It is the Lord who needs him.

Balres reminded himself that as a wealthy businessman, Glar had a wide range of friendships with the Kingdom of Cormier in Mokou Town. He had traveled to Sambiya, the Valley and the Jondas, and he was very rich, and he was rich enough to rebuild Mokou Town. He was alone and had at least half of the cost.

If I promised his request, he might have been richer, just like his figure, he thought.

However, he looked like he had lost at least a big loss, which was a good sign, right?

Since the Lord captured Mokou Town, all the arenas in the city have been closed and rectified and rebuilt. Now only one of the largest buildings called the "Blood Drink" arena have been preserved.

The "Blood Drink" arena is the only one in Mokou Town that has won 100 consecutive victories.

The Gladiator, who was named "Bloody Challenger", was lucky to escape from the control of the Santalin Society with his secret help.

May the merciful gods protect this young gladiator and hope to find a new destination.

The reason why this largest arena has not been re-planned so far is that it covers a large area, the main reason is that Glar, who is responsible for urban construction, deliberately ignores it.

"Your Excellency, you should know why I came." Glar said slowly.

His face was rosy, and his large linen robe covered his bloated body.

As a paladin and swordsman, Ballez's sense of smell was extremely sharp. Just a glance at it, he felt the breath of magic on the thin body of the wealthy merchant Glar.

He guessed that this should be a magic prop similar to a constant temperature and light body.

Otherwise, he would have been exhausted and sweated when he came to the rock bunker halfway up the mountain from the city.

After all, since the Lord of the Lord established the Wizard Tower, he issued a prohibition on air ban, strictly prohibiting anyone from hovering above Mokou Town through flying spells or flying mounts.

Of course, the prohibition of air laws also includes teleportation spells.

Two days ago, a wizard from Deep Water City tried to crack the forbidden air magic circle that enveloped the town. He smugly entered the oval portal he forcibly opened.

As a result, his upper body disappeared, while his lower body remained in Mokou Town forever.

This is a sad story, but it is full of deterrence brought by order.

"Of course I know why you came," said Balleis. "How many times I rejected you, you should know."

"Six times, Your Excellency." Glar opened his narrowed eyes and answered confidently.

"Okay, then this is the seventh time." Balleris said helplessly, "I still won't allow the arena to be reopened in Mokou Town."

Now he is the acting lord of Mokou Town, and his main position is to maintain order in the town and face any enemy who tries to threaten the entire territory.

He believed that the arena affected the order of the town, so he has not nodded to agree to Glar's proposal.

Whenever Graal mentioned the arena to him, Ballerus couldn't help but recall scenes he had witnessed:

"Everyone, cheer up. The Broken Skull Arena arranged a good show tonight, with a big bear against three little boys, one boy and a covered with honey, the other covered with blood, and the other covered with rotten fish. Now you can bet on which bear to eat first..."

The wild and excited scream was like howling ghosts and wolves, which made him vividly remember.

He would never allow similar scenes to continue to be staged in Mokou Town.

"Then are you willing to continue listening to my explanation?" Glar's fat face showed a smile.

He should try to lose weight, after all, magic is such an inconvenient thing? Seeing the rich businessman's chubby expression, Ballerus thought to himself.

"I've heard it six times. Do you have any new words?" he asked tentatively, "or have you obtained the consent of Lord Lord?"

"No, I don't think such a small thing is necessary to alarm our young mage lord." Glar shook his head slightly and said sincerely, "but I believe that my beautiful and humble words can impress a stubborn paladin."

"Okay." Ballerus rubbed his temples with a headache. "I'd like to listen to your explanation. Remember, it's not because of your humble and beautiful words, but my duty."

"I understand, then I'll say it out loud." Glar, who was sitting in the chair, cleared his throat, leaned slightly, and stated to him.

"Since the establishment of Mokou Town, the arena has been part of the town. In essence, competition is very noble. You must know that this deadly art is not simply killing, but a display of courage, skills and strength, and can even please the gods. The winner will be loved and praised, and those who die bravely will be respected and remembered."

"Once upon a time, the arena of Mokou Town was still very famous throughout the Enoak Desert and in the central part of the mainland. If we reopen the arena, it will surely attract adventurers and merchants from all over the world, and their coins will once again fill the vault of Mokou Town."

"In addition, no matter what race, there is a desire for blood, and the arena can satisfy them, thus making our town more peaceful and stable."

A sound order is the key to making the town peaceful and stable, not the arena, Barres thought.

It is like a bloody pursuit of profit so fresh and refined, just like a merchant selling his own goods. When they sell goods, they will use various gorgeous words and try their best to attract the attention of customers.

I just don’t know whether he will be as petty and concise as those businessmen in the later management and service.

He knew that it would be meaningless if he persisted like this, and maybe he should really give in.

Ballerus looked at the wealthy businessman with an scrutiny look.

Just as he was hesitating, a slightly old figure suddenly walked in from the door.

At the same time, the visitor was Mr. Ogruel, a land-born dragon turtle invited by Lord Lord from the Enoak Desert to live for thousands of years.

