Unknown Knight

Chapter 220: Powerful Operation

This slave trader from the city of Paravon was obviously a Grandet-like character. He regarded Mathilde, who could bring him wealth, as more important than his own life. He was unwilling to sell her even at the cost of his life, and no matter how Aix threatened and tempted him, he did not give in at all.

Seeing the resentment that could not be concealed in his red eyes, Aix not only found it funny, but also despised and hated this slave trader even more. He said to him in a very contemptuous tone:

"Boss, you are really good at asking for an exorbitant price. But you may be wrong. I am not planning to let Mathilde participate in the arena competition to win the prize. I just want to buy a female warrior who can serve as a guard for my family members. Boss, you are unwilling to sell it at such a high price. You are really greedy!

Can you guarantee that she will always win and won't get hurt? She won't die unexpectedly in the arena? I admire Mathilde very much and don't want her to die in vain in the arena. Even if she is injured, I am willing to spend, um, one hundred silver coins to buy her. Think about it carefully. If you have made up your mind, you can come to me at any time. "

As he spoke, Aix pointed to the largest box in the arena, and then he left without looking back, not wanting to say a word to the slave trader.

After returning to the box, Axe called Velen and James who were resting, whispered a few words to them, and the two quietly left the box.

Originally, there was only one match in the arena every day, but this time, in order to celebrate the birthday of the city lord, Chief Attis, the arena added another match.

As it was a rare, bloody and exciting life-and-death fight, this extra match was packed with people.

Bestur registered late and missed the morning event, so he was scheduled for the afternoon race.

He had originally planned to kill everyone and have a good fight, but before the game, his father-in-law Velen came to give him instructions and explained Aix's plan and his requirements. After hearing Velen's retelling, Bestur was reluctant but had to do as he was asked.

From the first round of 32 to 16, Bestur followed Aix's requirements and defeated his opponent in a very dangerous and reluctant way. It gave people the feeling that if his opponent was just a little bit stronger, Bestur would be the one to fall. It also made people feel that every victory of his was just due to luck, not personal ability.

At the beginning, Bestur was quite resentful of Aix's request, but after one game, he found the fun of such a game. He could only blame his opponent for being too weak. If he fought seriously without letting up, he would only win easily. That would only make him feel that he could not achieve the purpose of enjoying the game. It would be a meaningless and boring game.

However, competing with such requirements as Aix actually increased the difficulty of winning, and to a certain extent satisfied his desire to find someone to fight because he was itching to show off his skills.

Sometimes, in order to act more realistically and increase the difficulty of winning, he would deliberately leave flaws, allowing his opponents to easily tear his robe, or even have their weapons penetrate his armor and cause minor scratches on him, thereby arousing his opponents' desire to win and strengthening their fighting will, thus achieving the purpose of making it more difficult to win in disguise.

After several games, although he finally won in a "narrow and dangerous" way, he gave people the feeling that he was just a lucky guy. He was able to win purely because his opponents had bad luck, while he was just too lucky.

At first, Bestur didn't know why Aix asked him to do this, until he entered the semi-finals and met his real opponent Mathilde.

At this time, the odds between the two were 1 to 8, and it was obvious that Bestur was the 1. The audience and the gamblers who had placed heavy bets all agreed that Mathilde, the female gladiator who had won three consecutive games and won the final championship three times, would be able to easily end Bestur's luck.

After all, luck is nothing compared to strength. Moreover, Mathilde is not bad in terms of luck. No one would believe that a woman who can win and take the final championship three times after more than a dozen rounds of life-and-death fighting has no blessing of luck.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

Listening to the audience shouting "kill", Bestur showed a scornful smile at the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that the audience's murderous intention was directed at him. Due to his deliberate and superb disguise, after a few rounds of competition, many people in the field bet on the wrong horse and lost a lot of money. Some gamblers were so frustrated that they wished they could go down and stab him personally.

At the same time, Bestur also understood the ultimate purpose of Aix's decision. With his superb eyesight, he had seen the happy faces of Aix and his companions in the VIP room, especially Aix's. His chubby round face was already shiny with excitement, and he had obviously won a lot of money.

"I'll have to pay extra for my share later!"

He muttered angrily.

Mathilde arrived late, accompanied by the angry shouts of the audience. She walked calmly to the opposite side of Bestur, looked at Bestur with a joking and contemptuous look, and said to him:

“You’re a formidable opponent and a great actor, but you can’t fool everyone, like me.

You cunning fellow, I don't know what your purpose is in doing this, but your good luck ends here, I will end your life here."

Her words seemed like a judge's verdict, giving people an irresistible force and full of confidence that they would absolutely win. If it were someone else, they would lose one-third of their health without opening the attack bar.

But her opponent was the natural warrior Bestur. After hearing what Mathilde said, Bestur was also aroused to fight. He laughed up to the sky and sang in a low Calradia language:

"Proud prey, welcome to my hunting ground.

This is the place where you can enjoy yourself, and it is also the happy grassland of Bestur;

It is rare in life to meet an opponent who is equally matched with you;

Only those who take life and death lightly are worthy of living in this chaotic world;

My respected friend, let go of your obsessions and fight!

Don’t let yesterday’s snares entangle your wings for today’s flight.”

After the song was over, Bestour's lyrics, which seemed empty but meaningful, seemed to have touched upon the secret buried deep in Mathilde's heart.

After hearing this, her breathing became heavier, veins popped out on her face, and her eyes were red with anger. She let out a howl with a cry and unwillingness. Mathilde held a flying axe in each hand and ran towards Bestur in anger.