Chapter 1230: City of Pleasure, Part 65 - In the Arena in Turam ① -
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The lines weren't the only ones that rounded their eyes. The mercenaries were all surprised, without exception, and the waves of emotion that followed were different for each of the callers. Emerald, who thinks nothing, Elsia, who can't recognize the facts and leaves her mouth wide open, Seite, who quietly rolls her fighting spirit, and Ven, who looks bitter. Alphilis himself only takes a floating look at their expressions.
And it was still okay to say, Elsia, who opened his mouth first.
"Alphilis!"
"Put on 'Captain', Elsia. He's an old man, and now he's working as a mercenary."
"Captain, I'm not convinced! Why am I being nominated for such an important occasion? If you're going to fight, you're going to be Nia or Yao!
"I checked the opponent's information in advance. On top of that, I chose the one I thought would be the best. Elsia's opponents are probably better suited to Elsia than Nia or Yao. That's all."
"Hey, why..."
Elsia couldn't hide her confusion. I certainly wanted to give you a name in the war. But Elsia, saddened by her lack of strength in the last battle, continued her plain training pale. And for the first time, I know, I'm powerless. How strong are the humans that I thought I could handle myself? And a sense of resistance to hurting the other person. If that were the battlefield, Elsia was beginning to feel that the burden on her spirit would be unusual. Elsia was an arrowhead who had begun to think that she might not be able to accuse herself of not trying to fight. I didn't even think it was time for the battle to turn around.
But Alphilis explained the procedure for the battle, approaching the bewildered Elsia.
"This battle is different from the normal arena," he said.
"What do you mean?
"At present, Tarram's arena is divided into two types. The stage, the strong martial arts of the elements as spectacles and the martial arts that really risk their lives to fight each other. There are two types. The nature of our fight this time is strong as spectacles. Of course, if you're caught off guard, you could really die."
"Backstroke risking your life, they say, is banned to the public. It's exciting, but the truth is that you can't easily replenish a person who dies in a back fight. Because fewer countries now take ostensibly and slavery.
Rich people bet on strong fighters again, but some people fund them to train them. They say a lot of people are afraid they'll be paas overnight. "
Alphilis nodded at Lisa's explanation.
"That's why the elements of the spectacle are strong this time. Because you wouldn't want to leave us and the roots of the scourge that offered the protector of Tarram. And in the meantime, I looked into their appearances in advance. This time with two women and two men. When you become a female fighter and a strong fighter for the table, only a limited number of people compete.
And given our full force of women, you're a man fighter and you want a winning star. As a result of thinking about playing in the arena until yesterday, and roughly narrowing down and exploring who comes out, the opponent knows beforehand. I'm going to teach you how to win. Whoever was called by name, lend me your ear. "
"Am I good, Alphilis?"
"The line won't show up this time. It seems better."
Alphilis had softly slapped those who were about to compete. As the arena flourished with a beforehand spectacle, the factions of the Alphilis were quiet to the point of anomaly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting! Now we have the biggest spectacle of the day!
Surrounded by a staircased audience, the moderator waves a hot valve at the center of the circular arena. The audience's exuberance was culminating and he was in tune like a ground howl with his feet. The moderator's tone becomes even more feverish so that he can get on them.
"What's the biggest spectacle of the day! With the mightiest warriors who defend Tarram, this symbol of pleasure and decadence! This is the battle of the fools who have offered to engage them! Now, who's going to win?"
We're the bad guys, aren't we?
"Fair enough. Aren't you looking forward to how quiet it will be when you pour cold water on them with all this excitement?
"That's a terrible statement. But there are those who are thriving together and those who are already blue?
An extremely calm Seite offered Emerald and Elsia with his chin. I see, Emerald was poking his fist into heaven with the audience as the host uplifted. And Elsia is getting gagged and blue beside it. Where does the usual strong expression and attitude go and is the heart twice as fast as usual for Lisa to sense? Even with Gail's jealousy and consolation voice-over, his voice just passed vain from left ear to right ear, and nothing seemed to work.
Lisa, who had just caught sight of her, tried to speak up, but Alphilis withheld it.
"Isn't that just tough in this way?
"I don't expect a winning star, I'm going to give it a shot. Instead, if you're ashamed of yourself here, you might stop holding your sword badly."
