Alien Knights

"As the lord of a country, you actually went to fight!"

Sitting in the cafeteria of the research institute in the soul space, Rachel drank the draft beer in his hand, blushed, and complained loudly to Todd: "I have already opposed the plan to rescue Boyle! Now it's a good thing, you still want to pretend to be him to fight?!"

Todd explained with a wry smile: "Boyle's identity is too important...His reputation is at the peak of power among hundreds of barbarian tribes. If we can grasp this power, Muxi Kingdom can..."

"No matter how important he is, is he as important as the king of Muxi Kingdom?!" Pushing the beer glass aside, Rachel found a box of "Haagen-Dazs" from the freezer on the bar, lifted the lid, and said angrily, "You may have defeated today's opponent, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? Your enemy will only get stronger and stronger, and sooner or later you will reveal your identity!"

Todd touched the bridge of his nose and said, "I also understand the truth of long nights and dreams, so I need your help."

"Help? I thought you could handle everything by yourself." Rachel glanced at Todd, scooped up a piece of ice cream with a small spoon, put it in her mouth, and said, "This tastes good, can it be made in Muxi Kingdom?"

Picking up the lid and carefully looking at the ingredient list, Todd replied: "It may be difficult to be exactly the same, but roughly the same can still be done."

After digging another piece into her mouth, Rachel nodded and said, "That's fine, this can be used as a signboard of the "Sister Hotel", which can just make up for the lack of desserts... No, what did I want to say just now? What do you want me to do?"

"I want to learn Northland."

Rachel rolled her eyes at Todd: "Are you planning to live in the 'Red Circle' for a long time?"

The latter did not deny it: "I need to be able to communicate with other people in the "Red Circle". The language barrier is the biggest problem."

Rachel didn't respond, she ate the ice cream one bite at a time, put down her spoon and looked at Todd, and said, "I know you want to save Boyle's people, and I know you want to find out about Aisha's whereabouts. But have you ever thought about it? Now that you have Boyle's identity, his people have no value to you, and the most important thing is to get out of here as soon as possible. As for Aisha, a pirate who has no reputation and can't even guarantee her loyalty, I believe there are many people who can replace her... "

Before finishing speaking, Rachel closed her eyes and sighed after seeing the helpless look on Todd's face, "You want to say you can't do it, right?"

"Why should you shoulder responsibilities that don't belong to you?" Rachel opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her with tenderness in her eyes: "It's like climbing a mountain. There is obviously a more tricky and more convenient path. Why do you choose the most difficult and dangerous route?"

Todd shook his head slightly: "Take the mountain climbing you just mentioned as an example. Some people only see the top of the mountain when they are climbing, and they pay more attention to "I have conquered this mountain."

Tapping the rim of the paper cup with a spoon, Rachel lay on the table, looked at Todd and said, "Is the process important?"

Todd smiled. "Does the result matter?"

Seeing the woman's beautiful hair scattered on the table, Todd had a nostalgic look on his face: "Human beings only understand a truth after being exposed to death once. The so-called meaning of life has nothing to do with the material and power you possess. The key lies in whether your life is wonderful and whether you have ever walked through the most beautiful scenery..."

Rachel asked puzzled, "Is this philosophy?"

Todd shook his head and said with a smile, "It's an experience."

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"Red Circle" arena, on the first floor, management office.

The director of the arena, sitting at his desk, asked his subordinates, "Who is that traitor's next opponent?"

The latter quickly replied: "Ackerman the Stalker, he is good at using bows and arrows and throwing knives, and his running speed is unparalleled."

"Stupid!" The supervisor yelled at his subordinates: "Even the 'Flayer' who won 19 victories was defeated by that guy. What can this idiot who only knows how to use a bow and arrow do?!"

The subordinate said in embarrassment: "Boss, the schedules for the slightly more powerful gladiators recently are fully booked, and there is really no way to arrange them."

The supervisor snatched the other party's roster, looked at the list above, thought for a moment, picked up a pen and outlined the selected names one by one.

The subordinate looked at this move and asked puzzledly, "Are you...?"

After reading the selected names again, the supervisor nodded in satisfaction, and returned the roster to his subordinates: "Find out all these people above, and let them play against Boyle the day after tomorrow!"

After taking a glance at the list, the surprised subordinate said in a trembling voice: "Boss, did you make a mistake? You selected ten people in total! There are shield guards, archers, spears, and an assassin!"

The executive put his feet on the table, looked at the ceiling, and said to himself: "If one person can't beat him, what about a group of people?"

The subordinate looked at the list again, and asked again: "Boss, according to the rules of the arena, even if you fight more and less, at most it is two against one, or three against one. Ten against one, this is too..."

After glaring at his subordinates viciously, the supervisor roared, "Do you know who that Boyle is?! If he doesn't die, the red circle will have no peace! In short, in the next gladiatorial fight, he must die!"

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"Red Circle" arena, basement level, gladiator training ground.

The thin and tall young man, while playing with the throwing knife in his hand, said to the burly man holding the stone lock, "Have you heard about the wrestling in the day after tomorrow?"

The latter continued training on his own, without any intention of responding to the former.

The thin and tall man found a stone step, sat down, crossed his legs, and said slowly: "Ten people beat one person, I really don't know what those people think."

The burly man ignored him, still waving the stone lock in his hand.

"Those people also sent word that whoever can kill Boyle in the gladiatorial fight will be free..."

Hearing the young man's words, the burly man stopped his training and said in a muffled voice, "Ackerman, I advise you to stop thinking about it."

The young man named Ackerman looked at him curiously, and asked, "Why not, Casper? As long as you can kill that barbarian, you can return to the Holy Acropolis and continue to be your knight. As for me, I plan to go to the Muxi Kingdom to find an errand."

Casper put the stone lock on the ground, and there was a hint of sadness on his resolute and square face: "During the "Watch Canyon Retreat", I lost my old boss and my two older brothers. I don't plan to go back to the south anymore."

Ackerman stuck the throwing knife into the soil, and sighed, "I'm not much better than you. Those villagers in Qianmu Village who believed in the promise of the church and chose to retreat eastward were killed, starved to death, and exhausted. Today, I am the only one left."

Casper twisted his arms, stretched his muscles, shook his head and said, "Even if I kill that barbarian, I don't think those people will keep their promises. If you don't believe me, think about the promises they made before, which one has been fulfilled? Besides, that Boyle defeated the 'Flayer', and it is not an easy matter to kill him..."

Ackerman thought for a while, and suddenly said: "About the day after tomorrow's wrestling, do you want to gamble?"

Casper frowned and looked at the other party: "Gambling?"