I take the witch with me to conquer the world

In the luxurious private room of the arena at night, Ulysses sat at the head of the table, with the same posture as the last gathering of war nobles. However, this time there were only Ulysses and Aldrich in the private room, without those noisy nobles. .

Ulysses narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Fang Sheng, who had won again and his blood was lingering around him, and showed his usual hypocritical smile. The climax of this drama is coming, and how it will end after the climax depends on the performance of the leading actor. He is just a weak spectator, but he cannot decide the direction of the drama.

Taking a sip of the milky wine in his hand, Ulysses tilted his head slightly and said, "Aldrich, the arena will be open as normal tomorrow." After that, he put the goblet back on the table and stood up without looking back. He walked away without caring about how much his words shocked Aldrich.

Regarding the riots of the gladiators, the War Church and the War Nobles knew everything about it. They all knew that it was the work of the Great Demon, and naturally they also understood that it was the result of their own doing. But they were not prepared to make changes. Firstly, such a duel could satisfy the desire of the war nobles to watch the melee. Some war nobles would even go out in person to fight the rioting crazy gladiators.

As for the second reason, the gladiator who has received the blessing of the devil can be regarded as a transcendent, and can be used as a trial for the transcendent legion. After this back and forth, both the nobles and the church were satisfied, and the extraordinary army also gained more power.

Therefore, both the War Church and the War Nobles acquiesced to the fermentation of this matter, quietly watching such things slowly grow, develop and grow, fight against the extraordinary legion, and finally fail. Then after four or five months of development and growth, the gladiators' riots came back again, and each riot was stronger than the last one. The big demons would not treat fighting as entertainment like this group of war nobles.

In the private room, Aldrich looked extremely ugly. He had many thoughts in his mind and they were very messy. He just felt that Ulysses's order was to roast him on the fire. If he didn't handle it well this time, his hard work for half his life would be taken away.

Aldrich took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down as much as possible. He knew that if he was impatient in this situation, he would only lose more completely. It was better to find a way to protect himself first.

Aldrich was brainstorming, but his thoughts suddenly stopped and a wry smile appeared on his face. So what if you saved your life? Once there is a problem in the arena, the city lord will definitely revoke his position. By then, if he loses his position, won't he be at the mercy of others?

For a moment, Aldrich felt that he seemed to be in a desperate situation. No matter what he chose, he seemed to be unable to save himself.

He sat slumped in the chair, looked at the expensive wine that had just been opened on the table, and started drinking without hesitation. The wine flowed down Aldrich's cheeks, across his scarred neck, and finally soaked into his custom-made and valuable suit. Aldrich, who claims to be a businessman, likes this piece of clothing from Luke's kingdom very much.

Looking at the scarlet wine in the bottle, Aldrich was a little crazy for a moment. He felt that the bottle of wine was like the blood that his boss had shed that day...

Perhaps it was the stimulation of alcohol, or perhaps the 'despicable' experiences in his early years came to mind, but there was a hint of fierceness in Aldrich's somewhat drunken eyes.

Aldrich staggered to stand up, and then slammed the bottle of wine on his head. In an instant, his head was broken and bleeding, showing the force. The mellow wine also splashed out as the bottle broke, mixed with blood, and dyed his hair red.

Aldrich narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of pain on his face, but he did not cover his head and squat down on the spot. He wanted to find the Lord of the City quickly and then start his performance.

You must do what Mr. Ulysses ordered, otherwise you will die faster. And allowing the arena to operate normally will definitely allow ordinary people to see this scene, but it is not a big problem for ordinary people. The point is that if the group of people who are opposed to the arena see this, they will definitely make a big deal out of it, and then drive themselves out, and after losing everything, they will only die...

Aldrich walked quickly, feeling that his mind was clearer than ever before.

After clarifying everything, Aldrich looked ferocious. He didn't want to die, he hadn't lived enough, and he didn't want to be the gun of those hypocritical dogs.

I want to live! His bronzed skin flushed, and Aldrich's face contorted.

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In the luxurious city lord's palace, Ulysses looked at Aldrich's actions, a smile appeared on his face, and murmured to himself: "Things like groveling do not really fit your image, Aldrich. But maybe after this incident, you can eat a little fatter? Maybe next time you do this kind of thing, it will be in line, and I won't look awkward? "

Aldrich was only a small character in his original idea, an insignificant role, and he had no original idea. But Aldridge's image and actions make him look very inconsistent, so he doesn't mind forcing the opponent.

This was the reason why Ulysses pushed Aldrich to act, not because of any attempts or plans, but because he felt that doing so was in line with his own wishes.

"Well, it seems that this country still has some 'bloodiness'. When you go back, try forcing the new and old nobles into a desperate situation. Maybe you will get unexpected gains~" Ulysses narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke frivolously. , with an attitude of playing with the world.

He had an idea to force all those nobles into a desperate situation. Then after they have gone through all the trouble and exhausted all resources to kill him, he will tell them the truth.

Or when they are forced into a desperate situation and fall into despair. Give them a glimmer of hope, and then destroy that glimmer of hope just when they think they can fight back and turn defeat into victory by holding on to hope.

That way... it must look good... The corners of Ulysses' lips curled up. It seemed that he had already used these two methods, but he didn't mind using them again. There was nothing to lose anyway, right?

He continued to pay attention to Aldrich's actions. When he saw the other party's destination, Ulysses thought for a moment, and then showed a look of understanding. Applause and cheers.

"As expected of a human being! It's really interesting. Is this what you think? Then come on, perform your best." Ulysses said jokingly.