Surprisingly, none of Assange's old acquaintances came to see how the weak mage had suddenly become a legendary assassin...
Just as Charmon was absentmindedly eating his beans, a squad of fully armed drow guards stormed into the gladiator's rest hall.
These people were dressed in gleaming mithril armor, armed to the teeth.
"What happened?" Charles asked belatedly, bewildered.
On his other side sat a nonchalant orc hybrid.
The orc-hybrid glanced at it, then used his fork to skewer beans and eat. "Oh, we have a new boss again. He's probably just here to say hello."
The orc thought for a moment and added, "Don't worry about it, it'll probably be changed again next month."
The gladiator opposite the orc whistled, "I wonder which big shot made a move, causing us to change bosses three times in two months."
Those seated at the long table at the banquet all nodded in agreement.
Charles belatedly realized what was happening and nodded along, "Yeah, that's amazing. I wish I could be that good."
That way they won't be caught, and maybe they can even save Assange...
He thought to himself dejectedly.
Step, step, step.
Footsteps approached.
Everyone looked over.
Then, a nobleman named Drow, whose expression was somewhat deranged, walked in.
She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and every item of her attire clearly demonstrated her noble status.
But her words and actions were like those of a madwoman: "Ha~haha~~I am your master this month."
"Ah, but don't worry about it. Maybe we only need to spend a month together, right?"
After uttering these two incoherent sentences, the new master of the arena staggered away.
But as she reached the door, she seemed to suddenly remember to stand up, slapping her forehead, "Look at me, I almost forgot to say the most important thing."
"Ah, today is the final of the 'King of Gladiators' competition, and a very important person is coming to watch the match."
She looked at Assange with eyes full of malice, as if they were poisoned, and said, "That's my mother."
After saying that, she smiled eccentrically, "So, Assange, aren't you happy? Your mother has come to see you."
You damned bastard!
However, Assange slowly, very slowly tilted his head.
who?
Who is that?
Instantly, the seventh young lady of the Quinn family frowned, but she smiled.
Her smile was a deliberate imitation of her mother's, resembling a snarling viper.
"It's okay, you'll 'remember' when the game is over today."
After saying that, he left in a daze.
Charles watched the other person's departing figure.
The orc beside her asked in a worried whisper, "What? You know her? No, do you have a grudge against her?"
Charles slowly shook his head.
The orc scratched his head, "Then why do you look so worried?"
"I'm worried... her mental state doesn't seem like it'll last another month," Charles said slowly.
Orc: "..."
Charles, fearing he wouldn't understand, continued to explain, "I'm afraid she'll be replaced in half a month."
The orc, a beat too slow, shut his companion's 'jinx'.
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