Harold and bald didn''t call anyone else. They ate and talked alone. After bald drank wine, they were very excited and told Harold his story.

    From practicing martial arts to becoming the captain of the town guard, from his first fight on the stage to being selected by count sarik, from his first suggestion to count sarik for "human and animal fight" to being reprimanded by count sarik today.

    Baldheaded said a lot. Today, after he was severely rejected by count sarik, he began to doubt whether count sarik was really as great as he thought.

    However, count Saric is almost bald. He still can''t fully recognize the reality. He can only talk to Harold to alleviate his inner pain.

    A good celebration was turned into a complaint meeting by bald head. Harold didn''t feel pity. He thought that bald head might not be a bad thing if he could really see count sarik.

    The count of sarik was really a cold-blooded and selfish aristocratic scum. He had no feelings for bald head, which was more excessive than Harold''s earliest cognition.

    If you don''t want to continue working for count sarik, can you get away smoothly? Harold was a little worried about his future after baldness.

    The two talked until night, and the bald headed and Harold were separated. Harold naturally did not need to go to jail to sleep on the floor, and was assigned to a house next to the bald head.

    Before long, one arm and a noble came to Harold''s house and knocked at the door. Harold knew that he should come to win over himself, opened the door and talked with them.

    The nobleman took out a crystal ball, asked Harold to stick his hand on it, and explained, "anyone who gets the gift of the sun has the opportunity to become a solar sacrifice. This crystal ball can test whether you have the talent to become a solar sacrifice!"

    "Sun sacrifice can borrow the great power of the sun and use all kinds of magical magic. Some can make crops grow rapidly, some can heal injuries and even bring back the dead. It is the greatest and most magical power in the world!"

    This is the priest! I had a gift to be a priest!

    Harold put his hand on it excitedly and looked at the crystal ball with expectation. The crystal ball emitted a very weak light, which could hardly be detected if it was not for the dark room.

    Is this a gift? Harold looked nervously at the noble.

    The nobleman sighed and said, "with such a little affinity, it should not be possible to become a sun sacrifice, but you can go to the Sun Temple if you like. Maybe a miracle will happen."

    The nobleman left with the crystal ball and didn''t say anything to Harold. It seems that he doesn''t believe in miracles. Now only Harold and one arm are left in the room.

    "You have received the gift of the sun and are no longer a slave in the arena, but count sarik still hopes you can work for him."

    "Count sarik is willing to share the glory with you, make you a noble knight! And reward you with wealth and land after you finish your task!"

    One arm was not vague, so he went straight to the subject. He was sent by the count to win over Harold. Bald head had a dispute with the count in the morning, and the count was not easy to send bald head.

    Harlott did not answer immediately. He had already told him about his freedom, and he was thinking about how to refuse count sarik''s invitation without irritating him.

    Harold suddenly thought that the sun sacrifice could cure the injury and even bring back the dead. Since the death can be brought back to life, it shouldn''t be a problem to heal and regenerate a broken arm?

    Harold stared at his one armed arm and said, "how did you break your arm?"

    One arm was stunned. Unexpectedly, Harold suddenly asked this question, but he replied: "once on the battlefield, I broke my knife to save count sarik!"

    Harold looked into one arm''s eyes and said, "you became a knife for him and saved his life. Now this is the end. Do you think I will take refuge in him?"

    One arm clenched his fist, stood up and stared at Harold, as if he were going to fight Harold.

    Harold and one arm looked at each other without any retreat. For a long time, one arm did it, gave himself a glass of wine and said, "you are different from Corleone. You are very smart. Can you see that my heart is unwilling?"

    Harold shook his head and said, "I don''t have the ability to penetrate people''s hearts. I just pushed myself to others and stood in your position for a moment. Anyway, if I were you, I would be dissatisfied with count sarik!"

