"This young man?"

Yes, the price was 20 gold coins. He had been checked and he had a good physique. He had calluses on the hilt of his sword, but he was not injured, even without a belt and shoes."

"That trafficker, come here. Is he a prisoner of war or a drunkard?"

"He is a drunkard. He has owed me 20 gold coins to pay for the wine."

"Don't make fun of me. In the free trade city, which restaurant can drink 20 gold coins?"

"He also brought a few women to drink together, maybe his mistress; He even made a few bets in the tavern..."

"Eight gold coins."

"Well, I have lost 12 gold coins. Deal."

"Threw him into the car, and then went to the morning market to buy two men with healthy limbs."

"I have other goods. Although they are not as strong as this drunkard, they all have hands and feet. Would you like to have a look?"

It sounded like what had happened just now.

"Splash!" A bucket of cold water was poured from head to foot.

Merion suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the ground.

It was a blacksmith's shop. More than ten men in bare-arms and shorts were brandishing their hammers.

The flames in the several stoves were burning more fiercely, and some brand-new swords, shields and tridents were placed on the shelves.

The air was unusually hot.

Merion searched this place quickly in his mind. He had been to many blacksmith's shops, but he had never been to this one.

A one-eyed man with strong muscles, strong legs and bulging chest muscles under the short leather armor was staring at him and laughing.

The man wore a black eye patch on his right eye.

There was a long and deep scar on his right face from the corner of his eyebrows to his chin. The cracked scar was like an ugly four-legged snake crawling on his face.

The scar made his smile look very strange.

"Brat, you're awake." The one-eyed man squatted down and pressed the sign hanging on Merion's chest, "Buck Whitman."

The iron badge on his chest was so hot that it seemed to have just been taken down from the furnace and hung up.

"Where am I?" Merion had no interest to this iron token.

"You belong to Barney, the slave master of the liberty city."

"Where is the Simpson Continent?" Merion grabbed the one-eyed man's short leather armor with both hands and said, "I have a reason to go back!"

"Ha ha, every slave like you who is sold here said so."The one-eyed man burst into laughter and broke free from Merion's grip. "Who doesn't want to go back to their hometown and live a peaceful life?"

"This is the island in the center of the Simpson Continent in U shape. But there is only half an hour left before you come onto the stage. You are likely to die there. If I were you, I wouldn't think about the reason why I had to go back first."

The one-eyed man kindly reminded him and waved at the door. "Bring it here quickly."

A fat man, hot and sweating, with a broken towel on his shoulder rushed in.

He put an iron basin in front of Merion, wiped the sweat on his head with a towel and rushed out of the blacksmith's shop.

The cook put down a large bowl of steaming chicken drumsticks soaked in sauce.

Merion hesitated for a while, and then he put his hands into the iron basin and grabbed a big chicken leg with one hand. He wanted to eat it elegantly with his hands.

But he hadn't eaten enough porridge for so many days.

After he finished the first bite of the chicken, he had no time to chew it carefully. In the eyes of the people around him who were drooling over the chicken drumsticks, he wolfed it down. He bit it on the left, then on the right, and tore the fat chicken drumstick in his hand.

While eating, he was angry with himself, a dignified prince, but now he had lost his elegance, like a hungry wolf.

"Hahaha, boy, I advise you to eat only seven or eight percent full."

"If you are too full and couldn't run fast later, you would die!" The one-eyed man patted the shoulder of Merion and said, "It's okay if you die. Don't be careless or your handsome face is just like mine."

"Crack!" He made a posture of cutting his face with his hand. "One eye exploded, and the other saw the blood on the face floating into the sky."

The one-eyed man laughed, as if he was talking about something else.

Merion looked at the one-eyed man calmly and slowed his pace of eating. There was more than half of chicken drumstick in the bowl.

He just wanted to enjoy the last one in his hand.

In the blacksmith's shop, the bare-armed men stopped making weapons and laughed heartily with the one-eyed man.

