How to wear a goddess statue

The gladiatorial show originated in Kasner, and was introduced to Solancia by a king 200 years ago. Soon after the first arena was built, it quickly became a popular venue for nobles and wealthy businessmen, and became very popular for a while.

Festival celebrations, entertaining guests, entertaining and socializing...

The gladiatorial arena has become the best stage to show the financial resources and status of all parties. Families capable of hosting a gladiatorial performance will be more sought after.

However, the nobles just watched from the seats, and the real bloody fights were performed by slaves, prisoners of war, captured wild animals and common people who voluntarily became gladiators for their livelihood.

Just like this moment.

The fine snow is falling slowly, and is sometimes carried by the wind. There are several charcoal braziers scattered around the seats, with umbrella-shaped canopies above their heads, so that the audience will not be invaded by the wind and snow.

The city lord sat high in the VIP seat, with exquisite food and drinks in front of him.

The gladiators on the field roared and rushed towards each other, fighting to the death with a simple short sword. On the exposed arms, the slave tattoos were clearly recognizable.

There is no skill at all, only doing your best and doing whatever you can.

As one side loses, the winner raises his dagger high and stabs his opponent's thigh.

The blood column splashed and fell on the surrounding ground with a thick layer of snow, melting out deep or shallow blood-colored holes, and the contrast between red and white was sharp.

"Okay!" The city lord clapped his hands and shouted, "Throw the useless loser behind to feed the lion, and the winning warrior will be rewarded!"

His voice was high, echoing in the empty arena.

The winner raised his hands in response, but his expression was not excited, but rather numb.

There are not many spectators in the arena.

The nobles did not dare to get involved in the disputes within the royal family. When they heard that the arena was open today, they pretended not to have received the news and hid at home.

There are only the city lord, his fans, and the three princes and daughters who were invited.

The city lord turned his face away, his expression still unfinished, and he still only spoke to the caravan owner.

"Big businessman, I heard that you are from the city of Digbia. You haven't seen such a scene, have you? How do you feel? Isn't it very enjoyable?"

The businessman had never seen this scene before, so he smiled dryly: "Master City Lord, didn't you come to discuss cooperation?"

"It's always a bit of an adjustment when talking about things, isn't it." The city lord knocked on the food plate, and pouted at the gladiator staggering below, "You can treat it as a special song and dance performance, watching and eating at the same time, no more than a limp dancer Much more exciting."

merchant:"……"

He tried his best to hold the barbecue slices with the silver fork as calmly as possible, but he still refused to put it into his mouth.

It's not that the businessman has never seen killing, the most recent one was a counter-kill led by the princess, but he really hasn't practiced enough to eat with the smell of blood and the scene of carnage!

The city lord knowingly asked: "Why don't you eat, the dishes don't suit your taste?"

Businessman: "I have a bad appetite recently, hehe."

Eleuil did not participate in the conversation, she sat behind the merchant, looking down at the arena, watching another round of fighting between the new gladiators.

Previously, the princess had never witnessed the fight between human and human, human and beast in the arena, because the former king ordered to restrict the arena performance during his reign, and opposed the opening of the arena at festivals, let alone bringing his young daughter out. Watched.

His exact words were——

"Let the blood stain the celebration, this is your piety, is this the grand event you want the gods to see?"

With the final word, the arena fell silent.

However, when Horst seized the power, the gladiatorial performance was reopened. Although it was not as popular as it was a few generations ago, it finally returned to the public eye.

Aleuil retracted her gaze, and felt that the city lord's gaze, which he thought was invisible, passed by again, with obvious malice and eagerness to try, she knew what the other party was planning.

The Queen's eyes were cold.

She held the table knife in her hand and looked up at the city lord silently.

Very weak, with flaws all over his body, the guards behind him put on a posture of protecting the Lord, but they were obviously absent-minded.

Even if she doesn't use this table knife or any weapon, the princess is absolutely sure that the city lord will die here.

But it’s not okay—killing Horst’s nephew is just giving him a handle. Aleuil doesn’t want to lower his way of thinking to the same level as the city lord. After weighing it for a while, he gave up with no regrets. .

It's ok.

As long as people are not killed, there are many ways to ensure that the city lord will remember this day firmly, and will tremble with fear when seeing her in the future.Isn't the ready-made shortcut right in front of you?

The princess lowered her head with a calm expression. She sliced ​​open the texture of the food with a knife, and an idea popped up in her mind inexplicably.

Fortunately, Rhodes is not here today.

Although Rhodes said that her eyes would always be on him, Eleuil didn't think that every action would be included in the eyes of the gods.

What's more, as long as you are not on the scene, certain things will not be felt.

Eleuil put the food into his mouth.

The honey that smeared the meat was stained on the lips, as transparent as lip balm, and the princess licked it off with the tip of her tongue, and an imperceptible arc of laughter rose from the corner of her mouth.

In fact, even if the gods were present, some things would not be noticed. For example, the current Rhodes did not see such a subtle facial expression of the princess.

Because her spirit body was standing behind the princess.

With translucent hands resting on Eleuil's shoulders, Rhodes looked down at the gladiators fighting to the death.

One round, two rounds.The winners would not see cheers, and the losers would be powerless to fight even if they did not die on the spot, so the city lord would indifferently order them to be dragged away and fed to wild animals.

Blood seeped into the snow, thread by thread, perhaps already staining the fine sand under the snow layer red.

Of course, this arena has not been preserved for later generations. What modern people can see is only the ruins of the arena in the city of Acht and fragmentary records.

The literature describes Gusoran’s arena as follows——

"People and animals compete for the hope of living here, and the blood dyes the gravel bright red."