"Isn't Elsia talented? That's what you and Rosetta said."
"Even if you're talented, there's no point in you dying on the battlefield. How long do you think those who hold the sword will stay on the battlefield and survive? Average age of mercenaries currently active in the Alliance, you know?
"... no"
"They say they're in their early 20s. Hooray if you can retire with your clumped gold in your hands. It will depend on the work you undertake, but many retire or die from physical or mental disturbances. There's so much talk of a mercenary dying who's been called a genius that you throw up and throw it away, right?
"That's best of you. But oddly enough, aren't you nice to Elsia?
"Kind of."
Actually, the way Elsia and Gail are treated is largely due to their contracts with layers. Layers offer to distribute the accumulated reward to both of them when they die by taking on dirty work. Also, depending on Gail and Elsia's intentions, it was Layer's hope that Gail, the man, would not want Elsia to be on the battlefield as much as possible, anyway. What Layer offered Alphilis was for the two of them to look for a way to live off the battlefield. To that end, he asked Alphilis to do what he could to show the possibilities.
But knowing such their hearts or not, Gail preferred to wave his sword, and other things tended to skip. Elsia has also recently started to study seriously, but they all seemed to be the basics of fighting. These circumstances were headache seeds as an alphilis, leaving it up to Rosetta about Gayle, but she wondered if Elsia would try to give her rough treatment.
And dare Alphilis ignore Elsia and talk to Emerald. The emerald wore a robe softly from his head, his eyes shining, and he looked at the arena.
Continued
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The lines weren't the only ones that rounded their eyes. The mercenaries were all surprised, without exception, and the waves of emotion that followed were different for each of the callers. Emerald, who thinks nothing, Elsia, who can't recognize the facts and leaves her mouth wide open, Seite, who quietly rolls her fighting spirit, and Ven, who looks bitter. Alphilis himself only takes a floating look at their expressions.
And it was still okay to say, Elsia, who opened his mouth first.
"Alphilis!"
"Put on 'Captain', Elsia. He's an old man, and now he's working as a mercenary."
"Captain, I'm not convinced! Why am I being nominated for such an important occasion? If you're going to fight, you're going to be Nia or Yao!
"I checked the opponent's information in advance. On top of that, I chose the one I thought would be the best. Elsia's opponents are probably better suited to Elsia than Nia or Yao. That's all."
"Hey, why..."
Elsia couldn't hide her confusion. I certainly wanted to give you a name in the war. But Elsia, saddened by her lack of strength in the last battle, continued her plain training pale. And for the first time, I know, I'm powerless. How strong are the humans that I thought I could handle myself? And a sense of resistance to hurting the other person. If that were the battlefield, Elsia was beginning to feel that the burden on her spirit would be unusual. Elsia was an arrowhead who had begun to think that she might not be able to accuse herself of not trying to fight. I didn't even think it was time for the battle to turn around.
But Alphilis explained the procedure for the battle, approaching the bewildered Elsia.
"This battle is different from the normal arena," he said.
"What do you mean?
"At present, Tarram's arena is divided into two types. The stage, the strong martial arts of the elements as spectacles and the martial arts that really risk their lives to fight each other. There are two types. The nature of our fight this time is strong as spectacles. Of course, if you're caught off guard, you could really die."
"Backstroke risking your life, they say, is banned to the public. It's exciting, but the truth is that you can't easily replenish a person who dies in a back fight. Because fewer countries now take ostensibly and slavery.
Rich people bet on strong fighters again, but some people fund them to train them. They say a lot of people are afraid they'll be paas overnight. "
Alphilis nodded at Lisa's explanation.
"That's why the elements of the spectacle are strong this time. Because you wouldn't want to leave us and the roots of the scourge that offered the protector of Tarram. And in the meantime, I looked into their appearances in advance. This time with two women and two men. When you become a female fighter and a strong fighter for the table, only a limited number of people compete.
And given our full force of women, you're a man fighter and you want a winning star. As a result of thinking about playing in the arena until yesterday, and roughly narrowing down and exploring who comes out, the opponent knows beforehand. I'm going to teach you how to win. Whoever was called by name, lend me your ear. "
"Am I good, Alphilis?"
"The line won't show up this time. It seems better."
