My Magic Age

Underground black boxing matches are the most secretive boxing matches in El City, bar none. This kind of black boxing match that combines gambling and entertainment has become popular in El City, and once made the slave market in El City prosperous. It is also a place for some nobles to entertain. It is not open to the public. Every guest here must be introduced by senior guests to be eligible to participate in this irregular gathering.

If Benjamin hadn't brought me here to broaden my horizons, I'm afraid I would never know that the venue for the underground black boxing match was actually in the basement of the El City Grand Opera House.

The majestic El City Grand Opera House is located on the edge of the southeastern part of the city near the central street. It is considered to be the edge of the downtown area of ​​El City. The El City Grand Opera House itself is also the best place for countless dignitaries to spend their nights. It is said that the nobles in El City are the group of people who like opera the most. They like this ancient art very much. The El City Grand Opera House has cultivated a large number of musicians and performing artists who are shining with various dazzling halos.

But when I sat in Benjamin's carriage and listened to him and his two friends talking about the opera house, I realized that this most iconic building in Ayr City was far from as beautiful as the rumors said. It is unknown how many nobles came to appreciate those difficult songs, but usually the square and stables behind the opera house where the carriages were parked would be crowded during the days when underground black boxing matches were held.

The magic carriage pulled by four horses drove into the stables behind the Grand Opera House. There were already many gorgeous carriages parked neatly here. We jumped off the carriage at the door of the opera house. Benjamin waved to the driver to park the carriage at the stables and asked him to wait for us at the door of the opera house. Then he tidied his clothes and walked straight into the opera house with his two friends and me.

This is a huge square building with two giant siren sculptures over 30 meters high standing on both sides of the gate. The tall statues are images of Naga siren with human body and fish tail. The upper body of the statue on the left is the image of a man. He holds a steel harpoon that is nearly 30 meters high in one hand. His strong upper body is covered with some green scales, and is made lifelike by the sculptors. His face is very hideous and ugly, with three eyes on that big face, glaring down at the Opera Square. The statue on the right is a female Naga. She has a beautiful and charming body. Although she is also half fish and half human, the softness above the waist exceeds that of any human woman. The slender waist sets off the well-built SU breasts. On the swan-like long neck is a face that is almost as perfect as an angel. She holds one hand on her waist and the other hand holds a conch and is concentrating on playing it. The movements are graceful and natural, just like dancing. According to legend, every Naga is born with a beautiful voice. What they like to do most is to lie on the sea reef filled with morning mist, singing soul-stirring and charming songs to lure those ships sailing alone on the sea.

The two statues hold up the entire huge rainproof platform in front of the walls on both sides of the main entrance of the opera house. Looking behind the statues, there is a row of 30-meter-high huge stone pillars on both sides behind them, which look like harps from high to low.

I was shocked by the two giant sculptures at the gate of the opera house. I looked up with my mouth open and eyes wide open like a countryman, not paying any attention to whether the road under my feet was flat. If Benjamin hadn't pulled me aside, I would have tripped on the stone steps in front of me.

Benjamin whispered to me: "You can look here as you like when there is no one. Now you'd better take your eyes away. You were recommended by me. Even if you are a bumpkin, don't show it so obviously."

His reminder made me sober up a lot. I forced myself to shift my eyes to other places. Only then did I realize that there were many nobles in gorgeous clothes on the fan-shaped stone steps of the opera house. They poured into the hall of the opera house one after another. It was not what I thought. This is a paradise for men's entertainment. I found that many nobles were accompanied by some gorgeously dressed female companions.

I took a deep breath to calm my excitement, tidied my magic robe that was a little wrinkled when I just sat in the carriage, and followed Benjamin up the stone steps. At this time, Benjamin's two friends followed us and walked side by side with us. They were wearing formal dresses in such a hot summer evening, just like two proud peacocks. The two exquisite swords inlaid with various gems on their waists were more like exquisite decorations.

