It All Starts with the Wizard

Facing Fatty Jin’s gaze, Roman looked back with a plain gaze. There was still blood and food residue left on the corners of Fatty Jin’s mouth. The drink that had not had time to drink dripped down his chin on his chest, and Roman could feel it. It was the scrutiny and alert in his eyes, but Roman didn't care.

　　 After the two looked at each other, Fatty Jin took the lead to look away. At this moment, the fierce light on his face had faded, and the whole person had recovered the harmless appearance of humans and animals, and he continued to swallow the snacks on the table.

　　Roman said at this moment:

　　 "Long time no see, Fatty Kim, do you remember me?"

　　 Fatty Jin did not look up, but said vaguely:

　　 "My dear Captain Roman, of course I remember you, why, you waited here, wouldn't you just come to see my down-and-out old friend?"

　　 Roman smiled and waved his hand:

　　 "Lost? No no no, Fatty Kim, do you think I am Duncan's brainless idiot?"

　　 Fat Kim paused, and then continued to eat while saying:

　　 "Captain Roman, you said that to my boss, can't I just pretend that I didn't hear it?"

　　Roman smiled happily:

　　 "Then let me just say that, when are you going to send your boss to death?"

　　 Fatty Kim turned his head and grinned at Roman sullenly:

"What is the hurry, it is not yet time, as I said before, in this world, everyone has the value of everyone, but there are always people who can't find their place. They are not like you and me, are they? Roman team leader?"

　　 Jin Fatty’s tone contained deep meaning and seemed to have a meaning, but Roman did not answer his words. Instead, he turned the topic around, looking at the arena below, and said:

　　 "I'm no longer a Captain Roman, Fatty Kim, everything is over. We are just two fellow villagers who happen to meet here, aren't we?"

Fatty Kim put down the food in his hand, bowed his head in silence, as if thinking about something, Roman stood up, swept away the waiter who was lying on the railing with his cane, and pointed to the ground below. At this moment, Quincy was looking desperate. Wriggling on the floor, all his limbs were twisted into twists, and even his knuckles were crushed inch by inch by the barbaric grinning.

At this moment, the bull was slowly following him behind him, and then a foot was on his leg. The muscles on the thigh that were thicker than the corbel were knotted, and the bull slammed down and was stepped on by him. That part of the muscles instantly turned into a pool of minced meat along with all his bones.

　　 Quincy has no strength to shout at this moment. There is only one thought in his mind at this moment. He reluctantly turned his head to look at Ampton, and said in a pleading tone:

　　 "Please... please... kill me!"

　　 Ampton gave a stubborn smile, put his hand to his ear, and asked loudly:

　　 "What? What did you say?"

　　 Then he raised his foot again and trampled the muscles on his other calf into minced meat.

　　 "I can't hear you clearly!"

　　 The audience outside the iron fence didn't realize that the scene was **** and cruel. Instead, they shouted like chicken blood, and the atmosphere of the scene was extremely hot.

　　Roman turned around, turned his back to the surging sound behind him, smiled and said to Fat Jin:

　　 "Did you see it? The arena below is a microcosm of the reality of this world, even more cruel and **** than this, so don't care what we have lost, but see what we can get in the future! Are you right?"

　　 Fatty Kim stared at Roman, smiled, and said:

　　 "You are right, everything is over, then, what should I call you? Lord Roman?"

　　 Roman said:

　　 "Merlin, my current name, well, maybe I will become a pharmacist Merlin soon."

　　 Fat Kim shrugged:

　　 "Okay Merlin, what can you do with me? I can't help you now."

　　 Roman sits down again:

　　 "It doesn't matter, I can help you until you are able to help me."

　　 Fatty Kim was silent again, but this time he did not let Roman wait too long, and soon he raised his head and said to Roman:

　　 "Well, give me three days, let me take care of things, where should I find you?"

　　 Roman replied:

　　 "You can come here and wait for me, I should visit here often in the future."

Fatty Jin nodded, then got up and walked out of the hall without looking back. Roman was not looking at him either. Both of them were smart people. No one took the initiative to mention the past of Dora Town. Maybe Fatty Jin guessed it. What, but the same must have a secret for him to escape there, both of which are tacitly aware.

But now Roman is obviously much better than him. Fatty Kim is a smart man. He knows how to make the right choice. The nonsense that Roman said before is just a step for both parties. Only fools will be caught. He agitated in just a few words.

At this time, Quincy’s head was finally squashed by the bull. Soon, in Roman’s vision, a grievance appeared above Quincy’s corpse. Interestingly, it waited until it saw its tortured face clearly. When the corpse was incomplete, the first reaction was a long sigh of relief, showing a relief.

　　 Then it reacted, looking at the bull who was opening his arms and accepting the cheers, and immediately rushed towards him with a bitter expression on his face, but no matter how deep his resentment was, he could not touch the body of the bull at this moment.

Roman opened the Revelation Record again, and gently hooked his finger, Quincy’s resentment was pulled into the page with a panic on his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the number on the upper right jumped and became forty one.

　　 "Sure enough, the worse the death, the greater the resentment of the resentful soul. This guy is the best one."

　　 Nodded in satisfaction, and then Roman put away the Apocalypse and poked the attendant in front of him with his cane. The attendant immediately turned around and said respectfully to Roman:

　　 "Dear Sir, what can I do for you?"

　　His tone was full of joy and excitement, and his tone became much faster unconsciously.

　　 Roman stood up, adjusted his collar, and asked:

　　 "When is the next game for the bull?"

　　 the attendant said:

　　 "As long as he wants to, he can play every day, but he generally doesn't do it. After all, the game is risky."

　　 Roman said:

"Tell him that I will come again tomorrow and give him the remaining gold coins. In addition, let your boss tell all the players that the fiercer the next game, I will add ten to fifty more to the winner’s prize. The bounty of gold coins, the more miserable the opponents die, the more they give. As long as I come, the bounty will be effective, understand?"

　　 The attendant was stunned, he swallowed hard, and then nodded desperately. If he didn't know how many catties he had, and it was purely for nothing, he would have liked to sign up for the competition.

You know, even a player of the level of a bull can only have 30 or 40 gold coins in a game, and there are only a dozen of ordinary players. Now as long as you can torture your opponent severely, you can get ten for nothing. Up to fifty gold coins, this will definitely make all gladiators crazy!