How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 73

Because of his tone, Camu coughed a little and carefully chose his words.

"I mean, if your wife makes a mistake... Damn it, think realistically. I'd be confused, too. Imagine a grilled pig on a table talking to you one day! If she could understand all of their cries, wouldn't she be disturbed if you were the one who was fighting? Would that not be a problem? What if they look at your wife sitting in the audience and show some strange behaviour?"

The metaphor with grilled pig was a bit illogical, but Galar also expressed his agreement.

"I'm most concerned about that, too, Izek. Even if the Duchess is good at dealing with it, you don't know what the mad monsters would do. If you're trying to rush into the auditorium, if it's impossible, or if you're trying to send a signal......."

"What do you mean by signal?"

"Well, I don't know, body language or something like that."

A mysterious silence passed by Galar's quibbling over whether Izek did not have common sense.

Izek, who had a fed-up look on his face, finally murmured as if he was sighing, "Who doesn't know that? That's why I'm attending."

"What?"

Izek turned away from his colleagues staring blankly at him and watched the sunset burning scarlet.

The wild tricks used in the gladiatorial match to tame monsters had grown wild over the months.

So, these monsters were reborn as a perfect monster through hunger, torture, stimulation and drug injection.

At present, no one could tell what would happen if such monsters detected Rudbeckia.

That is why Cardinal Valentino could not be excluded from the stands as he came to take control of the committee.

So...

"I'm the only one who can kill them as quickly as possible without pain before they make a fool of themselves."

It was a serious, unfortunate argument, but there was no pride or arrogance in his slow-flowing voice.

Camu and Galar did not even feel like refuting for once, because the words that came out were not plain but dry, and a very natural and understandable fact.

"So that's why... but what if you lose in the middle?"

"There's no losing. I'm the final winner of this tournament."

"Are you serious?"

"I will do my best to save the spirit of the North and give pride to my uncle. Wouldn't that be enough for me to have my own way if I get found out later on? My wife's got some quirks, so there'll be fewer people to question her with a man like me as her husband."

Camu turned away and rummaged through his waist pocket for a leaf cigarette.

Meanwhile Galar dropped his leaf cigarette and spat out, "Then, we'll have to attend."

"What do you mean, 'we'?"

"Me and you, Camu. And maybe Ivan and......."

"Is this bear crazy, why are you suddenly dragging me in? And don't you know that foul play is prohibited?"

"Who said this is foul play? Let's go on a new adventure."

"You talk so easily about this, just what do you think a gladiatorial match is?"

"You're not confident, Camu? I'm disappointed."

"This man, really.......!"

It was then that the sound of hooves getting closer quickly came from the bottom.