I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"Kal'tsit, I'm a little sleepy. I'm going to take a nap. You can continue watching. Remember to wake me up if you want to leave."

Bai Zhou leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

For those unfamiliar with opera, whether it's high-pitched or low-pitched, it's nothing short of a lullaby.

"I've written it down."

Gently grasping the young dragon's hand, Kal'tsit's attention was divided in two: the opera and the daylight, both of which she focused on. And, yes, the sleeping pony on her left.

Kal'tsit's ankle was entangled by the tail that had moved over, but she didn't pay any attention to it as she was already used to it.

This is a little habit he has after falling asleep during the day; he likes to wrap his tail around the thing closest to him.

At first, it was just wrapped around his own ankle.

Now, he prefers to wrap his arms around her legs.

For a child, this is a sign of trust.

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The opera also has a second half, with the intermission allowing the audience to relax and take care of their physical needs.

The first half had ended, and Kal'tsit woke up Daylight, asking him if he wanted to leave.

"Well, we still need to see the second half. After all, it's still money."

Bai Zhou looked at the ticket in his hand and helplessly rubbed Attila's little head.

"I want to go out and have a look, Kal'tsit. What do you think of this little pony?"

Baiyue (the person in question) is implying that she didn't pay to sleep, and since she can't enjoy it, she'll spend her time elsewhere.

"Are you traveling alone... I understand."

"Be careful, Your Highness."

Kal'tsit did not stop the daytime.

Moreover, with his strength, he doesn't need her protection.

"Okay, see you at the entrance later."

He got up and left during the day.

Kal'tsit took over Attila, while he returned to solitude, finally able to enjoy some rare time alone.

If no one is waiting for him.

"His Majesty."

Bai Zhou had just left the theater when Yan Guoli Boli, who had been waiting at the door for a while, came to his side.

"Have you made contact with Julius?"

He threw the empty bottle he was holding into the trash can and asked him about the results of his mission during the day.

"Julius is waiting for you in the arena."

This Liboli is a member of a group of guards drawn from the daytime, and is also responsible for protecting the mysterious technology that is about to be acquired.

Codenamed Whisper, they belong to the Imperial Guard within the Imperial Guard system, and their most proficient weapon is the hand crossbow.

They were instructed not to be suspicious of any changes in Bai Zhou when they arrived.

They knew more inside information than the guards who remained in the capital.

For example, the matter of the [Eternal Dragon Emperor] that the Crimson Dragon "unintentionally" revealed to them.

But after they saw the daylight, they understood.

Red Dragon's plan is already halfway to success.

"The arena, huh? That sounds more interesting than an opera."

Bai Zhou stretched and patted Qing Yu's arm.

"lead the way."

"Here!"

She agreed softly as usual, but Bai Zhou patted her arm.

"What a load of crap! Keep a low profile! Don't you understand the concept of keeping a low profile?!"

He scolded him in a low voice during the day.

If he weren't too short, and I could jump to hit his head, I would definitely give him a good beating during the day.

I don't understand what the boss is thinking. I think your future is worrying.

"Here."

Even though I know exactly what to do, I just can't seem to change this attitude in my response.

With a sigh, Bai Zhou followed him toward another magnificent building in the city.

Compared to the elegant and quiet opera house, the audience of the gladiatorial arena was much larger and more secular.

Tickets for every gladiatorial tournament are in high demand and short supply.

Oh! I almost forgot to mention that.

Gaul had a complete slave law, so apart from death row inmates and various wild beasts, the majority of the participants in the gladiatorial contests were slaves from various noble families.

The struggle between masters naturally extended to the slaves.

The competition is fierce; winning brings glory and prestige, while losing doesn't mean you've lost anything, just a little less money.

Therefore, every gladiatorial combat between slaves belonging to the nobility was filled with bloodshed and violence.

Victory or death.