Alphilis had softly slapped those who were about to compete. As the arena flourished with a beforehand spectacle, the factions of the Alphilis were quiet to the point of anomaly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting! Now we have the biggest spectacle of the day!
Surrounded by a staircased audience, the moderator waves a hot valve at the center of the circular arena. The audience's exuberance was culminating and he was in tune like a ground howl with his feet. The moderator's tone becomes even more feverish so that he can get on them.
"What's the biggest spectacle of the day! With the mightiest warriors who defend Tarram, this symbol of pleasure and decadence! This is the battle of the fools who have offered to engage them! Now, who's going to win?"
We're the bad guys, aren't we?
"Fair enough. Aren't you looking forward to how quiet it will be when you pour cold water on them with all this excitement?
"That's a terrible statement. But there are those who are thriving together and those who are already blue?
An extremely calm Seite offered Emerald and Elsia with his chin. I see, Emerald was poking his fist into heaven with the audience as the host uplifted. And Elsia is getting gagged and blue beside it. Where does the usual strong expression and attitude go and is the heart twice as fast as usual for Lisa to sense? Even with Gail's jealousy and consolation voice-over, his voice just passed vain from left ear to right ear, and nothing seemed to work.
Lisa, who had just caught sight of her, tried to speak up, but Alphilis withheld it.
"Isn't that just tough in this way?
"I don't expect a winning star, I'm going to give it a shot. Instead, if you're ashamed of yourself here, you might stop holding your sword badly."
"Isn't Elsia talented? That's what you and Rosetta said."
"Even if you're talented, there's no point in you dying on the battlefield. How long do you think those who hold the sword will stay on the battlefield and survive? Average age of mercenaries currently active in the Alliance, you know?
"... no"
"They say they're in their early 20s. Hooray if you can retire with your clumped gold in your hands. It will depend on the work you undertake, but many retire or die from physical or mental disturbances. There's so much talk of a mercenary dying who's been called a genius that you throw up and throw it away, right?
"That's best of you. But oddly enough, aren't you nice to Elsia?
"Kind of."
Actually, the way Elsia and Gail are treated is largely due to their contracts with layers. Layers offer to distribute the accumulated reward to both of them when they die by taking on dirty work. Also, depending on Gail and Elsia's intentions, it was Layer's hope that Gail, the man, would not want Elsia to be on the battlefield as much as possible, anyway. What Layer offered Alphilis was for the two of them to look for a way to live off the battlefield. To that end, he asked Alphilis to do what he could to show the possibilities.
But knowing such their hearts or not, Gail preferred to wave his sword, and other things tended to skip. Elsia has also recently started to study seriously, but they all seemed to be the basics of fighting. These circumstances were headache seeds as an alphilis, leaving it up to Rosetta about Gayle, but she wondered if Elsia would try to give her rough treatment.
And dare Alphilis ignore Elsia and talk to Emerald. The emerald wore a robe softly from his head, his eyes shining, and he looked at the arena.
Continued
The lines weren't the only ones that rounded their eyes. The mercenaries were all surprised, without exception, and the waves of emotion that followed were different for each of the callers. Emerald, who thinks nothing, Elsia, who can't recognize the facts and leaves her mouth wide open, Seite, who quietly rolls her fighting spirit, and Ven, who looks bitter. Alphilis himself only takes a floating look at their expressions.And it was still okay to say, Elsia, who opened his mouth first."Alphilis!""Put on 'Captain', Elsia. He's an old man, and now he's working as a mercenary.""Captain, I'm not convinced! Why am I being nominated for such an important occasion? If you're going to fight, you're going to be Nia or Yao! "I checked the opponent's information in advance. On top of that, I chose the one I thought would be the best. Elsia's opponents are probably better suited to Elsia than Nia or Yao. That's all.""Hey, why..."Elsia couldn't hide her confusion. I certainly wanted to give you a name in the war. But Elsia, saddened by her lack of strength in the last battle, continued her plain training pale. And for the first time, I know, I'm powerless. How strong are the humans that I thought I could handle myself? And a sense of resistance to hurting the other person. If that were the battlefield, Elsia was beginning to feel that the burden on her spirit would be unusual. Elsia was an arrowhead who had begun to think that she might not be able to accuse herself of not trying to fight. I didn't even think it was time for the battle to turn around.But Alphilis explained the procedure for the