Chapter 145 Bright Light
"Don't worry, miss."
I see. No wonder he had to fight the wolves together with such a skinny kid.
Melia couldn't say anything, this was Mario's preference for his family.
Choose the weakest one from all the prisoners to compete with your niece. After all, the warm-up match only requires you to face a sick and weak wild wolf... Maybe he has been hungry for a long time in advance and doesn't even have the strength to struggle.
She urgently needs to win the game and leave here, so she contacts Mario and asks her uncle to help contact Elena.
She wanted to destroy this wrong history - but that didn't mean she had to kill the "sacrifice" in front of her.
"Don't worry, the battle is over."
The spear tip slid down with a rustle. Melia patted his shoulder comfortingly, "If every battle ended in death, there would be no gladiators left after a few."
Even criminal slaves have economic benefits and will not be killed casually.
Of course, the victorious gladiator could kill the defeated one amidst the cheers of the audience, gaining greater prestige and becoming a star gladiator in advance. But she didn't need fame, so she just let him go.
She turned around and raised her right hand toward the stands: "Everyone, the winner is decided."
The audience, all pointing their fingers, suddenly fell silent. The winner could indeed let the loser go, but shouldn't the decision be made by the host? Some booed out of habit, but the majority remained silent, lowering their arms.
Forget it, the loser is still so young, and the winner is not a real gladiator, so I might as well look forward to the next battle.
Mario ran out from the other side of the stands, sweating profusely. He almost lost a shoe and raised his hand to signal the guard.
The strong man at the fence immediately put down his weapon when he saw the gesture, and pulled the fence mechanism with both hands and rolled it hard.
Saved.
The little girl gradually relaxed, picking up her weapon from the ground in a daze. There was no need to fight anymore.
Really? I don't have any backing, and the only one who doesn't have to fight is Miss Melia. It's so nice, having someone to protect and favor me, hiding in my room without having to fight. But I'm different. Can the beast fighting show really survive in the future?
Why should she get out alive? It's not fair.
Negative emotions flashed through my mind, originally just a fleeting thought. However, a thought suddenly grasped the smallest option.
【kill--】
A huge amount of text flashed through the girl's mind, and she couldn't see the specific content clearly, but her body had already broken her spirit and drove her forward.
Kill, kill Melia.
Kill the guy in front of me - I can't survive, and neither can she.
One step, two steps, three steps, the world becomes slow in my eyes, and my heart beats desperately to pump blood.
Yes, you can. It really is possible.
The fate that had never favored the girl now smiled. Melia turned her back to her, her body relaxed, even her weapon dropped to the ground. The audience around her exclaimed, covering up her swift and violent advance.
clang--
Why was she blocked again? The girl couldn't even lift her head. This time, her entire body flew up.
The sky is so blue.
Boom! She fell heavily to the ground, rolled over, and dropped her spear, completely fainting.
"Huff, huff, huff...Miss, are you okay?!" His chest heaving violently, Taffy retracted his legs and ran anxiously to Melia.
Melia touched her hair in a daze: "Taffy?! Why are you here?!" The fairy was not so kind, and the manipulated script would definitely separate her and Taffy.
Unless... during the time she was skipped, everyone was free to move around.
Yes, it's very possible. If a false history wants to deceive the world, it must advance every day just like real history. The fairies are all asleep, and this autonomous miracle magic can't control everyone's every minute and every second.
Taffy playfully pulled out a necklace from his bosom: "I just stole some noble's jewelry, so of course it should be here."
Ilitte's roar could be heard from the stands. She slammed the stone steps hard. "Give it back quickly! Are you going to strangle someone with this thing? I'm warning you, don't! That's my new necklace!!"
"Hey, give it back quickly~" Melia pushed Taffy's shoulder, and the two of them came to the stands together and carefully handed the necklace to Ilite.
The fence was fully opened, and the gladiators for the next match entered one after another, attracting the attention of the audience.
Ilit whispered in her ear, "Run away, tonight."
…
Late at night, a figure sneaked out of the house and walked on the stone slabs with familiarity. He obviously knew the patrol route of the guards, and after many twists and turns, he successfully entered the animal shed.
"Oh no, oh no." Mario walked out of the darkness, scratching his hair anxiously: "Why did I let those bastards continue to arrange beast fights!"
Melia is my niece. It's fine if she didn't have the money to redeem her when she got into trouble, but why would she arrange it again after finally winning a game?!
He had originally planned to keep her in the dark after the victory and pretend nothing happened. Who would be so bored as to keep watching the slaves every day to see if they'd show up? If that Malakis kid dared to object, he'd punch him, or have someone punch him!
How could you be so confused that night and let someone arrange for Melia to fight a tiger tomorrow? You're crazy!
He glanced nervously downstairs. On the ground floor stood a row of cages containing wild wolves. Using wolves to execute criminals was a common method. After all, wild wolves were relatively cheap, and they could work together to take out a whole group of people.
But this time it’s different, you have to get in front of the tiger.
Clang, clang...the rusty iron railings made a teeth-grinding shaking sound.
Mario walked forward, trembling all over. "There's really no other way. I, I used a spear to poke the tiger outside and seriously injured it? That's a bit difficult. Do you want to call for help?"
