48 Hours a Day

“What, are you jealous of me?” Valo opened his eyes, "Hey, if it's because you're staying for training and I'm leaving soon, I can understand what you're feeling right now, my Eastern friend, and I won't blame you for that. ”

“If that's the case, it's simple.” Zhang Hengdao.

“What does that mean? Because I can't imagine… there are other reasons why you're not happy that a friend is about to escape.” Varrodo.

Zhang Heng sighed, “My dear Roman friend, have you never doubted, even slightly, that you did not fall here by accident or accident? ”

Varo was stunned when he heard it, but he didn't have time to speak, and a whip came at them.

Zhang Heng stood still, didn't even blink his eyes, the opposite observation Varo was scared enough, the whole person subconsciously hid behind him, and one of them hit the Patian behind him. However, in the end, the whip just pulled in front of Zhang Heng's face, there was still a few centimeters from Zhang Heng's cheek.

“What, do you have any antiques left with me?” Patia has no good intentions.

Varo was still a little confused, wondering why the other party suddenly came to his own trouble, but when he saw the equally hostile eyes around him, he had not yet arrived home, and immediately reacted there was a problem.

Zhang Heng was not jealous, but his previous remarks succeeded in provoking the jealousy of other slaves.

In their eyes, Varo is undoubtedly a “deserter”.

While others were still trying to train for the exam, he didn't have to worry about it, and it wouldn't be long before he could go out and relax and do his business.

While aware of this, Varo did not regret it because he had no idea how long he would be in gladiator school, and he was not the same type of person as the guy who licked the blood from the knife around him.

And that's probably why he prefers to stay with Zhang Heng, the downtrodden nobleman of the Great Han Empire, because although the latter comes from the mysterious and distant East, he still has a lot in common with him.

Fortunately, the clashes between him and the Patians did not escalate either, as more and more trainers drew their whips.

Before the school director changed the look of congratulations in front of Marcus, he put on a serious cold air of expression, “Stand still, you idiots, and don't turn your ears around again, next thing I want to say, each of you listen to me, because I'm only going to say it once.” Speaking of which, he couldn't help but glance at Zhang Heng, who had not previously noticed much of this exotic young man.

He can't even remember when he bought each other, only a few sporadic memories, as if he bought them by hand when he bought those Sami people, which is strange to him, because it is not by chance that he can be the head of the gladiator school, and it is inseparable from him to be serious and careful in his work, especially when choosing reserve gladiators, basically he picked them out one by one, making sure that every penny is spent on the blade.

A situation like this, which is almost forgotten, rarely occurs, but it also indirectly suggests that the young man is not very noticeable at the moment.

Although Marcruz has been urging Gabi to find a successor to the Cissnates, because the gladiators of this era are in a sense similar to the popular idols of future generations, it does not seem surprising, given that gladiator performances are the most popular form of entertainment of this era.

This is probably the prototype of the earliest fan economy, and great gladiators can dramatically increase attendance in the arena and generate some unexpected extra benefits, but this does not mean that gladiator schools need to consider quality and ignore quantity when selecting talent.

It's equally understandable, just as you form a team, and the star is always the brightest star on the field, yet you need more regular players for a team to function properly, and given the high risk of the gladiator profession itself, there is undoubtedly a tremendous amount of human consumption and demand.

So the gladiator school is trying to build aces while also replenishing a lot of ordinary blood.

Zhang Heng, undoubtedly, is part of the ordinary blood, but the other side was comfortable facing the whip that attacked him. He didn't hide, but let Gaby have some surprises.

But he hasn't had much to do with it, and now he's far less calm than he seems.

50 days to cultivate the next Cissnates. This is simply an impossible task. This group of newcomers may have a good level in front of them. Bach is a makeover talent, but it is still far from Cissnates, whose fame spreads to Rome. Though there are fighter schools dedicated to it, the audience on the stands is not stupid and not so foolish.

Sisnaters was indeed the strongest gladiator of the same period, with a natural sense of combat smell and excellent fighting skills, even though his physical qualities had declined sharply in the late period, but he could make up for it with vast experience. It was difficult for outsiders to see that, with a handsome face, even the queen could not help but obsess him and even secretly recruit him into the palace once.

Olerio was still out there fighting, and no one knew what had happened that night, adding to the myths of Cissnates.

Sysnates was cultivated by Gabi, so he knew very well that Bach couldn't do what Sysnates could do, not just technically, including the unique charm of Sysnates, and the handsome and handsome way of fighting.

And now Gabby has no way out.

No one knows Marcus better than he does, and although he has become a free man now, given his many years of service, Gabi insists on continuing to call Marcus the master, because he has seen the means of Marcus, and you will never want to be the enemy of this man.

Gabi was also able to do his best, and he turned his attention back to what was happening, and he said, “I know… you had all sorts of experiences and stories before you got here, slaves, prisoners of war, debtors, men who wanted to make money to support their families, or simply looking for excitement, but let's be honest, I don't care at all, since you're here, there's a reason to be gladiators, and you better all try to make it happen, and don't have any luck after 50 days. ”

Speaking of which, Gabi's gaze accidentally overtook Varo, "because this is the only path you have. ”