By decree and pro

"The Yan collar is full of broken copper, scrap iron, and rotten wood. How dare you say that other people are like us?" Ilya was very angry, "You are blind!"

"I'm not blind, and I didn't say those weapons are very good." Abu Na spread his hands, looking like a rascal, "The fighting beast camp has always been short of money to raise so many people and so many beasts. It’s normal to use it well. Speaking of it, the boss thought about buying a batch of weapons again, but he didn’t expect to lose such a large sum of money yesterday, hey! It’s impossible to buy weapons now.”

"Then let's go out and buy it!" Ilya said with her head held high, "Yan Ke won a lot of money for the king, now I see who dare not sell him weapons."

"Ilya, have you forgotten," said Abuna, "a gladiator is not allowed to go out on the day of the match, even his assistants are the same."

"You!" Ilya swung his spoon angrily, wanting to whip Abna.

"Ilya, the porridge is ready." Yan stretched out his hand to hold the iron spoon, "Let's make the porridge."

"Yan!" Ilya said angrily, "What time is it, you still want to drink porridge."

"Since I'm in the camp, I can't help myself." After Yan finished speaking, he raised a pair of icy eyes, stared at Abuna coldly and said, "Don't worry, I will end."

"That's good." Abna looked happy and a little scared, and he didn't dare to look directly at each other.

"What's the matter?!" Ilya was very anxious, and he didn't know what was going on with the king, so he still didn't take Yan out, did he really want to see him being eaten by wild beasts?

If your majesty continues like this, I'm afraid you will be a widower for the rest of your life!

"But this weapon...give me a spoon." Yan asked Ilya for a porridge spoon, and Ilya was unhappy, but still handed him the spoon.

While scooping steaming hot porridge into the wooden bowl, Yan said, "There will definitely be."

Before Yan put down the porridge spoon, he heard Chakemu yelling loudly outside: "Great joy! Strangers are delighted! ——The king is here to reward you!"

Chakemu's short and fat "welt grass" ran so fast that it almost rolled into Yan's tent and almost bumped into Abna.

Abuna gave him a hard look, but it was useless. Chakemu was so excited that his face was flushed, as if he had received a reward from the king.

"Ilya, look," Yan said with a slight smile, "Isn't this coming?"

"Jun, Your Majesty's reward?" Ilya stared round her eyes, thinking to herself: Does Your Majesty really want Yan to fight again?In yesterday's game, Yan caused heavy losses to Luo Sang and the other gamblers. They all regarded Yan as a thorn in their side, which is why they let him go off the game day after day. Your Majesty didn't stop him, but instead sent weapons to fan the flames?

Ilya couldn't even imagine what kind of tragic battle Yan would encounter in the Colosseum, they would definitely not let him have a good time!

"Your Majesty, what are you thinking? One moment you say you want to marry him, and the next moment you throw him in a lot of danger... Under the world, is there anyone who expresses his heart like this?" The more Ilya thought about it, the more angry she became, and she really wanted to talk about it. Yan's arm, led him away from the fighting beast camp without looking back.

but……

As Usman's subject, how could he disobey the emperor's order.Ilya's expression was gloomy, like a dumb man who can't tell the pain of eating Coptis chinensis, and can only hold it all in his heart.

"What kind of reward from the king?" Abu Na frowned and asked Chakemu, "Where is it?"

Because Chakemu is empty-handed and has nothing.

"In the back, I can't carry such a heavy box." Chakemu was full of excitement, and said to Yan, "Stranger, today you

Come on, I bought you to win with all my wealth. "

"It's easy to say." Yan smiled, still holding the porridge bowl.

After a while, a line of 14 soldiers came to the camp carrying eight tall and long boxes. After the soldiers lined up, they respectfully asked Yan to have a look.

Remove these weapon boxes in the open space, and there are three layers of beast fighters watching the excitement.

After Yan drank the porridge, he asked the soldiers to open the box.

There are different weapons in each box. Roughly, there are about thirty pieces.

