A sea of people filled the way to the Great-Jar Arena on the northern coast of Caelid. Built like a Roman Colosseum, it was circular overall, and its ancient, rugged, primitive architectural style had survived to this day.
The usually deserted Great-Jar Arena was now packed outside its gates. The Great Jar, who looked taller than a six-story building at the very least, crouched before the entrance, barring unauthorized entry. The Combat Festival had yet to begin, and neither contestants nor spectators could enter early. Staff were making preparations inside.
Warrior jars were martial by nature, and working in an arena brought nothing but benefits. He loved this lively atmosphere of combat, and he could collect warriors' remains as well. Warriors and warrior jars became inseparable within the little world of the arena.
Jerren had anticipated this, so he had set up plenty of temporary camps outside the arena for spectators and contestants. The arena was quite far from Caelid's towns, making it inconvenient to stay in town. Innkeepers, restaurateurs, and traveling merchants had spotted a business opportunity and were doing everything they could to contact Jerren, hoping for a share of this big venture.
Jerren was a man of unwavering integrity, or he would never have become Radahn's friend. He paid no heed to the gold, silver, and treasures those merchants secretly sent him and would never accept bribes. He had carefully selected the suppliers and partners for this Combat Festival. They were absolutely honest and reliable, not the sort to pass off inferior goods or cut corners.
After all, General Radahn took this Combat Festival very seriously. If they handled this business well, they might gain the Starscourge's patronage. The merchants were therefore putting in extra care and effort themselves, leaving Jerren little need to push them.
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