Before Mario walked down the second step, he suddenly heard footsteps from behind.
A hand pressed against his shoulder: "Hey!"
"Wa ...
Asros chuckled and retracted his hand: "Haha, what are you panicking about? I think the same as you. Someone who can help me make a lot of money can't die here."
Big money? Melia can help you make big money?
Seeing Mario's frightened and timid look, Asroth shrugged: "Alright, alright, I find this ridiculous myself... Guess who gave me the instructions?"
"Who?" Mario asked a little numbly.
Asros raised his jeweled hand and gestured, "Muro, your relative. Wow, I didn't realize they have such a close relationship."
He said it lightly, but he wasn't so calm in his heart.
Muro, the adopted son of the Muala family, should be the person in the world who wants Melia dead the most. Muro would rescue Melia... perhaps for the same reason as him.
Because of the lingering illusion.
For example, those gladiators happily chasing each other on the white sand... I really want to know what they are chasing. If I can remember this after saving Melia, it would be a huge profit.
With an accomplice, Mario's steps became lighter.
He walked to the tiger cage and motioned for the expert to go first. Asros didn't refuse and pulled out something that looked like turmeric powder from his pocket. "Mix it with the meat. I guarantee the tiger will run and fall a few steps tomorrow. I'll just need a few more people to help carry it."
"That's perfect. We'll schedule it for her in the afternoon. Not many people will watch the game seriously at that time." Mario took the powder bag and poured it all into the basin.
The two people seemed to have received some kind of instructions and ran out jumping up and down.
"Hey, are you trying to starve the tiger to death? It might be dead tomorrow."
"It's okay, it's okay. Even a dead tiger will do the same."
"Hahaha."
For some reason, after throwing the poison powder, the two seemed to have triggered some kind of light-hearted funny bone, running and laughing all the way, as if they were back to the days when they were children and stole fruits from their relatives' houses together.
Whoosh—two figures rushed out from the front.
Bang! The four of them were in a chaotic mess, and finally calmed down in the darkness.
"Uncle?" Melia helped him up in surprise: "Great, can you help me run away? I want to see Elena!"
"Elena..."
Mario was still in a daze when Asros exclaimed, "You want to see the Regent? She left to support the front lines half a month ago."
"ah?"
A huge question arose: the timeline didn't match up at all. According to the current time point, Elena should become the regent in a few years.
She hurriedly asked, "Caesar... His Majesty has passed away?"
"Shh, shh!" Asros was frightened. "It's okay to talk here, but don't go out on the street and shout. No one wants to hear you."
Yes, the implication is that in this fake history, Caesar died prematurely, and the war began earlier. Rome was inevitably put on the defensive immediately after Caesar's death, and it was Elena who stepped forward to resolve the situation and ultimately become Roman emperor.
Humanity will certainly not succumb to a world-destroying disaster, so Alexandra should disguise herself as a hero and slaughter the "barbarians" and "enemies of Rome" first.
When the Roman territory expanded to its limit, everyone suddenly realized that the one leading them was not a brave emperor, but a devilish executioner.
The most crucial question is: Is Elena now Elena or Alexandra?
The mechanism of how the spinning works is still unclear, and they might be judged as two people and placed in different timelines.
Melia raised her head with clear eyes: "Uncle, can you lend me some money? I want to go to the front line."
"You're crazy!"
Mario shouted excitedly. He glanced at the dark surroundings and lowered his voice: "If you go to the battlefield, I might as well lock you up in the arena and fight rats!"
"Uncle, you don't understand." Melia spoke faster, bypassing Mario and running desperately with Taffy. When they reached the third pillar, she turned back and said, "If I don't see Elena, Rome will be finished!"
After saying that, he ran into the passage as if escaping.
"Hey, wait a minute!" What are you talking about?
Mario was so angry that he jumped on the spot, "Wait, I forgot to give the key to my niece, how can she run away without the key?" He touched his waist and thought, "Where is my big key?"
"Don't look, it was taken away by your niece's slave." Aslas patted his shoulder and pointed to a place not far away: there was a team of guards patrolling.
Haha, Mario raised his hands helplessly, the two smiled at each other, and walked towards the guards calmly.
"Thank you for your hard work. Do you want to go inside for a drink?"
…
With a click, Taffy turned the heavy key into the lock, and the two of them slipped out through the crack in the door.
Someone in the shadows seemed to have seen this scene, but the gladiator who was suspected to be a guard did not say anything, but moved inside instead.
They made their way through the haystacks, approaching the carriage parked on the side of the road. Elite actually came over in person, standing beside the carriage and waving at them: "Here, here~"
Boom, boom, boom.
The huge clock reappeared, and it made a roaring sound for the first time. Amid Melia's horrified expression, it slid quickly past 12 noon and pointed to 1:30 in the afternoon.
The wind suddenly tightened, and a hand tightly grasped her palm.
"Don't worry, miss." I won't leave you.
No matter when or where.
The author has something to say:
Thanks to Qi Shengxiao, nanaya_scarlet, and Lei Lei of Jiuse Collection~
Thanks to Xiangfeng, vanillacoele, I don't know, and I don't want to get up for the irrigation~
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