Infinite Sims

Inside a restaurant with a simple yet elegant decor.

Several men in suits and leather collars and top hats were chatting about the upcoming Rose Fighting Tournament in the afternoon.

"It's finally here, those gladiatorial fights ahead are too boring."

"I don't think so. Today, I'll get into four with eight, and tomorrow, I'll get into two with four. Only the day after tomorrow, can I see the truly wonderful wrestling."

"Yeah, this is a different Rose Competition than before."

"Whoever of you has extra final tickets, sell them now, and you can make a small profit."

"How high can it be? Five times or ten times?"

"Then you underestimate the Qiangwei Dabi too much. It's not five times or ten times, but a full thirty times!"

"My God, this is enough for me to buy tickets for the Rose Arena for a whole year."

"Who made this Rose Dabi?"

A few people were chatting happily when they found a young man standing beside them.

For this kind of ungentlemanly behavior, some of them immediately wanted to reprimand, but they stopped the moment they saw the clothes of the visitor.

Although the style of the visitor's suit looked no different from theirs, the subtle color difference reflected in the sunlight gave people a more advanced, low-key and luxurious feeling.

In other words.

This suit was worth ten of their suits, and the person who could wear it was obviously not someone they could offend.

"Good morning, gentlemen."

The young man took off his top hat, put it on his chest and bowed politely.

"good morning."

Several people hurriedly got up to return the salute.

The young man said: "I am a tourist who has traveled all over the world. I happened to come to this city today. Now I have many questions in my mind. I wonder if anyone can help me?"

"Of course, we'd love to."

Several people looked at each other and said with a smile.

After chatting happily for half an hour, the young man bid farewell and left. He quietly helped them settle the meal bill, then left the restaurant and stepped into a simple carriage parked not far away.

An old man with white hair and childlike face sat in the carriage.

With his head lowered slightly, he was flipping through a book called "The Great Virgin", which is a philosophical book that has recently been circulated among the upper-class nobles of the Kingdom of Hope.

"Sir, I have already collected the information you want."

The young man entered the carriage and said respectfully to the old man.

The old man Leif closed the book in his hand and put it aside, with a gentle smile on his face: "Bolius, sit down and talk."

"Okay, sir."

Bolius sat down, and summarized the information he had collected from the few people in the restaurant, and then told them one by one.

When he finished speaking, his mouth was dry.

"The Rose Competition, an event that determines the ownership of the arena, seems very interesting."

Leif smiled and said, "Especially one of them is a twelve-year-old boy, Bolius, are you sure you heard the age correctly?"

Bolius said seriously: "Yes, sir, I asked once specifically."

"They won't arrive until the day after tomorrow. In these three days, let's take a look at this game that the whole city is watching."

Leif said, and added: "Tickets require ordinary seats. I don't want to reveal my whereabouts and cause any accidents."

"As you wish, sir."

Bolius got out of the carriage, quickly mixed into the crowd and disappeared.

afternoon.

There was still half an hour before the start of the match, and many people had already arrived at the Rose Arena ahead of schedule.

You know, during the Rose Angle Competition, all other gladiatorial fights were stopped, which meant that they had to sit here for half an hour, just to watch the four wrestling fights.

Leif and Bolius also came to the arena early.

The lively atmosphere around them made the two of them feel that the atmosphere of the event was different from other cities, but similar to some huge statutory festivals.

"Sir, today is eight to four. There are four wrestling fights in total, and the wrestling that Shi Yong participated in is placed in the penultimate one."

Bolius reported the information he had investigated.

Leif nodded slightly, and then cast his gaze to the center of the empty arena, with an inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "I hope you can give me a surprise, time is running out."

In the warm cheers.

The voice of the commentary appeared, and after the impassioned speech, the first gladiatorial battle officially started.

"It's finally started, and I don't know how long it will take to reach me."

In one of the VIP rooms on the stands, Jiang Ren's back was almost buried on the single sofa, and he kept taking out amethyst fruit similar to grapes from the fruit plate beside him and putting them into his mouth, enjoying the moment of peace and harmony. Cozy.

Just swallowed an amethyst fruit.

Just as he was about to reach out to take it, he saw two white, tender and slender fingers pinch one and stretched it out to his mouth.

Jiang Ren was not polite either, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

"Your wrestling is about to start, aren't you nervous?"

Vivienne sat sideways on the armrest of the sofa, some parts were less than half a fist away from Jiang Ren, her white and flawless hands thoughtfully picked up the amethyst fruit, and fed him one by one.

"Can nervousness make me stronger?"

Jiang Ren did not answer, but issued a rhetorical question.

Vivian glanced at him angrily, and roughly stuffed an amethyst fruit into his mouth: "Don't you want to improve yourself before the gladiatorial fight begins?"

"That's pointless."

Jiang Ren stretched, then opened his mouth to signal Vivian not to stop feeding.

Cramming is not suitable for everyone, especially for some people who have worked hard enough and reached their limits.

Not only does this not do much, but it may bring the state down.

"What an unlovable little brother."

Vivienne stretched out a finger and poked Jiang Ren's cheek angrily, but the other hand still didn't stop feeding him.

