Sword and Magic and Taxi

The mind is the most magical part of life, its power can be a thousand miles in a flash, and it can be filled with mustard seeds. As long as it is still breathing, the power of the soul will not disappear, even if it is not buried in the farthest corner of the bottomless abyss, it will eventually shine.

Duojian wiped the sweat off Zhao Mai's head with the skirt cloth in his hand. The rough and cold touch slipped across the skin, and Zhao Mai became stupid than ever. He quietly waited for her to finish the work at hand, watching her at a loss as to how to put the cloth back on her skirt. I don’t know why, Zhao Mai suddenly blurted out: “Doujian, you help me, I will try to cure you.”

The former Templar didn't make any expressions, and kept putting the cloth in hand on the cracks in the skirt, letting go, watching it fall to the ground-she thought this would change the skirt back to its original shape. Only this time Zhao Mai helped her pick it up and stuffed it into her pocket. "Come, come with me, let's go to the gladiator's resting place."

The place where the gladiator rests is similar in furnishings to the animal pen, and the taste is also the same. Zhao Mai wondered if these two places would sometimes be used instead. Some gladiators are already asleep, others are still awake alertly. Several people asked Zhao Mai: "What do you fool do with another fool?"

"Oh, I don't know how to use it, Mr. Posey asked me to learn from Ricas." Zhao Mai smiled, which also caused other people to laugh.

"Go ahead and study hard! If you still can't, I can give you extra lessons! Hahaha!"

Ricas lived in the deepest part of the barracks, not because it was the quietest, but because it had the thickest walls. Large blocks of rock are unbreakable under the reinforcement of cement. Whether it is a wall, floor or ceiling, even the strongest round-shell beetle cannot bite through or dig. It has been used to store Taixi's most precious possessions for a long time, and now it is Ricas.

It's not transparent to light here, no matter it is day or night, you can only rely on the light of the oil lamp. As a Muir, half of the dwarf ancestry, Ricas can see things around him clearly even in pure darkness, but can't distinguish colors without light. Usually he saves the lamp oil and exchanges some food with the people in the kitchen. But now the lights in his room are on, and Ricus is holding a piece of animal skin and wiping the blade of his right hand.

"Hey, Ricus, open the door, I'm here for class." Zhao Mai knocked on the door panel with his knuckles, making a sound.

"Go away, I'm not interested." Rikas said without looking up, "Tell Percy, don't bother me with anything that has nothing to do with competitive games."

"I am your combat companion, remember? I raised my hand during the day." Zhao Mai said this to the corridor, and then whispered to Ricas again: "Hey, I'm Mike, open the door ."

"Mai..." Rikas stood up abruptly, then coughed twice and said in a very uncoordinated voice: "Oh, it was you, I remembered you, you did raise your hand." Then, He opened the door and put Zhao Mai and Doji'an in.

"Mr. Posey asked you to teach me something and take up some of your time." Zhao Mai motioned Ricas to keep quiet with his finger, and then summoned the phone. He turned on the record button, licked his palm hard, and then pressed and patted on his slightly bulged cheeks, recording the pops with the sound of water.

Ricas blinked. Although he did not speak, his mouth was very clear: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Mai took Dojian's hand and led her to the door, letting her hold the door, just blocking the slit for food delivery and surveillance. Although Zhao Mai and Likas are very alert, no one can guarantee that they can spot all the voyeurs. After that, Zhao Mai tuned the recorded music into bgm for loop playback. Rikas covered his face, he now understands what Zhao Mai did before.

"Okay, this can fool them for a while." Zhao Mai pointed to his face: "By the way, this is makeup, not disfigurement, so thank you for your concern."

"I'm pretty sure you are Mike now. Only you can talk like that." Rikas shook the sword in his hand with a smile on his face: "Come and see, how about my new weapon? If we let it go, we can definitely win the championship and be free."

"I have bought Percy. Butcher should be released soon." Zhao Mai said to Ricas: "I heard your speech in the afternoon. It was really good. But you should remember that I bought it. For you, Taixian just snatched you from me, it doesn't mean you are his slave."

"What do you mean?" Ricas became alert. His expression changed from joy to seriousness, and the long sword that was originally held flat in front of his chest also dropped.

"I mean, I have gotten rid of the wrong enslavement and removed the collar. As long as I protest, under the pressure of the parliament, Taixian has to return you and Butcher to me. Butcher will definitely agree with what I said. With every word, I need you to speak for me too, so that I can drag Tai Xi'an from the seat of the Templar and realize my revenge." Zhao Mai took a deep breath and said to Ricas: "There are many people who want to see Taixi's failure, do you understand?"

"Then what about my temple tower competition?"

"Go to his temple tower, that is a murder pit." Zhao Mai said: "I will take you out of Tyre and go to other cities. You make money for me, and I can divide the money earned by you in half. Two. You are still my slaves in name, but you are actually my partners. Didn’t you realize that the relationship between Butcher and me is not a normal slave and slave owner? You can also join in? I am very enlightened. Money, A woman, or even my own family, I can give you all these, as long as you work hard for me!"

"I want freedom."

"Freedom is just an illusion, Moore. What can you do even if you are free? Do you have a means of making a living? I know you have been learning how to fight, how to kill, and how to perform since you were born. To be a robber and then be caught and become a slave, then you can only return to your old business and work for a slave owner, maybe a gladiator, but a trainer~www.NovelMTL.com~Your goal is What, become a trainer with freedom, or become a slave to money again?" Zhao Mai gently patted Rikas on the shoulder, he wants to know whether this man has enough determination, he is still not that thousands of years The first hero to throw a spear at the Witch King. "Work for me, forget the illusion of freedom, and enjoy life, I give you my guarantee."

Ricas was silent, the light of the oil lamp swayed on his face, and he was motionless. He was sitting curled up on the edge of the bed, one hand resting his cheek, and his long sword on his knee, like Rodin's statue of the Thinker. The thinker's muscles are solid and beautiful, and the power that symbolizes thinking is the power of the heart and soul. When people start to think, the universe will shake.

"No, I refuse." Rikas said: "Even if I am sleepy and starved to death on the street, I have to taste the taste of freedom. I will be the champion. I will let the Witch King set me free. I will walk out of the arena with my head up. Without restraint, even if there is no support anymore, I will not hesitate."

"Then you are going to fight me?"

"Sorry, what I want can't be compromised, even you can't stop me, no one will do, I will break his neck."

"Very good," Zhao Mai smiled, heartfelt and happy: "If the Witch King stops you, would you dare to break his neck?" (To be continued.)