Infinite Sims

Six years later.

Rose Arena.

In the huge oval arena, there are dozens of rows of seats in the stands. The first area at the bottom is the noble area, the second area is the rich area, the third area is the ordinary area, and there is one at every interval. The VIP rooms can accommodate nearly 10,000 people at the same time.

At this moment.

Most of the seats were filled with people, nobles and commoners, old people and children, men and women.

But no matter what status, age and gender, they are snorting about the ongoing game, and all kinds of vulgar words are endless.

The center of the arena is not a performance area.

It's the illusory scenery that seems to be in front of you-the mountain peaks.

Above the mountain is a platform that is less than ten meters long and is slowly shrinking. Judging from the clouds and mist next to it, once it falls, the bones are light.

There are two strangely-shaped spirit callers on it, which are constantly testing each other, and they have not decided the victory or defeat for a long time.

This time-consuming scene made the spectators in the stands become more angry.

"This fight is really boring."

In one of the VIP rooms, Eric lay on the soft single sofa, took out the cigar from his mouth, and exhaled a long smoke.

"What you said is that I will punish these two people later."

Ull, the middle-aged butler in a tuxedo, took out his tools and carefully scraped off the ashes from the cigar.

Eric held his cigar again and said casually, "No, this is just a bronze gladiator for transition. The strength is limited, but it is time to reduce the treatment of these groups of slaves, lest they are too negligent."

"My Lord Baron, you are such a kind person."

Ur looked at him, his face full of respect.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

Ur immediately came to the door, opened the door and talked to the guard outside the door for a few words, then closed the door and came to Eric's side, saying, "My Lord Baron, Miss Vivienne wants to see you."

Hearing this, Eric's eyelids twitched twice.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, as the platform on the peak continued to shrink, one of the spirit callers was shot out and fell to the peak.

With the switching of the screen, the soul-calling foot dropped for a few dozen breaths, and finally fell to the ground amidst screams, his body split instantly, flesh and internal organs flying across.

See this scene.

All the audience cheered enthusiastically, seemingly accustomed to it, and looking forward to it.

The scene in the center flickered twice and became a corner of the ruined city. As a passionate commentary appeared, a new phantom appeared on the field.

Until then.

Eric looked at the butler next to him and asked, "I heard that my niece recently got on the line of a Viscount?"

"Yes, but not the Viscount himself, but his eldest son."

When Ul said this, he added, "The heir of the Viscount was bothersome and impatient. After pursuing Miss Vivienne several times without success, he gave up the pursuit and even wanted to make the lady look good."

Eric shook his head. "It's still young after all, but that's okay. If she uses her body as a bargaining chip, I'm afraid I can only give up this arena."

Ur nodded and asked, "My Lord Baron, shall I reject her?"

"No, let her come in and drag it on. Someone can't help but intervene in horror."

After Eric finished speaking, he set his sights on the beginning of the gladiatorial fight, "Yes, this is a gladiatorial fight."

In the ruins of the city, two tall spirit callers were fighting frantically, and pieces of building debris were hammered to pieces in their hands.

Whether it is from the perspective of visual impact or viewing, it is far more than the transitional gladiatorial match just now.

Not long after the housekeeper quit, the door of the VIP room was opened again.

"Miss Vivienne, Lord Baron is inside."

Ur stopped by the door and made a request to the woman in front of him.

This is a tall woman with slightly curly golden hair at the waist level, exquisite facial features, purple pupils and bright red lips, with a somewhat enchanting and charming feeling.

Especially the proud bust, it can easily attract the eyes of every male creature.

Behind her there is a young maid, and two tall knights wearing full-enclosed silver light armor like statues.

"Yes?"

Vivian, who just came here from the waiting area.

Looking at the large single sofa in the room and the smoke rising in front of the sofa, he cast his eyes on a young guard not far away.

The other party was scanning her body with unscrupulous eyes at this time, and the sound of rapid breathing seemed to be close to her ears.

"I like your eyes."

Vivian looked at the young guard and smiled lazily.

The young guard swallowed, unwilling to look away from her chest, and looked at her charming face, "It is my honor to be liked by the young lady, my name is Tiwa..."

Just as he introduced the name, he saw Vivian walk into the room.

Ur closed the door, looked at Tiwa coldly, said nothing, stood quietly and waited.

Tiwa didn't care about his surroundings.

His mind was all put on the beautiful figure just now, the cat-like voice of laziness scratching his heart, and the charming and seductive face.

Through the conversation just now, he firmly believes that Miss Vivienne has already taken a fancy to him. As long as he takes the initiative a little bit more, then he may be the guest of Miss Vivienne, when the time comes...

Just when he fell into fantasy.

Eric heard Vivienne's footsteps and said without turning his head, "My dear niece, you came just right, do you want a cigar?"

"No, Uncle Eric, you should know what I want."

Vivienne walked straight to the side sofa and sat down, looking at Eric, who was constantly puffing out smoke, with a sweet smile.

"That's a shame. These are Bren cigars worth a gold coin. Each one is made on a beautiful and virgin thigh. It is difficult to buy with money."

Eric didn't seem to hear her, and said to himself.

