Keir shook the cloak again, turned his head and carefully checked whether his new cloak was damaged.
But fortunately, the material of this cloak is still very solid, and it was shaken with strength, and there was no damage. As expected of a famous craftsman's work, although it is only the work of a young man.
There was a wail in the auditorium below, all from avoiding the fragments of the wooden stick, but the wailing of the people was just a subconscious reaction. What really surprised them was the fact that they encountered monsters in the arena attacking humans, especially the VIP room.
But it should not work, which is blessed by Goddess Luck.
At this time, the most panicked ones are those gamblers who have won. People who often come here have more or less heard of the fate of those who dare to resist and make trouble, whether it is a wild beast monster or a poor guy who owes a lot of debt.
There is only one dead end, even those on the battlefield will be killed, leaving no one behind.
But here comes the question, how should this bet be counted?
This group of gamblers who want money and life, while brushing away the sawdust on their heads, turned their heads to stare at the VIP room on the high place, muttering in a low voice, and their whole bodies trembled nervously: "Master, please be kind, be kind!" Ah, let me win today."
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On the top, the merchants were panting heavily, some of them turned red and some were whiter than wheat flour, but they were all nervous, and they were not specially conjured faces to deceive someone today.
Mr. Scott blushed, looked at Keir with bright eyes, and laughed: "I knew it, haha, I knew it!"
Keir thought he was weird, so he straightened the bright feather hat on his head and asked casually, "What do you know? You're so happy that everyone panicked."
But Mr. Scott smiled, but did not answer. Instead, he came to the pale-faced Mr. Ottosfetten, and together with Ottosfitten's men, he checked whether he was scared out of trouble: "Lipple De? Are you okay? Is there a problem with your body?"
Mr. Ottosfetten tightly grasped his dark gold luxurious belt buckle with both hands, his face was pale and his breathing was weak, but he still replied in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay. I was just shocked. Knight, or I'll be hit."
He looked depressed, and wanted to reach out to pick up the mask that was scared off just now, but he flicked his hands twice but failed, and still maintained the action of subconsciously grabbing the belt buckle just now. For this reason, he muttered in a low voice: "That thing was flying towards me just now, it's really dangerous. Don't surround me, let me slow down, okay? Friends?"
But his deputy insisted that Mr. Ottosfetten should at least go to the back of the VIP chair, where it would at least be safer.
Mr. Puntorissa next to him was also scared off his mask. With a livid face, he pushed away the steward Rosa who was lying on his legs and feet, and said angrily: "I don't think it is necessary, after all, Kiel Knight is here. Here, I believe he will protect us. As for now, Odo-Rosa! You fellow, give me, no, give us in the name of the Union of Chambers of Commerce, and bring down those show animals in the arena They were all slaughtered."
He stared coldly at Rosa, the steward: "Including those animal pens and prisons under the fighting arena, all of them have been dealt with! I don't want to see those things again. The fighting arena should not be opened for a while, and the VIPs should be dealt with Let’s talk about the safety of the room.”
After being pushed to the ground, Rosa, the steward who rolled up tremblingly like a ball, could only choke out one word: "Uh—obey."
He lowered his head almost against his anatomy, stretching his neck down into his crotch, if he could.
Then he tremblingly ordered two fat thugs who surrounded him, and asked one of them to go down to call people to gather, and the other to bring people over, use a human wall to block the adults, and do a good job of protection afterwards.
But I dare not make any more problems.
Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" picked up the mask that he was also scared off, and put it on his face again: "Let's take everyone to deal with it, those long-haired lynx orcs are not easy to deal with. As for this, there are Kiel knights Here, is it all right?"
The final question was addressed to Kiel, who shrugged: "Of course."
But just as the steward Rosa was about to flee and took people away, Kiel stopped the steward Rosa: "Wait a minute."
As soon as Keir opened his mouth, everyone else looked at him to see what he had to say.
This scene is what Kiel often hears from others: Even if a powerful man speaks in a low voice, everyone has to bend down and listen quietly.
"I don't like goblins, you just need to deal with those green dwarves on the field, as for the long-haired lynx orcs, those fluffy aliens, well, let them live, this is their wonderful performance How about the remuneration? At least except for the end, I am quite satisfied."