Ballerus and Glar did not dare to neglect and quickly stood up to greet him.

The old man did not sit on the chair, but stood there slightly hunched, as if he was carrying a heavy turtle shell on his back.

He should try to carry a tortoise shell so that he won't look so thin and powerless, Barres thought.

"Actually, I don't think you need to argue here." The old man said in an old voice, obviously he heard the conversation between the two.

"Glar's purpose is to earn more wealth for the territory, while Balleus is based on his own mission and maintaining order. In this case, you two little guys might as well give in to each other."

"The arena can be reopened." His eyes narrowed slightly, "but is there any problem with the right to monitor and maintain order, and the right to maintain order?"

"This is a good suggestion." Ballerus nodded and looked at Glar opposite him.

His main responsibility was to maintain order and security in the territory, while Mr. Ogruel was more like an internal magistrate of the territory, responsible for many affairs of the territory.

Balleus never doubted the Lord's vision of looking at others, so he naturally had to seriously consider Mr. Ogruel's proposal.

In fact, he had considered this proposal for a long time, but because of the lack of manpower and the order was not yet perfect, he had never implemented it.

Since he had already said this, he felt that if he persisted, he would seem too stubborn. As the proxy lord of the territory, he could not be as stubborn as before.

"Of course I have no problem," said Glar, with a happy smile on his fat face, so much so that his eyes were squeezed into a slit. "After all, we are all for the development of the territory."

Looking at the sincere expression of the wealthy businessman, Ballerus suddenly realized that he seemed to have many misunderstandings about him.

After all, when the lord had not appeared in Mokou Town, the greedy wealthy businessman did not have that good impression on him.

"So, Mr. Glar."

He said gently, "Then we should not continue to discuss this issue too much in the future. I will select the right person in charge to help you maintain order in the arena."

"Then I'll trouble you, Your Excellency Balleth." Glar nodded slightly, looked at Mr. Ogruel who helped him relieve him with gratitude, and then turned around and left.

"Actually, your IQ is not low, it's just that the two characters of Paladin and Sword Saint make you accustomed to execution rather than thinking." Mr. Ogruel turned around and said to him:

"Take it slow, little guy, when you adapt to your character, you will become within reach of breaking through the legendary realm."

Looking at the old Mr. Ogruel's departure, Ballerus smiled self-deprecatingly, "Is he praising me?"

However, as a human over 50 years old, every time he is called a "little guy" by the other party, he always feels that his old face is a little uncomfortable.

Mr. Ogruel is right, he does like to execute rather than think.

When Lord Lord gave this duty to himself, the first thought that came to his mind was to refuse.

Because he always believed that his primary duty was to defend his territory from harm and threats, he also swore to obey the lord's orders, keep the lord's secrets, provide advice when the lord needs it, and remain silent when it is not needed.

Despite his reluctance, he still took over the position with a tough needle.

"When you adapt to your role, you will become within reach from breaking through the legendary realm." Thinking of Mr. Ogruel's words before leaving, he vaguely guessed the lord's real intention.

This made Balleus sigh at the impermanence of fate again.

Once upon a time, when he was running his own Salamander tavern, he felt exhausted after traveling back and forth on the stairs more than a dozen times a day, and his knees and lower back could testify.

He often wondered, sooner or later, he would not be able to climb the stairs and become old, and then sighed: Where has the years passed?

But recently, whenever he kneels by a quiet pond and drinks water to wash his face, he can always see strange faces staring at him from the depths of the pond.

He couldn't help but wonder: When will the crow's feet disappear around his light blue eyes? When will the snow-white hair turn gray?

Even the vague memories that once seemed to be yesterday when he recalled them.

He also clearly remembers the scene of being a paladin at the Temple of Morning Light in Susal.

He still remembers that the Archbishop Horst of the Lord of the Morning Light put the sword on his shoulder, as soft as a girl's kiss, and he stuttered when he made the oath of dedication.

At the dinner, he drank a lot of Tifflin-style ‘delayed burst fireballs’, which can be named after the wizard spells known for their destructive power, and is by no means a random name.

It is sometimes called "Flame Star Wine", with sweet syrup of minced cinnamon stacked layer by layer and has a strong impact, making it commensurate with the same name of the Mypha.

Spice-filled bourbon and spicy chili flakes create a mouthwatering and delicious combination that can be eaten easily but can be used for the most part after a few nights.

For thirty-nine years, this smell is still hidden in his memory.

This is a good sign, isn't it?

The afternoon sun is like the cheerful smile that Ballerus showed.

He came to the training ground of Rock Bunker to train the boys, teach them the skills of long swords and shields, horses and guns, and more importantly the spirit of the Sword Saint.

He needs to keep the lord and the spirit of the territory worthy of his life to protect. If he continues to pass on, Mokou Town also needs more swordsman like him, and he decided to train him personally.

The boy trained by Balleus ranged from eight to sixteen years old, with more than a hundred people at the beginning, but the rigorous training made him realize that most children only made full use of food.

Now there are less than one-third left, but fortunately there are a few promising students.
To be continued...