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Chapter 584: Some Losses, But Still Win

A carriage stopped in front of the arena, and Billy Rey got out with some excitement.

She dressed up beautifully today and put on careful makeup, and felt more beautiful than ever before.

Now that I have received the invitation from Grand Duke Wessen, I must make a good impression on him and stay by his side.

She said coldly to the two maids behind her: "Be careful today and don't mess it up."

Frederick's box arrived, and Bili took a deep breath and adjusted the smile on her face.

Kale and Lettuce were guarding the door, and they stopped Billy's maid.

Bili didn't care and pushed the door open and walked in.

The box was quiet, with nothing on the chairs or tables.

As Bili walked in, she thought that she must have arrived too early.

As soon as she entered the door, two armored warriors suddenly rushed out from both sides.

"What are you doing? I was invited by Grand Duke Wessen!"

Bili screamed and punched and kicked with all her might, struggling desperately, but it was of no avail. She was quickly subdued by the warriors, tied up, had a large ball of rag stuffed in her mouth, and was dragged away.

The box next door was bustling with activity, as Frederick watched the first game of the day with great interest.

On the field, one side is a contestant wearing an old tin can, and the other side is a warrior from the southern continent.

The visitor from the south felt very frustrated during the fight. His every attack was seen through by the opponent. No matter whether he was stabbing, slashing, sweeping, or lifting with the sword, he was always stopped by his opponent halfway.

Because the one who was defeated was a foreigner, the audience was very excited and cheered for the tin can.

Frederick was holding the daughter of the city's spice merchant, his chin resting on her shoulder, eating the grapes that the sister of the owner of the carriage shop next to him stuffed into his mouth, with a slight smile on his face.

The game ended with Tin Can winning without any suspense and advancing to the quarterfinals. Frederick made another fortune.

It's Stone's turn to play in the next game.

He was only wearing a narrow samurai suit, and in his hand was not a sword but a long steel pipe, one end of which was sharpened and the other end was wrapped with several layers of cloth for easy grip.

The whole audience was in an uproar, even his opponent was stunned.

Frederick took the telescope and carefully observed Shi Tou's expression, and found that his whole temperament was a little different, as if he had experienced some kind of enlightenment, and he had a firmness and strong self-confidence.

"It's not easy, it's not easy." Frederick sighed softly.

To be able to remain so calm when there is a huge gap in weapons and equipment, he must be either a fool or a master who has great confidence in himself.

The competition will not end because a competitor is holding a pole.

Stone's opponent concentrated all his attention and did not relax at all.

Now that Stone has no armor, his movement speed will be faster. Judging from his weapons, only stabbing is useful. The lack of protective gear is a fatal flaw, so he can use attack instead of defense.

When the game started and the two sides started fighting, Frederick knew who the winner was.

"Let's go back." Frederick stood up. "I won this game."

Now Shi Tou's opponent was feeling very frustrated, as the steel pipe kept hitting the fingers of his sword-holding hand.

His fingers were only protected by leather armor, and soon his right hand was smashed so hard that he could no longer hold the sword, so he had to switch hands.

Shitou's steps were light and graceful. He kept moving around the ring, making the most of his speed and flexibility, and flying a kite from time to time.

At the contestant entrance of the stadium, Gresco and other contestants were stunned.

Gresco said: "He is too mean."

Another player nearby said, "He's in such a state that he'll be finished with one sword strike. There's no way he can win without this kind of dirty trick." "If I win, I'll be facing him in the afternoon. I'll have to buy a small shield to protect my hands at noon."

As he watched, Gresco said, "His steps are too agile, like a wasp that can sting people. Even with armor on, I can't keep up with him."

"I think his style is different from yours."

One contestant said: "This is a southern style. It's very hot there in the summer. If you wear armor and stay in the sun for a while, you will get heatstroke."

The other contestants did not underestimate Shi Tou because his tactics were a bit damaging. You have to know that the hand holding the sword is not only a small target but is also constantly moving at high speed, making it more difficult to hit it accurately than piercing the throat.

The result of the game was just as Frederick had expected.

The events of last night were reported in today's newspapers and quickly spread throughout the arena audience.

Many people naturally sympathize with the weak. When they feel sorry for Shi Tou, they suddenly realize that he is actually a strong man who defeated his opponent in adversity with his superb skills.

Ludovico's face flushed with excitement in the stands. He had spent the last night in the church with Pauli and Stone until late at night and had seen a lot of things.

He saw that the angry Polly ordered everyone in the butcher shop to pick up weapons and go to the streets to look for clues about the bandits, and personally visited the major gangs in the city to seek help, so that today many restaurants and families in the city had no fresh meat to eat.

Those gangs didn't dare to provoke the mad dog-like Boli, so they at least agreed to help on the surface, and then sent their lowest-level minions to pretend to inquire.

He saw Shitou praying in front of the altar for most of the night, and suddenly he had an epiphany. He asked Boli for a long steel pipe, which he cut into pieces and used as a weapon for the competition.

Ludovico originally intended to write a satirical tragedy based on this prototype, but now it seems to be developing in the direction of comedy, which is his specialty.

He looked at the cheering crowd around him and thought that such a comedy that was different from traditional themes would be very popular.

The game was over. Although Shi Tou won, there was no excitement on his face.

When he walked off the field, Gresco and others congratulated him, and he just nodded in response.

Stone's opponent walked out of the arena with his sword tucked under his arm, looking depressed.

Losing is not a big deal, but losing in this way is a joke. I have to find another place and change my name to survive.

The stone came to the church near the hippodrome.

Adele lay quietly in a ward, as if she was asleep.

Her original breastplate was thick and the knife did not hurt her heart, but the knife was poisonous and she lost too much blood, so she remained unconscious after the wound was cleaned and treated.

Shi Tou noticed that her face had a little more color than in the morning, and she seemed to be getting better.

Paulie was sleeping on another bed in the ward. He had been running all night, and his eyes were bloodshot when he came in the morning.

The nun who was taking care of Aideli saw Shitou coming and whispered to him, "Don't worry. Someone sent a very good antidote as soon as you left this morning. The girl will be able to get rid of the poison quickly after drinking it, and she will wake up soon."

Shitou breathed a sigh of relief and immediately asked, "Which gentleman sent the antidote?"

Poison is not used in the arena, so there are no antidotes in the church. The only ones available are medicines for dealing with common poisonous insects such as scorpions.

The poison in Adellie was a bit troublesome, so at dawn, the bishop went to other churches to find an antidote.

The nun shook her head and said, "I don't know. He's a 14 or 15-year-old kid with a southern accent. You'll know what he says in a couple of days."

Shi Tou thought about it and decided not to know him, so he could only ask later.

On the other side, a large convoy drove into the city of Milan, flying a flag with a golden double-headed eagle on a red background.

Aleppo was waiting outside the city gate early in the morning. When he saw the gifts from Frederick to the Duke of Milan arrived, he immediately arranged for them to go to their residence.

Frederick was playing with the girls at home when he heard the caravan was coming. He immediately asked Aleppo to make arrangements and sent someone to ask the Duke of Milan if he was free.

(End of this chapter)