Chapter 107 Faber Family

"Oh, you said this, this comes from Carlos -"

Drivedo's voice stopped suddenly because he saw that the owner of the badge in his hand was emerging from a shop and looking at them with burning eyes.

"Well, don't get me wrong, things are not what you think..." It's best not to get caught doing things like this, otherwise both parties will be slightly embarrassed.

As a local, Ivy quickly stepped forward to explain to the other party.

"What do I think?" Carlos blinked. This young man was obviously an old man. "Didn't it mean that some of you kind-hearted people picked up my badge and are preparing to find the owner?"

"Ah, yes, yes, that's it!" Drayford quickly returned the obsidian badge to Carlos.

"Don't worry, good intentions certainly pay off," Carlos smiled slyly, and the wound on the corner of his mouth was affected. He grinned in pain, but he still reached out to his empty waist to touch the money bag, "Thank you guys. Returning the property to its original owner, I want to repay you—where is my money bag?”

"Um, maybe here?" Drayford handed over the money bag again.

Regardless of whether Carlos was real or fake, in the end, he successfully retrieved what he had lost, and at this time, the man who looked like his elder brother also came looking for the way.

"Carlos, I thought you were captured!" The man smiled and hugged him, "The wound on your mouth..."

"It's okay," Carlos waved his hand, "It's just a superficial injury. It will be fine after a while."

Ron looked at the size and depth of the wound: "Such a wound is probably very painful. It's best to see a doctor for treatment, otherwise it will inevitably become infected."

Fernando and his gang were a bit shady in their actions.

"Did you hear that Carlos?" The man's eyes lit up, "Let's go, we have to treat your injury. If you lose your appearance, how can you seduce someone else's fiancée?"

"Well, please stay." Just as the two brothers were about to leave one after another, Victoria called out to them, "There's no need to go to the doctor, I can treat you - just think of it as an apology."

The lawful priest still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart and insisted on healing Carlos. When the light on her hand dissipated, the corners of Carlos' mouth returned to their original appearance without leaving even a trace of scar.

"Wow, you, are you a priest?" Carlos touched the corner of his mouth in surprise and made several faces in succession. After finding that there was no discomfort, he immediately cast an admiring look, "This feeling is good, completely It doesn’t hurt anymore, hey!”

"You are such a kind person," Carlos' brother also thanked him profusely. "How should I pay for your consultation? Please forgive me, the church's medical treatment is expensive, and we have never really tried it."

"It's just a little effort," Victoria smiled faintly, "You don't need to pay anything, really."

"Then...well," Carlos' brother thought for a moment and took out a card from his pocket, "then please accept this. It is our family's address. If you have time, you are welcome to come. Sit down."

"Now I have to take Carlos to see our dad - well, I'll have to get scolded at least."

The card was surrounded by silver-gray patterns, with their family's eagle head logo in the middle, and under the eagle head were two lines of small characters: Faber, 23A Vilot Gate Street.

"Next to Dell Plaza," Ivy looked at the address, "Their family is quite wealthy. Land near Dell Plaza was very expensive when I was a child."

"And it should have been moved here in recent years. Since I became an adventurer, I haven't paid much attention to the changes in Rose City. I have never heard of a Faber family on Gate Street before - neither does this surname. Too much like a local or even nearby family.”

"Would you like to go over and have a look?" Sylvia looked at Ron, "It sounds like it should be quite interesting."

"Let's wait a little longer, or you can go tomorrow." Ron looked at the sky, "They probably don't have time to receive us now."

"By the way Ivy, do you have any arena or the like here?" Sera suddenly remembered something, "When I was in the tribe before, the businessman said that there would usually be fighting beasts or fighting between people in the city. Can you take me to see the entertainment projects?”

"Miss your life in the north?" Ivy glanced at her with a smile, "I advise you not to go, you will be disappointed."

"It doesn't matter," Sera waved her hand, "I didn't expect to see white bears or mammoths here, I just felt a little emotional after seeing those young people fighting in the street."

"Okay, okay," Ivy led Ron and the others through several streets and alleys, and came to a signboard with a lot of people, "Let me see... Yes! There will be a party in the south of the city in half an hour. It’s a three-on-three beast fight, with three gladiators fighting against three dire wolves. Do you want to watch it?”

"It's very close to Dell Plaza. After the show, we can drop by Faber's house."

"Sera will feel uncomfortable if she doesn't fight for a day. Even if she doesn't do it herself, she still has to watch others do it." Sylvia covered her mouth and smiled. She just bought a finely crafted long dress with crimson as the main color. The vampire Her elegant temperament was finally brought out, and she didn't look like an adventurer, but more like a noble lady.

"Then go and buy tickets." Ron saw the ticket window next to the notice board, and there was another toll point next to it, and the flow of people was even bigger. "What is sold there?"

"It's for opening the betting market," Ivy took a look and knew what was going on, "Want to play a little? Usually the smallest one silver coin, don't bet too much."

"Why?" Sera didn't understand, pointing to the lineup introduction on the notice board, "Isn't it very clear here? Even the height and weight of the gladiators, the equipment details, and the age and size of the dire wolf are listed - I don't see any possibility of the dire wolf winning."

"Then you can bet one more copper coin." Ivy didn't refute, but just resolutely stopped Sera from spending more than two silver coins on it.

"You mean..." Ron turned his back to Sera and winked at Ivy.

No matter what kind of competitive activity, as long as the victory or defeat involves money transactions, it is difficult to maintain its original purity and fairness, and this kind of gladiatorial combat is probably no exception.

"It's good that you know," Ivy whispered, "Sera is in high spirits, don't pour cold water on her."

"With her vision, she only needs to sit in the audience for five minutes to understand the cause and effect."