And every time a box is opened, there are exclamations such as "Wow! What a domineering golden halberd!", "This knife is really big!" and so on.

It can be said that all knives, axes, swords and halberds are sharp and dazzlingly bright. Yan randomly took a machete about one meter long and weighed it in his palm. With a poke on the ground, the gravel was instantly broken.

This forging process is truly a royal masterpiece, and there is no iron shop in the city that can forge it.

"Did he bring me his own arsenal?" Yan put the big knife back into the wooden box covered with exquisite red silk, and then opened another box. Inside was a gilded long stick, also Astonishingly beautiful.

"Your Majesty said, these are all yours." The leading soldier bowed.

"I don't need so much, as long as this one is fine, please return the rest." Yan suddenly reached into a wooden box and took out a dark brown leather whip.

The whip is made of excellent buffalo leather, and the handle is made of silver. It is carved with a lifelike tiger's head, and the tiger's eyes are emeralds.

"This..." The soldier seemed a little embarrassed, and said, "These weapons were selected by the emperor himself from the armory treasure house. Are you sure you don't want them?"

"Your Majesty didn't say you want me to accept them all?"

"That's not true," said the soldier.

"That's fine." Yan nodded, "I want a whip."

"...Yes." The soldier had to pack up.

"It's time to work." Yan clasped his fists and said to the soldier.

"Yan, the leather whip can't kill people." Ilya hurriedly persuaded, "It's better to choose a big sword, or this long sword is also fine, no matter which one is much better than a whip."

"Who says whips can't kill people, but I didn't go on stage today to kill people." Yan smiled and put away the whip.

Seeing this scene, Abna secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Compared with other weapons, the leather whip has the worst lethality, and it is almost the same for taming animals. How to deal with a raging lion?I'm afraid it's just a tickle.

"Thanks for your hard work, everyone. I would like to thank the Lord for your gift on behalf of the Beast Camp." Abna said to the soldiers in a pretentious manner.

The soldier nodded, and because Yan insisted on not wanting the remaining weapons, he had to carry them back again.

"Hey..." Ilya watched them leave with great reluctance, it was hard to exaggerate gnashing of teeth.

Abna followed, and his task was accomplished.

"Yan, you just like to make things difficult for yourself, right?" Ilya was a little annoyed, and sat down in front of the porridge pot, "Your Majesty's good intentions are in vain."

"His kindness is really 'great', I can only appreciate it, not more." Yan sarcastically sarcastically Usman, even though he is not here.

"Yan..." Ilya felt that what Yan said was reasonable and irrefutable.

"Ilya, don't go to the Colosseum this afternoon." Yan said suddenly.

"Hey? Why!" Ilya was very puzzled, "Helian Wuluo went somewhere, only I can accompany you."

"Abuna can personally inform me of the competition," Yan said, looking at the porridge pot as white as milk, "it should have prepared a very rich 'big meal' for me, and I have to concentrate on dealing with the beasts on the field , I can't take you into consideration, I feel at ease if you stay here."

"But I came here just for you...you...that...as a helper." Ilya almost said that I came here just to keep an eye on you.

"Isn't the King of Xiliang still here?" Yan smiled, "Didn't I tell you that he wanted to marry me, and if I died, he would have no wife."

"I know, but Yan, how can you be sure that your lord will come to watch the game today?" For a moment, Ilya thought that Yan had noticed something, but his smile was so indifferent, it didn't look like he knew the inside story at all .

Because of Yiyan's character, he will definitely be furious!First of all, he must beat himself up, and then go to Xunjun to settle the score.

"Because he sent the weapons, and this second scene is definitely more exciting than the first one. How could he miss it." Yan made a bowl of porridge for Ilya, "Eat it while it's hot. , we boiled it too thickly, and it became mushy when it cooled."

"Hey." Ilya held the fragrant porridge bowl and said for a while, "Yan, why don't you just agree to marry me, Your Majesty will not treat you badly."

"Puff! Cough cough!" Yan scooped up another bowl of hot porridge, and was drinking with his head covered, when he heard this, he choked up.

