Chapter 24 The Concealer
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In the cave.
The gladiators walked from the hot red sand into the cool cave, and everyone sat on the ground tiredly.
Under everyone's gaze, Qin Xia closed her eyes and sat cross-legged, as always.
Everyone was silent for a while, and then Kleist stood up and walked towards Qin Xia, standing and looking at him levelly.
Qin Xia returned a tit-for-tat look, because Kleist didn't look like he wanted to apologize for what he just said when he entered the combat area.
"Well..." Kleist took a deep breath, "I was wrong. You were right when we went to the arena, and I think you were right too. I shouldn't find fault with you. "
Qin Xia stared at Kleist, who was dark and thick and could not tell the difference between men and women without listening to his voice: "That's it?"
"..." Kleist He pursed his lips and said nothing, just nodded slightly to indicate that was all.
"That's it?" Qin Xia shook his head from side to side, "That's it?"
"Okay." Kleist also felt that he was not sincere, so he thought about it and said again: " I'm a bitch, I'm sorry."
Qin Xia looked at Kleist with a smile.
He was surprised that Kleist actually came over and apologized, but he didn't kneel down as he said before.
Cleist can obviously pretend to be stupid and refuse to admit it, and then slowly use friendship to diffuse this matter in the future in the gladiatorial battle.
"You actually came here to apologize." Qin Xia told the truth, "That's what I said at the time..."
"I'm not a weakling who can't afford to lose." Cleste Ang At the beginning, "If I look down on you and you prove me wrong, then I will apologize to you. I can afford to lose and will not default on my debt."
"This is true." Leaning on the wall Honor interjected, "Kleist is the only one here who has never cheated when he lost at cards."
Hearing this, Angron, who was sitting on the ground, turned to look Honor.
The eyes of the original body seemed to ask: Have you ever cheated after losing at cards?
"Watch what I do." Honor said in a deep voice, "I don't play cards."
Hearing what Honor said, Qin Xia rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment and did not express his opinion on the matter of cheating at cards.
He felt that Kleist should indeed be the only one here who played cards without cheating.
The kind that has never been seen before or since.
Because he often cheated on himself when he lost at cards in the White Scars because he was Xiaoden, and those Astartes would really laugh at the cheating because he looked like a child.
He even learned from the think tank to use psychic powers to change cards.
As for going to the Gray Knights later, because they didn’t play cards, they had no chance to cheat.
Thinking of this, Qin Xia changed the subject: "Kleist. I know that I was just a newcomer at that time, and I shouldn't tell you because you are worried that you have already made the same judgment. "Things"
"If you can afford to lose, I can also afford to win. From now on, my back will be left to you, and your back can be left to me."
Qin Xia Xiang Clay. Ste reached out his hand.
"Hey." Kleist grinned, took Qin Xia's big hand, and shook it up and down.
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At the same time.
Outside the luxurious viewing room in the VIP seats of the arena, the person in charge of the arena slowly came to the door with his head lowered.
Two guards who had been modified to look like Iron Man stopped the person in charge.
The sound of their announcement was emitted by the chip in their brains and reached the ears of their colleagues in the room, and they received a response.
"Go in." the guard said.
The person in charge nodded and came to the door.
Putting his hand on the door handle, he hesitated, but finally made up his mind to enter the room.
Everything here is made of gold and is specially used for nobles to watch gladiators.
Everything in this room could buy the lives of a hundred gladiators, and the device that erased the room from other people's vision was priceless.
"Lord Tarke."
The person in charge looked at the back of the fence with a solemn expression. A man was standing on the edge of the fence admiring the ongoing fight, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand, obviously very interested.
The man is the patriarch of the Tarke family.
He is so noble that others cannot call him by his name, but can only call him by his noble surname.
"A very exciting fight." Tucker turned around and raised his glass to the person in charge expressionlessly.
The feeling brought to the person in charge by the patriarch of the Tarke family is that of coldness, standing as tall as a mountain and indifferent to everything.