They are now very familiar with me, and they were impressed by the magic of the "flame tongue weapon" I showed in the carriage. It was when Benjamin said that I would go to the Ziqing Mountains with him to explore the team during the summer vacation that they said to me with surprise: So you are also a member of the hunting of the two-headed fire snake lizard! Then they turned around and asked Benjamin suspiciously: Ben, didn't you promise to invite a magic apprentice who can use ice magic to help? Benjamin was also a little confused in the carriage at that time, and didn't know how to answer for a while, but I immediately condensed a small ice crystal in the palm of my hand, and the temperature in the entire magic caravan quickly dropped, just like the early winter season, and Benjamin's two friends showed a look of sudden realization.

Therefore, as a magic apprentice with dual magic powers, I naturally became the target of friendship for these young masters from aristocratic families.

A newly promoted magic noble like me can be regarded as someone who has stepped into the aristocratic circle with one foot, but apart from my identity, I am completely out of touch with this circle. I don’t even know any etiquette about the nobles, and have never participated in their balls. I still live a civilian life, but the magic badge on my chest tells everyone that I am also a noble.

We walked up the stairs with the crowd entering the opera house. I was still guessing what Benjamin introduced to me in the magic caravan. The venue of the underground black boxing match is a huge underground square. But why did he take us to the upper floor of the opera house?

The flow of people finally split at the staircase on the second floor of the opera house. Two corridors appeared on the left and right sides of the staircase on the second floor. In one of the corridors, several guards wearing scale armor, holding spears and round shields stood at the entrance of the stairs. There were also several waiters in gorgeous clothes standing there, checking the invitation letters of each guest. Only guests with invitation letters were allowed to enter, and guests without invitation letters were persuaded to pass through another corridor.

I was originally going to follow the crowd, but Benjamin pulled me back. He winked at me and said, "Jia, our room is over there!"

It was not until I walked to the side of the waiters that I realized the purpose of Benjamin's invitation to two friends. The three of them took out something like an invitation from their arms and showed it to the waiters for inspection. Then a waiter took out a beautiful card from his arms and handed it to me. After I took the card, the four of us were allowed to walk into the corridor covered with scarlet carpet.

At this time, Benjamin explained to me: It turned out that three members with formal membership qualifications had to jointly recommend Benjamin to bring me into the underground black boxing arena.

And the card in my hand with a gorgeous rose and a sword of honor is not a pass, but a card with one-third membership. As long as I collect three such cards, I will become a formal member here. In other words, if I come here to watch the underground boxing match, I need to be brought in by my friends twice more, and I will automatically have the membership qualification here.

Following the crowds in the corridors, I walked into the corridor with Benjamin, who was familiar with the place. The paintings on the walls on both sides of the corridor were pastoral scenes, showing the rich beauty of the suburbs of El City. However, after the corridor turned two corners, I suddenly found that the people walking in front of us all disappeared in front of the corridor. Yes, after turning a corner, the corridor in front was empty, without a single person.

The moonstones inlaid on the wall made the entire corridor brightly lit. I was about to continue walking forward, but Benjamin held my shoulders and suddenly wanted to walk to the corner behind me. The corner was very hidden. Everyone walked straight forward in the corridor. It was behind the lampstand on the left side of the corridor, which happened to be in the blind spot of vision. If Benjamin hadn't pulled me to turn around and walk to this corner, I wouldn't have known that there was such a hidden corner here.

At this time, I vaguely saw a not-too-wide stone staircase extending downward in front of me, and the figure of the pedestrian in front of me just disappeared at the entrance of the stone staircase.

Benjamin and his two friends also took me into this hidden staircase. Benjamin smiled disdainfully and whispered sarcastically: "What a boring setting. I don't know what kind of cautious heart the owner who first founded this underground black boxing match had to make the entrance here like a maze!"

