Alexandre left the apartment, leaving his two roommates to sleep, and then exited the building where he was staying.
It seemed that the academy was a busy place at night, with many students out partying and chatting despite the cold.
Alexander looked at his digital watch, which read 6:47 a.m., then headed for the combat arena. The fighting arena was a very large structure, certainly much smaller than the medieval castle that served as the Hunter academy, but still of impressive size, assembled entirely from massive stone blocks, it looked very much like an old Roman arena, To get there, you had to pass through what's known as the "village", a collection of small shops, hotels and pubs for students and outsiders, but nothing like the imposing town of Hunter Paradise on the other side of the island.
As he approached the arena, what stood out was the sheer mass of students, but that many professors also seemed to enjoy attending such events. When he entered, Alexander was shocked, the whole arena was packed, it was like watching a soccer match, all the bleachers were black with people, He didn't know what the proposal was, but it must have been several hundred people, no doubt also people from outside the academy. Alexandre had seen several people in costume outside, so was there some kind of talent selector belonging to the guild who was selecting Hunter in the arena? It was an idea that had been brewing in Alexandre's head, after all, he was good at sports.
While Alexander was thinking this, a loud voice interrupted him: "Hello everyone! Robert Pakerson here! Your favorite host from the Hunter arena! As you know, every Friday evening we organize single fights from 7:00 to 9:00 p.m., each fight lasting a maximum of 10 minutes! Get ready!"
Alexandre saw several people gather at a small staircase leading down into the arena, and quickly realized that this was where the participants would go down to the room awaiting them.
On arriving, Alexandre saw a man waiting before entering, the man of Indian origin who had challenged William. Alexandre said "Chetan Ambani?
Chetan Ambani replied astonished "Yes?" he looked at Alexandre whom he recognized as one of William's friends and said "Where is William Walton?"
Alexandre replied disdainfully "He's chickened out, that pussy! I hope the recording didn't cost you too much".
Chetan Ambani murmured "The Bastardad...." will be annoyed by what Alexandre said and replied "Don't worry in this academy, tarlouses like your friends don't last long! I'll let people know he's gone."
Alexandre replied, "Look, I can take part instead, but I think it's a shame to waste this opportunity.
Chetan hesitated, looking at Alexandre he saw a muscular and confident man, unlike William, but he had already incurred expenses so he replied "Ok, but you'll have to paid the extra-fees!"
An astonished Alexandre replied, "How do I do that?"
Chetan murmured "The first years...", Alexandre didn't respond to this invictive and said "So?"
Chetan replied "It's very simple, you go to the arena administration."
Alexandre, annoyed by Chetan's contempt, said curtly, "If you don't want to help me, I've got other things to choose from!"
Chetan says "Fine!" then points to a large glass box at the heart of the arena and adds "I think that's it! But hurry, our fight should normally take place at 8:15! And I don't know the procedure for changing the names of the participants at the last minute! But I warn you, I've put a lot of money into this match, so changing the time or the date is out of the question!"
Without saying a word, Alexandre turned and headed for the administration box.