Jiang Ren didn't care about this action, or he was used to it.

From the opening speech of the commentary, to the introduction of the contestants on both sides, to the official start of the wrestling, to the enhancement of the atmosphere, until the winner of the wrestling.

It took a full hour and a half before the second gladiatorial fight came to an end.

"I go first."

Seeing that the wrestling fight was about to be decided, Jiang Ren got up from the sofa, greeted Vivienne, and left the VIP room.

In the room, only Vivienne and Silvia were left.

"Miss, can we really win the day after tomorrow?"

Sylvia looked at the re-closed door, a trace of worry couldn't help appearing on her face.

Vivienne said with a faint smile, "We will lose."

"It's good to win..."

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, but just as she was about to nod, she suddenly froze, staring blankly at her own lady: "Miss, did I hear wrong just now?"

Vivienne walked to the viewing window with good light transmission and said, "You heard me right, we will lose."

"why?"

Sylvia felt a little confused in her head.

Vivian explained: "Although my little brother's spirit summoning is good, at most he will become the second person in our arena. He is still a level behind Junichiro Sato, who is the first person, and it is impossible to win."

Silvia immediately became anxious: "But if you will lose, then why did you agree to the bet?"

"The gladiatorial fight will be lost, but the victory is always in my hands."

Vivian turned around and rubbed the fluffy hair on Sylvia's head.

Hearing this, Xiluvia finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she still couldn't help asking: "But, why did you ask that little brat... Shi Yong to participate in the competition?"

"In order to hold Eric back and prevent him from detecting abnormalities in advance and doing irrational things."

Vivienne stretched out her arms to hug Xiluweiya, and sat on Jiang Ren's single sofa just now. Under her sweet and charming smile, she hid her deep guard against others.

Sylvia nodded half-understanding.

Although she didn't know how her young lady would win, she knew that young lady would not deceive herself in this regard.

It's just that for some reason, there was a trace of sympathy for that little kid in my heart.

...

"Let us congratulate the four players who won today, they are—"

"Adrian! Yuno! Shi Yong! Junichiro Sato!"

"They will start a two-two duel at the same time tomorrow, and finally determine the two places that will advance to the finals the day after tomorrow!"

...

"Let us congratulate the two contestants who won today—"

"Shi Yong! Junichiro Sato!"

"Stay tuned for tomorrow's finals, this will be the most exciting gladiatorial fight we have held for decades! No one!"

...

The time came to the afternoon of the third day.

Many people solved their physical problems early and came to the arena in advance, just to watch the finals better.

The Rose Competition has been hyped for more than ten days!

"I was thinking too much, how could a miracle be so easy to come across?"

In one of the seats in the general area of ​​the stands, Rafe sighed silently.

The twelve-year-old little gladiator's fighting talent and strength really surprised him, but that's all.

With his vision.

Through two consecutive gladiatorial fights, as well as the detailed records of the opponent's previous gladiatorial fights collected from some tabloids, it has been seen that the twin spirits of one person and one dog have an extremely limited upper limit.

Even though the spirit summoner's fighting talent is very strong, the upper limit of the spirit summoner is doomed to stop here for the rest of his life.

Leif looked at Bolius sitting beside him, and asked, "Bolius, who do you think will win this fight?"

Bolius was silent for a while: "Judging from the performance of the two, the outcome should be June 4th, or 73rd, and Sato Junichiro's winning rate is higher."

Compared to his guess, more spectators compared this match to an evenly matched gladiatorial fight.

"you are wrong."

Leif shook his head and said, "Shi Yong's winning rate is 00%, and Sato Junichiro's winning rate is 100%."

Bolius widened his eyes.

It wasn't because he didn't believe Leif's words, but because he believed it, he was surprised by this one-sided winning rate.

When the commentary sounded.

The stands, which were originally full of noisy voices, suddenly became much quieter.

After a long period of emotional discourse, the commentary finally started the battlefield of the random gladiator space when many people were about to become impatient.

The gladiatorial space flickered slightly.

A new battlefield appeared in front of everyone's eyes, which was a simple circular tabletop without any cover.

"Circular arena!"

The commentator shouted in surprise: "Holy Mother, it turned out to be the simplest and most common circular arena. This is not good for our hunter Shi Yong."

Compared with other battlefields, the circular arena is like the arena that should have been built in the center of the arena, and it is completely unexpected that it is in a special space.

Even the gladiators inside can easily observe the audience outside and hear their voices.

"Eric..."

Vivienne's face turned cold, knowing that Eric had done something wrong.

The disgust for the other party deepened in my heart, but I didn't feel worried about Jiang Ren. After all, this was just an ordinary gladiatorial fight. The summoner died, and the summoner was only weak for a while.

"The circular arena really respects me."

Standing in front of the light gate, Jiang Ren looked at the "random" battlefield inside, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Obviously the disadvantage lies with him, but Eric still made some tricks. Should it be said that this is prudence? Still hate yourself?

Wow!

Suddenly, the light door brightened.

Before Jiang Ren could react, his whole body was instantly engulfed by white light and disappeared into the room.