwilling to participate.

"Forget it—after this year's battle festival, these three guys will go wherever they fall in love," Old Hart muttered secretly with his legs crossed and his eyes narrowed, "Whether it's a fighter or a duke, it's my business." It's already done, they fight how they like, everything has nothing to do with me!"

"I'm smothered to death!" In the carriage rented by the three of Lucia, Lataen pulled off the extremely poorly breathable steel helmet and threw it on the seat.

He raised his hand and set up a magic barrier to isolate the sound, sighed and said: "Lucia, do you think there are really guys who can fight us twice in that battle festival? If they are all opponents like today, even if they don't use magic It doesn't make any sense!"

"It is said that the battle festival gathers the strongest fighters in the capital within a year, so there must be one?" Christopher guessed.

Lucia nodded, and said: "Under the premise that we don't reveal all our hole cards, we will definitely meet a few opponents with similar strengths, but this is actually not the main purpose of my participation in the battle ceremony."

"Then what are you going to do?" Lataen was a little puzzled, "Isn't it for his sponsorship of [-] rune?"

"Get out!" Lucia kicked him angrily, "I was wondering, what is the attitude of the two majesties towards this event?"

"There are also those ice mountain goblins who were secretly escorted into the royal capital and prepared to be prey in the championship game—is Duke Duoris violating the laws of the dynasty by doing this?"

"It's definitely counted!" Christopher resolutely said beside him.

"If it doesn't count, there is no need for the Duke to secretly escort those mountain monsters in and hide them. The law of the dynasty clearly stipulates that for these rebel aliens captured on the battlefield, only the leaders who incited the rebellion will be killed, and the rest will be killed on the spot. Work as a laborer, but slaughter and play for fun are strictly prohibited."

"It is because these arenas are controlled by some great nobles who have contributed to the founding of the country. His Majesty Malika and Radagon have been turning a blind eye, but I heard that the two majesties The patience in this matter has reached its limit, especially His Majesty Radagon, it will take about a year or two to abolish the arena in the royal capital."

"It should be so!" Latan said with a look of hesitation.

"In Kalia, even in the royal court, there are many nobles who came from trolls, hybrids, and even demi-humans. Killing these 'foreign races' will face the same trial as killing humans-the Rodels claim to be civilized and noble, but they In many places, it is even more savage and cruel than beasts!"

He thought for a while, and then said: "So, you plan to find an opportunity to expose this matter, save the lives of those mountain demons, and let these arenas close down in advance?"

"No." Lucia shook her head and said calmly, "If there is a chance, I would like to help the two Majesties solve a bigger problem."

Before Lataen could react, he put on his helmet again, opened the car door and came to the coachman, threw two copper runes to the driver and said, "Master, please change the route and go to Flea Street in Pedri District."

"No problem!" The old coachman smiled after receiving the two copper coins, and flicked his whip to drive the carriage to the most dilapidated neighborhood in the lower city.

(End of this chapter)