Son of the Olden Days

The appearance of Sol and others quickly attracted a lot of attention from the street.

At first the four were still a little confused, but Sol quickly realized that it should be because of Stant’s lizardman status and Diller’s halfling status. It seems that the imperial city of Byron Bian is not very accepting of foreign races. high.

"Do you need our help? If it's not very useful, why don't I and the dwarf go back first?" Stanter scanned the various gazes around him, there was no expression on his face, but his tone was a little uninterested.

"It's not that you have to get used to turning all your cold eyes into power. My condition in the monastery before was actually the same as it is now. It doesn't matter whether it is a human being or not." Sol waved his hand and tried to comfort him.

"What we care about is not those sights, just in case someone who is a little bored uses this as an excuse to cause unnecessary trouble." Diller added his hand and walked aside.

"So what does it matter? You are my partners and my brothers. If you drink and fight together, why not worry so much?" Sol was inexplicably angry and felt very uncomfortable.

Still the same sentence, sometimes when watching a friend suffer, it is actually myself who suffer more.

After walking for a while, those senseless sights became denser, and the atmosphere of the four was a little dull. Considering the mood of Stant and Diller, Saul sighed slightly and turned out four black robes, turning everyone into four hooded monsters.

After strolling around on the street, walking around, and then tasting local delicacies in a small restaurant, everyone's gloomy mood returned to normal.

"What are we going to do next?" Beth asked subconsciously.

In fact, people have discussed this topic countless times before it came, but there is no answer, and even if it has come to the destination now, this question is still in front of everyone.

Making money is not too complicated to say, but what is lacking in the territory right now is not a small amount of money, but a huge flow of funds. This invisibly increases the difficulty of this matter, and the methods that can be used naturally gradually shrink to almost nothing.

Sometimes it's not enough to dare to steal, but you need someone else to do it.

"Unexpectedly, but you don't have to be depressed. Let's go shopping first. This trip is mainly based on travel. Even if you return empty-handed in the end, it doesn't matter. I will think of a way at that time." Saul smiled and continued Encourage everyone's mood.

Walking on the brightly lit street, everyone in the team bowed their heads and fell into thinking, delusional to find a suitable way.

Thor's footsteps stopped suddenly.

There is a street lamp that can be seen everywhere. The base of this street lamp is buried in the ground. There is a straight light pole standing upright, and then making a bend at a place slightly higher than the head of everyone. The square grid lampshade at the top is emitting With dazzling light.

The lamppost has engraved inscriptions, which looks like a hanging tree, which has a kind of artistic beauty. The key is that Sol found that the lampshade is not burning with oil and wick, but a bunch of sources appear directly. Unidentified golden light.

This seems to be a magic street lamp, and Sol concludes,

Don't lift **** and tap on the lamppost, judging from the sound that it is made of metal, Thor circled the street lamp twice.

"You stand up and help me cover a little." Thor suddenly waved to the three Beths.

"What are you going to do?" Stant looked puzzled.

"Have you thought of a solution to the funds?" Beth was a little pleased.

Saul held up his fingers in a silent motion, then squatted down to observe for a moment.

Soon Sol found a small hollow gusset at the end of the lamp post. The gusset could obviously be opened, but at the moment there was a small keyhole on the gusset, indicating that the thing was locked now.

"Come on, Diller, now is your acting time." Sol pulled Diller to his side and pointed to the keyhole.

Diller curled his lips, obviously disdainful of such small scenes.

He crouched down and fiddled with the tool for a while, and soon the small gusset was opened and removed.

A small square space is exposed behind the gusset, with a small amount of dust and cobwebs inside, but the whole is still dry. The magic is that there is a small six-pointed star magic circle painted on the bottom of the space, and at the moment there is a semi-melted crystal in the center of the magic circle.

"Ah, magic crystal!" Beth's eyes suddenly lit up.

She had seen the magic crystal, but at the moment the magic crystal in the center of the magic circle was in a half-melted state, and it looked a little damaged.

"This should be the energy source of this street lamp. Tsk tsk, burn the magic crystal? The imperial city is the imperial city, it is a luxury!" Saul didn't expect that the energy of this magic lamp was magic crystal, and his tone was a little emotional.

"You mean we can pry all these street lights off? Steal the magic crystal energy inside to exchange money?" Beth, the little mushroom's divergent thinking came very violently, and instantly followed Saul's thoughts.

"No, this kind of damaged magic crystal is probably worthless. Moreover, the entire imperial city is estimated to have at least tens of thousands of such magic street lights. If the magic crystals in it are only short-term consumables, you can imagine how huge it is. Consumption."

"So I estimate that a magic crystal should be able to support a street lamp and continue to illuminate for one to three years." Sol concluded.

