Gladiator is the super icon of this era.
Therefore, referring to the stars and idols of later generations, it is difficult to escape the entanglement of the rich and powerful.
What's more disadvantageous is that no matter how famous the gladiator is, he still can't get rid of his slave status. As long as someone bids high enough, the gladiator school will usually arrange a secret tryst between the gladiator and this generous lady.
And when a man and a woman meet in secret, what happens afterwards is self-evident.
This is also an additional income for the gladiator school, but most gladiators will not resist this kind of thing too much.
In addition to not disobeying the master's order, it is also because it will add a different color to their legendary stories, and they are talked about.
The most famous of these is the story of Sergiolus and Abia. The former was a well-known gladiator at the time, while the latter was the wife of a senator. Dating him after the show was known to many people in Rome at the time.
But no one expected that Abia would abandon her husband's family for Sergiolus in the end. The pair, tortured by love, finally eloped together and left Rome one night.
Their stories also became the favorite subject of bards for a time.
Marcruz really didn't expect that Zhang Heng would refuse such a harmless thing in his opinion, and it would cost him a lot of money. If it was someone else, his expression would probably be gloomy at the moment, but now he The relationship with Zhang Heng is in the honeymoon period.
Marcruz didn't want the friendly atmosphere he had created so hard to disappear because of this incident, so he thought for a while and said, "I can help you reject some people you don't like, but there are some people, those with high positions Man, even I can't offend them, so I can't promise you about it, but I can promise you that no one will bother you from now until the show at the Flavi Amphitheatre. "
"Flavian Amphitheater?" Zhang Heng pretended not to know.
"Yes, that's right, I won't hide it from you, the war between us and the Germans is over, our new Emperor His Majesty will return from the battlefield, and there will be a grand gladiatorial performance at that time, declaring his The rule has kicked off, not only us, but several famous gladiator schools in Rome will produce students, and I heard that there are also many powerful masters in other gladiator schools, how about it, are you sure?"
Marcruz looked at Zhang Heng full of expectations. The reason why he was so patient and friendly was because of the upcoming gladiator performance, which would be a reshuffling of the gladiator schools.
As expected, the latter did not disappoint him, nodded and said, "Of course, I will win for you."
"Very good." Marcruz was overjoyed upon hearing this.
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And the old Persian trainer on the other side also quietly left the gladiator school earlier, no one paid attention to him.
He came to a small market, passed the alleys with clothes rails, and came to a wooden loggia, where a man was selling spices, and his stalls were filled with saffron, pepper, Cloves, mint, rosemary.
The old Persian trainer squatted down and carefully picked inside, but at this moment a sharp knife hit his back.
"Are you really as old as the rumors say and have lost the basic sense of judgment?" A voice said beside his ear.
The old Persian trainer didn't look back, and said calmly, "Maybe, but you don't seem to be as strong as the legend says, otherwise you wouldn't have accepted the flower that the little girl handed you at the previous intersection."
The visitor's expression changed upon hearing this, "You tampered with the flowers? No, you're just bluffing."
"Otherwise, what do you think I'm here for? Isn't it just to prepare the antidote for you?" The old Persian trainer said leisurely.
"You lied to me, who would use spices as an antidote?"
"No, I just know that you don't like things that taste bad, so I bought spices to make it taste better for you." The old Persian trainer said while putting the mint in his hand into a small bottle.
The person behind him hesitated for a moment, and finally took the vial, drank it down, and at the same time withdrew the dagger in his hand.
"Why are you not in the arena, isn't he your most beloved student?"
"Because I never watch a fight without suspense. You went to see his gladiatorial performance. How about it? He is very powerful." The old Persian trainer clapped his hands and stood up from the ground.
"What assassins need more is concealment and patience, finding the right opportunity to kill with one blow, rather than the ability to fight head-on." When he starts to become famous, as long as he is not blind, Marcruz will train him as an ace in the arena, and when he is used to living a glorious life, can he still endure loneliness and be willing to become a person without a name like us?"
"You made the same mistake I made when I first met him, which is to underestimate him. Believe me, a person like him is impossible to be bought by Marcruz." The old trainer said, " As for the fighting style, you don't have to worry about it, I'm teaching him assassin skills right now."
"Oh, I see." The visitor chuckled, "You said that Marcruz couldn't bribe him, is it because you couldn't convince him to believe in Creuith and accept our ideas."
"I'm working hard. This kind of thing always needs a process." The old Persian trainer shrugged.
"Don't tell me that you forgot what happened two hundred years ago. At that time, the organization got the oracle and should have killed Octavian, just like when our people assassinated Caesar, but Octavian turned against us. One of the members, the traitor and Octavian teamed up and almost destroyed the Balance Blade, and many seniors died because of this, this is the end of recruiting people with unsteady beliefs into the Balance Blade."
The visitor paused, "You know that other members of the organization will not agree to let a person whose belief is not strong enough join."
"I regret what happened two hundred years ago, but like I said, this kind of thing always needs a process." The old Persian trainer said leisurely.
"The process? I don't think you can get the support of other people except your old friend the Faceless Man, and it's different from the environment two hundred years ago. Now we are surrounded by enemies."
"Then stop making other people our enemies."
"Why can't you honestly follow the previous plan and let Habitus assist us?" The visitor was a little annoyed.
"Because Habitus won't cooperate with us. I am his trainer, and I know him far better than you. He is what you call the person who is most likely to betray us. If we want to execute the plan smoothly, we have no Other options."
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