I Was Once a Legend

When Mr. Mo arrived in the ancient Romanesque round arena, a game had just begun. The owner of the arena, Moore, heard the news of his arrival and came to greet him.

This old man has not changed much compared with many years ago, but the old man with a red beard has become more white. He yelled and said, "What wind is blowing you today?"

Mr. Mo has long been accustomed to attacking each other, ignoring this yin and yang strangeness, he walked straight towards the best position in the center of the viewing seat, and sat on another chair empty next to Moore, elegantly left The leg is raised to the right leg, and the regular trousers of the trousers are slightly upwards, exposing the edge of the black socks, just covering the ankle.

The waiter on the side immediately poured tea. Moore's **** dog was lying lazy on the side. When they saw the two coming, they immediately stood up vigilantly, staring at the Kelberus who stole its name.

Corberus took Mr. Mo's cane and stood silently and straight behind him. In the arena, two men were facing each other with axe and machete. People in the audience made urging sounds from time to time, full of brutal and **** noise.

Compared with the casinos, the cultural level of this world is almost heaven and earth. Except for aristocrats and a few wealthy businessmen, the vast majority of civilians do not have the right and opportunity to receive education, let alone slaves whose status is not different from that of livestock. Kelberus, who has experienced two lives in person, has the most say. When he was a slave, he didn't even have a name.

"What time is this?" Mr. Mo picked up a golden silk porcelain cup and sipped the steaming tea slightly. This kind of tea is a specialty of this world. He only had the opportunity to taste it when he visited Moore. Some.

"Today's third game." Moore also re-seat, cheering, the two men on the field have already joined the short soldiers.

Moore opened a arena and collected tickets to obtain huge profits. In the absence of other entertainment, civilians can only come here to seek stimulation. At the same time, nobles will also choose slaves from Moore. The more brave warriors sell the price The more expensive the amount, Moore relied on the arena and became a giant.

When Mr. Mo bought Kelberus, who had a 16-game winning streak, he paid a lot of money.

Once again coming to the arena where blood had been spilled, Kelberus looked at the round ground below, and the fists on his side could not help but clenched. A few years ago, it was him who stood in the field and fought with other people and even various monsters for life and death. If it was not the owner who took him away that year, he might have died in it and became a beast in the stomach?

The waves of cheering were higher than the waves, and the axe cut the opponent's shoulder. At the same time, the scimitar also scraped off a large piece of skin around his waist, and blood rushed out instantly, and an excited scream broke out. Körberos lowered his eyes and stared at the ground in front of the toe of the shoe. The wounds that had healed all over his body seemed to be painful again.

Mr. Mo didn't have much to look at the wrestling. He was drinking tea leisurely, looking at the corner of the wrestling field-there was a row of cages over there, and the slaves who were about to take part in the wrestling would be locked in before they started.

The first time he noticed Kelberus, the slave who had won fifteen victories was covered with wounds and leaned against the cage wall, motionless as if he were dead.

However, when he was forcibly pulled out, the Persian machete still cut his opponent's head neatly in the sixteenth fight.

The blood of himself and his opponent almost stained his whole body. In the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, the referee announced the merits of his sixteen consecutive victories. Those who dragged him out came to drag him again. Back to the cage. The slave with dark honey eyes looked to the sky above his head. Blood ran from his brow bone, sturdy and murderous, and almost dripped into his eyes, but he did not blink.

A bird flew across the circled sky, and its spread wings were like steel blades, breaking through the sky.

At that moment, Mr. Mo loosened his cheeks and sat up a little bit, just because he had a lot of money for opening the game, the ecstatic old Mur said: "I want that slave."

"Do you want him?" Moore thought he had heard it wrong. This man came to him to watch the show all day long, and he never wanted a person. How could this be...

"Well, it's him. You can open the price casually. I want to live." Mr. Mo stared at the man dragged by two people on the field, and a red trace appeared on the ground. He still opened his eyes and held the scimitar. His hand tightened quietly.

Even if he was seriously injured, he still hasn't let go of his weapon and is always ready-

The messenger finally brought the conversation, and the two who dragged him looked at each other, let go of their hands, and allowed the man to stand up again. They did not know that they recovered their lives.

It took the man a little time to barely climb up from the ground. Soon afterwards, Mr. Mo could finally observe the slave kneeling at his feet at close range.

He gave him the name of a dog, a watchdog for hell.

The cheers finally reached the peak. The man with the axe almost split the opponent in half. The referee announced the victory. Someone immediately went up and dragged the loser who had not fully swallowed, and threw him into the cage holding the beast.

Mr. Mo sighed, put down the teacup, and said to Kelberus: "How do you feel?"

"..." Corberus couldn't help tightening in his throat, whispering, "No feeling."

Moore finally couldn't help but ask, "What the **** are you doing here?"

"Nothing else, is to come over and strengthen the lower aisle. After all, business matters." Mr. Mo stood up and a black door appeared out of thin air behind him. The fluctuation of space energy was heart-wrenching.

"Let's go." He didn't look at anyone again, only said, "Remember to bring me some tea next time you come to me."

