I take the witch with me to conquer the world

In the private room of the arena, boss Aldrich and a group of war nobles were sitting on soft and comfortable armchairs, but at this moment, no matter how comfortable the environment and delicious food were, they could not calm their hearts a little bit.

They sat upright, with serious looks, without saying a word, but their eyes were secretly glancing at Ulysses, who was sitting at the top of the table, sitting casually, with his right hand on his chin.

Mr. Ulysses was watching the fighting in the field, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was happy because of the fighting in the field. But the smiling war noble here didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. Although this battle was indeed beyond their expectations, what kind of battle has you, Ulysses, not seen?

When the old emperor was alive, the iron hooves of war trampled on the surrounding small countries, but you were on the battlefield yourself. The middle-aged noble glanced at Ulysses with some fear. He was not worried that these gladiators could successfully riot and overturn the arena. So what if it's overturned, Mr. Ulysses is here! The sky cannot fall!

But before the danger comes, this gentleman is the biggest danger... The middle-aged nobleman has a lot of thoughts in his heart. He has never participated in the blood wolf's action to suppress the gladiators. He prefers to stay in his own house than to do this kind of action. In the mansion. So after the war church invited him as usual, he planned to refuse as usual, but at the end of the letter, he saw the invitation from the Lord of the City...

So he came, and only after arriving at the scene did he realize that this crackdown was different. The arena that was not supposed to be shown to outside civilians was open, and it was still full of seats. The middle-aged noble looked at Aldrich, who was also sitting upright. The owner of the arena was sitting next to Mr. Ulysses' right hand.

The other party was not qualified to sit in this position, but Mr. Ulysses allowed him to sit here, which made the war nobles both unhappy and happy.

The displeasure was that they had never thought that Mr. Aldrich could stand alongside them, or even head above them. But they were glad that it was Aldrich and the city lord sitting next to Ulysses, not themselves.

The middle-aged noble looked at the city lord with pity. In his opinion, the city lord was extremely miserable. On the first day after Mr. Ulysses arrived in Clarklan, he occupied his city lord's mansion. Later, Ulysses did not give him any face. The council among the nobles never called the city lord. All actions directly bypassed the city lord, which can be called unscrupulous.

The middle-aged noble thought this, and then looked at the fierce fighting in the field, thinking about Ulysses' intentions. The city lord will definitely not do this. Once this matter is exposed, the group of nobles who are opposed to the arena will definitely fall out, and they may even cause trouble with the little emperor. Reveal this matter that is hidden in the dark and everyone turns a blind eye to, and let everyone

So it can only be Mr. Ulysses’s decision... But why would Mr. Ulysses do this? The middle-aged man thought that there were not many nobles in that group. Most were new nobles and only a few were old nobles. Even if it is used as a spearhead to target the new aristocracy, it is impossible. The group of the new aristocracy has long been separated from this group of hypocrites.

So what exactly does Mr. Ulysses want to do... The middle-aged nobleman fell into deep thought, looked slightly to the right, and glanced at Ulysses, who was still cheerful. He found that he couldn't figure out Ulysses' purpose at all. Every action of Mr. Ulysses was beyond his expectation, which made the middle-aged noble a little difficult to accept. He didn't like this feeling. This unknown made him There is a feeling of being strangled by the throat.

Not only the middle-aged nobles, but also the war nobles who can sit in this box think so. They were not bewitched by the devil, so they survived. The surviving nobles inevitably began to think more. All of them knew the reason why Ulysses dealt with those nobles, but not everyone believed in this reason...

Ulysses still looked cynical, as if the solemn atmosphere around him had nothing to do with him, staring directly at the image reproduced by the magic props. Suddenly, his cheerful eyes glanced around, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said playfully: "Do you think this fight is not interesting enough? Why are all your eyes on me?"

The nobles shook their heads quickly and looked at the image. This magic item was very powerful. The image reproduced was several times clearer than the modern blue-ray high-definition screen. The high-pitched war cry reproduced with it was very powerful. Be in the situation.

Ulysses looked around again, his eyes flashed slightly, and he asked kindly: "Everyone, do you think the winner of this gladiator will be the crazy gladiator? Or will it be our extremely powerful extraordinary legion? Woolen cloth?"

The nobles around looked at each other, and they wanted to say that the winner must be the blood wolf of Klaklan, but when they saw Ulysses' dark eyes that were like a dark abyss, they all lowered their heads in unison. Only when he was sure that Ulysses' sword-sharp gaze left his body did he dare to raise his head, but his eyes still dodge.

In the end, Aldrich, who had been with Ulysses for a long time, spoke up and said: "Of course it is our extraordinary legion that is as powerful as tigers. These weak gladiators are not worth mentioning at all. They will definitely die from the sharpness of the blood wolf." Under his minions! The final victory must belong to us."

Aldrich spat out a string of words like a barrage of words. Then, under the admiring gazes of the surrounding nobles, he calmly took out his jacket and handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead. To be honest, he was also panicking. Mr. Ulysses' eyes seemed to have magic power. It felt like he could see through his soul just by looking at him for a moment.

And because of the success, the surrounding nobles also jumped up and began to express their ideas, and the idea was nothing more than one, thinking that the extraordinary legion would win.

In response, Ulysses chuckled, turned his gaze to the image, and raised his signature fake smile, but in his heart he had lost patience with all the war nobles present.

It's really boring. A group of war aristocrats who claim to be aggressive and unafraid of power don't even have the courage of a weak businessman. Ulysses sighed inwardly, and then suddenly thought of Mr. City Lord, who had been silent since he took his seat, even when the nobles echoed Aldrich's words just now.

With this thought in mind, Ulysses looked at the city lord Angus. This was the first time he had looked at Angus so seriously in the month since he came to Clarklan.