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Chapter 15 - Chapter 15 Freedom and Luck of the Gladiators

"Buck Whitman, you just told blacksmith that it would be late to take more than two months for a giant sword to be finished. What do you mean?" York asked curiously.

"I'm going to talk about it with you tonight." Merion replied calmly, "I'm going to give up the 'green hand protection period' of three months and stand on the arena in advance next month. If it takes more than two months to play the giant sword, then time is not enough."

"Are you going to avoid drawing lots?" York asked in surprise, "you want to avoid me and Desen."

"Yes!"

"Oh my God! You think the same as Desen." York punched Merion's shoulder and said, "My brother also said that he wanted to avoid you. He couldn't do anything to you, so he wanted to come here in advance."

"Thank you. I heard about it from the 'Brown Bear Roma'." Merion explained, "He turned down Desen. If he wants to avoid 'drawing lots', I'll come to the stage in advance. That's the best solution. 'Lion Avodo' also agrees."

"But, if that's the case, it will be risky if you don't have enough training time..."

"You don't have to persuade me." Merion interrupted York and put his hands on his shoulders. He looked at him sincerely and said, "You and Desen are like brothers to me. I don't want to lose you. Moreover, I can win fifty rounds earlier and obtain the freedom I yearn for."

"Ha-ha..." York laughed and said, "How did the butler sing that song? He had been singing repeatedly all day long that day, and I couldn't get rid of his song. 'The sun is rising. Take my good friend with me. The sky of Cabul is so blue, and the sky is so blue...'"

"Cabul's world-famous luxurious bathtub; the sun is so bright and white, and Cabul's bloody Colosseum..." Merion easily took over York's tune and hummed the lyrics.

"He can sing wherever he goes. I believe everyone in Cabul, the free trade city can sing." Merion said with a smile.

"Ha-ha, that's for sure."

York said happily, "After dinner, I will tell Desen the result of avoiding the draw. He didn't pay much attention to his injury these days. The real depression is this matter!"

"This has been solved. Please let him rest assured."

The two of them talked and laughed as they walked to the place where the newbies had dinner.

In the dining room, dozens of newbies were eating dry bread and drinking soup.

When Merion and York arrived, they stopped eating and drinking, put down their bowls, and looked at Merion.

The atmosphere was a little silent.

A newbie broke the silence and asked uneasily, "'Buck Whitman', did you go to the blacksmith shop to see the huge sword just now?"

"Yes. Whitman, is it working for you?"

"Is it really over 1.4 meters long and invincible?"

"Yes, that huge sword is indeed more than 1.4 meters long. It is very aggressive and looks very fierce." York replied quickly, "'Buck Whitman' has tried it out of blacksmith shop. He found it very handy. The head of the blacksmith is going to make it for him. It can be used in the arena."

The atmosphere became more silent than before, and a sense of solemnity could be smelled in the air.

The newbies were all silent.

Merion sensed something.

"I have made a deal with 'Lion Avodo'. I want to finish fifty rounds as soon as possible and get my freedom in advance, so I'm going to the arena next month." Merion said loudly, "I don't want the protection period for newbies for the next three months. That is to say, I won't be able to meet any of you in the arena from now on!"

All the newbies breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, my God!"

"Really?"

"My pray really happened!" A newcomer immediately sat cross-legged on the chair and kissed the table for dinner. "If one day I am lucky enough to return to my hometown, I swear that I will never gamble again and will not come to the arena to pay off my debts."

The newbies all burst into laughter.

"Whitman, you are good enough with bare hands. If you use such a powerful weapon again, chopping people will be as easy as cutting vegetables."

"Yes."

"Since we have been sold here, we are not afraid of dying in the arena." An older newbie said, "but I eat with you and train with you every day. I always think that I might die in your hands one day. That kind of pressure is really uncomfortable!"

"You are much stronger than us. You are not at the same level at all. The pressure is too much."

"Ha-ha-ha, that's right. It's like one of your boots fell to the ground, waiting for the other to fall to the ground."

"We don't even want to try our luck."

"Gazelle Odda" suddenly came to his senses. He raised the bowl in his hand and said, "Thank you, York. Thank you, Desen."

Then he raised his neck and gulped down the vegetable soup in the bowl.

"Thank you, York. Thank you, Desen. They didn't ask us to fill in the record of 'Buck Whitman'."

"Thank you, brothers. We are still lucky. Maybe we won't meet death so early."

The older green hand raised the vegetable soup in his hand and said, "I wish 'Buck Whitman' could be free early and return to his hometown."

"To freedom." York clinked his bowl with Merion's.

"Good luck." Merion replied.

The moon was bright, and the sound of waves on the surface of the Sade Sea was surging.

When it reached the coast, it gently patted the land.

In the camp of the newbies.

York had fallen asleep.

Merion heard seagulls circling on the sea in the distance.

After a day's training, he felt sleepy.

In a daze.

The sound of seagulls came closer and closer.

"Bang! Bang!" In a long narrow passage, four heavy iron doors rose and fell.

They were holding several big iron buckets and wooden scoops for rice.

Through this passage that only one person could bend down and pass through.

The long iron sticks they used to beat prisoners were dragged on the ground, making a loud sound.

"Hey, new prison guard, 'Sheep's Kidney', have you got your black cloth ready? When you bring food to the prisoner in room 99, remember to wrap the black cloth around your eyes. Don't look at the person."

"What will happen if I see it?"

"Then you have to say goodbye to your eye. No one has ever dared to do that thing in this prison."

"Haven't you seen it?"

"We don't even know whether this person is a man or a woman. We only know that he is a prisoner born in prison. According to the warden, this person is a demon and can't be seen. He is a person born with 'original sin' and scourge for human beings."

"Therefore, he must be locked up in the most tightly guarded secret prison of Simpson Continent, together with the most frightening and vicious murderers, robbers, war criminals, thieves and whores on the continent."