I Was Once a Legend

When Mr. Mo arrived in the ancient Romanesque round arena, a game had just begun. The owner of the arena, Moore, heard the news of his arrival and came to greet him.

This old man has not changed much compared with many years ago, but the old man with a red beard has become more white, and he is quite angry. "What wind is blowing you today?"

Mr. Mo has long been accustomed to attacking each other, ignoring this yin and yang strangeness, he went straight to the best position in the center of the viewing seat, and sat on another chair that was empty beside Moore, elegantly left The leg is raised to the right leg, and the regular trousers of the trousers are slightly upward, exposing the edge of the black socks, which covers the ankle just right.

The waiter on the side immediately poured tea. Moore's hell dog was lying lazy on the side. When they saw the two coming, they immediately stood up vigilantly, and three heads stared at Kelberus, who stole its name.

Corberus took Mr. Mo's cane and stood silently and straight behind him.In the arena, two men holding axe and machete are confronting each other. The people in the audience from time to time make a urging sound, full of savage and bloody noise.

Compared with casinos, the cultural level of this world is almost heaven and earth. Except for aristocrats and a few wealthy businessmen, the vast majority of civilians do not have the right and opportunity to receive education, let alone slaves whose status and livestock are no different.Kelberus, who has experienced two lives in person, has the most say. When he was a slave, he didn't even have a name.

"What time is this?" Mr. Mo picked up a golden silk porcelain cup and sipped the steaming tea slightly. This kind of tea is a specialty of this world. He only had the opportunity to taste it when he visited Moore. Some.

"Today's third game." Moore also re-seat, cheering, the two men on the field have already joined short soldiers.

Moore opened a arena and collected tickets to obtain huge profits. In the absence of other entertainment, civilians can only come here to seek stimulation. At the same time, nobles will also choose slaves from Moore. The more brave warriors sell the price The more expensive the amount, Moore relied on the arena and became a giant.

When Mr. Mo bought Kelberus, who had a 16-game winning streak, he paid a lot of money.

Coming to the arena where blood had once been spilled again, Kelberus looked at the round ground below, and the fists on his side could not help but clenched.A few years ago, it was him who stood in the field and fought with other people and even various monsters for life and death. If it was not the owner who took him away that year, he might have died in it and became a beast in the stomach?

The waves of cheering were higher than the waves, and the sharp axe cut the opponent's shoulder. At the same time, the scimitar also scraped off a large piece of flesh from the waist. Blood spewed out instantly, and an excited scream broke out.Körberos lowered his eyes and stared at the ground in front of the toe of the shoe. The wounds that had healed all over his body seemed to be painful again.

Mr. Mo didn't care much about the wrestling. He was drinking tea leisurely, looking at the corner of the wrestling field-there was a row of cages over there, and the slaves who were about to participate in the wrestling would be locked in before they started.

The first time he noticed Kelberus, the slave, who had won fifteen victories, was wounded and leaned against the cage wall, motionless as if he were dead.

However, when he was forcibly pulled out, the Persian machete still cut the opponent's head neatly in the sixteenth fight.

The blood of himself and his opponent almost stained his whole body. In the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, the referee announced his 16 consecutive victories. Those who dragged him out came to drag him again. Back to the cage.The slave with dark honey eyes looked at the sky above his head, blood ran from his brow bone, sturdy and murderous, and almost dripped into his eyes, but he did not blink.

A bird flew through the circled sky, and its spread wings were like steel blades, breaking through the sky.

At that moment, Mr. Mo loosened his cheeks and sat up a little bit, just because he had a lot of money for opening the game, the ecstatic old Mur said: "I want that slave."

"Do you want him?" Moore thought he had heard it wrong. This man came to him to watch the show all day, and he didn't want to be alone. How could this be...

"Well, it's him. You can open the price casually. I want to live." Mr. Mo stared at the man dragged by two people in the field. The blood shed a bright red trace on the ground. He still opened his eyes and held the scimitar. 'S hand quietly tightened.

Even if he was seriously injured, he still hasn't let go of his weapon and is always ready to--

The messenger finally brought the message, and the two who dragged him looked at each other, let go of their hands, and allowed the man to stand up again.They did not know that they recovered a life.

It took the man a little time to barely climb from the ground. Soon afterwards, Mr. Mo was finally able to observe the slave kneeling at his feet at close range.

He gave him the name of a dog, a watchdog for hell.

The cheers finally reached the peak. The man with the axe almost split the opponent in half. The referee announced the victory. Someone immediately went up and dragged the loser who had not fully swallowed, and threw him into the cage holding the beast.

Mr. Mo sighed, put down the teacup, and said to Kelberus: "How do you feel?"

"..." Corberus couldn't help tightening in his throat, whispering, "Nothing feels."

Moore finally couldn't help but ask, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Nothing else, just come over and strengthen the lower aisle. After all, business matters." Mr. Mo stood up and a black door appeared out of thin air behind him. The fluctuations in space energy were heart-wrenching.

"Let's go." He didn't look at anyone again, only said, "Remember to bring me some tea next time you come to me."