The steward Rosa looked at Mr. Pontorissa in embarrassment, and the gray-haired Mr. Pontorissa said angrily: "Look at what I see, Knight Kiel said, so you do it. Hurry up! Get those brothers Brin has dealt with it, and I don't want to hear the hateful screams of those things for a moment. From now on, I won't find hunters here to buy some goblins, you know?"
"Yes, it is."
The trembling voice responded, and the steward Rosa, whose eyes were full of tears, led the person downstairs tremblingly. The two fat thugs who were the assistants were also cautious. The domineering aura of the boss Rosa in the fighting arena and their second son had disappeared.
Not to mention themselves, even their leader, Manager Rosa, felt that the position under his buttocks would be gone soon.
Will it be assigned to the chamber of commerce to deal with everyone's feces?
Or, let him take his men to venture to the nearby villages that haven't escaped to collect grain at this time?
Rosa, the manager, looked desperate.
Stumbling and thinking while walking in the rock passage, he thought it would be safer to manage the daily excrement of the members of the chamber of commerce in the town?
At least there is no danger of being kidnapped or having his waist cut by bandits.
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Although he was worried about the future work, at least things still had to be done for now, and soon more than a dozen fat thugs holding iron-clad clubs rushed out of the passage around the auditorium. They yelled loudly, pushing away the poor gamblers who were blocking the way and asking them for an explanation of the game, and pulled out the sticks around their waists with a look of displeasure.
Not only that, all the thugs took out a reinforcement component wrapped with an iron rod from the back waist, a metal ring with thick thorns on the outer ring, as long as this thing is simply put on the iron rod, it is easy to put it in your hand. The guy upgraded it into a makeshift mace with a one-handed hammer.
Using this thing to deal with goblins is simply overkill.
But the work in the arena relies on the ability to suppress and clear the arena by force at this time.
The steward Rosa came down to the edge of the auditorium surrounded by thugs. He looked angrily at the culprit of this incident, the corpse of the goblin leader, and cursed: "It's crazy, it seems that it's for these green The condition of the leather monster is too good, the food is too good, the raising is too good, ￥##￥#, it hurts me!"
He shouted loudly to his surroundings, not only for his thugs, but also for the onlookers and poor people present.
"Everyone has seen the current situation. Heck, according to the orders of the Chamber of Commerce and Joe Kiel Knight, the goblins in the arena and all the goblins in the area of the arena have to be dealt with. "
Immediately, a poor gambler who was not afraid of interrupting and being beaten shouted loudly: "I don't care what you do, Master Rosa, how will the outcome of tonight's game be calculated? Brothers can all buy the foreign race to win!"
The steward, Rosa, took a sip: "Bah! Are you still thinking about your game?" He waved his hand: "The foreign race wins, and the winner goes and collects the money."
Then he waved his short hand vigorously, and let his fat thugs go down to fight: "Remember, it's just goblins, these long-haired lynx orcs, the knight won't let them be killed, don't kill them all."
The thugs were all frowning, and they all supported the edge of the audience stand with one hand, and then jumped down one after another.
The height of the wall from the audience stand to the fighting arena is three meters, and it is not purely vertical. In order to make it easier for people on high places to see the battle below, a certain arc is specially reserved on the wall, so the smooth wall makes the guys in the fighting arena below They couldn't climb up, but when the thugs jumped down from above, they could barely slide down.
At this time, the long-haired lynx orcs were surrounding the goblin leader who was hunted and killed by the long sword. Of course, they have no interest in the corpse, and they came here one after another to obtain this powerful weapon that fell from the sky.
As alien races in the mountains and forests, they love and need metal weapons very much.
The fluffy little palm grabbed the glowing hilt on the shattered face, trying to pull it out with force.
But whether it is a long-haired lynx orc, or two long-haired lynx orcs, or connect their tails to their waists, seven of them will pull out together.
They couldn't move the weapon even a tiny bit.
This angry group of long-haired lynx orcs jumped on the ground, unable to figure out what was going on.