Vivienne was not prepared to talk to him more, and went straight to the topic "When my father was seriously ill, you managed the Rose Arena. After my father left, you said that I was underage and still controlled the Arena. Two years ago, I reached ten. At the legal age of six years of inheritance, you said that I am not capable enough, and I have to practice for another two years."

With her hands on her chest, her beautiful face was filled with a sorrowful smile. "So, Uncle Eric, what reason do you have this time?"

"Hiss~"

A small snake with colorful scales crawled out of her back and stopped on her shoulders. The lavender vertical pupils looked at Eric coldly, and the tongue that spit out from time to time seemed to be looking for a chance to shoot.

"Vivienne, I haven't seen each other for two years, and you will say this as soon as you come. As your uncle, I am very sad."

Eric spit out a puff of smoke, stretched his cigar out of the sofa, and flicked the ashes. "Maybe you can visit my arena first."

Vivienne said, "It's my arena."

Eric spread his hands. "Aren't these all the same? We are all members of the Qiangwei family."

"You are not, you are just an agent."

Vivienne said, and then chuckled, "By the way, Uncle Eric, I almost forgot to tell you one thing. An elder of the United Council seems to be coming over here for inspection recently. I wonder if you can receive him. good?"

The joint parliament is the highest authority.

A total of 37 nobles served as council elders, controlling almost all military power and most of their rights.

Regardless of whether it is a commoner or aristocrat, the joint council has laid down strict rules and regulations.

A cold light flashed in Eric's eyes.

Taking advantage of loopholes like myself and taking over actions that are not his own are already on the verge of breaking the law, just to see if anyone intervenes on it.

The elder may not support Vivian.

But I am afraid that I would not have any good feelings about my behavior.

Although I have someone on it, it is unlikely that the other party will offend an elder for himself. The only way is to delay time and find a legal opportunity to inherit the Qiangwei family's property! Or kill her directly!

Soon, Eric smiled and said, "My dear niece, this is your arena, naturally you should be hosted by you, but..."

He changed his voice and said, "Considering that you are not familiar with the affairs of the arena, so I will give you a part of the authority first, and finally to the entire Rose Arena."

"Part of the authority?"

Vivian repeated it.

Eric nodded, "Yes, specifically..."

A few minutes later.

"There is something, I want to remind uncle."

Vivienne stood up, clutched her nose lightly, and shook her head, "Blenn cigars are not made on virgin thighs. The real producers are a group of men. This information comes from the city newspaper this morning."

"Thinking that this will make me angry, really young."

After she went out, Eric picked up the cigar and was about to hold it in his mouth, but stopped halfway through the action.

Then directly threw the cigar on the ground and stretched out his feet to crush it.

Outside.

As soon as Vivian took the maid and the knight out a few steps, she heard the voice of the young guard Tiwa just now.

"Miss Vivienne, I haven't introduced myself to you yet."

Tiwa's gaze swept across her hips, only feeling lusty.

Vivienne turned around and bent her knees slightly to apologize, "Sorry, I forgot about you. As a lady, this is something you shouldn't do."

Tiwa looked at her attractive curve and swallowed hard, "It's okay, I..."

But the next moment.

He heard Vivienne's mouth, the horrifying words "your eyes, I will take them away."

puff!

One of the silver-armored knights stepped forward to Tiwa, dug out his eyes in an instant, and held it in front of Vivian.

Tivar covered his **** eyes and fell to the ground screaming.

"Sorry, I suddenly don't want it again."

Vivian glanced at two eyes, turned around and left.

The maid and two knights followed, leaving Tiwa, who was constantly rolling in pain, and two **** eyes.

Under the sign of the butler Ur.

The dozens of guards around did not do anything, letting Vivian and others leave.

Ur looked at Tiwa who was screaming and sneered in his heart, "Things without eyesight, even if Miss Vivienne is at odds with Lord Eric, you cannot be offended by a commoner."

Even if Vivian's people didn't do it, he would let people do it afterwards.

This is about the glory of the nobleman, no nobleman can tolerate it, and I don't know how such a stupid person became the guard of Lord Baron.

A carriage left the arena.

Next to him were two silver-armored knights riding tall horses.

"Miss, what did that big villain say?"

Inside the carriage, the maid Xiluweya, who was only eleven or twelve years old, waved her small fist angrily.

Vivian looked at her cute actions ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and smiled, "A slave living area, and all the slaves living in it and their fighting rights."

"How can this be done? Mingming Qiangwei's arena are all young ladies, that big villain!!!"

Xiluvia fisted angrily.

As a result, she accidentally hit the hardwood next to her, and tears burst into her eyes immediately with pain.

Vivian saw this scene and couldn't help but smile and shook her head.

Immediately, there was a heavy feeling in her eyes. She knew that this was Xiluvia, who did it deliberately to make herself happy.

"That group of greedy and dirty garbage!"

Vivian recalled her rescue experience over the past few years, and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

As the legal successor of the Rose family, in fact, as long as some nobles are willing to come forward, she can easily retake the Rose Arena.

But those nobles who had a good relationship with their father turned their faces immediately after the death of their father.

If you want to get their help, you don't only need to give up most of the family property, but there are even people who are looking at themselves, delusioning that people get both wealth and wealth.

Fruit is not watery

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