Chapter 1472: The origin of the night of the curse (thirty)

Chapter 1472 The End of the Curse Night Thirty
"What?! Who do you say is bald?!" The big man immediately frowned. "I am not bald. It is obviously only a high line!"
He turned his head and pointed to his own back and said, "Look, here is still head!"
There is indeed a very thin layer. Bettyville couldn't help but smile more. This is obviously bald, why this guy is not willing to admit. No wonder the gladiator Bereld had been carrying that strange helmet all the time. The original helmet was not meant to protect the head, but to cover the fact that he was bald. However, this guy should not flourish in the flourishing place, but the hair should not be so lush. The werewolf looked at the dense chest hair between the gladiator shirts and couldn't help but laugh more.
"Cough!" Gladiator Bereld coughed twice. "That's it. If you laugh, I won't care if I laugh."
"Hey, don't laugh at you, there's nothing funny about it anyway." Bettiville whited Bereld: "So, what are you doing here? Track me?"
"Track your little hairball? Ah hahahaha, don't be stupid!" Gladiator laughed cheerfully: "I have been staying on this deck for more than two o'clock this afternoon. I am playing the sword! Today's game It’s so boring, I don’t think it’s enough! In order to let this lazy bone not slack off, it’s not enough to stop for eight hours a day!

"Oh. Good hard work." The Werewolf youth looked at Bereld with a little disdain. It seems that this guy is not lying. But, practice eight hours a day? That would be annoying. Betdeville himself belongs to the kind of person who will take time to exercise physically and mentally every day, but he takes about an hour or two to practice every morning, and he will do too much like Bereld.
"What? Don't you practice?" Gladiator Bereld yelled at Biddeville. "Look at your physique. It is impossible to shape it without daily exercise. And you are still an orc. You also rely on yourself. The muscles that have been shaped by practice have changed. I said that I have to work hard. Do you have such a big opinion?"
(Note: Orc muscle fibers are denser than humans, and it is generally difficult to build strong muscles. It takes more effort than usual to build a large number of muscles.)
"No, there is no opinion at all." The werewolf couldn't help but replied perfunctorily. He wanted to find a corner to practice his swordsmanship. He didn't want to continue talking with Bereld.
"Oh, so you are very busy, little hairball." Bereld sneered: "Look at the iron sword in your hand that is not open, it is estimated to be used for exercise props? You ran at this time. The deck of the Paramitis is enough to explain everything. So, I have a proposal. Since you also want to practice swordsmanship, and I am just free, why don't we just talk about it here?"
Gladiator Bereld said this, and Bedieville immediately alerted him. The Werewolf youth clenched the sword with one hand and asked tentatively: "Don't forget, Mr. Bereld, I have a game to play with you tomorrow. If you want to fight, will you leave it for tomorrow?" It’s not a bright thing to win a private game here.

