Chapter 11 Roni
"Okay, now we're even." "No, not yet."
Clang, the iron block hit the ground crisply.
A figure stepped on the sand in the cage and gradually walked towards the sunny side.
It was still early, and spots of light fell on her sandy blonde hair, illuminating her healthy skin.
The cage door was at least two Melias high, and the visitor stood lazily on the dividing line between light and shadow, making the spacious cage seem cramped.
The woman in the cage had bandages wrapped around her limbs, and thin leather armor fixed to her sturdy shoulders and waist, generously exposing her chest covered with red emblems.
Even with such restrained movements, her limbs still brimmed with potential explosive power. She could easily snap the attacker's neck with just a single thrust.
No matter who it is.
So tall...must be over 1.9 meters!
Melia couldn't help swallowing, her legs unconsciously retreating. If she stood next to this person, even Elena would look a little petite, right?
Her eyes drifted around, not daring to look directly at the prominent plumpness, and only dared to glance at the wheat-like hair ends.
When the woman stood in front of the cage door, Mario breathed a sigh of relief, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead desperately: "Okay, Ronnie, this is my niece I told you about last time. Her name is..."
"Meliya, I remember." Ronnie's eyes were like cooled lava, dark brown with a hint of dark red.
Melia was shocked by such a look.
"Uncle...where is he?!" She looked back helplessly, but there was no one around.
"I've hung the key on the door for you. Don't play too hard!" The voice gradually faded away, and Mario was nowhere to be seen.
Play? Play what? Wrestle with such a strong older sister, break my neck, and be buried at the same time as Muala? I'd even save on the buy-one-get-one-free offer.
Melia's mouth twitched, and she took the key from the cage door and looked into Ronnie's eyes.
Dark red eyes, Ronnie...
The Rose Princess in my mind slowly turned, and paragraphs automatically lit up.
After a few seconds, Melia blinked and suddenly realized.
It turns out that he is Elena's future adjutant, and at this point in time he is still a gladiator in the arena.
She is the first person trusted by the heroine in the story. She stands by the heroine from beginning to end and has unquestionable loyalty.
Melia waved her hand, and Taffy understood and hid in the shadows, leaving them some private space.
"Um, hello?"
The emerald eyes appeared clear and transparent in the sunlight, without any trace of sin.
Ronnie climbed onto the railing and gently pressed her abdomen against it: "Do you like to talk first?"
No, what else?
I always feel that the temperature is a bit scorching... Melia took out a handkerchief and wiped her face: "Ahem, we made an appointment, right?"
Please tell me quickly, what are you and the original owner doing here? Performing magic?
“…”
The other person's deep eyes blinked, and her eyelashes cut her innocent face.
The girl before him was so different from his previous impression. The girl who smiled happily, gave a thumbs-down gesture, and shouted "Kill her!" actually had such a gentle and shy side?
Even so, Ronnie still put on a false smile.
She straightened her upper body again, released the iron bars with both hands, and returned to the straw in the middle of the cage under the girl's gaze.
Then he sat down leisurely, one hand on the ground, and with the other hand he lifted half of his robe. "Of course it's agreed. Master Mario said you are willing to pay me 200 gold coins. It's really a windfall that I can't refuse."
Her honey-like thighs were exposed to the air, and her smock made of coarse linen was stained with sweat.
Ronnie was obviously full of charm. She leaned lazily against the corner of the cage door like a sleepy leopard.
"Come in, are you in control or am I in control?"
Amidst her dry mouth, Melia felt a surge of deep frustration: Meow meow, what on earth did the original owner do?!
Under Ronnie's meaningful gaze, the little head collided violently with the iron railings!
"Ouch...Ouch." Melia covered her forehead and hissed, "Why should I give you 200 gold coins?"
Her voice sounded pitiful, as if she had really lost her memory.
The smile on Ronnie's face was uncontrollable and genuine: "It's definitely worth it. I'm the champion."
Not to mention the most direct physical collisions, the □□ of famous gladiators is in short supply.
Blood, sweat or something else, as long as the arena promises it's the real thing, there are plenty of buyers seeking mysterious effects willing to pay.
Melia from the Muala family... there is no way I can refuse.
"champion!"
As expected, a look of longing quickly appeared on the little girl's face.
But the next second, the voice became harsh: "You are already a champion, cherish yourself!"
Melia rapped the lock with righteous indignation. Although they were all slaves, gladiators were much more respectable than ordinary slaves. If they were stars who consistently won battles, their private treatment was close to that of nobility.
Since Ronnie is already a gladiator champion, why would she sell her body for 200 gold coins?
She lowered her eyes as if she had thought of something: "Could it be...Is it because I forced you to do that?"
At this moment, Ronnie almost couldn't control her emotions.
She had to look away, not to look into those too pure eyes: “No, I’m short of money.”
"Really? How could that be!"
"real."
It’s a bit difficult to make a girl who grew up in a honeypot believe that “even a gladiator champion will be short of money”.
Ronnie cheered herself up and smiled again: "I'm only a few years away from my 100th battle. I have to collect enough gold coins to bribe all the owners before then."
