9th Circle Lord

Luther turned away from the gladiators who shared the nerve war.

“Don't worry about injuries. If it looks dangerous, I'll stop it. ”

It was about fighting with confidence.

As the group's face was somewhat loosened, Luther advised one last time.

“Don't underestimate gladiators. They don't cover the Sudanese way to kill the opponent. So be vigilant at all times. ”

The group's expression was blurred by a hard warning.

Luther leaves the Gladiator's waiting area and heads for the audience.

After a while, Luther, who was sitting freely among those who sent out a warm cheer, watched Dolken with the introduction of the moderator.

I danced to people's cheers, but I walked out on my feet within minutes.

The iron arrow across the street opens and a long sword with a bloody great sword appears. He shouted.

“Where is my treasure! ”

“Waaaah!”

“Dang! Dang! ”

The appearance of the crusher dunk resonated with cheers such as deterioration.

Luther measured his fighting power.

Unlike the peculiarities revealed, it was only 2,000 at the beginning of Expert Intermediate.

But Luther was not optimistic about the situation.

"It could be biased. ’

Dolken can also observe the other person as a status window.

Dolken will already know the opponent's fighting power.

And that could have made Dorir Dolken careless.

‘If you understand the advice, you must end it once and for all. ’

Dolken is not a cold saint.

If I thought I was an enemy, I felt my hands were on the wrong side, unlike myself, which was the best way to get rid of it.

Luther wanted both Dolken and his group to be determined through this glare.

In that regard, the betting arena was a perfect fit.

The bet arena fights until the opponent acknowledges defeat.

So many are injured and many die.

It was glamour that would not be easy to challenge without gradually building courage.

A crowd of cheerful grinders stared at Dolken and warned him.

“A kid. I'm sure he's ready to die, right? ”

Dolken raises his axe without a word.

Don't be alarmed, it was Dolken who carved out Luther's warning.

It was not necessary to announce the start separately.

Now that we're on the Arena, we just have to wait for the end.

Dunk widens his arms.

“From now on, let's taste the boy's blood! ”

“Waaaah!”

The crowd cheering for him.

Dolken ran and Dunk greeted him.

Bang!

The Great Sword and the Axe fell.

The difference in power was clear.

Dolken was strong and Dunk was relatively weak.

“Argh!”

Dolken again swings his axe toward the retreating dunk, whining.

Bang!

Dunk's face faded.

Whenever he collided, his arm seemed to be crushed.

Dolken strikes down the axe in heavy succession, but without any circumstance.

The masses are pushed backwards without any haste to stop them.

The left side seems to have turned the cold water upside down.

No matter who saw it, Seung Ki was on Dolken's side.

Dolken pressed Dunk as diligently as he proved that he was not playing.

And I finally got the results.

Quang Chang Chang!

The Great Sword was crushed by the destructive power of the axe carrying Mana.

Sitting still, Dolken aims the axe at the dairy of his neck, staring at the great sword that was broken.

He said.

“Admit defeat. ”

Dunk laughed.

“I can't do that. ”

A chunk of dirt on the floor sprayed forward.

Dolken frowns as his eyes blur.

Deng took out the poison needle in the waist dance. All I had to do was bury it in my body.

At the same time, Dolken's hand, which held the axe, moved.

Spatula!

His throat is slit and his head rolls to the ground.

Dolken's gaze narrowed.

He did not heed Luther's warning and did not intend to show mercy if the opponent resisted.

The winner was set, but no one shouted a cheer.

Only Luther frowned in the crucible of shock.

‘Doesn't a person change easily? ’

Killing is much more efficient than letting the opponent admit defeat.

Despite this, Dolken left his hand in spite of his party.

‘You must be a natural. ’

I still have a sense of maturity.

Luther was sorry, but the audience who lost the board was frustrated.

“Aah! My money! ”

“I can't believe he killed Dunk! ”

“You bastard! Give me my money back! ”

The voices of those who shout are filled with anger.

But since he was the one who killed Dunk, there was nothing to do but anger.

The winner, Dolken, leaves the arena confidently behind the cries of the people.

Then this side began to deceive Dolken with a necessity.

The old man's mouth, who is in charge of the Arena, is deaf.

All of Luther's companions beat the opponent in a row.

Thanks to it, profits were shot.

“Well done, everyone. Well done.”

I paid him a compliment so that his usual stingy ears wore off.

I am amazed by the look on the face of the group who saw the gold coin.

Dolken murmured.

“When you have the power, the money comes with you, and that's true. ”

“It's not bad to collateralize death. ”

The old man appealed to an admirable group.

“You'll come tomorrow, won't you? Next time, we're gonna have to deal with a pretty bad gladiator. ”

“Let's do it.”

Luther, who said yes, went to the Arena with his group.

Luther handed the gold coins to a group that was hungry.