"Wow, wow, wow, a little bit, little hairball!" The gladiator grinned as if performing a prank: "I am talking about practicing with you, not scoring, no wins. The practice of negative points. Anyway, I practice and practice alone. It is the same exercise for one person to practice with me. Why not?"
"You shouldn't be playing a ghost idea." Bedieville still does not trust each other.
"No, it won't be." The gladiator raised the blacksmith in his hands and handed it to the werewolf youth: "Look at it yourself, I am using a sword with no training." The body will only be a little bruised and will not be seriously fatal. I believe that the iron sword you have in your hand is the same thing. After all, they are all from the arsenal of Great Britain~EbookFREE.me~ If you still feel that you are not right, think that I will swindle in the weapon, you can use it with me to change the weapon. These two iron swords without the front will pick you up. So you will not have Any comments?"
"哼" Bediville still hesitated. It is blunt to say that Bedieville’s own swordsmanship is very general. And he also heard that Gladiator Bereld is a powerful swordsman with both offense and defense. If you are training with Bereld here, you can not only learn some experience of playing swords from your opponents, but also understand the details of Bereld. It will be very helpful for tomorrow and the gladiator. Bereld offered to do this one-on-one practice with Bediville, which is actually a good thing for the werewolf youth. But is there really a free pie in the world that will fall for no reason? Really suspicious
"Haha, do you still hesitate? Is it a cautious little hairball?"
"If you can say, don't you always call me a small ball." Bettiville couldn't help but spit.
"As long as they are full of furry guys, I call them small hair balls." Bereld grinned again, taking a long strip of cloth from his waist: "If you are scruping, I am afraid I will steal." See your sword trick, then I will let you take another step."
After the speech, this guy even covered his eyes with a cloth strip: "Is it all right? I can't see anything with my blindfold, you can attack it."
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"Are you kidding me, bald?" Biddiville couldn't help but feel angry, or felt that he was offended: "You have covered your eyes, and this is no longer practice, but I bullied you unilaterally. Do you think you can really win over with your eyes? If you look down on people, you have to have a limit!"
I didn’t expect the gladiator to laugh out loudly: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! How do you know this kind of thing? And I have already said to you, this is just practice, it is a joke, There is no win or lose. You are better off, Xiaomao! You may be able to win blindfolded me, maybe not. But I can guarantee that things will become very interesting!"
A blue vein bulges from the forehead of the werewolf. He squeezed the practice in his hands with the sword without the front: "It is your own death, don't blame me when you are beaten and bruised!"
"Don't blame you, don't blame you, little hairball!" Bereld stepped back and made a provocative gesture: "Let's play!"
So Bedieville rushed up, aiming at Bereld's head is a sword!
At the same time, somewhere in Cairo.
"Hmm," Paramitis slowly opened his eyes and climbed up from the ground. His brain is as uncomfortable as being kicked by a cockroach, full of discomfort and dizziness.
"Where am I?" The big cat turned around and looked around. The surrounding environment is very dark, but the air is filled with the strange smell of a sweet candy-like marshmallow.
Paramitis struggled to sort out his thoughts, only to remember that he was in the middle of a date with the gem queen Rosetta.
By the way, Paramitis finally remembered, and Rosetta asked him to help the silkworm cocoon of the desert silkworm, trying to make clothes with the silkworm extracted from the silkworm cocoon. However, Rosetta deceived Paramitis, and the silk that she obtained was not the queen of gems used to make clothes to control the silk with magic, and immediately tied Paramitis.
Paramidis, who was struggling at the time, quickly became enchanted by the illusion of the gem queen Rosetta. The moment he was wrapped in silk, unable to move at all, was the last memory before he fainted.
"From now on you are my slave." Palamidis remembered the words that the Queen of the Stones Rosetta said to him before he fainted.
But it’s weird, why?
What exactly is Rosetta doing? What do you want? Paramitis can't help but wonder.
If she is such a big man, if she really wants to find a man to play with, it is just a little effort. Why did she find Paramitis, why is it Paramitis? Does it mean that she has any special hobbies for orcs, especially leopards?
Paramitis frowned. He knows very little about the current situation, and even if he guesses more, it doesn't make any sense. In short, let's escape from this ghost place. however
Paramitis tried to find a way to escape in this dark room, which is almost out of reach, but still has no results under the guise. He could feel vaguely that it should be a bedroom by touch. After all, he touched a bed, a bedside table, and a small round stool next to the bedside table. But unfortunately, there are no lights in this room, no buttons for turning on the lights, and no items for lighting. This dark chamber even seems to have no doors and windows, it is completely a closed space.
To make matters worse, Paramitis is now available, and he is actually naked.
That's right, in this darkness, the clothes on his body have long been lighted, and even a pair of pants in the room are not prepared for him. He sighed, and at this time he began to think that this darkness was also an advantage for him. After all, he would not be ashamed of not wearing clothes.
But what do you do next? The room is an absolute secret room and there is no way to go out. And Paramitis felt in the heart of her retreat, and the other party would throw him naked into this secret room, and it would not be done like this. Is this a kind of prank? Or is it really a kind of process of putting an ordinary person into a slave? He once heard such a legend, this is the common means used by the traffickers to trap the normal person who had just caught himself in the dark black house, and to erase the will of the person bit by bit until Finally, people are released on the verge of spiritual collapse. The slaves who have been so passed will be very obedient and will not dare to escape or resist.
Is this unfortunate thing really let Paramitis meet?