battle, approaching the bewildered Elsia."This battle is different from the normal arena," he said."What do you mean? "At present, Tarram's arena is divided into two types. The stage, the strong martial arts of the elements as spectacles and the martial arts that really risk their lives to fight each other. There are two types. The nature of our fight this time is strong as spectacles. Of course, if you're caught off guard, you could really die.""Backstroke risking your life, they say, is banned to the public. It's exciting, but the truth is that you can't easily replenish a person who dies in a back fight. Because fewer countries now take ostensibly and slavery.Rich people bet on strong fighters again, but some people fund them to train them. They say a lot of people are afraid they'll be paas overnight. "Alphilis nodded at Lisa's explanation."That's why the elements of the spectacle are strong this time. Because you wouldn't want to leave us and the roots of the scourge that offered the protector of Tarram. And in the meantime, I looked into their appearances in advance. This time with two women and two men. When you become a female fighter and a strong fighter for the table, only a limited number of people compete.And given our full force of women, you're a man fighter and you want a winning star. As a result of thinking about playing in the arena until yesterday, and roughly narrowing down and exploring who comes out, the opponent knows beforehand. I'm going to teach you how to win. Whoever was called by name, lend me your ear. ""Am I good, Alphilis?""The line won't show up this time. It seems better."Alphilis had softly slapped those who were about to compete. As the arena flourished with a beforehand spectacle, the factions of the Alphilis were quiet to the point of anomaly."Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting! Now we have the biggest spectacle of the day! Surrounded by a staircased audience, the moderator waves a hot valve at the center of the circular arena. The audience's exuberance was culminating and he was in tune like a ground howl with his feet. The moderator's tone becomes even more feverish so that he can get on them."What's the biggest spectacle of the day! With the mightiest warriors who defend Tarram, this symbol of pleasure and decadence! This is the battle of the fools who have offered to engage them! Now, who's going to win?"We're the bad guys, aren't we?"Fair enough. Aren't you looking forward to how quiet it will be when you pour cold water on them with all this excitement? "That's a terrible statement. But there are those who are thriving together and those who are already blue? An extremely calm Seite offered Emerald and Elsia with his chin. I see, Emerald was poking his fist into heaven with the audience as the host uplifted. And Elsia is getting gagged and blue beside it. Where does the usual strong expression and attitude go and is the heart twice as fast as usual for Lisa to sense? Even with Gail's jealousy and consolation voice-over, his voice just passed vain from left ear to right ear, and nothing seemed to work.Lisa, who had just caught sight of her, tried to speak up, but Alphilis withheld it."Isn't that just tough in this way? "I don't expect a winning star, I'm going to give it a shot. Instead, if you're ashamed of yourself here, you might stop holding your sword badly.""Isn't Elsia talented? That's what you and Rosetta said.""Even if you're talented, there's no point in you dying on the battlefield. How long do you think those who hold the sword will stay on the battlefield and survive? Average age of mercenaries currently active in the Alliance, you know? "... no""They say they're in their early 20s. Hooray if you can retire with your clumped gold in your hands. It will depend on the work you undertake, but many retire or die from physical or mental disturbances. There's so much talk of a mercenary dying who's been called a genius that you throw up and throw it away, right? "That's best of you. But oddly enough, aren't you nice to Elsia? "Kind of."Actually, the way Elsia and Gail are treated is largely due to their contracts with layers. Layers offer to distribute the accumulated reward to both of them when they die by taking on dirty work. Also, depending on Gail and Elsia's intentions, it was Layer's hope that Gail, the man, would not want Elsia to be on the battlefield as much as possible, anyway. What Layer offered Alphilis was for the two of them to look for a way to live off the battlefield. To that end, he asked Alphilis to do what he could to show the possibilities.But knowing such their hearts or not, Gail preferred to wave his sword, and other things tended to skip. Elsia has also recently started to study seriously, but they all seemed to be the basics of fighting. These circumstances were headache seeds as an alphilis, leaving it up to Rosetta about Gayle, but she wondered if Elsia would try to give her rough treatment.And dare Alphilis ignore Elsia and talk to Emerald. The emerald wore a robe softly from his head, his eyes shining, and he looked at the arena.Continued
