Chapter 74 Arena Private Room

"I see."

Last looked normal, but his fat hands rubbing back and forth betrayed him.

It seems that he is not as calm as he looks on the surface.

"You know, a weekly salary of 2KB is not something that everyone can afford."

Old Occam gave Ethan a very obscure look.

This is obviously to help Ethan raise his value.

A weekly salary of 2KB is not a small amount, which is equivalent to a senior white-collar worker in the previous life.

However, for the arena, a person who can remove the curse of "God's Disarmament" is fully worthy of this salary.

Last remembered it thoughtfully, and then took out a stack of arena tickets from his arms and handed them to Occam.

"Thank you Mr. Occam for your treatment. I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the arena. I hope everyone can have time to watch the game in the arena."

Occam took the ticket, which read: Moon Champion Finals, Area A 0315.

Tickets for the Moon Champion game have always been in high demand, and this is a relatively front-line seat in the arena, and you can even hear the sound of the two sides punching each other.

It's quite sincere.

Last turned around and took out another envelope and handed it to Ethan with both hands.

"Here I want to thank Dr. Ethan in particular for his superb medical skills. Please accept my sincerity."

Ethan did not take it directly, but looked at Occam.

The latter nodded slightly.

He took the envelope.

Seeing Ethan take the envelope, Last was also very happy. He put his hat on his chest and nodded slightly.

"Since their injuries are no longer a problem, then... we won't bother them."

After that, he led the two fighters back to the door.

"Doctor Ethan, you must come to watch the game when you have time. Last will wait for good news."

After saying that, he turned around and left with his two men.

Ethan stared at the envelope in his hand in a daze.

He tore open the envelope and found a ticket to the arena.

It was printed with gold-plated font: Monthly Champion Finals!

There was no seat number on the ticket, only a number 005.

Occam was slightly surprised when he saw the ticket.

"This is also a ticket for the Monthly Champion Finals. It is very popular outside."

"Why is there no seat number on the ticket?"

A waiter asked curiously.

"Hehe, isn't there one?"

Old Occam pointed to the number 005 on the lower right corner of the ticket.

"This is a private room. It looks like it has never seen the world."

The private room is the VIP room of the arena, specially prepared for federal nobles and some prestigious people.

Occam carefully held it in his palm and handed it to Ethan solemnly.

It seems that this is also the first time he has touched it with his own hands.

"It's a pity that there is only one ticket."

Ethan shook his head.

"Haha, don't worry about that. There is no limit on the number of people in the private room. The default is no more than five people, but it is said that ten people are more than enough."

Occam explained with some envy.

"That's great, let's go and watch it together."

Ethan raised the ticket in his hand. There were less than eight people in The Wizard of Oz.

It shouldn't be so crowded in the private room.

"Great~"

The guys cheered.

But Occam shook his head and said reluctantly.

"Silly boy, the reason why Last left the ticket for the private room is to give you a chance to meet and chat. It would be too tactless for us to go."

"Besides, we also have tickets, and it's the front row, which is already very satisfactory."

Ethan repeatedly gave in, but everyone refused tacitly.

Helpless, he could only give up.

The rhythm was disrupted by the small episode in the middle, and Occam refilled the rum, and the small party to celebrate Ethan's admission to university continued.

It was not until Occam was drunk that everyone dispersed one by one.

Ethan, who had not touched a drop of alcohol, saw that it was still early, and went into the small laboratory of the Wizard of Oz again.

The six little mice that had just used the secret medicine of the white mouse had entered the stage of hair loss. It is estimated that six cute little meat balls will be seen again tomorrow morning.

As for the first batch of three white mice that used the secret medicine of the white mouse and were successfully transformed, two of them had been injected with a trace amount of snake venom.

These two little white mice lay in the cage, and they were in good spirits.

But it is estimated that they have not completely gotten rid of the influence of the snake venom.

When they saw Ethan feeding, the two little white mice trembled and walked to the feeding trough to eat.

Although the movements were a little slow, at least there was no trembling and twitching when they were just injected in the morning.

Ethan was happy.

This shows that a trace amount of antibodies have been produced in the white mice.

After making a simple note, Ethan returned to his room.

Looking out through the window, the silver moon was reflected obliquely.

Ethan opened the logbook and began to read and translate page by page.

Ever since he was baptized by the black box on the big ship, Ethan felt that his brain was transforming, and the most intuitive manifestation was that his memory was getting better and better.

He could remember almost all the words he had read after just a few glances.

When reading this logbook before, Ethan needed to translate word by word.

Now, when turning a page of the logbook, he only looked up the dictionary a few times, and sometimes he didn't even look up the dictionary once for several pages.

"April 1, the eighth year of Hill III.

The city in the sky, the place that only appeared in mythology, actually exists.

When I got that magical monocular telescope, my worldview was turned upside down.

Sure enough, the appraiser did not deceive me.

That telescope is indeed the product of an alchemist.

Under the starlight, I looked at the changing ghosts in the monocular telescope.

My yearning became stronger.

I must find the city in the sky. ”

“April 5, the eighth year of Hill III.

Today, Master Hawke finally came out of the room again.

He said he had some inspiration, but he could not grasp it. I think he was short of wine.

When the servant put a large jar of micro-bubble thick liquor in front of him, he picked up the jar and drank it.

He looked hungry and had no choice but to eat. He really loves wine.

When there was little left in the jar of wine, he opened his frighteningly bright eyes and muttered the three words "Wind God Sail".

After drinking the thick liquor, Hawke pushed me out of the room directly. It seems that he really had inspiration.

I told the servants to fill Hawke's room with fine wine, hoping that he could understand my good intentions.

Two days later, more than half of the wine was gone.

I still underestimated the dwarves' love of alcohol.

Barrels?

"

"April 6, the eighth year of Hill III.

Master Hawke told me that he would go back and call his dwarven brothers over.

This is really great news.

I led a team of thirty people and escorted Master Hawke to Ironforge, the gathering place of dwarves.

I didn't expect that although Ironforge has the word "fort" in it, it actually has nothing to do with a castle.

Ironforge, which has always been very mysterious, is hidden among the mountains and fire.

The flames almost set my hair on fire.

I guess only dwarves can live here.

"

PS: Recommendation ticket teleportation array.