freenovelworld Chapter 485 Order
Chapter 485 Order
Chapter 485 Order
Ancient and massive stone bricks lay out one by one at your feet.
It is truly unimaginable how this magnificent arena could have been built thousands of years ago.
Leo's weapons were confiscated, his hands and feet were bound by shackles, and he was slowly ascended inside the circular building, led by a guard holding a spear.
If others saw his appearance, they would surely conclude that he was a slave.
But he was not a slave.
Because of his repeated victories in the arena, his threat level could no longer be ignored.
Therefore, these slightly insulting tools are needed to reduce Leo's threat.
Leo could actually swear he wouldn't riot, but these people probably wouldn't believe him.
If Leo really wanted to escape, he did have options.
However, asking a great being for help with overly complex tasks may come at a heavy price.
As for Leo, there's not much attractive cost left.
Becoming a gladiator and fighting in the arena was a risk Leo chose to take after careful consideration, and also a punishment he was forced to accept.
Fortunately, perhaps the calamity is coming to an end.
The guards led Leo to a man, whom Leo guessed was the Lord of Lieyang City, who had come to watch the match.
The arrival of the city lord always excites the owners of the arena; otherwise, it would be impossible to hold such a grand event.
They also arranged a long-planned competition, just to make the city lord happy.
Leo understood that once he was summoned by the city lord, his unfortunate period might finally come to an end.
Leo was confident in his eloquence, and besides, he had plenty of leverage.
Finally, he arrived at a door.
Four fully armed soldiers and knights stood guard at the gate.
The guards escorting Leo immediately bowed and explained their purpose to them.
One of the handsome men, with a thin sword tucked into his waistband, pushed open the door and entered.
A moment later, he came out.
"Go inside," the man said.
The guard nodded and was about to lead Leo inside.
The man reached out to stop him, saying, "Only he needs to go in; you can leave now."
"But this person is dangerous," the guard explained.
"You mean to say that we soldiers are not as skilled as you?"
The guard's face stiffened, and he hurriedly handed over the keys to Leo's handcuffs and leg irons before bowing and backing away.
After that, Leo followed the man into the room.
This is a luxurious house. I never expected that this building, which has weathered so many years, would have such luxurious and exquisite decorations.
The floor was covered with a golden carpet, and the walls on both sides were covered with various beast head specimens.
A soft, long sofa sits in the middle, and in front of it, a low fruit table is laden with juicy, sweet fruits such as grapes, oranges, lychees, and pineapples.
At the same time, Leo also saw a man lounging on the sofa, holding a purple drink in one hand, the crystal-clear liquid swirling in the flawless triangular cup.
The man had blond hair, and although his clothes were thin, the deep red and dark gold tones perfectly highlighted his noble temperament.
Just as Leo was engrossed in watching, the warrior beside him suddenly picked up a key and unlocked all the shackles binding Leo.
Leo looked at the warrior with some surprise, only to find that the warrior simply gestured forward.
Seeing this, Leo could only nod, rubbing his wrist as he walked forward.
Leo stopped when he reached the side and front of the blond man.
It was the first time he had seen the person in front of him, but he knew who the person was.
Leo immediately performed a standard curtsy: "Lord of the Holy City."
John Justinian, the Holy Lord of Sun City and a descendant of the Justinian family, the royal family of the previous dynasty.
John merely lifted his eyelids slightly, glanced at Leo, and then waved for Leo to sit on a small stool next to him.
Then, I continued watching the match below.
Seeing this, Leo could only nod and then sat down somewhat awkwardly.
Silence fell over the room.
This situation is the most difficult to endure.
Just as Leo was getting restless, a deafening cheer suddenly erupted from outside the stands in front of him.
Leo couldn't help but turn his head to look.
A chaotic brawl is taking place inside the arena.
Twenty people wielding various weapons were fighting each other in the arena.
Only one person can survive, so everyone must fight with all their might, even resorting to underhanded tactics.
There's no such thing as honor there; it's all about winning or dying.
Leo was glad he hadn't participated in that kind of brawl yet, but if he continued to be a gladiator here, he would have to join such a competition sooner or later.
On the field, a man with no fists is raising his head high, demanding cheers and rewards from the audience.
Leo guessed that the head must have been ripped off by the man using brute force.
Hmm, this is a terrible person.
"He's a star player in this arena."
Suddenly, a sound reached Leo's ears.
He quickly turned his head and looked at John Justinian.
John didn't look at Leo; he simply picked up his glass and took a sip of the wine.
After a moment, John continued, "His name is Brian, people call him 'The Lively One.' Brian got his name because his reactions during the killing were so eye-catching. To be honest, I used to like him, but he was always the same—violent enough, but not at all admirable."
Listening to the words of the Holy City Lord, Leo wasn't even sure if he was being addressed to him.
But he could only nod; at times like this, it was better to lose face than to upset others.
Just then, John looked at Leo: "As for you, your fighting style is always ingenious, with a kind of 'fight to the death' feeling. Hmm, it's exciting to watch. If you want to continue being a gladiator, you will definitely become a star."
Perhaps John was speaking from the heart, but Leo knew he wouldn't have a second chance to speak with John in the arena.
He must seize this opportunity!
“Perhaps you are right, Lord of the Holy City,” Leo said, “but I have no interest in being a gladiator, much less a gladiator star. In fact, I am not a gladiator at all, but a free man, a merchant sponsored by the Chamber of Commerce, yet the people of this city have arrested me without my consent.”
At that moment, John's eyes sharpened: "You mean, the city I govern has security problems?"
"No, no, no, I absolutely did not mean that," Leo waved his hands repeatedly. "I just—sir, I know who you are. I don't want to be a gladiator. There's some misunderstanding between me and my so-called investor. I just hope—you can help me get justice."
John didn't speak and continued watching the game.
Leo, however, froze in his chair, not daring to say anything more.
After a long silence, John suddenly spoke up: "Since you say it's a misunderstanding, I can help mediate."
Leo, flattered, exclaimed, "My lord, you are too kind!"
"Alright, you can go back now."
After saying that, the warrior was about to take Leo away.
Leo nodded, and before leaving, he bowed deeply to John.
In this way, freedom is within reach!
Although he didn't think he had said anything particularly moving.
Suddenly, Leo noticed something: "Sir, this doesn't seem to be the way back to the barracks, does it?"
"The road is right," the soldier replied curtly. "I'm just following orders."
Upon hearing this, Leo immediately tried to recall what John's command had been.