"Never give up because miracles always exist."
Saros said to Shi Xiyu: "I like this world very much, no matter how miserable it is, there is still hope."
"hope?"
"look at this."
Saros picked up a stone, it was an ordinary stone, at least in Shi Xiyu's eyes.
"In a world of miracles, there are miracles."
Saros said, "You don't know if this little stone contains some kind of special power. Will you and I have the aura of miracles and awaken a powerful force."
The seemingly hopeless world is full of hope and possibility. Saros likes such a world, a world full of miracles.
"you're funny."
At this moment, a voice came from the next cell.
It has been almost half a month since Saros came here, but it was the first time he heard the man next door speak. He looked carefully and found that the other man was a fat man with bald Mediterranean hair.
"You can go out long ago, why are you still here?"
Shi Xiyu is also very clear about this matter, because she saw Saros open the door of the prison with her own eyes, and then went out to find food.
"Neither do you."
Just as the fat old man knew Saros's behavior, he also knew that this old man, like himself, always went out to find food: "What do you have today?"
"Found wine."
"I have meat."
Saros took out a large piece of roasted meat wrapped in leaves: "Eat together?"
"Come on a piece!"
This was the first meeting between Saros and Fat Old Han, who stayed in the cell for different reasons.
And few people would have thought that this bald old man with white hair turned out to be the legendary Holy Emperor, the supreme ruler of this empire.
Shi Xiyu witnessed the encounter between the two with her own eyes, and also heard the conversation that affected her life and shocked her.
"You can go out, why don't you go?"
After getting along for half a month, the Holy Emperor felt that he had understood Saros, and he was very aware of the power contained in this man.
He lacked nothing, only a miracle.
If Saros can obtain a miracle, even if it is the lowest one, the Holy Emperor can be sure that he will stand on the top of the world.
If the miracle is better and surpasses the Holy Emperor, it is only a matter of time, sooner or later.
"Why are you going out?"
Saros, who was less than 20 years old, leaned against the wall and took a sip of wine: "What's the difference between being outside and here?"
"What's more..."
Saros thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I won't go out secretly. That's a thief. I, Saros, will never be a thief."
Shi Xiyu thought it was strange that she had stolen food and drinks in her hands, but said she was not a thief.
"do you know?"
Saros said to the fat man: "They escorted me here, came in through the gate, passed the arena, I saw there and heard their shouts."
"I remember there was no gladiatorial fight that day," said the fat old man. "There should be no one there."
"Yes."
Saros: "There's no one there."
"But I heard," Saros: "The voice of countless people shouting."
On that day, Saros stood up straight, looked up and walked into the arena. There was no one in the audience, but he didn't seem like a slave, but came here like a hero.
"I told myself that at the time."
"I walked in through the gate," Saros looked into the fat old fool's eyes: "And one day, I will be like a hero in the cheers and praises of countless people, and let them send me out in person! "
"..."
Hearing Saros' answer, Fat Old Han was stunned.
It was the first time in his life that he had heard such rhetoric, and it was the first time he had met someone like Saros.
He is clearly in adversity but not despairing, and he is clearly at the point of precariousness, but he still thinks of a brilliant tomorrow, as if it was destined to be the highlight moment that he will surely usher in.
Saros will not escape, even if he can escape, he will not escape.
Because running away is a cowardly act, he, Saros, will never be a useless deserter!
"Yes?"
"Did you think so?"
The Holy Emperor's heart, which had not been surging for many years, was beating again. He was looking forward to Saros' achievement. This is a hero, and if a hero wants to rise, he must have a stage that belongs to him.
'I will give you this stage. ';
'But I will also give you the toughest test. ';
'If you can't pass, it can only show that you are a brash, self-righteous little devil. ';
The time came to the second day. After nearly a month of quiet time, and even Shi Xiyu got used to the life of the slave farm, a notification was issued.
Before long, the arena will open again, and all the slaves will engage in gladiatorial battles with fearsome monsters.
This gladiatorial fight is unlike any before, it will be for everyone and give anyone hope of defeating the enemy.
In other words, even a young girl like Shi Xiyu had to take up arms to fight.
If she is defeated, unfortunately, there is only one dead end.
At the same time, the above also gives a huge reward: as long as you can win, even if it is just one game, you can get rid of your slave status and get free.
This means that the Holy Empire will give you proof of exoneration, the winner is the strong, and the Holy Empire, it respects the strong!
"Does even such a small child have to go up to fight?"
Saros couldn't agree with this kind of thing. Shi Xiyu didn't have the ability to fight at all. She was just an ordinary person. Letting her fight in a gladiator was no different from sending her to death.
However, this is not something Saros can interfere, the gladiatorial competition has already begun
die.
blood.
Endless roars and desperate wailing.
No one was victorious, and all died at the hands of terrifying monsters, because it was simply an unfair fight.
"Why are there divine beasts and monsters!"
"A miracle species of that level is simply not something that mortals like us can match."
Even if there are children of miracles in the slaves, but the mere extraordinary and extraordinary level, how can they compare with these terrifying monsters of the hero level, even the king and legend level
It's not a dead end, because one-sided carnage doesn't make the audience happy and excited.
So this arena is shrouded in a special miracle power, which will make a judgment when both sides come to power, that is, the sum of the strengths of the two sides will be added up and then redistributed.
The strong will get three-quarters of this power, and the weak will get one-fourth.
This is the hope that the Holy Emperor gave to the slaves, a chance to free them from slavery and regain their freedom.