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of one kilometer.

He landed deep in the forest of pomegranate trees, and thought that this was a perfect opportunity to hunt the spittle squirrels.

"Looks like we'll have squirrels on the grill, Igniz," said Smoke as he let out his symbiote from his hidden metallic chamber.

Smoke only needed one of his arrows to kill one, while Igniz would often require two shots with his fireballs if it was not a critical strike.

Together, the two of them hunted down three hundred spittle squirrels before reaching the city gates. He thought about cooking the squirrels before entering the city, but he feared that he might be spotted by passersby.

He had Igniz hide inside his orb-like chamber, and headed towards the city gates. As soon as he left the pomegranate forest, he felt the deadly Breathtaking Ballistae temporarily aim at him. The defensive sentry weapons reverted back to a neutral position as soon as they recognized him as a DarkElf, and not an Ork.

Back in the city, he immediately headed straight for Vona's arena. There, he saw groups of three to six OrkElves obediently following a single Sonstwelter with a Job of a Mage, or of a similar variant.

"Do they look happy to you, Igniz?" Smoke whispered to his hidden symbiote. He didn't need to see his dark ember sprite bobbing its head to know that he would have said yes.

'At least they look healthy,' observed Smoke while watching them follow their contracted masters.

"Tickets! Tickets! Get your tickets, here!" suddenly cried a lioness Lioumerean.

"What are those tickets for?" asked Smoke.

"Why, for the finals in the battle arena, of course," replied the Lioumerean skeptically. "This will decide who will be Vona's representative for Vitzytl Kingdom's Magi Gagnant Tournament in the capital city of Votl. Don't you know that?"

"Of course, I know about the tournament," quickly replied Smoke. "I just wanted to make sure what kind of ticket I'm buying. I don't want to end up suddenly watching some spittle squirrel competition, now, would I?"

The lioness Lioumerean's gaze on him did not change. In fact, it became even more suspicious than before.

"So, how much?" asked Smoke as he fished for zecs inside his bag.

The scalper eyed him from head to foot. She hesitatingly signaled him two fingers. "Two thousand zecs, but I don't think you can afford it."

Due to his low Beggar ranking, his Earth Elementalist disguise appeared more tattered than he had hoped. 

'I guess looking like a beggar isn't acceptable even in Vitzytl Kingdom,' angrily thought Smoke to himself.

Aside from getting mad, he also felt like being robbed as the ticket was relatively expensive, considering that he could pay two guides at the price of three-hundred zecs a day.

"Here," said a perturbed Smoke, handing her the exact amount. "Just because I look like this doesn't mean I can't pay."

Having experienced the elitist discrimination on a daily basis, he had mostly gotten used to the stares, but today, he reached his limit with her.

'I really need to get a rank up on my Beggar Job soon,' he reminded himself strongly as he entered the arena.
 
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    Walking into the large elliptical stadium, he estimated that it was slightly smaller than the one in Centzo, where he participated in the Swordsman to Knight Tournament. He saw a metallic plaque on the side of the wall.
 
    Volution Arena

  Seating Capacity: 80,000
  Dimensions: 200 meters long, 180 meters wide, 60 meters tall
    Then, he was called by one of the arena attendants, a beautiful brunette WoodElf. "Your ticket please, Sir."

Smoke handed her the scalper's ticket.

"Oh, you're in section eighty-two. That would be ten doors to your left," she pleasantly explained and returned the ticket to him.

He remembered how a stadium of this size required several entrances to avoid the crowd from, well from crowding in its pathways.

The arena had been almost filled, as only a few seats were free. When he spotted his chair, he