The three companions nodded in agreement, but were a little confused, because although Sol's analysis was somewhat reasonable, it seemed to have little to do with the purpose of their trip.

"No, what do you mean?" Diller couldn't help asking.

"It's not interesting, I just suddenly thought this street light was good. If we stole it back, how about erecting it in the territory? According to the judgment, it will be no problem to light these street lights for a year or two." Sol alone lit there. head.

"Stealing the street light? Your situation is really...." Stanter was a little speechless.

"The **** pattern, no matter how big the pattern is, requires bits and pieces to accumulate. Compared to those daydreamers who can only move their mouths but not hands, I think I am a pragmatist. Besides, as long as the leaders can live better, I will be despicable. What does it matter if it is unbearable?" Saul said with a smile.

"It's decided, we'll do it in the middle of the night. Let's steal a few rows of street lights before talking." Sol snapped his fingers.

Everyone continued to walk on the street, and was a little bit dumbfounded at Sol's whimsy. Forget it, he was happy.

"You are all happy, at least we won't go home empty-handed now. Isn't this worth celebrating?" Sol continued to encourage his friends, everyone could only let out a weak voice.

Soon a few people left the streets of the outer city and came to the inner city. The traffic on the street became more and more crowded. A huge circular building attracted Saul's attention, because the crowds gathered there at the moment were too dense to describe.

"Go, go and see." Sol shook his head at his friends, and several people squeezed past with curiosity.

When I approached Sol, I realized that people were queuing in orderly and had to buy tickets.

I just grabbed a local person and asked about it, only to know that this is the Imperial Capital Arena.

Every year there will be wonderful events here. Knights from all walks of life who pride themselves on their strength gather here to sign up for the event to show their heroism. It is said that in addition to the glory and certain wealth rewards, the winner also has the opportunity to join the Palace Knights.

Right now, just after the beginning of winter and spring, Sol came by coincidence, and the arena is preparing for this year's preliminary knockout.

Sol thought for a while, turned around and bought four tickets.

Not expensive, only three copper coins, which is the price of a piece of rye bread.

But it is said that because this is only the preliminary knockout, it can't be said to be so exciting. In the future, there will be fewer and fewer participants after the competition, and after the competition has gradually become high-end, the scene will be more lively and tickets will become more and more expensive.

After the four of Sol entered the arena in an orderly manner with the lively crowd, they found a seat in the civilian area and sat down.

The entire open-air arena has a large space, surrounded by a circle of rounded seats that are raised level by level, and a large circular open space is reserved in the center of the field below, which is obviously a battlefield for the contestants to show their skills. .

Judging from the audience's capacity, this arena can obviously accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time.

Sol is not unfamiliar with places like the arena, although he is only seeing him for the first time at the moment, but there are many records in books.

In fact, there have been relevant records of the arena in the long history of the mainland. In different times, this place has different names, such as the Colosseum, the arena, the duel arena, the arena, or the current arena.

As the following two guys in knight costumes came to stand relative to each other, the voices of the surrounding crowd began to rise. Obviously, this kind of activity has great appeal among the folks on Byron Bian's side.

The people around were talking enthusiastically, some of them were carrying wine jars, and some of them were carrying chicken drumsticks with excitement and joy on their faces. Although it is only the preliminary knockout, their topic has begun to predict who is the most likely winner this year.

Sol quietly took out some snacks and handed them to Stanter, who also fed Beth as he ate them.

Beth is obviously also a little excited, but her excitement should be affected by the lively environment, rather than how much interest in the game itself. After all, the noise here is so loud, it is almost impossible to have a good conversation without getting close to each other and shouting loudly.

In a short while, the following contestants have already rotated several pairs, and obviously the preliminary knockouts have a fast pace.

"Damn! Trash! I lost another one!" When one of the following contestants decided the winner and left the field, a brawny man on Thor's left suddenly yelled in resentment. It was obvious that he was betting. The subject is a little disappointed.

"Friend, how much did you lose?" Sol rolled his eyes and handed him a glass of drink.

"Don't mention it, lose two games in a row, two silver coins are gone." The strong man took a sip of the drink, and cast a grateful look at Sol. He is dressed in a shabby cloth, and it seems that his living environment is not very good. Two silver coins may not be a small amount of money for him.

"Why should you be angry about this little thing? It's just for fun, don't take it to heart." Saul smiled, and two silver coins appeared in the palm of his hand and handed it to the strong man.

"This... how embarrassed?" The brawny man's eyes brightened when he saw Thor's actions, but he scratched his head, his eyes were a little confused and wary. After all, we don't know each other, this generosity seems to come for some reason.

"I was lucky today. I won a few hands. Maybe your money is even if I won it. Take it, my friend, life is not easy. Try your luck when you have money." Sol smiled and put the silver coin. Throw it into the hands of the strong man.

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