    Harold had always thought that one arm and count sarik were close relations of mutual trust, but when he learned that the world had the means to cure the broken arm, but one arm was still disabled, he had the courage to speculate when he thought of count sarik''s cold and selfish character.

    Count sarik didn''t take the one arm that saved his life seriously! Coming to the arena every month to find one arm is just his show!

    One arm is not so loyal to count sarik at all!

    One arm sneered and said, "I lived and died for him and put on an arm to save him. What''s the result?"

    "My glory has been taken back. I am no longer a knight with extraordinary power. I have no land, wealth and glory. I can only be raised by him as a disabled person! How can I not be dissatisfied with him!"

    "Oh, now I''m disabled. I can live decently only by him. I don''t dare to annoy him. I''ll tell him you accepted Marcus''s invitation, so he won''t be angry with you or me."

    "Don''t spread what we say tonight. Besides, you''d better talk to Kryon! He''s more stupid than me. Now he''s beginning to doubt Saric!"

    One arm didn''t say anything. He drank all the wine and left. His task failed, but he was not very sad, but very happy. If Harold was really loyal to count sarik, he would feel uncomfortable.

    I went out with one arm and just met a bald man in a daze.

    Bald head, in a trance and tangled face, don''t think about it. It must be worrying about the conflict with count sarik during the day.

    One arm came forward and asked, "Hey, bald man, what are you thinking?"

    The bald man, with one arm, said, "you are closest to count sarik. You said that I asked the count to stop the fighting during the day. Why didn''t he listen to my request? Did he have guessed that Harold could defeat the ogre?"

    It''s silly to be speechless with one arm! Still tangled here? Not listening to your request is not nonsense. You are just one of his chess pieces. He cares whether you ask or beg!

    One arm sighed, pressed close to the bald ear and whispered, "how stupid are you? Count sarik doesn''t treat us as brothers at all! I and you are just a dog in his eyes!"

    Bareheaded and staring at one arm, the man who was most loyal and trusted by the count said these words.

    One arm looked around and there was no one. He pointed to his broken arm with his only finger and said, "my left hand is broken for him! It''s not too much to say that I saved his life!"

    "As for him, he took back the glory shared with me and sent me to this arena to spend some time!"

    "At first, I hypnotized myself like you. Lord count will not be a cold-blooded and ruthless person. He will not forget my loyalty!"

    "But that guy came to the arena to see me once or twice as a show every month, and he didn''t give me any compensation!"

    "Some of the knights in the same period as me have become village lords, some have gained a lot of wealth, only me. I have no money and power, so I can only eat in the arena and wait to die!"

    After listening to the words of one arm, the bald head stood for a moment, and finally figured out that all doubts had answers, and all places that didn''t make sense could be connected.

    He was not stupid, but he was pulled up by count sarik when he was in the worst of his life. He was too grateful to count sarik in his heart. In addition, count sarik was really clever, which had deceived him for more than ten years.

    It was because of his heartfelt worship and gratitude that he did not ask for return. He devoted himself to the count for half his life. He always thought that count sarik was different and special.

    One arm continued, "the count arranged the scar. When he makes enough money, he will throw him out as a ghost."

    "You''ve been looking for the count to persuade him not to listen to scar!"

    "I''m really worthless for you. What''s wrong with your strength? It''s no problem to take refuge in the king and get glory. It''s no problem to be the deputy head of the guard order. What''s the purpose of working hard for that scum sarik? He won''t give you anything!"

    "Don''t stay here. Count sarik is a guy who pursues interests and ignores human life. You can''t change the fate of gladiators. Put it down!"

    One arm didn''t say anything. He patted his bald shoulder and left. He was loyal to the wrong person. He lost his arm and became disabled. It was completely destroyed in his life, but bald head can have a better future. He raised his bald head out of kindness.

    The bald head watched the one arm leave, and his heart was no longer confused. The one arm was once the most loyal person to the count, and now he is the person who knows the count best. His words completely woke the bald head.