"God, Miss God."

Everyone's eyes fell on the female magician, but she seemed to be unaware of it and still did whatever she wanted. "Aren't you holding me?" Airuol tilted his head and leaned into the alchemist's ear and whispered, "Happy, my dear fiancé, don't have a bitter face, it seems I will kill you." She whispered in his ear, and her intimate attitude shocked others' chin.

The alchemist heard the gritting voice of others: "White Devil."

Amid the surprised gazes thrown around him like sharp arrows, Leo felt uncomfortable all over. If his eyes could kill, he would have been completely incomplete. He quickly glanced at the girls who seemed completely inconspicuous under the crowd. Their eyes were full of pain. "Do you think I can be happy?" he asked.

"You can." Erora said affirmatively. Her fingers were raised, and in the direction of her fingers, a tall and powerful warrior figure stood in the shadow. There was no doubt that it belonged to the captain of the guard Yahan. "So, be happy, at least you have to pretend to be a smile."

Leo obediently pulled out a smile that was even worse than crying. "How about this?"

The female magician stared at him for a while. "You really love to joke." She said, "but you are barely qualified."

She dragged him to the platform with the power of Leo's inability to resist and stood shoulder to shoulder with Prince Patton. "Miss, you, you are..." Prince Patton was kept in the dark. He was unaware of Airola's extraordinary moves and looked at them dumbly, not knowing what to do. "How are you with the White Devil?"

"It's very simple," Erola said lightly, "because he is his fiancé."

This was even more incredible than the news that Prince Patton was about to marry Nianta. Everyone, whether true or false, was stunned, as if they were shocked by this bolt from the blue. After a while, they came back from their shock, and then started a wave of begging like a tsunami.

"This...this is impossible..." The old man and the woman were stunned and fell to their knees and begged. "You are the daughter of God, why should you marry the White Devil? He is a blasphemer without faith." Their tears and snot were covered with their faces, and even some even kowtowed on the hard stone bricks to express their opposition and their piety.

The impulsive men were dazzled by anger. They rushed up, and an officer in a military uniform with a sword hanging around his waist almost jumped straight onto the platform. He and Li Ou's eyes were facing each other, and they almost drew their swords to point at his throat.

"You devil," he asked loudly, "what shameful means did you use?"

"I'm the victim-"

"Don't you fart!" The officer angrily interrupted him, "You devil who is doing all kinds of dirty tricks!" He looked at the female magician with grief and angrily, and knelt down in front of her. "Miss God's Messenger, as long as you give your order, I am willing to kill him for you! Even if you are crushed to pieces, it is not hesitant."

Arura's eyes turned cold, but the officer was unaware of it.

He stared at the alchemist. "I want to duel with you." He threw the white gloves at Leo's feet.

"Dull?" Li Ou looked at him with his eyes narrowed, "I want to kill people too. It's just a matter of no need. But I think it's better for you to pick up the garbage you threw away, otherwise it would be bad for your master to annoy you. A watchdog should at least know how to distinguish your master's mind."

"Don't worry about them." Erola murmured coldly, then raised the volume. "Listen to my orders, sir, pick up your gloves. This is Prince Patton's Throne Hall, not your Colosseum. Please pay attention to your words and deeds."

The man looked like a duck with his throat strangled. "Little, Miss?" He looked in disbelief.

The female magician lost her patience, "Do as I told you!"

The officer bent down sadly like a puppy who had been whipped hard, and almost carried the white glove with his mouth. The female magician raised her neck on the platform, sweeping over the crowd who were trembling with her anger like a proud swan. "I have made up my mind," she said, "and this is also the metaphor of the Mother of the Desert." In just one sentence, Erula blocked Youyou's mouth.

"Go and cheat." Leo cursed quietly beside him.

However, the female magician heard his muttering and responded to him, "They are worse than ghosts."

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Although most people were still shocked and did not come back to their senses, the dinner was still as planned. However, everyone had no appetite for the delicious food they served, and even the silver knife and fork seemed to have become rare swords that weighed thousands of pounds. The weapons of the gods would kill them as soon as they touched them. The men and women all stared at the wine glasses in front of them and kept asking the servants for the wine pot. The alchemist thought that even if they drank it, they would definitely feel that her taste was like the smell of smell in the sewer.

In the corner of the banquet, Rosie could no longer bear the atmosphere and left the table angrily; only Lu Yuewu and the Bachelor's Miss were talking in a low voice, only occasionally giving him a brief glance.

"I am the woman you should pay attention to today." The female magician said in his ear.

