Alma3 Demon Queen
DAS 32: Red Pool

*Senopathy Child Revenge (DAS)*

It turns out that Princess Manila Sari who disappeared was pampering her horse by feeding it and leaving the mane, maybe at once to check whether the cutuan or not. Though the job was already the duty of the horse lover who takes care of the Manila Sari horse.

To Alma Fatara he admitted that if he was in the room continues like a pingit girl who wants to be married.

Not long ago, the Rhino and Bamboo Gelangking came to meet Alma Fatara in a condition that was already tickled (fat five cents a little).

“Come, Alma, Manila! We go to Red Pool!” bring the Rhino Deck. “People are already on going there.”

The four of them went towards the entrance of the Red Pool arena. Indeed, it was seen that a number of people, warriors and ordinary citizens, were walking towards somewhere. It's on the side of the bed and a little backwards.

The entrance to the Red Pond arena was like a cave mouth which then had a staircase leading down.

At the mouth of the cave there were three large-bodied men who were muscular like members of a bodybuilder club. They are in orange uniforms, a color that makes them look sweeter than oranges.

Two of them are tasked with asking for an entrance fee that is no more expensive than the price of the safety triangle. While another one was in charge of watching, just in case there was a naughty old man who tried to sneak in without even paying.

This time Alma Fatara received a transaction fee for admission from the Rhino Deck.

The four of them entered and followed the direction of the hallway which on the right and left walls was decorated with oil lamps.

After walking in more than twenty spears, they turned right and returned down a wide, elongated staircase.

From that point there was already the sound of a human crowd screaming wildly. When they came down out of the hallway, they came to a large, open room because the upper part was the free sky.

Many people surrounded the waist-high stone fence. They were even jostling to see what was happening inside a large, dry pond.

Around the stone fence was a stepped stands that allowed people in the back position to see freely into the stone pool. And the very back of the stands were the stone walls that were straight up, surrounding the large place. So the place was like a giant stone pit.

Exactly opposite the direction of the stairs into the place, there is a tribune that is designed higher and prominent. Although the stands were without glass, but its position indicated that it was a VIP stands. There were a number of well-dressed noble people sitting there, there was one man and two women. It seemed like they were either the higher-ups at that place or the VIP guests. Behind them stood a line of large, muscular men in orange uniforms. They stood still like security statues.

All attention was on the bottom of the pool. There were two men who were fighting seriously until they were bleeding. The big man with the axe with the panang handle had already suffered several sharp gun wounds. There was already a lot of blood dripping on the floor of the pool that was dark red.

While his opponent who was thinner and smaller only suffered a bloody wound on his nose. He was armed with two fine little swords. With a shrewdness he could twirl his sword in hand.

The big man with the axle has a green ribbon headband. While the swordsman armed with twin swords has a yellow ribbon bond on his left arm.

Many of the spectators did not stop shouting, be it shouting at the champion he supported or chiding the swordsman he did not choose, holding a piece of ribbon. Some held green ribbons and some held yellow. The color of the ribbon shows that the audience is betting for the victory of the swordsman of the same color.

Later, if their champion wins, they just exchange the tape to the gambling cashier. The amount of the bet is only one type. Flat. That simple.

If there is a new fight, then they will place bets again and pick up a new ribbon with a different code. So the owner of the Red Pool fighting arena set a lot of two-color ribbons only, namely green and yellow. The bands will be given special markings to avoid any manipulation of the ribbon of an unqualified gambler.

However, many spectators do not hold any ribbons.it shows that they are not betting, just watching.

People who are gambling crazy can be seen from their waist load. Some hang their pockets of money on the waist, without fear of anyone picking up. The place is equipped with many lifeless CCTV, namely people in purple uniforms as sweet as wine. They are in charge of overseeing the situation, including ensuring that the place is free of pickpockets. And that makes the pickpockets do not dare to act in that place, if they are caught, will be immediately executed.

“It turns out that in this city there are so many warriors,”, said Manila Sari when she saw many people dressed in swordsmen and armed.

It can indeed be distinguished between a warrior and ordinary citizens or just nobles. In some urban areas in the Land of Hiding is very concerned with the model and style of clothing. Dress style is considered to be an important identity for someone, let alone a swordsman. So it would be very rare to meet a swordsman who did not dress, let alone a female swordsman.

“Red Pool Fighting has become an attraction for Kotabatu Niwakmaya outer warriors to come. Some came to watch because they were curious. Some came for a show of devotion and popularized the name. There are also those who come to settle grudges, such as Sweet Laris to her thatch-haired husband,” clearly Bamboo Jangking loud enough, so that her voice is not drowned by the noise of the crowd.

Seriously the audience to the death fight at the bottom of the pool, making the beauty of Alma Fatara and Manila Sari not a concern. But not for the three people sitting on top of the VIP stands. Their attention is on Alma Fatara and Manila Sari because they already know the Rhino and Bamboo Gelap. The people in the special stands were seen talking to each other while looking at Alma and Manila Sari.

“We're there, because we're not betting!” the word Rhino Deck pointed at a somewhat high section of the stands.

“Who fought that?” ask Alma Fatara while following the Rhino Deck.

“The big one named Swordsman Kelap Kelapa and the sword named Berunuk,” replied the Rhino Deck.

“Then who's up there?” asked Alma Fatara again without looking at the VIP stands.

“Those two beautiful women named Nates Aya and Silbi Aya, the owner of this arena. The man is the Lord of Lives From Monkey Mountain, it looks like he became a special guest,” replied the Rhino Deck.

They were already standing on one of the steps of the tribune stone stairs and focusing their eyes on the fight in the Red Pool that seemed to have gone to the end.

“Rhinoceros, did you know that those two Aya liked to take the handsome swordsman who won as a rhinoceros mount?” ask Bamboo Cocktail.

“Know. But for horse rides, not rhinos!” answer the Rhino Deck with a sewot tone.

“Hahaha!” the Laughter of Alma Fatara.

“How to if you want to bet?” manila Sari asked suddenly.

“You want to bet, Princess?” alma Fatara was surprised.

“Hah! Princess?” re-call the Rhino and Bamboo Rhinoceros was surprised as well, but the difference was surprised.

“Manila Sari is a princess in the land of Tanah Jawi, so Uncle and Kakang both do not be rude to him,” said Alma asserted. “Do not until the royal troops come to this country just gegara this princess.”

“Hehehe!” The Rhino and Bamboo Goose decks only chuckled in a whimper.

“We spend a lot of money in this country, so we need income from the right way,” said Manila Sari.

“Princesses must wait for the next match. Bets for this match have been closed since the fight began. Later will be announced the next match, who will fight and who will wear green ribbon and who is yellow ribbon,” explained Bamboo.

“Then teach me to place a bet, Kakang Bambu,” said Manila Sari who for the first time mentioned “Kakang” to men in the country.

“Good, Princess,” says Bamboo Jangking.

“Do not teach placing bets, teach poking bamboo also he is smart. Hahaha!” the Rhino Deck.

“Hahaha!” the Laughter of Alma Fatara.

“About menaaang!” one man's voice shouted very loudly and echoed. It was very clear that his shout contained a high inner power.

“Siuuu!” cheers of the spectators who bet for the Cucumber, the swordsman who was armed with twin swords.

The winning bettors cheered wildly.

Swordsman of the Coconut Slit has fallen without life and is drenched in blood. He died as soon as his axe was cut off and one small green-burning yellow sword pierced his chest.

The spectators who bet for the Cucumbering victory immediately moved in crowds heading to the gambling cashier to exchange their yellow ribbons. There they jostle, similar to the scramble of the future president of the country. (BH)