"Yan, are you okay?!" Ilya quickly patted Yan's back.

"I, I..." Yan coughed for a long time before he passed his airway, "Then I might as well go down to the Colosseum!"

"You hate your majesty so much?" Ilya asked puzzled, "I would rather die than marry?"

"I'm a man, so there's no question of marrying or not. He's talking nonsense." Yan said, "Ilya, don't worry, I won't be killed by wild beasts."

"I know you are powerful, but no matter how powerful you are, there will be times when you can't keep it... I'm afraid..." Ilya still frowned, worried.

"Drink the porridge." Yan knocked on Ilya's porridge bowl, and said, "I won't let myself have trouble until I clean up that guy."

"En." Ilya nodded, thinking that Yan was talking about Bruhan and the others, but Yan was thinking about Usman.If he guessed correctly, Usman must be planning something to let him stay in the Beast Camp, let alone the game.

Usman's ability to deliver the weapons in such a timely manner showed that he expected that the Colosseum would let him end this afternoon, and he was able to pinpoint the exact time.

"Usman, you play chess with the king, and be careful to risk your own life." Yan secretly ground his back molars, "What do you like, what do you want, he is really joking, it's good. That's how it's fun."

Yan was in a "good mood" and couldn't help but drink three bowls of porridge in a row. After all, he was full enough to have the strength to clean up the mess.

"Oh! It's out! It's that boy from a foreign land!"

"—Even Your Majesty bought him to win!"

"It's fucking hot!"

At this hottest moment of the day, even the sand blown by the wind was hot, not to mention the stone benches in the auditorium. Some people jumped and scolded in the heat, but they refused to leave.

This unprecedentedly high atmosphere has already buried the fear of the poisonous sun. Not only is there no empty seats in the Colosseum, even in the aisles and on the railings, any place that can stand on one foot and hang on one arm is crowded. full of people.

Compared with yesterday's game where there were all red bets and people who bought Yan lost, there were many more gamblers holding blue cloth strips today, and all of them were red-faced and emotionally high.

"I will win! That kid must win today!" Those people kept shouting, "Even Your Majesty is so optimistic about him!"

"If you want me to say that he will definitely lose today! It will be a big upset!" The gambler who bought the beast to win was not willing to be lonely, and shouted at those people, "He got lucky yesterday, and he met a soft-footed beast , today is not so lucky."

"That is, who can guarantee that the king will buy him to win today?"

"He caused me to lose so much, I will buy him to lose today! Bet that he was bitten to death by wild beasts!"

"Hmph, even if you were bitten to death, he wouldn't even die!"

"Fuck you! I beat you to death!"

Before the fight started in this match, the gamblers hit each other with punches and kicks.

Shen Fangyu was dressed in a big swallow armor, with a long sword on his waist, squatting at the highest place of the Colosseum roof.

The structure of this canopy is very delicate. It is built with bamboo poles, wooden pillars and time-honored fire raccoon cloth. It leans against the top of the wall and leans towards the field, like an umbrella held at a slant, sheltering the dignitaries in the high-level seats from the wind and sand. scorching sun.

And from Shen Fangyu's perspective, he could see the fighters clearly, his brows were furrowed, and he was furious that the prince wanted to make fun of these people.

He's not going to let this kind of game start.

He sneaked in last night, took a lot of effort to hide in the roof of the shed, and tied a rein removed from the mission's caravan to the beam of the shed.

As for the way to rescue the prince, Shen Fangyu had conceived of several ways, some were the most direct, let the army enter the fighting beast camp, and some were the most roundabout, sending a special envoy to report to the emperor, and the emperor put pressure on Usman's dignitaries.

But there are too many uncertainties in these two kinds. On other people's territory, it will take a long time for a thousand elite soldiers to attack the city, let alone enter the fighting beast camp, and what he does is tantamount to invading Xiliang. provoke a war between the two countries.

If this is what the King of Xiliang hoped for, wouldn't it be in his favor.