Hades Messenger Is Succubus Master
Chapter 38 The Upcoming Game

Chapter 38: 38 The Upcoming Game

Waberan sat in his exquisite and luxurious magic laboratory, eating a delicious dessert and looking at a bill with a frown on his face.

As the boss behind "Heavenly Clouds", after his brothel was demolished by Sophia, he not only lost a lot of money, but also lost all his girls to competitors.

Losing money and losing girls made Waberlan hate the vicious Marquise. This time, he was planning to use the Marquis Marino incident to trick Sophia and make her suffer.

It just so happened that he heard that the Marquise was pregnant a while ago, which disappointed Waberlan. But it didn’t matter. When he had time, he could hire a few assassins to kill her. Now, the most important thing was the matter at hand.

All colleges in Lyon hold competitions every five years. The five most elite people from each college are selected to go to the imperial capital to participate in a competition.

The winning college will receive a huge sum of money from the royal family for development.

The winning students can also choose a treasure from the royal treasury, and the city where the college is located can be exempted from taxes for half a year. This is a tradition in Lyon that has continued for thousands of years.

The competition period is also the most lively celebration day in the Lyon Empire. Civilians will gather at the duel field to watch the competition.

It was the transition between spring and summer, and it was also the stage when the various colleges were about to begin preparations for the competitions. The funds entrusted by the royal family to the Marquisate had already arrived, but Waberan had taken out more than half of it to prepare for the opening of his newly opened brothel.

He had wanted to just hastily hold the competition and forget about it, but then he received a letter from the royal family saying that they had sent a noble over specifically to exchange ideas and learn from each other and to see how the college competitions in the West were going.

Waberan was now panicking. If the nobles from the imperial capital saw the competition, they would definitely laugh at him in the royal capital. If the imperial capital knew that he was not doing a good job, he would not be able to be the dean anymore. So, he was worried about the money recently.

"Where can I get so much money?"

Waberan twisted his gray beard, thinking of a solution and almost going crazy.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Waberan shouted unhappily.

"Hey, Mr. Dean, what’s wrong with you?" The person who came in was the boss of "Heavenly Clouds", the shrewd fox man Angie. He walked with an elegant posture, very aristocratic style, although he was holding a drink and a hot wet towel in his hands.

Since the brothel was closed, Angie, as Waberlan’s confidant, was arranged to work in the academy. On the surface, he was a servant who served Waberlan’s daily life, but in fact, he was secretly helping Waberlan to prepare a new brothel.

Because he was cautious and smooth, and basically everything he did made Waberlan feel at ease, he was deeply trusted by Waberlan.

"Well, it’s all about money. Now the imperial capital has sent someone to watch our game. If they see that our game is so simple, I can’t do my job as the dean anymore."

"About this?" Angie grinned. "Don’t worry, Dean. I’ll find a way for you to make this competition a lively one."

"Really?" Waberlan was very happy with Angie’s words. He said quickly, "If you have any ideas, just use them. As long as I can get through this difficult time, I will give you a share of the profits."

"Then I would like to thank the dean first." Angie put down his drink and towel, cleared the leftover snacks on the table, bowed deeply to Waberlan, and walked out the door with a smile.

***

Martial Arts Academy, martial arts training ground, late at night.

The wide martial arts arena could accommodate thousands of people. The walls and floors were made of pure steel rock. Although they were often hit by the students’ fighting spirit and weapons, they only left some deep and shallow scratches and did not collapse.

Because the students had finished their classes and left, only a few dim magic crystal lights were still on in the martial arts arena, and all the headlights were turned off by the instructor.

In such a dim environment, only those who were doing intensive training for the competition stayed.

Among those diligent people was Roger. At this moment, his whole body was filled with blue fighting spirit, waving his heavy swords and slashing forward. His opponent was a brown-haired boy of the same age as him. He was very thin, had narrow black eyes, and had some freckles on his face. He looked very inconspicuous. But facing this man, Roger did not dare to neglect him at all.

This boy is called Jace, and he is a monster who is as diligent as Roger. Unlike Roger who is good at all subjects, Jace has been focusing on the cultivation of fighting spirit and martial arts since he entered the academy.

Therefore, he has already become a mid-level fourth-level warrior after only entering the academy two years ago. Among the students of the martial arts academy, there are only three people who can make Roger take them seriously in terms of fighting spirit cultivation and combat level, and he is one of them.

Jace’s weapons were two moon-shaped scimitars. He moved fast, and the scimitars swung even faster. Roger’s heavy sword had great explosive power, but he couldn’t take advantage of such a nimble guy.

In just one encounter, Jace’s scimitar slashed Roger’s sword towards his throat, and the other scimitar hooked Roger’s sword, making him unable to move.

In a hurry, Roger quickly dropped his sword and raised his legs, dodging the scimitar that was slashing towards his neck while kicking at the opponent’s abdomen. Seeing Roger’s decisiveness, Jason no longer restrained his sword and twisted his waist to distance himself.

Roger picked up the heavy sword and attacked again. He knew that chopping was too heavy, so he changed from chopping to stabbing, using the length advantage of the heavy sword to deal with him.

After several unsuccessful attacks, Jace was not in a hurry. He looked at Roger who was on full alert with an evil smile on his face. He suddenly threw the scimitar in his hand. Driven by his fighting spirit, the scimitar flew towards Roger’s waist like a boomerang.

Roger raised his sword to block, his whole body filled with fighting spirit.

*Clang!

The scimitar was knocked away and fell far on the ground. Roger stood there in a daze, with the other scimitar in Jace’s hand on his neck. Just a slight touch would kill him.

"You are too... scary!" Roger smiled bitterly and took off the scimitar from his neck. This was the 30th time that the scimitar was on his neck. Eleven times it was on his heart, and nine times it was on his waist.