48 Hours a Day

“It doesn't look like the Germans are great either.” The post-conflict Varo also seemed to have changed some minds before witnessing it.

Instead, Zhang Heng has different opinions on this, "nor can he say so. ”

“Hmm?”

“It is true that the gladiators are stronger in strength, but don't forget that the Germans were taken back from the front line, they drove all the way to Lawton, they were not physically and mentally in the best condition, there was only 45% strength left here at the most, and the school of gladiators should have intentionally given them a disembarkation from Marvel, although only six gladiators were brought to greet them and they seemed to care less, but I dare say that even if they were not the best gladiators in the school, they would certainly be above the average line, simply, these Germans were shaded by the school, they would have experienced such a thing that they would have built up their awe for the school and would have fought harder to wash the shame of today in subsequent training. ”

Zhang Heng found Varo staring at him.

“What?”

Varo hesitated, some sympathy, “In your Great Han Empire, the political struggle between the nobles must be brutal, otherwise why can you think of so many things from one thing, like a senate senator. ”

“ ………… ”

The liveliness of the two did not last long, and with the arrival of the Germans, a new group of slaves purchased by the gladiator school had arrived, so the head of the gladiator school assembled everyone in the training field.

There are almost forty or fifty people, in addition to the six Germans, the Gauls, the Patias, the Sami and Zhang Heng, a Han from the Far East, some of whom are prisoners of war, some slaves, and some of whom are civilians who volunteer to be gladiators and desolate Roman nobles, whose origins make it look like a small international exchange.

Everyone stood together in a mess, turning to hear each other, and each person's face had a very different color.

Zhang Heng noticed the excitement on Varo's face, because today is kind of their day as a group of prep gladiators start school, according to custom, the owner of the gladiator school will definitely show up.

By then Varo will be able to sell his business talents to each other. If everything goes well, he won't have to stay here any longer, he can go back to the streets and breathe the air of freedom. Of course, his freedom is only limited, but it's much better than being a gladiator in the arena bloody killing or digging in the countryside.

Varo also looked at Zhang Heng next to his eyes, the latter's face had no fear or colour. Instead, he appeared to be interested. Like visiting a tour, Varo had to admire the young nobleman of the Great Han Empire in his heart.

Finally, when the people were a little impatient standing in the sun, the righteous Lord finally appeared.

It was a middle-aged Roman who seemed somewhat wealthy, wearing a short sleeve coat, the most common on the streets of Rome, a blanket-like cape on his shoulders, varying in length from left to right, the one on the left passed under his arm, wrapped around his chest and neck, then tucked into his waist, one hand dragging a piece of fabric, the other hand empty, and a emerald ring on top was remarkable.

Zhang Heng knew from Varo that this most distinctive Roman robe could not be worn by anyone. Slaves, foreigners, including liberated slaves, could only wear the long clothes inside, not the cape outside.

The middle-aged Roman was accompanied by two young women in good shape, one holding him with care and the other supporting him with a covered cloth behind him, all three of whom appeared directly on the second balcony of the building in front of the training ground.

The trainer waved the whip in his hand, and the people on the training field finally got a little quiet, and then the head of the school bowed his head to the middle-aged Romans, "Master, everyone is here. ”

“Let's get started.” Obviously it was not the first time that a middle-aged Roman had done something like this, nodding his head and sitting in a chair in the middle of the balcony, as if he were an emperor sitting on the throne, overlooking the life beneath his feet.

His name is Marcruz, and he runs the second largest school of gladiators in Rome, with over 400 gladiators, that arena outside, and the theatre next to the arena, and three gladiator training grounds and lounges, among other assets.

In a way, here he is like an emperor.

It was clearly not the first time Marcus had done this, waving his hand at the head of the school, who immediately yelled at the group of reserve gladiators in front of him.

“Take off your clothes! ”

The people heard the words and looked at each other. Until the trainer lifted the whip again, they began to take off their tops and reveal a robust body. Varo thought that the rugged Germans would mess around at this time, but he didn't expect them to just hesitate to take off their clothes.

Thus, Varo also had to admire Zhang Heng's presumption to get off Marvel.

Everyone took off their shirts according to the rules, but the trainers did not seem to be satisfied, so the people in the training field had to continue to take them off until there was a cloth wrapped around them, and the middle-aged Romans finally expressed their satisfaction.

He stood up, one by one, and mumbled in his mouth, "That's good, these greedy slave traders finally found me some pretty good stuff. ”

The head of the school also said, "These guys should be able to make up for our previous loss of manpower. ”

“But they're not cheap either.” The eyes of the middle-aged Romans flashed, "where was the Germanian who cost me 7,000 Célestas? ”

Trainer Chumbach signaled that the latter had come out of the crowd with some dissatisfaction.

“Come closer, let me take a good look.” Marcus greeted.

Bach could only take two more steps forward and come downstairs.

“Mm-hmm. Do you think he can match Cissnatus?” Markus asks the school director.

“This… is a little difficult. Sisnates is the Victor Stadium's three-year champion. No one can beat him. He only needs four good hands to beat him when he first arrives.” Though this may upset Markus, the school director thought about it and decided to be honest, otherwise if Bach doesn't grow as well as expected, it will be him and the trainer, "Bach's potential is good, but there is still a considerable gap from Sisnarts. ”