"You asked me why I concealed the fact that the big guy was a wizard." Tarke said, "You should know it now. Because I want him to bring this sudden gladiatorial effect. If I If his nephews know that he is a wizard, then they won’t dare to play. That would be boring, right?”
Hearing this, the person in charge had a solemn expression and quickly nodded in agreement: “Yes, I think so. You had the right idea, so that’s how I arranged it.”
"I really like you so much. The last person in charge was not as useful as you." Tarke nodded expressionlessly, turned around coldly, and continued to watch the gladiators fighting against the remaining slave knights in the arena. of pursuit.
"This is an honor for me, my ancestors and the entire family. Your Excellency." The person in charge still had a solemn expression on his face, as if he was facing a cold-blooded beast. Being praised did not make him feel The joy actually made him sweat.
A moment of silence.
The person in charge organized his language and spoke again: "According to convention, wizards will be sent to the Julius family after they are discovered, but you said that this wizard is still useful, so I told them to get out. ..."
"Wait." Tucker turned around and looked at the person in charge in disbelief, "You said...you said it's customary?"
The person in charge nodded slightly and shook his head.
"You..." Tarke stared at the person in charge, his tone seemed to be frightened, "How...have you forgotten who is your master? How dare you say this word to me According to convention? According to convention, I can't even be the leader... You should know that I hate convention."
The person in charge was so scared that he was shaking.
“Haha!” Tarke suddenly laughed and changed his face to look like he was looking at a joke. “Don’t be nervous. I am not a cruel person. You don’t have to be afraid that I will kill you just because of a word.”
After hearing this sentence, the person in charge felt that he was saved.
But then, Tucker returned to his cold expression: "But if you make a mistake, you should be punished. Anyone who makes a mistake, including me, will be punished."
The guard stepped forward and hit the person in charge on the abdomen. Punched, and then took out the medicine.
The person in charge's intestines were shattered, but the medicine stuffed into his mouth later restored him to normal.
However, when he was punched, the person in charge spat out a mouthful of blood, which spattered on the cup in Tarke's hand.
Talk looked at the blood on the wine glass.
The blood red made him dizzy and scared him.
The personal slave immediately stepped forward to take the wine glass and put it somewhere where Tarke could not see it.
In order to prevent others from seeing that he was afraid of blood, Tarke forced a smile: "You served me for a whole year when I was a child. You should understand me. I would be punished if I made mistakes when I was a child. , so you should do the same."
"Yes, yes, patriarch, I understand." The person in charge nodded repeatedly, "I shouldn't mention that word in front of you. It's my fault. It is my great honor to be punished and receive your forgiveness."
"Very good." Tarke smiled brighter and gentler.
But this smile disappeared instantly.
"The gladiators' carnival tonight will be changed to tomorrow, right?" Tucker said coldly, "Let your wife and daughter go to the cave tomorrow."
Responsible person Almost crying: "My dear master, this..."
"Shh, shh--" Tucker raised his index finger to his mouth, "You know the rules."
< br>After dealing with the person in charge, Tarke turned around and looked at the arena, an ecstatic smile suddenly appeared on his face: "My disgusting family has one more unlucky guy whose descendants will die cleanly, and there are more Many widows...all because of my good idea and the selection of a good man."
"I'll go find my brother when the fight is over. I want to admire the expression of this incomparable old bastard."
Muttering to himself as if he was mentally ill, Tarke turned to look at the guard.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Go to my brother’s house now and make him suffer in front of the mirror, and then tell him that he must give his current Write down the appearance, and wait until I have time to go to him..."
"He will show me the pain at this moment completely and exactly, otherwise I will marry off his entire family. To my slave.”
After hearing the master's order, the guard, who was almost like an iron man, scratched the iron cable extending from the head of the Butcher's Nail, and then nodded: "Yes, master, I will supervise him right now."
(End of this chapter)