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Chapter 73 I will never again kill an innocent person

On the sand of the Colosseum.

Facing the order of the master of all the slaves in the arena and the lord of the slave city, Thirteen finally straightened his huge body slowly under the expectant gaze of the audience.

At this moment, his body was covered with wounds, and blood flowed down along his muscle lines, dripping onto the sand to form dark red pools of blood.

Tapping.

The slaves who had just been waving their weapons vigorously took several steps back and looked at him vigilantly.

Because they were fellow slaves and had witnessed the butcher's killing performances with their own eyes, they deeply understood that even if the butcher was seriously injured, he could easily twist off their heads in an instant.

This is the absolute power that the butcher has built up through his victories in hundreds of life-and-death battles.

"Butcher!"

"Butcher!"

The audience cheered again, and the cheers seemed to drown out everything like a tsunami, enough to make any warrior's heart surge.

However, Thirteen did not attack the slaves, but raised his head and looked up at the dense sea of ​​people above.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and with veins bulging on his thick neck, he shouted at everyone with all his might:

"I will never kill any innocent people again!"

His voice was low and firm, echoing like thunder in every corner of the arena.

The moment they heard the sound, everyone in the arena was stunned.

Some of the audience had dazed expressions, some were so shocked that their eyes widened, and the slaves on the sand were so shocked that their weapons dropped from their hands.

Even the nobles who were high and mighty dropped their wine glasses out of surprise.

clang!
The turbid glass of wine shattered all over the floor, alerting Sir Simon who was frightened because a slave dared to disobey his orders.

“I’m not a butcher.”

Thirteen wanted to say something, but a giant palm formed by blood-red magic power fell from the platform and hit him hard.

boom!
Accompanied by a huge explosion, a huge pit was instantly blown out in the sand, and Thirteen was buried at the bottom of the pit, his life or death unknown.

"Everyone, I'm truly sorry that our gladiators encountered a minor problem today. The Human-Lion Battle will be postponed for a day."

Sir Simon's suppressed angry voice came from above the arena.

"Refunding the ticket is a shady operation!"

"I won't bet anymore. This man-eating lion will definitely win!"

The people in the audience who had come to their senses roared angrily.

They spent a lot of money to come to the Colosseum to watch the performance and place bets, to see a feast of killing and get rich overnight, not to listen to a slave preaching to them!
". Dear guests, this ticket is free, and you can place your bets again later."

After taking a few deep breaths, Simon Clay almost gritted his teeth before squeezing out these words.

It was difficult for him to calculate how many gold sols the loss was this time, but it was definitely a sky-high price that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

This is simply going to kill him!

Even though he is an honorary earl and a war hero, he is still an orthodox Clay man!

As Franken, the ancestor of the Clay people, said - you can take my life, but not my money.

After that, as the audience left one after another, the farce came to a temporary end.

"Call the butcher over here!" Simon gritted his teeth.

He wanted to see which bastard had led the strongest slave he had trained with great effort astray.

A moment later, they arrived at a luxuriously decorated hall. The floor was covered with a crimson velvet carpet embroidered with golden vines and floral patterns. The windows were hung with heavy silk curtains. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. Hundreds of crystal pendants shone like stars, reflecting a rainbow of colors.
Every corner here speaks of its owner's unparalleled financial strength.

"Are you the one who turned my butcher into the righteous partner in the fairy tale?" Simon sat on the main seat, staring coldly at the man kneeling below.

"No, no, no, Lord Simon, you know me well. How could I have the courage to do that?"

Benson was so scared that his face turned blue. He banged his head hard on the ground, and soon a streak of bright red blood flowed from his forehead.

"Humph, I don't think you have the courage."

Seeing this scene, Simon's anger dissipated a little.

"If it weren't for the fact that you're from the same tribe as me, I would have thrown you into the beast room to feed the monsters!"

"Tell me everything you said to the butcher before you went on stage. If I find out anything missing, I'll kill you!" Simon said viciously.

"Yes, I told the butcher at that time," Benson replied tremblingly.

After listening to his story, Simon fell into deep thought.

He was already able to confirm that the butcher's change of mind was not caused by Benson.

But who could it be? There couldn't possibly be someone talking to the butcher from across the dungeon!

As for whether it was the butcher's own idea, that's impossible. How could a person who was born a slave and was accustomed to killing feel that killing was a sin?
Forget it. As a businessman, his top priority right now is not to identify the culprit, but to minimize the losses.

"Throw that butcher into the most crowded slave room. If he can kill them all, give him a weapon. If not, let him fight the man-eating lions with nothing tomorrow."

Simon's eyes turned cold and full of murderous intent.

In a huge dungeon.

The place was crammed with hundreds of slaves, and the originally spacious space became small and crowded. The slaves were crammed together like cargo, with almost no room to move.

Their bodies were pressed against each other, sweat mixed with dirt, and the air was filled with a foul smell.

The slaves' faces were filled with exhaustion and despair, their eyes were empty and numb, as if they had already lost all desire to be human.

"Come in you!"

Five guards struggled to carry the wounded Thirteen, and then used all their strength to throw him into the cell.

boom!
His huge body landed in the dungeon with a loud thud, frightening the slaves in the dungeon and causing them to flee away from him in fear.

After all, they had all heard of or witnessed the horror of the "butcher" and were afraid that the other party would kill them if he was dissatisfied.

"Damn, it's heavier than a monster!"

The guards left cursing.

At this time, a figure with a complicated expression came to the dungeon.

The moment they saw that man, the slaves in the dungeon huddled together in fear.

Because the other party was the supervisor of the dungeon - Benson Clay, and they had all been whipped by him to varying degrees.

"Thirteen, I know you are still awake. With your physique, even if you have suffered so many attacks, even if you were hit by a palm from Lord Simon, you will never die easily." Benson said slowly.

However, to his disappointment, the giant just lay on the ground with his eyes closed, motionless, as if he had already died.

But he knew that Thirteen just didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Alas, the merciful Lord Simon has given you another chance. As long as you can kill all the other slaves in this cell, you will be healed and given weapons. Otherwise, tomorrow you will have no choice but to fight the man-eating lion with your bare hands."

After saying that, Benson sighed and left, leaving behind the dying giant in the dungeon.

(End of this chapter)