Assassin’s Chronicle

The first thirty-one chapter meets again

Perhaps the civilization process of this world is full of blood, perhaps personal strength can play a decisive role at all levels. In addition to the general entertainment facilities such as dogs and horses, almost every city has a boxing ring and the like. The facilities are far more cruel than the black market boxing that Anfei has seen.

The last game was over. Four human slaves were torn into pieces by a werewolf. The boxing was full of blood everywhere. The internal organs of the human body were scattered in every corner of the boxing ring, and there were more than men watching the fight. There are women, they are all excited and cheering for the scene of **** scenes. If it weren’t for Black Eleven and Chris, they would almost suspect that they were attending a party hosted by vampires.

Killing is not a kind of enjoyment, but a means of protecting oneself. Affy always thinks so. Although resentful, Anfei can understand those crazy people. I think that when the Roman battlefield was just built, the enthusiasm of those citizens watching the fighting will not be worse than here!

Being good at understanding others is a strength of Anfei. Under normal circumstances, grotesque behavior can find specific reasons. He will not be surprised by anything. This strength can make him more realistically understand other people's psychological activities, including enemy.

"Is there anything else... somewhere in Sven?" An Fei frowned and asked, although he was a murderer, he had every reason for his actions, and he could never do it. I admire death from a pleasant angle, so he is somewhat resentful, not only against the boxing, but also against the atmosphere in this angel love hotel.

"Do you want to go to the theater?" Black eleven showed a strange smile.

"There are also theaters here? What do you use?"

“The place for the bards to perform.”

"Not bad." Anfei smiled and said: "If I lose my job in the future, I know where to go and eat."

"What? You want to be a bard?" Black eleven heard the sound of An Fei's string, and asked stunnedly, as long as he knew a little about Anfei. I will never think that Anfei will go to the troubadour!

"I have the potential to be a bard, because I have a lot of stories here." Anfei smiled and pointed to his head: "La Traviata, Faust, Madame Butterfly, Carmen, Romeo and Juliet, I can guarantee Every story will become a classic!"

"I think you have the potential to brag." Black eleven will believe in An Fei's words.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the field suddenly became fanatical. Many men and women stood up from their seats. Some guests threw the bottles on the ground and some overturned the table. There was a place on the table, and there was a maid who threw away the work in her hand, jumping and screaming in the same place. Gradually, the sounds came together: "Caturu, Katulu, Katulu..."

"What is Katuru?"

"It's a horrible monster." Black eleven smiled and said: "Wait a minute, you will know."

A huge magical lantern was flashed over the boxing ring, indicating that the Angel Love Hotel opened only three major performances a year, and the curtains on the left and right sides were picked up, and the players of the main event appeared.

Look at this direction from Anfei. From the left side of the boxing ring, it is a werewolf with a height of more than two meters and a small body with a golden glory. Compared with the werewolf that An Fei has seen, the difference between hair and height is very large. The ordinary werewolf is only tall. One meter eight or nine, the hair is mostly gray, brown, black. And this external difference is not the most noticeable. Ordinary werewolves are violent and cruel. They are always eager to try in the process of going to the boxing ring, and even try to attack their own guards. An Fei saw that the werewolf was very calm. In fact, the werewolf did not need to do any action. Just looking at the pupil that was smaller than the soybean, you could feel the cruelty that penetrated into the bone.

Three women came out from the other side of the curtain. It was a female elf who walked in the middle with a gold crown. On both sides of the elf were two human female swordsmen. The eyes of the three women are full of desperation, and Anfei can even see that they are shaking.

The escorts of the two groups of players are also very different, although the players are carrying banned bracelets, but behind the werewolves. There is actually a high-level magician and two intermediate-level magisters. And behind the three women, there are only two low-level swordsmen.

You don't have to wait until both sides get started. Just look at these, Anfei has understood that the three women are not opponents of the werewolf! What does this kind of gladiator mean?

