Chapter 103 The Loyal Dog Knight (2)

The eyes of everyone in the Colosseum were drawn to it.

The black cloth was lifted by someone next to the iron cage.

The figure inside revealed.

The young man was tall and slender, and every bone and muscle in his body was just right, containing terrifying explosive power.

His hands and feet were tied with special shackles, glowing with a black-golden luster, indestructible.

Compared with ordinary shackles, they are expensive and heavier, making them difficult to move.

He sat in the iron cage, causing many nobles to poke their heads out and exclaim.

"I have never seen such shackles. It seems that this slave is very dangerous."

"Tsk tsk, interesting..."

Before throwing slaves to the Colosseum, there will always be a speech.

Probably they all tell about the origin of the slaves, so that the gentry and nobles from all walks of life can make a bet.

The person who lifted the black cloth said loudly:
"This is the slave we captured, from the Blackwater tribe!"

Blackwater tribe.

They are a tribe that has been wandering since birth.

Without a hometown, wandering around.

No one knows where they came from.

All I know is that they are ferocious and aggressive, and they are born with a terrifying power higher than ordinary people.

The sources of slaves in the Colosseum were either defeated captives or illegal capture.

What they like to capture most is the slaves of the Blackwater tribe.

However, the Blackwater tribe generally lived in groups.

To capture it, the financial and human resources required are unpredictable.

But as long as it is successful, the entire Colosseum can be upgraded, attracting more nobles to come here, and earn back all the money invested...

really.

When the boy's identity was announced, the audience was in an uproar.

They have all only heard of the reputation of the Blackwater Tribe, and have never seen the real people.

Their eyes all looked at the boy.

His eyes were blood red, like a beast, and he exuded a dangerous aura.

Half of the cheek is a terrifying tattoo.

Extending all the way to the neck, there are large black traces outlining the shape.

As if there is a huge beast inhabiting it, it will wake up every moment.

At this moment, well-dressed waiters in suits rushed out from all directions.

Holding trays and chips in their hands, they walked in the direction of the auditorium and private rooms.

The audience took out their gold coins and began to place bets.

Some people are eager to try and are very interested in the slaves of the Blackwater tribe.

"I bet on the slaves of the Blackwater Tribe!"

There were also people who didn't believe the legend of the Blackwater Tribe, and their tone was disdainful.

"It's just a weak chicken. It's not as strong as the slave just now. It's probably a gimmick in the Colosseum. I bet on the lion!"

The atmosphere in the Colosseum was extremely lively.

The waiters shuttled through the crowd, and the chips on the tray gradually became less and less.

The trays were heavy with bags of gold coins.

Outside the door of Qianqiu's private room, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Qian Qiu said lazily.

Qian Qiu thought it was just an ordinary bet, but he didn't expect that the waiter who came in was not ordinary.

He is slender, with a collar around his neck and a chain attached.

It has bunny ears on its head and a fluffy bunny tail on its tail.

He came in with a tray, looking shy.

The maid immediately screamed, "Where did the rabbit come from, our lady has a fiancé, get out of here!"

The waiter said timidly: "But, it is indeed what the princess said... I want the best service all over again."

The bunny waiter is one of the services.

(End of this chapter)

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