“It's up to you. ”

“Let's share it with Luther. ”

“I don't need money. ”

“Are you going to another Arena now? ”

“You do that. I have something to see. ”

As a result of today's Arena, my group was doing well on its own.

So he didn't have to follow.

‘You have to do my job. ’

It is time to do what has been postponed.

After separating from his group, Luther headed for the temple.

The central temple of Anes is constantly crowded. In the central temple there is the Holy Father and the priests are gathered.

It was also the final destination and sacred place for pilgrims because it left an indelible trace of history.

Luther headed for an internal temple restricted to ordinary congregations.

He was dressed in the priesthood of the White Anes Church and headed to the entrance of the Church.

The Crusader greeted Luther.

“Welcome. Priest.”

“I'm going in.”

“I'm sorry, but we need to verify your ID. It's a procedural matter, not a mistrust. ”

The tricky checkpoint also served as a central temple. The face of the paladin changed when he gave out the identification of the punished priest and said more politely than before.

“You may pass. ”

“Well done.”

Luther walks in past him. His gaze came to mind as he saw an empty corridor.

‘Who should I hold and ask? ’

I need someone who knows my internal situation well. He encountered the priest who was about to turn around again.

The grumpy priest smiled.

“You're the first person I've seen. ”

“Look me in the eye. ”

Luther enchants the priest.

The priest's eyes became blurred.

Luther asked.

“Do you know where the design drawings of the inner temple are? ”

Once it came in, it was endless and could not be traced like this everywhere.

Design drawings are required.

The priest answered his question and said,

“I don't know.”

“Do you know where the secret passage is in the temple? ”

“I don't know.”

The priest, who grabbed him endlessly, knew nothing.

Luther kicked his tongue and asked another question.

“Then, who deals with the secrets inside? ”

“The work of the Temple's Foreign Secret is carried out by Ambassador Parrit. ”

“Where is he now? ”

“I don't know. ”

“Got it."

Once I find the Ferrite High Priest, I think I'll do it.

Luther's enchantment attracted her face and liking through magic.

At the end of the spell, the priest, who was blushing with a frown, blinked at Luther, and the egg shrugged.

“I told you where I saw it, and it was you. ”

“Long time no see.”

“How have you been? I haven't seen him in a while, so I was wondering where he's going. ”

“Priests are always busy. ”

“That's it. Ahhh, look at me. This is not the time for this, but I have a job to do. See you next time. ”

“Yes.”

After the priest disappeared, Luther went through the hallway to the auditorium where the apprentice priests roamed.

“Where is Ambassador Parritt? ”

“I don't know. ”

I didn't know every apprentice priest I asked. Then I asked the paladin.

Fortunately, the paladin knew the location of Ambassador Parritt.

“Ambassador Parritt is currently presiding over the Conference. If you're going to see him, you might want to wait in the High Priest's office. ”

“Thank you.”

The paladin kindly escorted him directly to Ambassador Parritt's office.

I was in a meeting, so the seat was vacant.

Instead, the priests were in charge of the work.

When Luther showed up, they asked.

“Who are you?”

“I'm here to see Ambassador Parritt. ”

“You are. If you tell me what it's for, I'll tell the High Priest. ”

“It's a secret. I am the representative of Ambassador Rapid. ”

When I showed him the ring with the horse, the priest's face changed.

“I'll let you know as soon as the meeting is over. So why don't you wait in the parlour? ”

“Let's do that. ”

Luther sat in the parlour serving the nobles and waited for the ambassador.

After a while, Ambassador Parritt appeared after the contest.

“The representative of Priest Rapid asked you to meet me? What's going on?”

Ambassador Parritt, who appeared, was the most blasphemous man I've ever seen.

A face that looks like wrinkles and loose waist.

And it seemed strange to me to retire right away from my old age.

At the end of a long contest, the High Priestess looked tired.

Luther closes the door and, after a fierce battle with him, casts a spell of enchantment.

The High Priest's face blurred.

Luther asked.

“Where do you keep the temple's exterior door? ”

“Umm.”

Ambassador Parritt suddenly sighed. Luther frowned at the unexpected reaction.

His eyes became even more sturdy.

“I'll ask you again. Where do I keep my confidential records? ”

“Shush……. ”

There is no answer, only groaning.

While feeling strange, Ambassador Parritt suddenly had a seizure.

“Ugh.”

The high priest, who was shaking and convulsing, suddenly shed black blood from his two eyes and fell to the ground.

Luther's eyes shake.

It's forbidden!

If you try to reveal a secret, it seems that the gold has triggered the target to death.

‘That's a big deal.’

It's not easy to keep secrets.

In the meantime, the priest who warmed up the car knocked on the parlour door.

“I brought the car. ”

Luther frowns.

The High Priest is dead and the door is about to open.

If you look at this situation, there will be chaos.

‘What should I do? ’

Avoiding a crisis right now is not a problem.

Every time you try to keep a secret, those who know the situation will be caught in the crosshairs.

As I pondered what might happen, the door began to open.