Kiel, who watched this scene, smiled, stretched out his palm and said, "Come back! Hunt! Come back! Hunt!"
After two calls, the long sword underneath trembled, and it was 'pulled' out of the shattered goblin's face on its own. The fluffy little guys who watched cheered, thinking that their behavior just now touched the gods of the alien race.
It turned out not to be.
The blade of the long sword glowed white, rising inch by inch. When only the tip of the sword remained, the whole sword was beyond the expectations of the long-haired lynx orcs. Three to five meters, came to the edge of the wall, startled the fat thugs who just jumped off.
Someone wanted to brandish a stick with a spiked head and hit the long sword to hunt, but the weapon turned around nimbly, dodged it, then jumped on the ground and jumped onto the wall of the three-meter-high arena .
Someone boldly wanted to grab the hilt of the long sword, but the long sword hunted and dexterously hopped and hopped, avoiding all the people around, and came under the viewing platform.
Kiel chuckled and waved downwards, and the long sword "jumped" vigorously, jumped a few meters in place, and fell directly into Kiel's palm.
Mr. Scott approached excitedly, opened his mouth and said, "Keir, your sword is so powerful!"
"It's just a spiritual weapon."
Seeing that Mr. Scott was curious, Keel wiped the blade of the sword on the heavy curtain next to it, thoroughly wiping off the small amount of blood stained on the blade itself under the white light lingering.
The white light on the blade followed his will into the prayers of the Church of the Sun God on the sword body, finally revealing the true appearance of the whole long sword.
"Let me see, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Keir handed the weapon to Mr. Scott's palm: "Two hands, very heavy."
Mr. Scott, who wanted to hold the hilt of the sword with one hand, immediately switched to holding it with two hands, but when the long sword fell into his hands, the palms of both hands fell down quite a bit, almost preventing him from standing still. Steady, just fall down.
Luckily, Kirk got a hold of it.
"It's so heavy, how can it be waved with one hand?"
With a clang, Mr. Scott still dropped the tip of his sword on the ground and leaned on it. Other businessmen also took the opportunity to surround him, and they all looked at Keel's weapon curiously. As for the 'handling' in the arena below, everyone paid no attention to it.
On the contrary, the audience was very satisfied with watching, applauding one after another.
Under the watchful eyes of the long-haired lynx orcs who fled to the side, the fat thugs grabbed the goblin who was not dead on the ground and the timid goblin leaning against the metal fence at the entrance and exit, and grabbed their necks hard. He fell to the ground on one side, and then raised the stick with metal spikes in his hand, and swung it down heavily.
Smash the heads of begging or screaming goblins.
The audience laughed while watching, Rosa, the manager, waved his hand in disgust, and asked the backstage staff to open the metal fences on both sides of the fighting arena. On the one hand, the long-haired lynx orcs left the arena, and on the other hand, they let the thugs go from the entrance and exit to the underground. Go to the prison, and 'dispose' of the other goblins who didn't play in the same way.
It is estimated that there will be no more goblin battles here in the future. Although it is a pity that there is a good business that makes money, but the steward Rosa thinks that this kind of thing probably has nothing to do with him, so he is even more disinterested and casually in the audience. He found a place to sit down and stopped serving his superiors and big shots. He just sat like this, frowning and looking at the mess around him.
A poor man with a head injury came over and asked him for compensation for being injured by scattered wooden stick fragments, but the steward Rosa turned a deaf ear.
A gambler who won the game came over and said that he wanted to go to the tavern to celebrate with other people and invited the generous Master Rosa tonight, but the manager Rosa turned a deaf ear.
He just sat there.
Just sit like this, if you can sit for a while, it is a while.
He's still in charge here now, maybe he won't be in the future.
To manage the feeling here and the sight here, he had to firmly fix it in his memory.
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"Is this a magical weapon?"
Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" lightly stroked the gray-black sword body curiously, tapped his nails, and heard a calm and firm sound.
"certainly."
Keel nodded.
The better Mr. Ottosfetten came over, he squatted down, and said knowledgeably: "It seems that several kinds of natural magic metals are mixed on the basis of the original steel. Scott, can you Can you see what is used on the blade of the sword?"