There is an unwritten rule in the Colosseum that, except for the monarch who can declare a star gladiator a free man on special holidays, any gladiator can win his freedom by winning 100 games.
This requirement seems simple and clear, but it is very complex.
If the arena owner is too greedy, he might arrange for insurmountable enemies in the final few rounds, or even let the gladiators fight against strange beasts with their bare hands, letting the audience watch the tragic death of the consecutive winners and earning a lot of gold coins.
"Buying" one's own life in advance is a stupid method circulated among gladiators.
This reason was normal, and Ronnie's eyes were fixed on the key in the girl's hand.
"Ronnie." Melia called her name attentively: "Uncle Mario is not a bad person, you don't need to do this."
The arm holding the hem of the robe was very strong, but it trembled slightly at this moment.
Ronnie raised one leg in a frivolous manner and kicked it against the fence. "Really? Now that you've had a chance to take a closer look, do you think I'm not worth 200 gold coins?"
"No, you are worth far more than 200 gold coins." Melia glanced at the agile gladiator champion in the cage with some regret.
This guy is the heroine's loyal subject, so the supporting actress should just get out of here. Dare to compete with the heroine for her? She'll be stabbed and hung on a tree in the next chapter.
Besides, she wasn't planning on having anything happen with this elder sister, and she didn't want to get involved in the original owner's mess.
Melia lifted her skirt and turned around leisurely: "I can see a bright future for you. Please wait patiently for fate to favor you."
After that, she turned her back to the gladiator and bared her teeth: This charlatan's words are so good! Next time, try to use a similar sentence to fool the heroine~
Clang.
The crisp sound made her turn her head, and the hypocritical smile on the gladiator's face completely faded, and his lips were stretched into a line.
Snap—the middle pole was bent with force. Ronnie stretched her arms out of the cage and grabbed her skirt tightly: "Meliya."
She also called her name: "Do you really respect me?"
"Of course, I know you don't want to do that."
"What if I say I do?"
The dark red pupils stared at him, as if a leopard had locked onto its prey.
Melia trembled her lips: "You, you are lying... I don't believe it."
"What do you mean? I don't need to lie to you." Ronnie pressed her whole body against the cage, dragging her over, her face getting closer and closer: "You said, I don't need 200 gold coins."
Although his face was stern and cold, it was tinged with a smile that could be described as gentle and charming.
"Because, because..." Melia swallowed the saliva in her mouth hard, and suddenly an idea came to her mind.
She held Roni's arm with her backhand, rubbed it twice, and wiggled her tongue in the most greasy tone: "Girl~ Your eyes can't lie~"
Hiss—almost at the same second the words fell, the arm that was holding the skirt shrank back.
Melia grabbed the thing and almost jumped out several steps, then breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, I made the right bet. If I were to be trapped outside the cage and pushed up and down by this weird champion... Oh, don't even think about it!
She flapped her skirt and stepped to the other side, but behind her she heard the sound of hands hitting the iron cage.
"Meliya!"
Ronnie called her name again, this time seriously: "If you really don't want to, take the deposit."
"No, I breached the contract..."
"Here are 100 gold coins."
"I feel so embarrassed. I have to compensate you 50 at least~" Melia rubbed her hands awkwardly and walked back slowly.
Ronnie squatted on the ground, threw out a few strange-shaped props from the haystack, and finally dragged out a leather bag and shook it.
It was the sound of gold coins colliding.
She walked to the door with the bag and pointed at the door lock: "Open the door, I'm tired of locking it inside. A young lady like you is just playing around."
"No... not really. You should keep the money." Melia's conscience pangs. It's reasonable to ask for some psychological compensation for being pestered by such a disgusting person as the original owner.
"You want to give me alms? Haha." The other person was tall, and when he raised his face, one could only guess at the look of disgust in his eyes.
Yes, first they use threats and inducements, and when they finally succeed, they talk about respecting the order cancellation policy. It's despicable no matter how you think about it.
It's best to cut it off completely.
Melia nodded and put the key in the door lock.
Click, the door opened.
This iron door should be specially prepared for wild beasts on all fours. With Ronnie's physique, she must lie down first if she wants to enter or exit.
Melia glanced at the door frame, bent down, lowered her head, and stepped her jewel-studded shoes into the slightly damp straw.
The tall gladiator champion and the petite girl met eyes again.
They stood in the same space, yet seemed to be in completely different worlds.
Ronnie was speechless for a moment: the slave owner in front of her, whether in legend or in memory, was undoubtedly the worst kind of person.
Why was it that when such a nasty guy stood before her, she couldn't feel any disgust, but instead felt - guilty.
For what to do next.
"Okay, now we're even." Melia took the bag with a casual expression, but when she couldn't hold it with one hand, she quickly used both hands.
50 gold coins are really heavy... Let's ask Taffy to help carry them when we get out.
"No, not yet."
His broad arms almost completely enveloped Melia, blocking out the sunlight, and slowly tightened around her neck: "Miss, your life is very valuable."
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