I take the witch with me to conquer the world

Solomonus left, and not long after he left, Fang Sheng, who was lying on the bed with his back to the cell door, used his body to cover the blood on his right hand. After some attempts, he finally figured out the threshold of the obsidian collar with the sharp intuition of the Nameless One. As long as it exceeds the level of a second-level transcendent, the collar will activate, instantly destroying Fang Sheng's neck, spine, and jugular veins. .

"Dang Dang" the metal fence was knocked, Fang Sheng's expression changed, and the blood in his right hand quietly disappeared. Then he turned to look in front of the cell, where a man was pushing a simple cart covered with a layer of cloth.

"Come here quickly and take your food away." The man said unceremoniously, while taking a wooden plate from the dining cart.

The food delivery guy... With this thought in mind, Fang Sheng got out of bed to receive today's meal.

When the plate of food arrived in Fang Sheng's hands, although he had expected it, he still couldn't help but frown. Two slices of black bread, an oatmeal cake, and a bowl of crystal clear water, but there were some scattered vegetables to prove that this It's a bowl of vegetable soup.

The man caught Fang Sheng's frown and couldn't help but taunted: "Too little? Then go to the arena and get a full meal no matter you win or lose, not to mention you can get a full meal after winning."

Fang Sheng didn't reply. He sat down on the bedside with a wooden cross and picked up a piece of black bread.

When the man who delivered the food saw this, he did not continue to taunt him. He felt that this pretty boy with only two ounces of flesh would die from his opponent's sword within a few rounds of entering the arena.

Fang Sheng looked at the hard black bread in his hand, with a rough and uneven surface, and wondered whether the bread had become like this after being exposed to wind and sun for several months.

Well, that's normal. After all, this is a Western fantasy world based on the Middle Ages. Black bread in this state should be... probably... very reasonable... Fang Sheng thought hesitantly, but in the end he still couldn't convince himself.

However, he still put it into his mouth honestly and chewed it slowly. The moment he entered the mouth, Fang Sheng felt that the inside of the bread was as dry and hard as stone. It was extremely difficult to chew, which made him doubt whether he had eaten it. A baguette that a major European country can use as a weapon. Fortunately, the extraordinary person's teeth work very well, so the monotonous taste of bitter, dry, and astringent food made him a little uncomfortable.

Soon, he finished the two pieces of black bread, and then he looked at the dull-colored, irregular-shaped oat cake. From the appearance alone, this oatmeal cake looks like expired food that has been forgotten in the corner... But complaining is complaining, you still have to eat it. With the taste impact of the black bread before, Fang Sheng is fully prepared. The oatmeal cake has a rough, dry texture, as if you have swallowed pebbles, which is simply undesirable.

Finally, there was the bowl of light soup with scattered vegetables. Fang Sheng picked up the wooden bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The next moment, a cold feeling poured into his mouth, then penetrated into the depths of his throat, and finally flowed down his esophagus.

Isn't this just ice-cold white water with a little vegetable roots added... Fang Sheng complained helplessly. Although he remembered eating such food in the past few days, he only understood the weight when he experienced it for himself. Scarce food is hard to appreciate.

Fang Sheng shook his head, admiring the methods used in the gladiatorial arena. He used basic human desires to force the gladiators to step into the arena and eat only this kind of food, even though it would cost them their lives. But I can't hold on for long, I will only feel that my body is getting weaker and weaker. If you want to eat good and filling food, the only way is to go to the arena.

Fortunately, judging from the impact of yesterday's duel, it won't be long before he sets foot on the arena again. He was lying on the bed, thinking blankly and thinking wildly.

The little guy has been released by him and is exploring the terrain and defensive strength of the arena. As soon as the exploration is completed, the little guy will inform Lewan of the information about the arena. When the time comes, all he has to do is wait until these gladiators riot, and when he and Le Wanli cooperate, they can escape in one go.

However, the magic collar around my neck is a big problem. I have to find a way to solve it. I definitely can't solve it by myself, I have to rely on others. If Lewan can handle it by then, that would be great. If not, then he can only activate the collar by himself, let the collar destroy his neck, and then rely on the battle to continue and rely on Lewan to heal.

Fang Sheng thought about possible strategies. The simplest way was to activate the collar and let Lewan heal himself. Thinking about it, it won't consume too much of Lewan's magic power, so it can be regarded as the best method.

As for how much pain he would experience through this method, he didn't mind at all. He had already been on the verge of death so many times, so one more time wouldn't hurt.

"Tap-tat-tat" loud footsteps suddenly sounded. Fang Sheng's ears twitched slightly and he turned sideways to look outside the prison. The footsteps were different from those he had heard before, and they were followed by smaller footsteps, which made him curious whether someone new had been thrown to the second floor of the prison.

When he looked around, he saw Correll with a smile on his face, walking with a slightly cheerful pace, and glanced inside as he passed by his cell. It seemed that he wanted to see his face clearly, this time without the staff's dissuasion, but he only saw Fang Sheng's profile, and in the dim light, he really didn't recognize Fang Sheng as the person who could communicate with him. He admired the extraordinary person who could talk freely.

Correll returned to his cell. When he noticed that the person who had just watched him enter the arena had left, he couldn't wait to go to the wall and shouted to the next door: "Mr. Roland! Mr. Roland!"

"I'm here, congratulations on your victory." Fang Sheng responded, and Correll smiled when he heard the reply, but thinking of the purpose of calling Fang Sheng, he quickly said: "Mr. Roland, I secretly hid two A piece of white bread, you wait at the metal fence and I'll throw the bread to you!"

Hearing the young man's sincere words without any special meaning, Fang Sheng fell silent, but the other party did not remain silent. He was still talking about it: "In this damn arena, you only give me so little food every day, and it's still a day." The amount. Even an adult can’t eat enough, and Mr. Roland should be the same. So I hid a little food..."

"No, you keep it for yourself. If you don't compete tomorrow, you will starve." Fang Sheng made a rational decision. For him, the extraordinary physique made him not eat or drink for three days. Tian can still have a certain fighting ability, but Corell is different.