"Everybody loves Cisnatus, the women screamed for him, the men cheered for him, that guy was a legend, I remember the final curtain call, the Victor Arena was packed, one vote It's hard to find, his name is floating in the sky of Rome, and he appeared in the eyes of everyone, with blond hair fluttering, like the incarnation of Mars, the god of war, with one enemy against six, and every sword strike has an enemy He fell down immediately, and the remaining opponents could only tremble under his majesty..." Marcruz couldn't help dancing when he talked about the excitement.
The person in charge of the school had to remind the middle-aged Roman who was immersed in good memories, "But my master, no matter how great a hero is, he will grow old one day, and Cisnatus is no exception. Deny, he was indeed an excellent gladiator when he was young, even... he can be said to be the best gladiator in Rome, but after he became famous, his body began to be emptied by drinking and sex, and we arranged too many for him in order to sell tickets. Many battles have exceeded his body's recovery speed. As he ages, his strength has declined sharply. There is no problem with the first two championships, but for the third championship, we did make some tricks in the battle arrangement. And the last curtain call, we all know that the six opponents are just in name..."
"Enough." Marcruz said dissatisfied, "Damn it, of course I know what the truth is like, I don't need you to remind me, remember your identity, Gabi!"
"Sorry, my master." The head of the school immediately fell to his knees.
"I don't care about Cisnatus' real strength, as long as he can make money for me. Since Cisnatus retired, my business is not as good as before. We are not the only ones in the gladiator school in the city. Saiyan old bastard wants to ride on my neck in his dreams, I heard he bought a very good Thracian from somewhere, that guy has won eleven or twelve games in a row, now those ladies Both Miss and I ran to see that stinky Thracian, we need to find a way to reverse the disadvantage." Mark Cruz said.
"I will do my best."
"No, no, that's not the answer I want, I'll say it again," Marcruz said almost word for word, "I need the next Cisnatus! I want it now! I don't care what means you use, no matter what Through training or some magic trick, make me the next Cisnatus from this goddamn Germanic."
The middle-aged Roman sat down on the seat angrily after saying this, his chest kept rising and falling, and he looked a little annoyed that he couldn't get the answer he wanted.
Of the two female slaves next to him, one rubbed his chest, and the other poured wine for him, but he knocked the wine glass down on the ground with a wave of his hand, and the blood-colored wine splashed out like this, spilling the wine. It's all over the place.
And after being disturbed like this, Marcruz didn't have any desire to continue the inspection, and said to the person in charge of the school, "Let's stop here today, I have already invested in this group of newcomers as you said, which is a large sum of money." Money, do you know how I built up my net worth now, because I never traded at a loss, so I will give you 50 days, Gabi, when I ask you the same question again in 50 days, for Hello, I hope I can get the answer I want."
"Yes, my master." The head of the school just knelt on the ground like this.
And when Marcrus stood up again with the support of the female slave and was about to leave, suddenly a strange voice sounded.
"Uh... can you give me some time, master, I have a few words to say to you, it won't take too long."
"Huh?" Marcruz turned his head, saw Varo walking out of the crowd, and frowned, "Boy, you better have a better reason, because I'm in a bad mood."
Valo's scalp tingled when he heard the words. Of course he also knew that Marcruz was in a bad mood, but Marcruz generally didn't care much about the preparatory gladiators, so he would take a look at them on the first day of school, and then he wanted to see them later It's probably the day when he will go to the assessment.
"Please allow me to introduce myself first." Valo gritted his teeth.
Mark Cruise raised his chin, "Say it."
"I'm Varo, an antique dealer on Mule Street..." Varo paused, expecting to see a surprised expression on Marcruz's face.
However, the latter just said casually, "And then?" It seemed that he had never heard of Varo's name.
Valorio was a little disappointed, but he quickly calmed down and continued, "I think your people may have made a mistake when they bought me. I have excellent business skills, especially in the antique business. , my father is a very famous antique dealer, and so am I. I just heard you say that you hope to make more money, so I think I'm exactly what you need, as long as you can invest in me money, I can use my talent..."
But he was interrupted by Marcruz before he finished speaking, "Let me ask you a question, Val, if you really make money as you claim, why are you standing here?"
There was a burst of laughter among the slaves, and Varo's face was flushed, "It was an accident, I invested in a business other than antiques, and then my partner met a thief unfortunately, I had to lose a lot money."
"It's all explained..." Marcruz nodded.
"Everything makes sense?" Varo asked puzzled.
"It's nothing, I know your situation, I will find someone to verify what you said, but before that, focus on the matter in front of you, do me a favor and train well, okay, Val? "
"Actually, my name is Walo... In addition, everyone in Mule Street knows about me, and it's easy to ask anyone who wants to know about me."
"Are you teaching me how to do things, Val?" Marcruz pulled his face down, rubbing the emerald ring with his index finger, and said impatiently.
"No, master." Varo lowered his head.
"Very well, as I said, I already know what you said, and someone will notify you when there is a result, do your own thing, and just wait patiently." Marcruz ignored Wa after finishing speaking. Luo, his figure disappeared from the balcony.
And until this moment, the kneeling school principal stood up from the ground. He first glanced at Walo, his gaze was a little strange, like looking at a roast suckling pig on a rack, mixed with a trace of sympathy .
Varo is also a little puzzled. He feels that although he didn't get the investment immediately in this adventure, he basically got the desired result. If there is no accident, his days in the gladiator school have entered the countdown. As long as Mark Ruth is not stupid, after finding out his identity, he will be taken out of here soon, and let him do what he is best at, so when he returned to the team, he said excitedly to Zhang Heng, "I succeeded. "
However, Zhang Heng didn't mean to congratulate him. He just said, "If the life in the country is really as bad as you said, I think you'd better consider taking the next training seriously."