I found that the stone steps here led to the underground. When I passed a section of stone steps at the beginning, I could even hear the faint sound of opera outside the stone wall. I didn't expect that the stone steps here were only separated from the performance hall of the opera house by a wall. The rotating stone steps seemed very long. There was a wall lamp with moonstone as the wick every five meters on the stone wall. I walked down for a long time before I finally heard the long-lost hustle and bustle. The noisy voices and the women's unbridled and wanton laughter gradually became clear in my ears.

Finally, after we were interrogated by the guards again, we entered a hall of nearly 1,000 square meters. There were already some nobles in gorgeous clothes standing here. They held silver wine glasses in their hands and gathered in groups of three or two to talk about some topics. The air here was not so good. There was smoke everywhere. The air was filled with the smoke and special fragrance produced by the burning of snake gall grass that can make people excited.

I was used to smelling this smell around Old Kuru. Many shamans in the orc tribe like to carry tobacco rolled with snake gall grass. Although it tastes a bit bitter, the smoke has the effect of relieving pain and making people excited. This magical herb is rare even on the Pai Plateau. Only a few places can grow this herb. The town of Guluding happens to be one of these places.

Not long after we entered the hall, Benjamin and his two friends became very excited. The three of them took me around in this underground black boxing ring. Since the four of us were still underage teenagers, we were not so noticeable even if we were squeezed in the crowd, so we were not restricted in this black boxing ring.

In the center of the hall is a huge iron cage with a very rough style, and this huge round iron cage occupies more than half of the space of the entire hall. Now there are several fighters wearing simple triangle leather shorts in the iron cage, fighting with bare hands. The means used here are real fighting techniques, with almost no fancy moves. As long as someone reveals a slight flaw, they will be attacked like a storm. The extremely simple fists and feet form the most fierce killing technique, which often causes cheers. The spectators upstairs often throw silver coins into the iron cage through the gaps, and the scene is also very lively for a while.

I turned my head curiously and asked Benjamin next to me: "Senior, has it started already?"

"Not yet, this is just a little appetizer. This pre-match melee is for newcomers who have just been bought from the slave market. The owners of the venue held such a melee to make them adapt to the cruel life here as soon as possible. There are no weapons, and those nobles who came to watch the game will not buy it." Benjamin squeezed next to me, and I don't know when there were two more wine glasses in his hand. He handed me a glass while talking.

I didn't want to get drunk here, so I shook my head and refused.

Benjamin smiled knowingly, handed the wine glass to the slightly fat friend next to him, and then said to me: "You can call me anything here, but don't call me senior, it looks very rustic!"

The friend next to him laughed exaggeratedly. I didn't think there was anything wrong with calling him senior, but since he said so, I also nodded obediently.

I got to the front of the iron cage and wanted to look inside. The entire iron cage was made of steel bars as thick as an adult's thigh. It extended from the ground to nearly 20 meters high. The entire stand was divided into two floors. It was obviously more visually intuitive to watch the fight in the iron cage from the upper stands. The entire second floor was a complete circle. All the stands were crowded with people. Some powerful nobles sat on the side of the stands and slowly tasted wine and chatted. The stands with the best viewing angles were occupied in advance. As long as you turned your head slightly, you could see the situation in the entire iron cage. The viewing area downstairs was not so good. When standing on one side, you could only see the fighting scenes in the nearby area. The places a little further away were not so clear, and you had to go around to the other side to see. However, the viewing area in the first floor hall was only separated from the stadium by an iron cage. Often, those slave farm owners who brought slaves to participate in the competition would gather by the iron cage downstairs to watch the fighting situation of their fighters up close.

A huge chandelier hung on the 50-meter-high dome, and it was filled with white candles as thick as arms. The flames of the candles danced above his head, and the hot wax would occasionally fall from the sky like tears, falling into the huge iron cage in the center of the hall.

A fighter bravely kicked the attacker behind him, turned around and flew over to ride on the attacker, strangling the attacker's neck with both hands, trying to suffocate him to death. At this time, a string of hot wax dripped from his head and landed on his body, burning him so much that he screamed. The attacker below took the opportunity to punch him in the heart, and the brave fighter fell on his back...