Li Ou snorted coldly, "Can I think you are jealous?"

She nipped his ears with her teeth through the veil and teased him skillfully. "If this would make you feel better," she said, "I will tell you without hesitation that I am jealous. I make you more impulsive than them, right?" Her hand fell on his crotch.

The alchemist looked at her squintingly, "You can't go much better, aren't you?" he sneered, "You can probably be more eager to enter the bridal chamber than I do."

"Of course," she seemed to have not heard Leo's sarcasm. "The sooner the better."

The air in the hall seemed to be stuck and consolidated into a ball. The banquet was dead, as if there were corpses sitting.

"Damn it! I'll laugh!" Prince Patton cursed, "Guards, call some gladiators! I'm fed up with this now! Tonight is my engagement dinner with Miss Nianta, and it's also the Miss God's Envoy and..."

"White Devil." Li Ou reminded him, and also reminded himself.

"…The White Devil's great time," he continued, "Damn it! Raise my glasses. I want to hear blessings, not so-called 'no', 'this is not', 'I don't want to hear any rejection!"

Everyone was forced to look happy, raised their glasses, and the blessings were spoken reluctantly from their mouths. But this seemed to heal Prince Patton's fragile dignity. He laughed in his hypocritical greetings, clapping his hands and commanding, "Let the gladiator come up!"

So, led by the guards, two strong and powerful gladiators walked into the throne hall and knelt down to salute Prince Patton on both legs. Prince Patton raised his hand and stood up. The gladiators were not wearing armor. They were naked, revealing their bulging muscles and terrible wounds all over the front, back and left, and some even fatal injuries. One of the gladiators had a wound on his chest from his shoulders to his waist, and the other's face seemed to have been cut by countless sharp knives, his lips were rolled up, and the muscles on his cheeks were almost eaten by wild beasts. He had no choice but to put on the mask to avoid frightening them.

"You are all brave warriors," said Prince Patton, "but there is only one winner tonight. That person will receive my reward: money, and... freedom! Fight until death."

The battle ignited the passion, and the nobles shouted in unison, "Don't stop until death!"

The two gladiators stood face to face, quiet around them. They held each other for a moment, then shouted almost at the same time and rushed towards each other. The gladiator with a terrible wound, with a short braid, hit his head into the opponent's arms, grabbed the opponent's arm with one hand, and tried to pull the opponent to the ground. However, his opponent was as strong as an elephant, but as flexible as a snake, he gently grabbed his wrist. A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of the former's mouth. A fearful smile appeared on his face, and in a blink of an eye, he became despair. A harsh scream came from his throat, and with the crisp sound of the broken bones, he fell to the ground in pain.

However, this is not the end.

His opponent still had no intention of ending, and he did not let him go. He walked directly to another gladiator and hugged his opponent's head with both hands. His opponent almost fainted, his face was dull, and seemed to have no sense of consciousness. The man smiled ferociously, with a ragged face like a ghost and a centipede-like wound squirming, making him even more terrifying. He raised his head and stared at Leo straight. His eyes were cruel and unhidden hatred. Then he twisted his arm and a crisp sound, and his opponent's head was crooked on one side, and his whole body slid to the ground.

The men took a breath and then shouted loudly; the women covered their eyes or mouths tightly, pressed their chests, and did not even dare to breathe. Prince Patton was stunned for a moment, as if he was also surprised. His chest was fluctuating violently, and the alchemist couldn't help but wonder if his evil disease had suddenly occurred.

"A wonderful battle. It's short, but intense." It would be strange if the dead were not fierce. Prince Patton took a few breaths, as if to hide and suppress the fear in his heart. Then he continued, "You, gladiator, come here, as the winner, you are qualified to stand in front of me." The gladiator stepped forward a few steps as he said. He lowered his head, but Leo could not forget the hatred in his eyes just now. He was extremely confused and did not understand where the other party's malice came from. But his hand was still pressed on the hilt of the sword, his whole body tensed. "Do you want anything other than the money and freedom I promised?" Prince Patton asked.

The gladiator was silent for a moment. Then he raised his head. His face was filled with a cruel and playful smile, as if he was looking at the prey that fell into a trap. His broken face squirmed, making people feel cold all over his body. Prince Patton stepped back several steps irresistible, with his legs trembling. The gladiator stared at the alchemist from beginning to end, his eyes flushed red. Leo saw that his eyes were pure hatred, unresolved killing**.

"What do I want?" He sneered, then roared out. "His life!"
Chapter completed!