They were teasing the one-eyed man happily.

"One eye? Is it because of this that people forget your previous name and only call you "one eye!"

"You used to be so successful. Why didn't you get a wife before that losing battle?"

"Yeah. Your face is so ugly now. No matter how good a person is, every woman will be scared away by you!"

"Some women with skin disease had ugly faces."

"Damn it." "One eye" spat a thick spit on the ground.

He pulled up Merion, who was sitting on the ground, and said, "I hope you have received good training before. The stingy supervisor has never bought more than 5 gold coins. Even if you die, you have to show a performance worth 8 gold coins."

"One eye" swallowed and looked at the iron basin. "I haven't eaten chicken drumstick for a long time."

He bent down, grabbed a drumstick and put it into his mouth quickly. Then he said to the men who were beating the iron, "take the rest. Don't eat them all."

With a loud laughter, "one eye" put a hemp rope with a knot on Merion's wrist.

This was a dead end.

"One eye" pulled the rope and Merion followed him involuntarily.

At the door, two guards in short armor with long swords followed them closely.

Outside the blacksmith's shop was a large square. This blacksmith's shop was only one of a row of low houses made of stones on the square.

In the square, the sound of fighting and weapons colliding was coming and going.

Many middle-aged men practiced with wooden swords, wooden shields, maces and other weapons. They squinted at Merion, some with fierce eyes, and some with sympathy.

Merion didn't look back at them. He quickly looked at the position of the sun. The sky was very blue.

The slanting sun was very good and not very dazzling.

It was about 8 o'clock in the morning.

But the guards were so strict. How could he escape?

His chest seemed to be burning with anger, and he said to himself over and over again, "I have to get back alive, I have to get back!"

—I will save my mother and sister who have been captured by the hostile country, kill the treacherous military minister, and rebuild the army to recover the defeated kingdom for the revenge of my poisoned father. I can't fail the honor and surname of our ancestors in the Simpson Continent!

Merion were escorted across the square to a huge white circular building. It was noisy as if a grand show was going to be held.

The audience exclaimed as if they were looking forward to the appearance of a star.

"One eye" held his hand and stopped in front of an iron door of the building.

The guard in front of the Iron Gate used the key to open the big lock of the iron gate. "Is this the last one today?"

"Yes."

"Get him in. There's only two minutes left."

"Good luck, buddy." On the ugly face of "one eye", the explosive scar was like four snakes laughing.

He kindly reminded him, "If you break your hands or feet, or your face is damaged like mine, you'd better die, lest you live worse than death, with a shameful scar all your life."

Before Merion could respond, he was kicked on his buttock.

He staggered into the iron fence.

Inside the room, there were more than 20 men with disheveled hair and dirty face like him.

The iron door at the other end of the iron fence had been opened. The guard with a spear was stabbing and kicking people out.

Merion had to follow the crowd to the front of the passage.

In the passage, the stink of urine pervaded. Someone was so scared that he walked while peed. His legs were so weak that he couldn't move.

Several guards rushed up, lifted him out of the passageway and threw him onto the field.

When they arrived at the door of the white circular building, Merion was shocked — there were tens of thousands of seats in front of them, and all the audience clapped their seats and couldn't help screaming like crazy.

Oh my God! This is the world famous Cabul Colosseum.

He had been here before. However, he was invited to watch the duel of life and death by other aristocrats as a distinguished guest last time.

And this time, he was a warrior.

In a trance, a shield was placed in his hand.

Before he could grab it tightly, the shield was suddenly taken away by someone quickly.

He looked in the direction of the man and found that it was one of his companions who had just been released from an iron fence with him.

The topless strong man took away Merion's shield and quickly ran more than ten meters away from him.

Now, the man not only had a short sword in his hand, but also a shield for self-defense.

But Merion had nothing in both hands.

Tens of thousands of people shouted.

In front of Colosseum, the heavy black iron door was opened slowly…