"Although the sand is replaced after every major event, the blood stains still seep into the ground. Over time, the dark red color penetrates into the marble, and no matter how hard you wipe it, it cannot be removed."

Rhodes sighed silently.

At that time, she was shocked when she read this description, but now she can be called indifferent. If there is any emotion, it is probably... pity.

The perspective is different after all.

After thinking this way, Rhodes suddenly noticed the undisguised coldness around the princess, and couldn't help but start to worry about Eleuil's mood.

When he came back to his senses, Luodas himself had to hold his forehead because of the "different treatment" of the perspective, dumbfounding.

I always feel that in the human world, Eleuil is the cornerstone for her to retain her perspective as a human being. With the princess as the center and radiation, she can look at the surroundings with a human perspective.

Rotas bent down and gave the princess a gentle hug from behind.

Of course the other party didn't notice the touch of the spirit body, but Rhodes found it quite interesting, and couldn't help but lick his pale lips into a chuckle.

Aleuil's shoulders tensed subconsciously, and he scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision calmly, and found nothing wrong.

illusion?

not like.Sure enough, you can't underestimate the city lord's incomprehensible attitude. If the other party has a backup, it's not as simple as being blind.

It took the city lord an hour to finish his meal slowly, and at this time, three rounds of fighting had already taken place in the arena.

The snow was still falling, but it couldn't cover the bloodstains on the field.

The city lord wiped his hands with a silk scarf, and gave the steward of the arena standing beside him a look.

The latter understood, and commanded the slave to drag away the body of the deceased. With his order, the door on the side of the arena slowly rose.

The first sound was a roar.

It's not intense, but the appetite, hunting desire and wildness of carnivorous beasts are vividly conveyed in this low growl.

A black panther slowly walked out of the darkness behind the door, its hind legs were bound by shackles, and the chains stretched all the way into the door.

The length of this iron chain just allows it to move freely on the field, so that the gladiators have no dead ends to avoid, and they will not allow the beasts to pounce on the seats and disturb the audience.

The panther walked to the center of the field, stomping its front paws slightly, looking a little restless, but it was really hungry, and soon lay down its front half, licking the remaining blood on the snow.

Only then did the city lord focus on the princess, and raised his chin proudly.

"Eleuil, right?"

Aleuil turned his head and reminded him friendly: "This city lord, you should call me Your Highness."

"Your Highness?" the city lord asked incredulously, "at least I have a correct understanding of my identity. Who are you from His Majesty Horst? They call you a princess, do you really think it was when the former king was here?"

Behind the city lord, an aide took a breath and covered his face unbearably.

He began to regret, why did he have to follow up today?The city lord was so open-minded, he never thought about what the princess would do if she used her swords in a fit of anger...

It is true that such an irrational approach may cause trouble for the princess herself, but if the other party ignores these things, what is the use of His Majesty Horst's reckoning afterwards? Those present are already dead!

The staff took a step back quietly, thinking about whether to find an excuse to stay away from the place of right and wrong, and to protect themselves wisely.

The city lord gritted his teeth and stared at Ailuil, after a second thought, he restrained his temper strangely, and said with a vicious smile: "If you want me to call you Your Highness, that's fine, see if the leopard below—"

"If you can win it, I can call you His Highness a hundred times."

Eleuil raised an eyebrow.

She leaned lightly on the back of the chair: "You mean what you say?"

The city lord tried his best to ridicule: "You go down and have a round with that beast yourself, you will know."

As soon as these words came out, it was not enough, and he turned to the owner of the caravan to add fuel to the fire: "Big merchant, use your guards to perform a beast fight, and if you don't agree, I will throw you down too!"

merchant:"……"

The businessman picked up the teacup without saying a word.

Even Rhodes's look at the city lord became a little complicated.

These days, there are not many guys who are happy and angry and don't look at the occasion.

The last time I saw this kind of big bear kid was outside the city of Digbia. The son of a rich merchant with ostentatious red hair tried to kill the golden eagle sisters when the deal failed, but was scared back by the little princess with an arrow. Cry to the parents.

If I remember correctly, he completely lost power after his father was executed, and it is not known whether he is still alive at this moment.

Facing the rare species, Eleuil nodded: "Yes."

The city lord was not sure: "Are you really willing to end?"

Gladiators are not all slaves and powerless civilians. Some warriors of noble origin will also voluntarily participate in gladiatorial fights, in order to gain money and fame, the attention of superiors and even kings, and the favored eyes of noble ladies.

But this situation of being asked to end is completely different. It is a humiliation. Once you agree, you are putting yourself in the same position as a slave prisoner of war.

Aleuil got up, put on the leather gloves slowly, and suddenly smiled at the city lord.

"I am willing to compete with the beast, but you, I don't know if you want to."

It was too late and then it was too fast, the princess jumped over the merchant and came to the city lord in the blink of an eye, as vigorous as a leopard.

With a sweep of her long legs, the castellan fell down along with the chair and turned on his back, his legs still kicking helplessly in mid-air.

City Lord: "You—"

But Aleuil had already picked him up, hung him on the edge of the pavilion, and kicked him.

Accompanied by a terrified scream, the city lord was kicked off the Colosseum abruptly.

He landed near the edge of the field and rolled around in the snow.

Panther raised his head.

Aleuil kicked on the fence with one leg, and smiled lowly: "The proposal of the city lord is very good. We are both royals. How about facing the black panther face to face like a warrior?"

After finishing speaking, she lightly turned over and jumped over the fence, her long hair tied up flying in the air.

The author has something to say:

Black panther: Panthers stand on the field, meat comes from the sky (no)

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Thanks to the little cutie who throws thunder, and compares my heart!

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