Link felt nervous. The man knew that his name might have been seen in the arena, but how did he know that he was not the promoted court guard.

‘Only a few people in the arena know about this, who would betray him? The old manager? The agreement was reached yesterday and he was still in the honeymoon period for cooperation. It could not be him. Could it be that young manager?’

This feeling of being targeted in secret is really unpleasant.

"Who do you represent?"

"You cannot mention the name of my lord."

‘It seems that he is really a missionary, with a hidden head and tail exposed. He doesn’t even dare to say the name of the sect. Maybe it’s a cult’.

"I am called by the Lord and select reliable people to prepare for the Lord's present life."

After saying that, the man in the hood took out a bell-like item from his body.

“It will guide you.”

The man in the hood reached out and handed the bell to Link, who was alert and did not take it.

Then a magical scene happened, and the hooded man slowly disappeared from Link, but the bell still floated in the air.

This hand "turned into a living person" really shocked Link.

Link has always believed that the upper limit of the world's martial arts is around the medieval period of his previous life. At most, the knight's martial arts are more fancy, and the archers' accurate heads are more accurate.

After all, he has not encountered any decent opponents in the past six months.

A world of "low martial arts" that doesn't even have gunpowder can really make him awe.

However, the scene in front of him finally gave him a blow.

"It really disappeared? Is this an illusion or magic?" Link waved his hand at the place where the hooded man disappeared, trying to find a trace of evidence that the hooded man still existed, but unfortunately he did not find it.

All this gave Link a great impact. He looked at the bell floating in the air, unknown sects, gods, and strange magical powers. All of this was strange to Link. He told himself that if he didn't contact, he would not intersect with these uncontrollable factors.

But by some reason, he reached out to take the bell.

He hurriedly left the library and returned to the dormitory of the arena. Before he entered the house, he was taken to the old manager by the male servant waiting here.

"How was the rest today?" the old manager spoke in advance.

"A fulfilling and full day." Link thought about what he had happened in the library today, and was perfunctory about the old manager.

"Do you remember the big business I told you?"

"A big business of a golden snake coin?"

"Yes, it's just a golden snake coin. As long as you agree, you can get it after a game."

"Tell me, who will fight with this time?"

"I won't tell you the name with a reserve knight, and my strength is far inferior to you."

Hearing this, Link was curious: "Why would such an opponent be worth a Golden Snake Coin?"

"Because you have to lose!" the old manager said to Link with his eyes narrowed.

"What? I didn't promise you to play a fake game!"

Link reacted and stared at the old manager angrily.

The pirates' character of advocating freedom and despising authority has long been deeply engraved in Link's heart. He looked down on those nobles who rely on their bloodlines from the bottom of his heart. Now it is even more impossible for him to deliberately lose to them in a counterfeit game.

If his subordinates know, they might look down on Link.

"It's just a battle. How long will it take for you to earn a Golden Snake Coin?"

"It's not a matter of money, I won't agree."

"I am no longer a slave to the arena!"

Link reminded the old manager firmly.

Link, who was already ready to run away, officially broke up with the old manager. Without the constraints of slave contracts, he felt that the sky was high and the earth was wide and he could go.

The old manager stared at Link like a geek, as if thinking about how to vent the prey.

"No gladiator can reject me in this arena."

Link looked at him and snorted coldly with disdain.

"This game will be the day after tomorrow. If you play normally, you may not be able to win."

After a while, the old manager said to Link as if nothing had happened.

‘The old manager who has always been strong actually let me go easily this time. This is very abnormal.’

When Link faced the old manager's reluctance, he did not relax his vigilance.

After the disagreement, when Link left, the old manager called his young manager.

"Before the game the day after tomorrow, keep an eye on Link, and tell the reserve Knight named Alvin to prepare a full set of equipment, including his mount."

"Cast? Sir, but we didn't prepare Link's mount." The young manager was still wondering if this wasn't a two-person fight?

"I didn't say I wanted to match him with a horse. He just had to lose honestly."

The old manager looked calm, "Don't want to lose? I will create conditions and make you lose!"

Back in the dormitory, Link first told his subordinates to be more stable in the past two days and not cause trouble. He always felt that the old manager would not let him go so easily, and his mind to run away became increasingly uncontrollable.

‘The worst thing is that after a beat, I don’t believe what else can you do to me when you leave Fengyu City!’

Lying on the bed, Link sorted out his experience today. First, he met a strange missionary in the library. He didn't know whether he used magic or illusion, but he could disappear directly. This is the biggest impact on Link at present.

Then he broke up with the old manager. As soon as he got free, he had a disagreement the day after reaching an agreement with the old manager. "I'm really not a qualified worker."

"Dingding..."

Suddenly, a sound came from Link's mind.

‘Why does it sound so much like the ringtone of a cell phone in your previous life?’

Link was still wondering the source of the voice, and suddenly remembered the bell on his body.

Looking around vigilantly, closing the doors and windows tightly, and after confirming that they are safe, Link carefully took out the bell.

"Dingding..."

There was another prompt sound. Link looked at the bell and suddenly felt dazed. A panel appeared in his mind, with several animal patterns flashing on it. It should be that they were making prompt sounds.

Link moved his mind and controlled himself to point a flashing animal, the gray rabbit, and then a sound came out.

Gray Rabbit: Is there a newcomer?

Gray Rabbit: Why doesn’t he speak? Is he so rude?

Grey Rabbit: Hey, the big Grey Rabbit speaks!

The panel in my mind was filled with the voice transmission of this gray rabbit-like character, and the sound was a little distorted, and it seemed to have been processed, but it could be heard that the other party should be a young woman.

"Big Greyhound? Who is she talking about?"

Link looked on the panel strangely and found that there was a canine's avatar under the panel.

Link looked dark. If he was not mistaken, the canine avatar, which was obviously a circle larger than the gray rabbit avatar, should represent himself.
Chapter completed!