When Mr. Mo's figure disappeared into the door, Kelberus couldn't hold back, and finally looked at the wrestling field that had sucked his sweat and blood under his eyes before he followed him.

"Speaking and walking, it's really enough for you." Moore complained, but he didn't dare to say anything.

This man named Mr. Mo has almost magical abilities. As long as he has been to the world, the world where the casino is located can be connected to it, so that people in this world can also go to the casino. It is in this way that Mr. Mo has expanded the casino business to the horrible scale of today in just a few years.

In the same way, such a channel has brought a lot of business to Moore’s arena, and there is a mutually beneficial and win-win relationship between them.

After a brief flash of sight, the foreground gradually stabilized. This is a place similar to a basement, with spiral stairs descending. Mr. Mo looked back and saw that Kelberus had arrived, so he took a step and walked down.

Körberos kept up again, and the trust in Mr. Mo made him not ask where he was going. The sight of the gladiator still gave him a lot of emotions. On that day, the master gave him a name, but until now, He didn't even know what his master was called.

So he asked, "Master, can you tell me your name?"

This question was asked once when he first became the master. The master gave him the same answer as now, but the tone is completely different now:

"The name is not important."

Mr. Mo paused and said, "Why are you so attached to this question?"

"I want to know all about you."

Mr. Mo chuckled, looked down at the steps under his feet, and said, "You know me now, you have reached the point where you no longer need to know the name?"

The two of them walked to the end of the staircase. A wall was blocked there as expected by Kelberus.

Mr. Mo walked straight over. His body passed through the wall. Korberus saw it, followed without hesitation, and passed through the wall as well.

The key-shaped pendant gleamed lavenderly in the place covered by the clothes on his chest, which was not noticed by anyone.

At the other end of the wall is a square room. The room is completely closed and has no air vents. On the opposite wall, a person is being shackled on the wall in a very painful posture. He lowered his head and could not see his face. The whole person appeared strangely weak, but Kelberus still felt a bit familiar.

"I haven't seen you for a while, how does it feel?" Mr. Mo walked over and stopped a meter away from the man, using his cane to lift the chin of the man.

The man was forced to raise his head, and Corberus recognized him—the supervisor who had been trusted by the owner in the casino.

Soon after he became the master, this person disappeared evaporatively, and never appeared again. It has been carefully counted for three years. I did not expect to see it again in this dungeon room today.

The former supervisor was very weak. For some reason, his eyes became white, and when he stared at a certain direction, it was terrifying.

He pulled out a strange smile and made a sulking voice: "Don't do useless struggles..."

"Corpelos." Mr. Mo lowered his cane, and with it the head that the supervisor was unable to support on his own, "Come."

Kelberus walked behind Mr. Mo, and the young man took his hand and pressed it on the head of the supervisor.

The supervisor shivered in pain, as if Kelberus, who had not begun to use force, had already exploded his head.

"When you first wanted to devour me, you certainly didn't expect such a day, worm mystery?"

The youth's tone was unprecedented, and a faint purple light overflowed from his hands, wrapping Kelberus' palms. When the light touched the supervisor, the man howled. The sound almost transcended the physical meaning and hit the soul directly, the pain in it made people just want to tremble with it.

An indescribable energy swallowed into the palm of Kelberus, and then went through the whole body, unexpectedly soft and warm, as if the entire soul was soaked in the hot spring pool, eliminating all the fatigue.

The figure of the director suddenly became translucent, Kelberus couldn't help but open his eyes, the energy was still entering his body, the director became more and more transparent, and even the sound could not be made, and in the end it was almost thin like a piece of paper .

When the figure of the director completely disappeared in front of him, the continuous energy also disappeared, and Kelberus suddenly realized that it was a person's soul, and now, he has been completely absorbed by himself.

He turned his head sharply to see Mr. Mo next to him. The young man let out a tired breath and let go of his hand, slightly tired.

A thought of horror suddenly appeared in Körberos's heart. He grabbed the hand of the young man who had not yet fallen completely, and felt the coldness unexpectedly.

He was almost speechless: "...this was originally prepared by the master for yourself, isn't it?"

Mr. Mo earned a little light, and did not let the man let go, so he no longer resisted. He looked up at Kelberus: "Yes, this is the nutrient that I have been supporting for three years, now I will take it It’s all for you, because you will need it more than I do.”

"I only ask you to remember one thing." The young man stared at those dark honey eyes and said softly:

"No matter what happens, as long as it is alive, there is hope."

The author has something to say: the theme of the copy of this volume was originally to recycle Fu Zhe’s fragments, and some foreshadowing and things need to be explained, so the fragments and Cole will now occupy some of the main scenes, which are in these two chapters, More of the following is still part of our protagonist group! I hope you don’t think it will be indiscriminate~

There is also the end of the final exam, too busy with time code words, this article was written from May 14 to the present, a total of 870,000 words, more than six months have never been broken, but this record is estimated to be unable to continue Well, after all, as a student, it is more important to study.

I will try my best when it can be updated. If it is not updated at six o'clock in the morning, it will not be changed today. I hope you will understand.

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