Mr. Mo's figure disappeared into the door. Kelberus couldn't hold back, and finally looked at the wrestling field that had sucked his sweat and blood under his eyes before he followed him.

"Speaking and walking, it's really enough for you." Moore complained, but he didn't dare to say anything.

This man named Mr. Mo has almost magical abilities. As long as it is the world he has visited, the world where the casino is located can be connected to it, so that people in this world can also go to the casino.In this way, Mr. Mo expanded the casino business to the horrible scale of today in just a few years.

In the same way, such a channel has also brought a lot of business to Moore’s arena, and there is a mutually beneficial and win-win relationship between them.

After a brief flash of sight, the foreground gradually stabilized. This is a place similar to a basement, with spiral stairs descending.Mr. Mo looked back and saw that Kelberus had arrived, so he took a step and walked down.

Kelberus kept up again, and the trust in Mr. Mo made him not ask where he was going. The sight of the gladiator still gave him a lot of emotions. On that day, the master gave him a name, but until now, He didn't even know what his master was called.

So he asked, "Master, can you tell me your name?"

This question was asked once when he first became the master. The master gave him the same answer as now, but the tone is completely different now:

"The name is not important."

Mr. Mo paused and said, "Why are you so attached to this question?"

"I want to know all about you."

Mr. Mo chuckled, looked down at the steps under his feet, and said: "You know me now, you have reached the point where you no longer need to know the name?"

The two of them walked to the end of the staircase. A wall was blocked there as expected by Kelberus.

Mr. Mo walked straight over. His body passed through the wall. Korberus saw it, followed without hesitation, and passed through the wall as well.

The key-shaped pendant gleamed lavenderly in a place covered by clothes on his chest, which was not noticed by anyone.

At the other end of the wall is a square room, which is completely closed and has no air vents. On the opposite wall, a person is being shackled on the wall in a very painful posture. He lowered his head and could not see his face. The whole person showed strange weakness, but Kelberus still felt a bit familiar.

"I haven't seen you for a while, how do you feel?" Mr. Mo walked over and stopped a meter away from the man, using his cane to lift the man's chin.

The man was forced to raise his head, and Corberus recognized him—the supervisor who had been trusted by the owner in the casino.

Soon after he became the master, this person disappeared evaporatively, and never appeared again. It has been carefully counted for three years. I did not expect to see it again in this dungeon room today.

The former supervisor was very weak. For some reason, his eyes became white, and when he stared in a certain direction, it was terrifying.

He pulled out a weird smile and made a sulking voice: "Don't do useless struggles..."

"Corpelos." Mr. Mo lowered his cane, and with it the head that the supervisor was unable to support on his own, "Come."

Corberus walked behind Mr. Mo, and the young man took his hand and pressed it on the head of the supervisor.

The supervisor shivered in pain immediately, as if Kelberus, who had not begun to use force, had already squeezed his head out.

"When you first wanted to devour me, you certainly didn't expect such a day, worm mystery?"

The youth's tone was unprecedented, and a faint purple light overflowed from his hand, wrapping Kelberus' palm. When the light touched the supervisor, the man howled.The sound almost transcended the physical meaning and hit the soul directly, the pain in it made people just want to tremble with it.

An indescribable energy swallowed into the palms of Kelberus, and then went through the whole body, unexpectedly soft and warm, as if the entire soul was soaked in the hot spring pool, eliminating all the fatigue.

The figure of the supervisor suddenly became translucent, Kelberus couldn't help but open his eyes, the energy was still entering his body, the supervisor became more and more transparent, and even the sound could not be made, and in the end it was almost thin like a piece of paper .

When the figure of the director completely disappeared in front of him, the continuous energy also disappeared, and Kelberus suddenly realized that it was a person's soul, and now it has been completely absorbed by himself.

He turned his head suddenly to see Mr. Mo next to him. The young man exhaled tiredly, let go of his hand, and looked slightly tired.

A thought of horror suddenly appeared in Korberos's heart. He grabbed the hand of the young man who had not yet fallen completely, and he felt the coldness unexpectedly.

He was almost speechless: "...this was originally prepared by the master for yourself, isn't it?"

Mr. Mo earned a little light, and did not let the man let go, so he no longer resisted. He looked up at Kelberus: "Yes, this is the nutrient that I have been supporting for three years, now I will take it It’s all for you, because you will need it more than I do.”

"I only ask you to remember one thing." The young man stared into those dark honey eyes and said softly:

"No matter what happens, as long as it is alive, there is hope."

The author has something to say: The theme of the copy of this volume was originally the recovery of Fu Zhe’s fragments, and some foreshadowing and things need to be explained, so the fragments and Cole will now occupy some of the main scenes, which are in these two chapters, More on the back will be part of our protagonist group!I hope you don’t think it will be divided into primary and secondary order~

Also, the final exam is about to come, and I’m too busy to have time code words. This article has been written from May 14 to the present. It has a total of 870,000 words. It has never been broken in more than six months, but this record is estimated to be unable to continue. Well, after all, as a student, it is more important to study.

I will try my best when it can be updated. If it is not updated at six o'clock in the morning, it will not be changed today. I hope you will understand.

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