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— Yeah, right... — the knight didn’t believe it. — Who else could move so quickly if not a devourer? Spectator3 leaves, and a new opponent with an axe steps forward.
—And how is this related...? — Reynold muttered, waving his hand — he didn’t know what he was more tired of: the series of duels or these kinds of conversations with his opponents. —Good day. — he greeted the new opponent politely and, gathering his remaining strength, prepared for battle.
“Just relax,” the executioner said to him, making sure only he could hear over the noise of the crowd, “it’s all part of the show; no one here actually thinks you were having sex with their wives or eating their children.”
And the "spectators" themselves, who participate in the battles, are professional fighters employed by the arena on a salary. Well, yes, it all makes sense.
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
“Performances?” Reynold didn’t understand. Was all of this some kind of obscure urban entertainment? How could someone just make things up about a person and present it as some kind of amusement? “Uh, okay, thanks…”
The boy agreed with a humble nod, and then repeated the procedure exactly according to Rohei's plan. Shinobi himself noticed him leaving the room, but the guards remained unaware and frantically searched the room for the missing boy for a while. Only when Karl returned to the room did they breathe a sigh of relief.
— Excellent! — Rohei praised the boy with a sincere smile. — First attempt and immediate success! Impressive. — You see, the art of stealth is more than just hiding in dark corners. It's agility, cunning, the ability to assess the situation and use its features, to choose a position and the right moment to move. Some may take years to master all aspects, but true masters, with their ingenuity, can disappear almost right under your nose in the middle of an empty room. I am still learning myself, but who knows, maybe in the future I will have to do something like that. And you have potential; perhaps you will learn to do something like that even sooner.
— Well, that's all for stealth for now. If you're interested, I can share more of my knowledge in medicine, which I study at the Mariendorf clinic. What do you say?
— Well, that's all for stealth for now. If you're interested, I can share more of my knowledge in medicine, which I'm studying at the Mariendorf clinic. What do you say?
— If you want to... then why not? Maybe I should sign up too, to help you?
- What? No, and besides, you need to fight in close combat and have a weapon with you, so..., - the guy's gaze swept from head to toe over the girl, implying that she didn't have a weapon. Meanwhile, their comrade continued to defeat his opponents. - Look, he's doing pretty well. Either the opponents here aren't that strong, - added Anselm, remembering that he himself had defeated Reynold. - And what if I went against him and deliberately lost, thereby increasing his winnings? Surely someone has already tried to do something like that, and they are trying to keep an eye on it, - the swordsman continued, not planning to cheat in such a way.
The final battle was truly intense: the heated opponents slashed at each other with lightning speed, somehow managing to simultaneously dodge the enemy's attacks. At one point, Renold felt like he was gaining the upper hand, but the axeman unexpectedly, as if gaining new strength, struck him on the shoulder. If it weren't for the light armor, which absorbed some of the impact, he would already be lying on the ground. With difficulty staying on his feet, the young man launched a counterattack and still managed to secure the victory. —Thank you for the duel, he said with difficulty, pushing away the red haze that clouded his eyes.
— Don't mention it, — the lumberjack replied, wheezing and limping, — I won't give you my wife, ha ha ha.
The next opponent for Renold was another swordsman, just as skilled as he was.
Renold greeted his next opponent and prepared to take a fighting stance. The next duel promised to be interesting, and he hoped to learn something new from it, regardless of the outcome.
Ah, then you could have just used the potion right away and not worried about it; anyway, I only have 1-2 hit points left.
Vampirism would have been really useful here...