They had turned one medium sized chest of silver into two entire Merchant wagons stacked with chests of Silver. They had the funds of a small kingdom… They needed to leave soon; it was too much money for even 25 swordsmen to guard at this point.
Off their shifts, Gnarlo and the guards were blowing as much cash as they could at the brothels… they were spending so much money, they caused an inflationary spike in the Brothel district.
A lot of regular workers were priced out even some nobles were starting to get pissed… They all chopped it up to the excitement of the new Gladiator bringing in a boat load of business to the city, as merchants and nobles started pouring in, in anticipation of the Arena champion fighting again.
Maro woke up in his private quarters in the Winner's lobby, no expense was spared in treating and helping Maro recover… He was given stamina, mana and health recovery potions. There was a lot of money and excitement involved whenever the Champion fought and barely anyone was willing to challenge the mighty Troll.
After all the arena staff left, surprisingly Katarina walked in… even her walk was intoxicating.
She took off her hood and sat down on the edge of his bed. His body had been extremely relaxed after laying down for so long, he immediately got an erection under the covers… his young body betrayed him…Katarina saw.
"Are you really that into me?" she raised her eyebrows.
Maro already over trying to be bashful and trying to hide it, just looked at her and responded "Yes"
"I want you, I've made that clear… our deal still stands"
She laughed "hahaha, you're still gooing to die this coming weekend… they slotted your fight against the champ for prime time"
"As long as you understand, a deal is a deal" Maro put on his most devilish grin, making Katarina feel a bit nervous for half a second.
"Do you mind if I ask you something" she asked
"Go ahead" Maro laid back down
"What did you mean when you said you were the 'Liberator of the Order races'..." She asked bluntly
"Well where do I begin, I liberated a Re-education facility on the edge of the country, that somehow only imprisoned Order races… I freed a bunch of people from an Orc camp, including two elf ladies, whom I will introduce to you later… I also broke up a work camp that locked Dwarves in the mines 24/7…"
He paused for a second "Oh and we are starting our own kingdom-country-city-club thing, whatever you wanna call it, in an ancient Dwarf Fortress, large enough to house tens of thousands of people… but only currently has a couple hundred."
Katarina was calculating everything he said… how do you just decide to start another country…
She didn't know if she could trust him… but he was going to die tomorrow anyways so she confessed everything to him.
Her parents were basic mages, but instilled in her their curiosity for all things arcane, so she was younger than most when she initially got her mage class…
On their way to the Main Academy for mages in the capital, they were set upon by a group of bandits. Mainly Orcs, goblins and even some hobgoblins… a strong force.
Her parents tried to stop them but were caught, tortured and eventually killed… She had been tied up and left in one piece to watch what they did to her parents for their entertainment. Eventually a local militia of Humans bartered for her life, not willing to chase and kill them for fear of reprisal from the Unity Kingdom… her trauma after witnessing what happened to her parents, left her so angry for such a long time. Anger towards the Orcs and Goblins and anger towards the Kingdom for allowing this to happen and not pursuing justice.
That was the reason she geared her magic towards direct fighting as opposed to research and artillery. Her combat experience let her unlock a class specialization and that is how she became the Ice Queen.
She joined the Arena so she could kill Green skinned bastards without getting in trouble for it… So when Maro made his grand announcement, it made her remember that she hated the Kingdom too for allowing all of this to keep going on…
It's a shame Maro was going to die… he was strong and would understand her anger.
Maro grabbed her hand "Everything I have said is true… I liberated those camps… I did start a new city… I promised I would kill those orcs and I will beat the champion tomorrow… and the most truthful thing I have said… I want you."
She teared up… he was just another asshole playing at her emotions… There is no way anyone would be able to overcome the champion. She desperately wanted to believe his vision for a new place to live.
The troll was old and well versed in combat, having been champion here for two decades, its tough skin could deflect crossbow bolts and had serious anti magic properties… anyone that could cut it would quickly find out how strong its regeneration was… It carried two large war mauls… nothing could escape its reach.
Maro gulped … if he was actually going to fight it he would die, but he planned on cheating… his life was in Gnarlo's hands now.
"If you still don't trust me, let's have some wine… If I was going to die, knowing I had a night with you even once… I would die happy"
"You do realize how much of a dirtbag you are" as she grabbed a wineskin for him.
Maro sat up to drink the wine. "Want some" he offered
She took it from him and took a swig, giving it back, she winked at him teasingly
Maro's heart was already pounding at max… was this going to happen?
He would be so happy.
She slipped her hand underneath his blanket, leaned in and said… "a deal is a deal" and froze his penis in a block of Ice.
She took the wine skin, took a sip, got up, threw it back at him and left.
A sensation of cold and calm washed over him, his heart beat slowed down again… She was good with her exits, she was cool as hell, he thought.
Even her walk out was extra seductive…
He was sipping his wine for a while, before his penis started to really feel like burning from the Ice… he started panicking a little bit, he couldn't crush ice without hurting the head he used the most.
A couple seconds later, Gnarlo walked into Maro's room and saw he was bashing his frozen penis on the corner of the table while casting healing spells on his penis.
He just stood at the door, watching… Eventually Maro put his penis over a couple of lit candles until the ice completely melted.
"Maro, time to debrief" Gnarlo coughed
They weren't even phased anymore at the crazy stuff that happened to them anymore, they just continued as Maro was dressing himself.
"Whats the status on the Troll" he inquired
"Almost, we should be good by fight night... Bellina is nice enough… she's just lonely… I told her I was also the brain of another Troll named Rolf… she is actually interested in coming with us… she is interested in meeting the Troll that shares her brain… but once she does come back, no one will ever be able to say I am not a Tamer of Trolls, my title of Gnome King will be solidified"
"Well you already have the crown and sceptre, Just make sure she surrenders to me after a short scuffle".
"Dont worry cash-cow, I will be hidden in the shadows of her neck folds. No one from up in the arena will be able to see me. I can whisper to her whatever I want…" he smiled
Maro didn't want to know what the gnome was thinking about… but based on what he saw in the brothel… he really didn't want to picture Gnarlo trying to have sex with a troll.
They were ready to make a shit ton of money… with Maro as the underdog the odds were looking good.