48 Hours a Day

“Everyone loves Cissy Nates, the women scream for him, the men cheer for him, the guy is a legend, I remember the last show of thanks, Victor Stadium seats are empty, a vote is hard to ask, his name floats over Rome, and he appears in the eyes of all, blonde hair floats, like the incarnation of Mars the god of war, with one enemy six, every sword, an enemy should fall down, and the rest of his opponents can only tremble under his power...” Marcus spoke of excitement and couldn't even stop dancing.

The head of the school had to speak out to remind the middle-aged Roman who was immersed in beautiful memories, "But my master, the great hero also had an old day, Cissnatus is no exception, I do not deny that he was indeed a very good gladiator when he was young, even… but the famous wine began to empty his body, and we arranged too many fights for him to sell tickets, beyond the speed of his physical recovery, as his strength grew strong, the first two champions had no problems, but the third champion, we did make some hands and feet in the battle arrangements, and finally the thank you show, we all know that those six opponents were only famous...”

“Enough.” Marcus is dissatisfied, "damn it, I know what the truth looks like, don't need you to remind me, remember who you are, Gabby! ”

“Sorry, my lord.” The head of the school immediately knelt down.

“I don't care what the real strength of Cissnattes is, as long as he can make me money, my business hasn't been the same since Cissnates retired. We're not the only fighter school in town. Isaiah, that old bastard dreamed of riding me around the neck. I heard he bought a very powerful Thracean from somewhere. The guy has won 11 or 12 games. Now that the noblemen and ladies have gone to see that stinking Thracean, we need to find a way to reverse the disadvantage.” Markus Road.

“I'll do what I can. ”

“No, no, that's not the answer I want, I repeat," Marcus is almost word for word, “I need the next Cissnattes! Right now! I don't care what you do, by training or by magic, to make this damn Germanic my next Cissnatus. ”

The middle-aged Roman sat in his seat in a rush after saying the words, his chest fluctuated and failed to get the answers he wanted, making him look a little angry.

The two slaves next to him, one rubbing his chest and the other pouring wine on him, ended up with him waving his hand and dropping the glass on the floor, and the blood pulp just splashed out and spilled all over the place.

And Marcus didn't have any desire to go on, and he said to the head of the school, “That's it for today, I've invested in this bunch of newcomers like you said, and it's a lot of money. Do you know how I save up for being a family member, because I don't trade in losses, so I give you 50 days, Gaby, 50 days from now, when I ask you the same question again, for your own good, I hope I get the answer I want. ”

“Yes, my lord.” The head of the school just knelt on the floor.

And when Marcus stood up again with the help of a female slave, ready to leave, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

“Uh... could you give me a moment, master? I have a few words to say to you, it won't take long. ”

“Hmm?” Marcus turned around and saw Wallow coming out of the crowd, frowning, "Boy, you better have a better reason, 'cause I'm in a bad mood. ”

Varo had a nausea on his scalp, and of course he knew that Markus was in a bad mood, but Markus was generally not very concerned about preparing gladiators, so he came to see him on the first day of school, and then thought about seeing him on the day he was about to take his exam.

“Allow me to introduce myself first.” Varo bites the tooth canal.

Makrus yanked his chin, "Go ahead. ”

“I'm Varro, an antique dealer on Mule Street...” Varro said of this, looking forward to seeing a similar look of surprise on Marcus' face.

And yet the latter is just careless, “and then what?” It seems that Varo's name has not been heard of.

Varolo was somewhat disappointed, but quickly cleaned up his mood and continued, "I think your people may have made a mistake buying me, I have excellent business skills, especially in the antique business, my father is a very famous antique dealer, and I likewise, I just heard you say hope to make more money, then I think I am exactly the person you need, as long as you can invest a fortune in me, I can use my talents...”

But before he finished, Markus interrupted him, "Let me ask you a question, Val, if you can really make money as you claim, why are you standing here? ”

Slaves burst into laughter, Varo's face rose red, "It was an accident, I invested in a business other than antiques, and then my partner unfortunately ran into a thief, and I had to pay a lot of money. ”

“That makes sense…” Marcus nodded.

“Explained everything?” Varo does not understand.

“Nothing, I know what you're doing. I'll get someone to verify what you're saying, but before you do that, just focus on what's right in front of you and do me a favor and train, okay, Val? ”

“In fact, my name is Varro... and my business is known to everyone on Mule Street, and it's easy to pull anybody apart. ”

“Are you teaching me how to do something, Val?” Marcus pulled down his face and rubbed the emerald ring with his index finger, impatient.

“No, master.” Varo lowered his head.

“Good, like I said, I already know what you're talking about, and when it turns out, someone will notify you, do your thing, just wait patiently.” Markus stopped ignoring Varro and his figure disappeared from the balcony.

And it wasn't until then that the head of the kneeling school stood up from the ground, and he first looked at the eyewalls, which were a little strange, like looking at a roasted pig on a shelf, with a hint of sympathy.

Varo also had some confusion, he felt that his adventure, although not immediately redeemable for investment, had basically yielded the desired results. If not surprisingly, his days at Gladiator's School had entered the countdown. As long as Marcus was not stupid, he would soon find out his identity and get him out of here and do what he was best at, so when he returned to the team, he rushed to Zhang Hengxing, "I succeeded. ”

However, Zhang Heng didn't mean anything to congratulate him, just said, "If life in the countryside is really as bad as you said, I think you'd better consider taking the next training seriously. ”