Such gladiatorial combats are more captivating to audiences than ordinary battles, and they always bring in huge profits for the nobles behind the arena.

Even before approaching the arena, the deafening cheers emanating from within could be heard during the day.

Following Whisper into the arena, Daybreak officially met this Liberian who was in the prime of his life.

Julius Caesar, the golden griffin born in Gaul.

Return to the Twenty-Eight Horned Fighting

"Welcome to Gaul, esteemed guests from the far East."

The handsome, tall Gaul with jet-black hair greeted the visitors with a smile.

"I have long admired Governor Julius's name, and it is a rare opportunity to meet him today. This has finally fulfilled my wish."

During the day, she returned the same warm greeting.

"Please sit down, dragon of Yan Kingdom."

Julius dismissed the servants and personally placed a chair for Baiyue.

"Thank you for your trouble, Governor."

Bai Zhou waved his hand and quietly withdrew.

"The new round of the competition hasn't even started yet. You... oh, if I may ask, do you dislike blood?"

Julius walked to the right of the daylight, sat in his chair, and spoke to him.

He was familiar with the situation in the Great Yan Kingdom. That country had abolished slavery a long time ago (meaning that the citizens of the Great Yan Kingdom were not enslaved. Foreigners? Foreigners did not enjoy the protection of the Great Yan Kingdom's policies). There were no gladiator-like buildings in the country. In addition, considering Bai Zhou's appearance, Julius guessed that this was probably Bai Zhou's first time seeing a gladiator fight.

“I do not hate blood, Lord Julius.”

By day, one looks toward the arena.

Inside was sandy soil, with several pools of blood and broken weapons already left on it.

It seemed that the last battle was a pure contest of skill.

"I am very curious about the martial arts of the Gallic warriors, and it is a wonderful thing to be able to appreciate them here."

"Guest, you have traveled westward to this point, and you must have seen the sights of the various countries along the way. I wonder how they compare to Gaul? Could you please enlighten me?"

Julius spoke with a sultry accent and spoke during the day, and it was quite similar to the accent of the capital.

"Oh."

Bai Zhou chuckled lightly and began to flatter.

“I traveled westward from my homeland, passing through Kazdel, Syracuse, and Qazimir.”

"However, these three kingdoms are incomparable to Gaul."

"Kazdel once again collapsed on the wasteland. The Sarkaz dynasty was like the wind and rain in the sky, coming and going, going and coming again. Even though it established more than a dozen empires, its power all depended on the power of the Demon King. Once the Demon King died, the so-called immortal royal court was like a city of sand, which would collapse with the wind."

"Syracusa is ruled by many families, but they are all of the same origin. Why are they so eager to kill each other? They are all descendants of the wolf mother, yet they are obsessed with killing each other and take pleasure in torturing their own kind. In my opinion, they are nothing but a bunch of mutts. Even if they survive for another hundred years, they are not worth fearing."

"Kazimir has only produced one overlord in thousands of years, the Great Khan. Once the Great Khan died, the territory he conquered was instantly divided up by his unworthy descendants. Now it has weakened to the point that it cannot even defeat the frozen barbarians of Ursus and was forced to cede land to them. Its country is doomed and beyond saving."

Julius treated him in fiery language, and by day he responded in Gaulish.

Hahahaha!

Julius was overjoyed by the kind words spoken during the day.

"As expected of a noble person from Yan Kingdom, his insights are truly astonishing."

Julius took two glasses of juice and shared them with the daytime.

Thank you.

Bai Zhou thanked him as soon as he accepted the juice, but Julius immediately set a trap for him.

"But I do not know which is more beautiful, Gaul or Yan."

"..."

If it really is a diplomat, it would be difficult to handle this without using some brain cells.

But Bai Zhou wasn't a real diplomat, and he didn't need to be mindful of anyone's feelings in Yan Kingdom, so he didn't need to pay any attention to the trap Julius had set.

But if you're going to do it for show, at least do it properly.