In addition to the business of general metal materials, the chamber of commerce that Scott belongs to will of course involve the business of magic materials that are not profitable overall but have high unit prices and can climb the ranks of the ruler.
"Of course, the material of Kiel's sword is relatively simple. It's just a mixture of two common magic materials. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the most common copper and black iron mixed with refined steel, right? It's not forged yet. It came out. At least I didn’t see patterns on the body of the sword. If it is forged, especially the common folding forging, it will leave beautiful and practical patterns between the metal interlacing.”
Mr. Scott leaned on the sword with a smile, and touched his chin with one free hand: "So, it was cast, and those who have this kind of technology can only be master craftsmen of forging, or priests of the Church of the God of Forging Let's do it."
Kiel applauded: "That's right, it was a pastor and a craftsman priest who helped me remelt and make it."
"Remelting? Oh? Looks like there's another story behind?"
Mr. Puntolisa was interested in the life experiences and stories of Knight Kiel, so he suggested that Knight Kiel might as well talk about it.
So Keir briefly talked about how he and Knight Crowe led troops to attack the bandits in the pocket hole.
Of course, in the story, he concealed his identity at the time, but simply explained the process of the battle, and how he finally dueled with a bandit leader in a corpse pit full of living corpses.
Mr. Scott, who was listening to the story, was very excited, and wished he could hold the sword of the Kiel knight, and have a battle that would definitely be written in poetry.
Although he couldn't even swing Kiel's sword, it was too heavy, and if he didn't have that ability, his wrist might be sprained if he swung the sword.
"By the way, where was the white light just now?"
When everyone asked about this, Mr. Ottosfetten carefully rubbed the prayer of the Church of the Sun God on the end of the sword with his hand as if he wanted to recover his embarrassment.
"Is it this? The ability brought by the blessing prayer of the Church of the Sun God. It is a very rare thing, especially in the past two years, the Church of the Sun God has shrunk in scale and reduced its activities."
Kiel nodded, and asked a question he had always been curious about: "Then who knows why the Church of the Sun God shrinks and reduces missionary activities?"
Most of the people present could not answer this question, except for Mr. Lippard Ottosfetten. He glanced at everyone in surprise: "No, don't you understand?"
Mr. "Dry Olier" smiled apologetically: "We rarely contact other churches other than God of Wealth Church, of course we don't know about that."
Mr. Ottosfetten thought about it again. Most of the businessmen have close ties with the Church of the God of Wealth, so naturally they have less contact with other churches. Of course, it’s not all. If the family members believe in other religions, although the whole family cannot believe in one god, which makes them almost devout in the eyes of the church, but the whole family of a businessman believes in different gods and has connections with various churches. It is also a kind of business association Direction with individual businessman.
This kind of news is much more informed.
Of course~www.mtlnovel.com~Mr. Ottosfetten is not like this. Ottosfitten itself is a noble surname. The son, Mr. Lippard-Ottosfetten is still more informed than most.
"I heard that their **** has set up a big one in the east of the empire. My brother even heard from a master mage he knows that the climate in our whole world has changed a little. It was the abnormal rainfall last year, and many places That's all."
When he was talking, he imitated his elder brother and made an upward gesture, although he didn't quite understand what it meant.
Keir did have some guesses, but such vague information was only a rough idea.
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After the goblins in the bottom were cleaned up, everyone thought of leaving. Rosa, the steward, also hurriedly announced the end of tonight's fight, and let the poor people who were spectators leave.
Afterwards, the steward Rosa walked back to the VIP room with heavy steps, and waited for the big shots to leave.
But to his surprise, until he left, Mr. Puntolisa did not say that he would be relieved of his position in charge of the gambling arena.
After thinking for a long time, he realized that it was he who took the initiative to use his body to cover and protect Mr. Puntorissa when he was in danger, and he saved his position for himself.
And even more than that.
To be able to protect his superiors with his own safety, this is very important to Mr. Puntorissa, who is already old.
Are there few merchants in Dorne who will make money? Nothing less at all, even too much.
But those people just want to make money and nothing else.
Some things are more important than money, especially for someone as high up in the chamber as Mr. Puntoliza.