I take the witch with me to conquer the world

Corell is just an ordinary person. Compared with Fang Sheng, if he is injured, he will need this food to supplement his nutrition. So Fang Sheng didn't ask for it, not to mention that he was very sensitive to blood and had already smelled the smell of blood. Now Corel needed this white bread more than he did. He had even made plans to hide some food and bring it back to share with Corell after he won the battle.

But Correll insisted: "Mr. Roland, please accept it. It's very uncomfortable to be hungry..."

Fang Sheng smiled slightly and said leisurely: "It's okay, just eat it. I will have to compete in the arena soon." Fang Sheng was convinced that as long as the owner of the arena is not a fool, he will never let himself get moldy here. . A battle in which an extraordinary person fights monsters with his bare hands will definitely bring him more money.

As soon as he heard Fang Sheng's words, Correll on the other side became anxious and said bluntly: "Mr. Roland, the boss of the arena no longer plans to let you play!"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Sheng was stunned. He quickly asked: "What happened?" He did not doubt the authenticity of Correll's words. This young man should not tell lies, not to mention that there was no need to lie in this sentence.

Correll took a deep breath and then began to describe the events he had just heard.

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"chi"

Blood spattered from the wound on his neck, staining Corel's face red. He exerted force on his hands and chopped off the opponent's head in one go. Then he drew out his sword, stood up straight with all his strength, and gasped for air. The spectators in the surrounding stands saw the bloody scene, and the atmosphere became more active. They shouted loudly.

Correll watched with cold eyes as the spectators cheered to crazy expressions. He could not understand why such a meaningless fight aroused so many cheers and excitement. This is cannibalism between similar people. Why can these people laugh so happily? He knew a little about the person who died under him. He was the child of a commoner in the Stur Empire. In desperation, he sold himself to the arena and became a gladiator.

And now he, an Aramean, had killed a Sturt. He was actually praised for victory by the audience who were also Sturmen, and some even began to cheer his name, praising an Aram for killing his own countrymen!

This is not normal! This is so twisted! This was his idea. He still remembered his first gladiatorial battle. Even if he won in embarrassment in the end, no one cheered for him, and some just spat at him. But gradually, things began to change, and more and more people cheered for him. Until now, all the Sturt people in the audience were singing his victory and praising him for killing a Sturt...

Correll's thoughts were very complicated, and the host Baird also announced his exit at this time. According to Baird's guidance, he walked out of the arena. The messy thoughts in his mind were still lingering, but immediately, a face flashed in his mind. He took a deep breath and stopped thinking about it.

He cannot understand the joy of this group of people, and he will not try to understand. What he has to do now is to survive, and he still has his dear sister and mother waiting for him at home. During this time in the arena, he actually regretted why he didn't die directly on the battlefield? That way, at least he wouldn't have to go through the humiliation he was experiencing now, and his mother and sister would also be able to receive a large pension.

Back in the small room, the winner's exclusive meal prepared for them by the arena was already on the table, and the delicious meals were waiting for the strong men who had returned from victory to enjoy. Seeing this meal, Correll's throat rolled, and then he immediately thought of Mr. Roland. As far as he knew, extraordinary people like Mr. Roland did not fight frequently.

Bring some food to Mr. Roland. Correll followed his inner thoughts and quickly grabbed two pieces of white bread and hid them when the staff nearby deserted. Then he continued to eat the rich food on the table as if nothing had happened. This arena is quite conscientious. You can eat the victory meal after winning slowly, and you will not be forced to finish it immediately and return to the cell.

At this moment, another staff member came in, along with a gladiator with red eyes. But Correll didn't pay attention. This kind of thing is very common and not surprising.

But what interested Correll was the conversation between the two staff members after they got together. It was his habit to eavesdrop on the conversations of the staff. Firstly, it was because he was too bored. The second reason was that he had a glimmer of hope and wanted to learn some useful words from these staff members. Although it is very slim, what if it is one in 10,000 luck?

The tall and thin staff member who just came in stood there and saw the gladiator rushing towards the food like a hungry tiger. Then he came to another staff member and started communicating with him.

"I really don't know what Mr. Aldrich was thinking. It was a waste not to arrange a duel for that jackal for a whole week." The tall and thin man couldn't understand. He had obviously used a giant golden lion to build momentum for this extraordinary person. , seeing that the arena was about to make a lot of money, but the boss stopped at the last moment.

The man next to him glanced sideways at him, his eyes full of contempt, but out of consideration that the two of them were colleagues and could not see each other without looking up. So he continued: "Why do you care so much? We only get seven gold coins a month, why do you care about so much business? What's more, the money Mr. Aldrich made is his, not ours."

He was speechless at the nosy character of his colleague, who only made this little money a month. Are you still thinking about helping Aldrich make money? There must be something wrong with your brain.

The tall and thin man laughed awkwardly and did not answer, "Would you like to go have some fun tonight? I'll treat you." As he said that, there was a tacit expression of understanding on his face that all men knew.

It should be said or not, women and politics are the best topics between men. Did you see that when the tall and thin man finished speaking this sentence and showed such an expression, the eyes of the originally indifferent man next to him suddenly lit up, and he revealed his expression for a second. With understanding eyes and raised lips, he instantly agreed to the other party's proposal.

Corell on the side listened to the two people's words and looked at the leftovers on the dinner plate, feeling a little annoyed. It was really hard to hide the remaining food, so I could only go back with two pieces of white bread.

However, Correll had the same doubts as the tall and thin man, which was why Mr. Roland was not allowed to perform in the arena. Performances by extraordinary people were not common. After staying here for more than half a month, Corell has not seen any other slave gladiators who are extraordinary beings, but this is normal. It is so unbelievable that extraordinary people have become slave gladiators...