Chapter 73: I Will Never Again Raise Slaughter Against an Innocent Person

On the sand of the gladiatorial arena.

Facing the order of the master of all the slaves in the gladiatorial arena, who was also the lord of the City of Slaves, Thirteen finally straightened his huge body under the expectant gaze of the audience.

At this moment, he was covered in wounds, and blood flowed down his muscle lines, dripping onto the sand to form pools of dark red blood.

Tap, tap, tap.

The slaves who had just been waving their weapons hard retreated several steps, watching him vigilantly.

Because as fellow slaves, they who had seen Butcher's slaughter performances one after another deeply understood that even if Butcher was seriously injured, he could easily twist their heads off in an instant.

This was the absolute momentum shaped by Butcher's victory in hundreds of life-and-death struggles.

"Butcher!"

"Butcher!"

The audience cheered again, the cheers like a tsunami drowning everything, enough to make any warrior's heart surge.

However, Thirteen did not attack the slaves, but looked up at the dense crowd of people above.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, the thick neck muscles bulged, and he shouted at everyone with all his strength:

"I will never again raise slaughter against any innocent person!"

His voice was low and determined, echoing in every corner of the gladiatorial arena like thunder.

At this moment when the voice was heard, everyone in the entire gladiatorial arena was stunned.

Some of the audience were dull, some were shocked to the point of widening their eyes, and the slaves on the sand also had their weapons fall out of their hands in shock.

Even the nobles high above, some were so surprised that they let go of the wine glasses in their hands.

Clang!

The muddy glass wine glass shattered all over the floor, also reminding Sir Saimen, who was stunned because a slave dared to disobey his order.

"I am not a butch..."

Before Thirteen could say anything else, a giant palm gathered by blood-red magic power fell from the high platform and slammed into him.

Boom!

Accompanied by a huge explosion, a giant pit was instantly blown out on the sand, and Thirteen was buried at the bottom of the pit, life or death unknown.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am very sorry; our gladiator had a little problem today, and the Man-Lion Battle is postponed for one day."

The voice of Sir Saimen, who was suppressing his anger, came from above the gladiatorial arena.

"Refund, this is a dark operation!"

"I'm not betting anymore, this must be the Man-Eating Demon Lion winning!"

People in the audience seats who had come to their senses roared one after another.

They spent a lot of money to come to the gladiatorial arena to watch the performance and place bets, just to watch a slaughter feast and get rich overnight, not to listen to a slave preaching to them!

"... Dear guests, the ticket price for this time is all free, and you can place bets again later."

After taking several deep breaths, Sir Saimen Kelai had to grit his teeth before squeezing out this sentence.

It was already difficult for him to calculate how many gold Sol he had lost, but that was definitely an astronomical figure that ordinary people couldn't imagine.

This was simply taking his life!

Even if he was already an honorary Count and a war hero, he was still an orthodox Kelai person!

Just like what the sage Frankin of the Kelai people said—you can take my life, but you can't take my coins.

Afterwards, accompanied by the audience leaving one after another, this farce temporarily came to an end.

"Call the person in charge of Butcher to me!" Saimen gritted his teeth and said.

He wanted to see which bastard had led his strongest slave, whom he had painstakingly cultivated, astray.

A moment later, in a hall decorated extremely luxuriously.

The floor was covered with a deep red velvet carpet, embroidered with golden vine and flower patterns, heavy silk curtains hung on the windows, and a huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, with hundreds of crystal pendants as bright as stars, refracting seven-colored light...

Every corner here was telling of the unparalleled financial resources of its owner.

"Is it you who turned my Butcher into a righteous partner in a fairy tale?" Saimen sat on the main seat, coldly staring at the man kneeling below.

"No, no, no... Sir Saimen, you know me; where would I have the guts!"

Benson was so scared that his face turned blue; he knocked his head against the floor with a thud, and soon a smear of bright red blood flowed from his forehead.

"Hmph, I assume you don't have the guts."

Seeing this scene, Saimen's anger dissipated a little.

"If it weren't for the fact that you are a Kelai person like me, I would have thrown you into the beast room to feed the magical beasts long ago!"

"Tell me everything about your conversation with Butcher before going on stage; if I find out you missed a word, I'll slaughter you!" Saimen said viciously.

"Yes, I said to Butcher at that time..." Benson answered tremblingly.

After listening to his account, Saimen fell into deep thought.

He had already confirmed that Butcher's change in thinking was not caused by Benson.

But then who could it be? It couldn't be that someone could talk to Butcher across the dungeon!

As for Butcher thinking of it himself... it was also impossible; a person born a slave who had long been accustomed to slaughter, how could he feel that slaughter was a sin?

Forget it, as a businessman, his top priority right now was not to confirm the culprit, but to minimize the loss.

"Throw that Butcher into the most crowded slave room; if he can kill them all, give him a weapon; if he can't... hehe, let him fight the Man-Eating Demon Lion empty-handed tomorrow."

Saimen's eyes turned cold, full of murderous intent.

In a huge dungeon.

It was crowded with hundreds of slaves; the originally spacious space became narrow and crowded, and the slaves were squeezed together like goods, with almost no space for activity.

Their bodies were pressed against each other, sweat mixed with dirt, and a foul smell permeated the air.

The faces of the slaves were full of fatigue and despair, their eyes hollow and numb, as if they had long lost all desire as humans.

"Get in there, you!"

Five guards carried Thirteen, who was covered in wounds, with difficulty, and then used all their strength together to throw him into the cell.

Bang!

His huge body fell into the dungeon, making a loud landing sound, startling the slaves in the dungeon to flee in fear in the direction away from him.

After all, they had either heard of or seen with their own eyes the terror of "Butcher", and were afraid that if the other party was dissatisfied, he would kill them at will.

"Damn, heavier than a magical beast!"

The guards left cursing.

At this time, a figure with a complex expression came to the dungeon.

Seeing that person, the slaves in the dungeon all shrank into a ball in fear.

Because the other party was the supervisor of the dungeon—Benson Kelai; they had all been whipped by him to a greater or lesser extent.

"Thirteen, I know you are still awake; with your physique, even if you received so many attacks, even if you took a palm from Sir Saimen, you would never die easily," Benson said slowly.

However, to his disappointment, the giant just closed his eyes and lay on the ground without moving, as if he had died long ago.

But he knew that Thirteen just didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Sigh... the benevolent Sir Saimen gave you another chance; as long as you can kill all the other slaves in this cell, you will get healing and weapons, otherwise... tomorrow you can only fight the Man-Eating Demon Lion empty-handed."

After saying this, Benson left with a sigh, leaving only the dying giant in the dungeon behind.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 74 =====