Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 826 - 153: Dishonorable Fish Frying_2

"So, what's your reason for participating in the gladiator fight?"

The host lowered her voice, already laying the groundwork for the sob story that would follow.

Her job was to pique the interest of the noble lords in the contestants she introduced.

"For the money."

The Other Shore stated in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

The cost of living in the Imperial Capital was really too high, especially those upscale restaurants aimed at the nobility. The rewards she exchanged for magical creatures in Gear City were long spent.

Good heavens, was the money of these nobles blown in by the wind?

A single meal for hundreds of Golden Lions, why not just rob someone?

"Tsk—!"

The host clenched her fists, reminding herself not to get upset, to remain professional, "What I mean is, why do you need money?"

"For food."

"Food?"

The host's eyes lit up. So in other words, this woman had fallen to the point where she couldn't even afford to eat? This instantly conjured up a story in her mind about the Other Shore—a struggling, nearly collapsing family, with a father as the family pillar possibly incapacitated by an accident, forcing her to come to such a place to earn quick cash secretly.

Cliché maybe, but plenty of noble lords were willing to buy into such a story.

The future development path was clear, redeemed by some noble who fancied her, then going on to be his secret lover.

"That's right, food."

The Other Shore said honestly, "That Eternal Crown Restaurant is just too expensive, a meal costs 500 Golden Lions, and you have to book in advance. They say the portions are tiny, and you can't even get full."

With her appetite, without at least 2000 Golden Lions, a meal there wouldn't be enough for her.

She heard that many of the nobles here were frequent patrons of upscale restaurants, so the Other Shore took this chance to call for these upscale restaurants to consider reducing prices for an approachability.

The third awkward silence.

Even the experienced host was silent for a while.

What kind of meal are you eating?

If you don't have money, just don't go to such upscale restaurants, right?

There's absolutely no sympathy for this!

This was definitely the most absurd reason she had heard in all her years working here.

"Let's start the match." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The Other Shore said, understanding that it's the host's job to add flavor to the match, so she didn't take offense at the host's incessant chatter, but now it was getting late, and her stomach was slightly hungry.

"If that's the case…!"

The host raised her right arm high, her lips trembling slightly, she gave the big guy a meaningful glance, then loudly announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy today's feast of death!"

The big guy, upon receiving the host's signal, leaned forward, crossing a distance of over ten meters in the blink of an eye, and appeared right in front of the Other Shore.

"Oh! Here it comes, the trademark——"

"Boom——!"

A blast interrupted the host's next words, silencing the once bustling arena.

Facing the hulking figure up close, the slender armed and legged red-haired woman simply raised her right hand and struck the toughest armor of the opponent.

A soft and powerless resistance.

However, when everyone came to their senses, the big guy's chest plate, which even muskets couldn't pierce, was completely shattered, and he lay on the ground in a "大" shape, face-up, in a several meters deep pit that suddenly came into view of everyone.

The big guy opened his mouth wide, rolling his eyes, with blood continuously trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The host found herself sitting on the ground without knowing when it happened, even breaking a heel due to the sudden change.

"Miss Host, you should announce the winner."

The Other Shore reminded her.

An expected outcome, which was why she didn't want the host to continue, as over-raising audience expectations would make this outcome seem tasteless.

"The, the winner is… Miss Red Hair!"

This was the code name the newcomer came up with, sounding like it was made on the spur of the moment.

If it were a regular contestant in the arena, they would have probably packaged such a promising newcomer carefully.

"Please, please Miss Red Hair, give a victory speech!"

The host's speech became somewhat stammering.

The one-punch defeat of the arena's king, and the deep pit caused by that punch were too visually impactful. She had never seen such a match in her many years in the arena, even in matches specially prepared for the Eldest Prince's esteemed guests featuring High-tier Transcendents, such a spectacle was rare.

"A victory speech huh..."

The Other Shore glanced at the unconscious big guy, having heard that he was the arena's ace, and unlike her, who was there for quick money, the big guy had to make a living there in the future. She didn't want to cut off his livelihood.

After pondering for a moment, the Other Shore remarked on behalf of the unconscious big guy, "Don't be too harsh on him, after all, he has only killed 94 people."

...

This was a gladiator match without an execution segment, ending far quicker than anyone anticipated. Therefore, until the Other Shore strutted back into the contestant passage, the arena remained silent, except for a gleam in the eyes of a man wearing a black cloak on the stands. He immediately stood up and headed to the backstage of the arena.

The inspection phase was complete.

As he anticipated, this woman was a survivor of the extinct clan.

The big guy was a gladiator carefully selected by the Eldest Prince, after signing a contract with the arena, they underwent comprehensive "modifications", including the injection of "fire seed", which was one of the initial reasons the Eldest Prince incorporated the Underground Gladiatorial Arena, as there was no better laboratory in the Silver Radiance Empire.

Inject the "fire seed", then throw these test subjects into battles of life and death to observe the results.

These people were either prisoners sentenced to death by the empire, or commoners forced into redemption here, and no one cared what happened to them.

And the big guy was one of the successful cases of the "fire seed" modification experiment, now vastly different from the early robber he used to be, yet such a successful case had no ability to fight back against that red-haired woman!

The Eldest Prince needed such a henchman by his side.

"Miss Red Hair."

Someone called out to the Other Shore in the contestants' room.

At this moment, she was tidying up her gear, out of kindness to these original contestants, she left the Sword of Oath and Victory in the resting room, not equipping any armor or weapon before going on stage.

"The Prince admires your strength and wishes to meet you."

The man in the black cloak said.

He carefully observed the expression of the Other Shore, trying to deduce her view of the Imperial Royal Family of the Silver Radiance Empire.

"The Prince?"

The Other Shore's question relaxed the man a bit inside, at least in talks about the Eldest Prince, there was no hatred in her eyes, which allowed room for further contact.

"I can meet him."

Surprisingly, the Other Shore's attitude was unexpectedly cooperative, "But I have one request."

"Speak."

"Since it's the Prince, he should be able to visit the 'Eternal Crown' Restaurant anytime, right?"

?

The Other Shore continued, "When I inquired earlier, the staff there told me that commoners had to make a reservation, the earliest being next month. If he wants to meet me, let's meet there."

She wasn't buying it, suspecting those people simply didn't want her to dine there.

Seeing the man in the black cloak hesitating without answering, the Other Shore waved the freshly issued Golden Lion savings card, "We can split the bill for this meal, or I'll cover the cost."

"That's certainly no problem…"

The man in the black cloak promptly said.

He never expected the Other Shore to make such a request.

This was an opportunity most people in the Imperial Capital dreamed of, yet this red-haired woman only wanted to dine in an upscale restaurant.

Indeed, that extinct clan was full of peculiar people.

This red-haired woman seems to be quite a gluttonous one.