Li Aili stood before the arena, staring expressionlessly at the enormous promotional advertisement—[Who is the strongest gladiator king?!]
Below are two huge posters. One shows a figure posing with two daggers, his gaze cold and ruthless, exuding the aura of "I am the king of assassins."
Even a fool could tell that after being sent to the arena, this guy wasn't panicked at all; on the contrary, he was overjoyed...
When Li Ai Li learned that Charles had been sent to the gladiatorial arena, she came up with more than a dozen ways to "switcheroo" him and save his life.
But the prerequisite is—that idiot Charmont doesn't fight his way to the finals!!!
Think about it, is it easier to steal from a small fry in the arena, or to steal from a 'King of Gladiators Supernova'?
Li Aili suffered a heart attack, and both Charles and Assange were incredibly adept at making things difficult for her in every way.
Wendy Shane rushed over in a panic, "Tonight's the duel, and the tickets are all sold out! What do we do?"
Li Aili turned her head, holding her breath, maintaining a smile. However, that smile clearly made Wendy Shani stand three steps away from her.
“Honey, maybe you should look for scalpers. Oh, maybe that’s not what you call them here, but you should know what they are.”
Li Aili's smiling, emerald-green eyes swept across the crowd outside the arena, quickly locking onto her target.
"That's the kind of people they are; they definitely have tickets for tonight."
Wendy Shani followed the slender, white finger and indeed saw several people weaving through the crowd like street urchins.
"Oh! It's those ticket scalpers!"
She instinctively reached out to walk over, but stopped abruptly halfway, and then awkwardly jogged back to Li Aili.
"But...but we don't have the local currency..."
Upon hearing this, Li Aili seemed to have heard something unbelievable.
As we all know, the world's common currencies are gold, silver, and copper coins.
“Because Quesang issued his own currency…” Wendy Shani pointed to a small shop selling kobold-headed sausages in the Colosseum.
The customer at the window handed over a thin banknote and received a hot grilled sausage.
Li Aili took a deep breath. "Quisan isn't a closed-off city; there are many outsiders here. There must be a currency exchange nearby."
Wendy Shane looked hesitant to speak again.
Li Aili felt that the smile on her face was about to burst out.
"What's wrong now?"
Wendy Shani said dryly, "The exchange rate here... is a rip-off, a really rip-off, extremely rip-off..."
Li Aili: "…………"
The Duchess mentally reassured herself, "It's alright, saving lives is the priority."
“Okay!” Wendy Shani took out her money bag and was about to leave.
Just then, Leslie returned with a livid face, having gathered information.
As soon as he arrived, he couldn't help but complain about the drows of Quesang City, "Damn it, what kind of serious illness do these drows have? They won't take gold coins, they only want Quesang coins!"
"The scariest thing isn't that they spend paper money! The scariest thing is the exchange rate here!"
"10,000 gold coins can be exchanged for 1 Quesang coin!"
Li Aili: "!!!"
Leslie laughed in exasperation, "These damned drow could have just robbed us, but instead they gave you a few pieces of worthless paper they printed themselves!"
Upon hearing the shocking exchange rate, Li Aili grabbed Wendy Shani, who was on her way to the currency exchange.
When the Duke saw his wife looking at him with those suffocatingly green eyes and sweetly calling him "husband," his rationality vanished.
By the time he came to his senses, he had already cornered a half-demon in a dark alley and kicked him hard.
The half-demon, who was so swollen that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, burst into tears and choked out a wad of Quesang banknotes.
Leslie, who was standing behind the Duke as a lookout, immediately and skillfully stepped forward to take the money...
Their teamwork was so skillful it was almost heartbreaking.
"How many?" Arthur closed his eyes.
I have this urge to bury the whole Quesang on the spot to cover up my dark history.
Having been an adventurer, Leslie no longer had any psychological burden regarding this.
But that doesn't prevent him from understanding the Duke's feelings at this moment.
When he first became an adventurer, he still retained the pride of an elf. But no bad habit can't be cured by skipping a few meals.
Leslie counted the banknotes. "2129. This amount is more than enough to live on in the city, but to enter the arena... I'm afraid it won't even be enough for a ticket."
The Duke's face visibly darkened.
"I mean, if we sneak into the currency exchange..."
Duke: "..."
The Duke's complexion visibly improved.
Just as Leslie thought the man had agreed to his plan, he heard the Iron-Blooded Duke, who inspired fear even in the Empire on the surface of the world, say in a slightly boastful tone:
"I am married."
Leslie: "...?"
Arthur couldn't help but smile slightly. "Therefore, the assets will be managed by my wife."
Leslie: "..."
Leslie: "…………" Are you out of your mind?!
Leslie thought through all the happiest moments of her life before she managed to keep from yelling.
"So, Your Excellency, who is married and therefore has lost control of your personal property, shall we continue?" Leslie asked with a smile, finally unable to resist breaking down and beginning to spew venom.
Duke: "..."
The Duke decisively added the 'Tankar Elves' to his list of the races he hated most, bar none.
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