Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 647 70

Red Blood Pigeon naturally didn't know the huge whirlpool he had stirred up invisibly.

At this time, he was immersed in the temporary confusion after gaining fame and fortune.

Before entering the arena, Red's thoughts were very simple. His only need was to obtain a bounty and purchase enough medicinal materials to extend his mother's life.

When the battle was over, he never imagined that of all the results of this victory, the "bounty" was only the most insignificant part of it.

The fame and fortune that came with the title of "Champion Killer" was like a mountain of gold falling from the sky, hitting him hard.

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Red shook his head slightly and drank the third glass of red wine in his hand.

If I remember correctly, this should be the third group of wealthy businessmen to invite him to the banquet tonight. With drunken eyes, he looked at the group of young and beautiful Roman girls around him.

He knew that as long as he nodded, he could have as many bed partners as he wanted tonight.

But he didn't feel too excited.

Because similar scenes have appeared repeatedly at least four times.

How did he enter this mansion, and which wealthy businessman pulled him here.

I can't remember it at all at this point.

By beheading Ince Zendaya in front of 10,000 spectators in the Colosseum, Red did cause many nobles to lose a large sum of gold and silver. The first warm-up game had completely ruined the mood of the citizens for subsequent viewings, so much so that it was unprecedented in the Colosseum that half of the audience had left the venue before the finale players left the factory.

Some people are frustrated, and others are bound to be proud.

Every year before the Colosseum opens, there must be some gamblers who, with the mentality of getting rich overnight, will bet specifically on the unpopular players that no one cares about.

If they lose, it doesn't matter to them. There is a dead end on either side. There is not much difference between being a starved ghost and a stuffed ghost in the Roman worldview.

If you think about it carefully, being able to spend all the gold and silver you have before death is a blessing in life.

However, if Clotho, the god of fate, smiles at them, a golden mountain will fall from the sky.

The average odds of the unpopular players are between 50 times and 80 times. Throwing 100 gold coins into the casino will turn into a gold mountain in a few dozen minutes.

This is a huge amount of wealth that is difficult for ordinary businessmen to accumulate in their lifetime.

In order to attract more citizens to enter the casino, casino owners will deliberately pile gold coins like small mountains at the entrance. Roman citizens would see a real scene that was much more exaggerated than the drama at the entrance of the casino.

The woman who abandoned her family cried and knelt down in front of the gold coins. While begging her husband to forgive her for being confused, she looked greedily at the gold coins around her.

The debt collector led his thugs to ambush around the area, using linen robes to cover up the short sticks fastened to his waist, ready to take them back with interest at any time.

Of course, it is inevitable that the whole family will show up together, like hungry hyenas on the grassland, each trying to divide more of the property.

After winning the game, Red received the winner's medal given by Michael III and a bonus of 300 dinars. However, before leaving the Colosseum, the fanatical victors had already swarmed in and surrounded him.

They grabbed Red's hands and feet, lifted him high above their heads, and enthusiastically called him champion, God of Wealth, and even savior.

From the main entrance of the Colosseum, Red was pulled directly into the mansion to drink wine. The winners, strangers to each other, toasted together and enjoyed the unspeakable wonderful feeling of winning a huge gamble.

After three glasses of wine, strangers have become the closest friends.

Today they have only one name - victors.

Before entering the arena, no one in the city knew Red's name.

However, after just one morning, he immediately became the target of nobles, wealthy businessmen, and everyone tried to make friends with him.

Drinking glass after glass of fine wine, young Red gradually understood that the 300 dinar gold coins rewarded by the king who lived a prosperous life was the smallest of all the benefits after he won the championship.

A 15-year-old champion killer means endless possibilities in the future.

His chaotic brain could not remember everything that happened tonight, but he vaguely remembered that a noble offered 500 gold coins a year, plus servants in the mansion, just to make Red his champion.

The only thing that needs to be done every year is to enter the arena to complete the gladiatorial fight in the name of a noble retainer, and that's it.

500 gold coins a year, this income is 10 times that of the Sheriff, but this is only the first offer.

During one drinking party after another, countless olive branches were thrown to him. Some people want him to be their bodyguard, and his daily task is just to accompany the noble master on his travels and make him look good.

A wealthy businessman wanted him to join the eastbound caravan, promising that as long as he completed the journey, 10% of the caravan's profits would belong to him.

These are relatively reasonable requirements.

There are many exaggerations.

Red clearly remembers a majestic-looking old Roman man who invested 800 dinars in gold coins just so that Red could sleep with his concubine for a few nights until the concubine became pregnant and could give birth to a strong heir. .

15-year-old Reid was surprised when he heard this suggestion, but he gradually came to terms with it.

This may have something to do with the inheritance of rights in large families.

This is not the most exaggerated,

The most exaggerated offer came from a high-ranking member of the senate in the city. Within the Senate, Maxima Crassus and her followers were the senator's mortal enemies.

He was willing to pay a price of 1,000 dinars of gold coins per year, and only asked Red to stand in front of Crassus's mansion and wander around every day, never forgetting to remind the old Crassus that his beloved general died at the hands of this street rogue.

"Haha, these rich people live completely different lives than we do."

After drinking the last glass of wine in his hand, Reid had completely lost the idea of ​​continuing to hang out with this group of nobles. I counted the gold coins on my body and found that the 300 kilograms of gold given by the king were still there, and I didn’t know when I had an extra thirty or fifty gold coins in my pocket.

He couldn't remember exactly where these gold coins came from.

Pushing away the Roman girl leaning on his chest, Red patted his butt and was about to leave when two thick and tall figures suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Masters, I thank you for your kindness."

"But I have said it many times, Lord Punic and I have signed a three-fight agreement. I still have two tough battles to fight.

Even if I want to earn your money, I still have to see if I can survive the two subsequent battles, so I won't bother you to talk about it now. I'm really sorry. "

He had said the same thing so many times tonight that even when he was half drunk and half awake, he could say it without thinking in unskilled Latin.

Roman citizens, who built their kingdom on maritime commerce, attached great importance to contracts, and almost everyone would retreat immediately after hearing this.

But the two strong men, who were as tall as iron towers, did not take a step back.

This was the first time that Reid saw a man taller than himself in Constantinople.

Looking up at the slightly older faces in the two chapters, what caught my eye was the same angular chin and sharp eyes as my own.

And that straight long hair that is as brilliant as gold.