The players all went to the boxing ring, the high-level magician and assistants began to set up the magic circle, then a swordsman went into the boxing to check the forbidden magic bracelet on the werewolf, then turned and opened the three women to ban The magic bracelet, finally came back and pulled off the werewolf apron, let him stand naked on the boxing ring.

The guests made a deafening shout and scream: "Don't kill them, kill them!!"

The elf has opened his longbow, and the arrow points to the opposite werewolf, and the two female swordsmen have also taken out the sword, waiting for it, although the werewolves still carry the banned bracelet, and they can fight with all their strength. But they still have no momentum, and the despair in their eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

"This is what you mean by the high-ranking people? Is this what you said that ordinary people are not qualified to appreciate?" An Fei said without sarcasm.

"Anfei, let's go back." Chris has long been sitting on a needle felt.

"In order to bring you here, I have spent a lot of effort." Black eleven smiled: "You don't see them crazy now. After going out of this hall, they will become more polite than seeing them. See you." When you come to the generous charity, you will cry for the misfortunes of others, and you will be flying. This is just a performance! There will be such performances in every city. You can’t manage so much, and you don’t have the right to manage them. Many nobles and nobles I like to watch this."

"The market can decide everything, I know this." An Fei smiled and stood up: "I can't control others, but I can manage my eyes. No one can force me to stay here?"

"Finally found someone who has a common language with me." A crisp voice rang behind Anfei: "The air here is full of ugliness and jealousy. This gentleman... Hey? We seem to have seen it?" ”

An Fei slowly turned around and smiled. "This lady, we met outside the city of Baishan City. I was impulsive and offended you."

"Do you remember me?" Henna showed a smile.

"Your beauty is unforgettable, maybe I will forget my hometown, but I will not forget you."

"You really can talk." Hena looked at Black Eleven and Chris: "Don't introduce your friend?"

"Hello, madam, my name is Chris." Chris stood up politely.

Black eleven also followed up and stood up: "Hello. My name is Amon."

"It's nice to meet you." Henna nodded. "My name is Henna."

At this time, the corner fight on the boxing ring has already begun. The elf and the two female swordsmen are huddled together and guarded in the corner of the boxing ring. They resist the attack of the werewolf. Wearing a banned bracelet can cause great inconvenience. , a short contact. The werewolf has suffered two minor injuries, and the three women are still intact, but the initiative is still firmly held by the werewolf.

"Your name? Is it confidential?" Henna smiled at Anfei.

"My name is An Fei, Henna? Your name is as attractive as your appearance." Anfei laughed.

"Look at what you said." Henna gently covered her little mouth with her hand: "I have something to do today. I will not bother you. I will ask three people to come to my house next day. I hope you will not refuse." ”

"That is my honor." An Fei nodded.

"Right, where do you live now?"

"Tuna Hotel."

"Hona." An old man in the distance who was fifty years old called out.

"Sorry, I am leaving." Henna showed a smile that was moving enough, and then slowly retired two steps.

"You please."

When the figure of Henna had already walked to the old man, Black eleven frowned and asked: "An Fei, what does the woman do?"

"Who knows. Looks like I want to be with us."

"Not with us, it is with you." Chris smiled and said: "She has always been on your sight, can't you see it?"

"It's an idiot!" Black eleven commented. Although he did not have a long time to contact Anfei, he also learned something. Anfei is very different from ordinary young people and will not be shaken for any female color. The beauty of Niya and Susanna is well-recognized, and Anfei is indifferent, even when she is teasing with Susanna. He can also see a calmness in the eyes of An Fei. Even Susanna and Niya can't attract Anfei. That Henna is even more impossible, not to mention that An Fei knows the life of Hannah's past debauchery. It is just a joke to want to use the female color to approach Anfei.

The situation on the boxing suddenly changed. The werewolf seized the opportunity to drag a female swordsman out of the defensive circle, but the other two women knew the truth of the cold, and rushed to save the female swordsman.

An Fei looked at the boxing ring. The werewolf was still very calm. The three women were beginning to gasp. He shook his head. "Let's go."