Unknown Knight

Mathilde's winning shot finally secured the victory, and the audience in the stadium roared like a tsunami.

Only a small part of these shouts were cheers from the winners and those who made money, most of them were the curses, roars and shouts from the losers.

They were born with contempt and prejudice against women, and believed that a woman who had won two games in a row would never be able to win again. Under the temptation of the odds, they placed a heavy bet on the Rhodok soldier, but still lost in the end, so it was understandable that they couldn't help shouting and screaming.

These cries reminded Aix that the female gladiator who fought like a hero off the field was just a dice that the crazy gamblers on the field were betting on, a gambling tool with an uncertain size and an unpredictable win or loss, or even just a consumable item.

I can't help but feel regretful. Such a heroic figure shouldn't be treated like a consumable and become just a tool for a bunch of mundane gamblers and entertainment. She should have a more exciting life.

Taking advantage of the fact that the two games in the morning had ended and the contestants and slave gladiators were resting, Aix brought Ran Ying, Ai Su and Zhen Zhen to the contestants' dining and rest area in the arena.

After some inquiries, Aix quickly found the owner of the female gladiator Mathilde, a slave trader from the city of Paraven.

"I want to buy some gladiators that can fight."

Aix seemed to get straight to the point.

"What kind of gladiators do you want to buy? I have horse archers from Khergit, sharpshooters from Vaegir, and elite crossbowmen from Swadia. However, the most popular ones right now are Nord warriors, especially female warriors."

When the slave trader heard that there was business coming, he enthusiastically introduced it to Aix.

"I heard that the champion who came on the field is your slave. What's the price of the Nord female warrior now?"

Hearing that Aix came with personal interest, the slave trader immediately started to make plans in his mind. This is just like buying jade. As the saying goes, gold has a price but jade is priceless. Once a customer comes with interest, in the absence of a clear price tag, the price of a commodity depends on the degree of the customer's interest and hobbies, as well as the amount of his personal wealth.

The slave trader stole a professional glance at Aix, who had a slender figure that was rare in this era. Although his clothes were of the standard of ordinary nobles, the three beautiful ladies following him were not ordinary women, which was enough to show that his financial resources were extraordinary. So he asked tentatively:

"My Lord, you want Nord female warriors. These slaves are in great demand in Barrier City right now. Fortunately, I still have a few here. If you really want them, just give me fifty silver coins for each one."

Aix couldn't help but click his tongue when he heard this. He had a general idea of ​​the price of slaves. Even a Nord Royal Guard would cost at most thirty silver coins, and fifty silver coins was equivalent to the ransom of an ordinary noble. This slave trader was really bold.

He had originally used the guise of personal interest just to conceal his identity, to keep a low profile, and not to draw unnecessary attention from others. Unexpectedly, he provoked the slave trader to ask for a huge sum of money, which aroused his inner disgust for this kind of people. So he half-truthfully and half-fakely shouted in anger:

"Boss, you're offering a good price. A Nord Royal Guard costs at most thirty silver coins. Are you trying to cheat me?"

After saying that, he used his momentum to pull out the six-petal iron hammer attached to his waist and weighed it in his hand.

Seeing the six-petal iron hammer weighing dozens of kilograms, the slave trader regretted it in his heart. The other party was a nobleman of much higher status than him. It was not impossible that he would be hit on the head with a hammer if he offended him. He just shrank his neck in fear and hurriedly explained:

"Please calm down, sir. This is the current market price. My female gladiator champion Mathilde has just won three championships in a row. I am not lying to you. This is the current market price for female Nord warriors in Barrier City!"

Aix remained silent, looking at the self-righteous slave trader who was complaining with contempt, showing the oppression of his class to the fullest. It seemed that if there was any further resentment, he would throw the six-petal iron hammer in his hand at him, scaring the slave trader so much that cold sweat broke out.

Finally, the slave trader, unable to hold back any longer, said in an almost pleading tone:

"Sir, how about this? I won't make any money from this business. Can I give you 20 silver coins for each Nord female warrior?"

Seeing that the slave trader finally adjusted his mindset, Axe didn't waste time talking to him. He nodded coldly and said:

"Let all your Nord female warriors come up so I can take a look at their quality first."

Soon, a total of four Nord female warriors were brought up, but Mathilde, whom Aix really wanted to buy, was missing.

Aix stepped forward and pretended to check the teeth and pinch the bones for a long time, then said to the slave trader with disgust:

"Is there nothing else? Boss, are you kidding me?"

"My lord, the arena competition held for Chief Attis' birthday has been going on for two days. I originally had some Nord female warriors here, but the casualties in the past two days were really great. In addition to those bought by other lords, I only have so many left now."

The slave trader hurriedly explained.

Aix said with little interest:

"What about Mathilde? Why don't you bring her up here? Do you think I can't afford the price?"

"I dare not, I dare not, Matilde is eating and resting, and there is a game in the afternoon."

"You mean I am no longer qualified to even look at your precious champion?"

Aix was aggressive and no longer treated the slave trader well, which frightened the slave trader so much that he quickly asked someone to bring Mathilde over.

Soon, the sound of iron chains was heard. Looking around, Mathilde, wearing heavy shackles, was brought over. Her treatment alone was enough to show her strength.

Aix seemed very satisfied with Mathilde. He did not come forward to pout or pinch her arms like the other slaves did. He just walked around and said to his boss:

"how much is it?"

Upon hearing this, the slave trader immediately panicked. He was still counting on Mathilde to win him a generous bonus. According to the prize here, Mathilde could bring him a bonus of 300 silver coins per game. Mathilde was his property, and the money was his. How could he sell this cash cow? He hurriedly said to Aix:

"Your Excellency, you can't do that! Matilda has already signed up for all the competitions and can't be sold."

"What is unsaleable? Do you doubt that I can't afford it? Name your price!"

Aix pretended to be angry and acted as if he was determined to buy Mathilde.

However, the slave trader insisted on selling Mathilde, just like a virgin defending her last pair of underwear. No matter how Aix threatened or tempted him, he refused to sell her.

Even if Aix offered the price up to three thousand silver coins, it would still not work. Not to mention that he couldn't come up with three thousand silver coins right now, even if he did, the other party would have to be willing to sell it. Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly caught sight of Bestur who was resting and eating in the distance, and a plan came to his mind.