48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng did not expect Gabi to take him directly to Marcruz's residence.

The latter Domus is not in the gladiator school, but across the street, in a good position.

Unlike the villas of modern society, the so-called Domus is more like a small fortress, shaped like a shell, with almost no windows, or an apartment with a balcony like the one inhabited by the civilian population.

Zhang Heng followed Gabi into the door, went through the front door, came to the front hall, although there were no windows, but the light inside was good, because the front hall did not have a roof. This design not only allowed the sun to shine, but also collected rainwater.

When it rains, the rain flows through the mouths of several statues on the edge of the roof, falling into a square rain pit.

Rain ponds can be decorative, allowing sparkling waves to shine on the surrounding walls, adding to the mood and connecting to the underground reservoir, which ensures that a Domus is ready to use water at any time. Instead, civilians living in apartment buildings have to go out and fetch water from wells and fountains in the city.

Zhang Hengchan didn't expect Marcus to just stand in the front room waiting for him. He showed up and immediately walked over with enthusiasm, lifting his shoulder.

This can be described as an act of horror in the eyes of other Romans, where the master himself comes out to greet the slaves, and also makes actions that only friends can make. Even more rarely, Marcus' face does not have the slightest reluctance, as if all this were natural, but comes entirely from the heart.

Now he looks like he's in peace, full of affinity, and he's just two people sitting on the balcony on the second floor, looking down at the slaves under his feet.

But at a time when all this was happily melting, a chilling hum destroyed the atmosphere of the host.

Zhang Heng had long noticed the young girl standing on the second floor. When he walked into the front hall, her face dimmed. When Marcus hugged Zhang Heng's shoulder, the young girl stepped directly and turned her head back into the house.

“Oh, that's my second daughter, Doma.” Don't worry about it, "Marcus said." I've been busy with the gladiator school thing. I didn't have time to worry about her, so I let her be this wild. Let's go to the guest room. ”

Gabby seemed a little worried about Marcus' safety, and said, “My lord... did you get a few more people? ”

“It's okay,” Marcus waved, “Zhang Heng is one of his own, besides, if he really wanted to kill me, you wouldn't have to stop the person you're looking for. ”

Gabby snorted down and stopped saying anything.

Marcus smiled again, "Come on, let's go to the guest room. ”

Compared to the front hall, the lights in the guest rooms are a little dim, but once your eyes have adapted to this dim light, you can see the murals on the walls, the mosaic tiles at your feet, and the colors are gorgeous.

Of course, the most remarkable was a big, charming table, and the chair with the stones behind it, where Marcus was sitting right now, pointing to the other bench across the street.

Zhang Heng also sat up.

“Interesting, I asked Gaby and the others who were in charge of contacting the slave traders and watching the goods, and they couldn't remember who bought you that day.” Marcus looked at Zhang Heng as he spoke.

“So?” Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

“So I guess this is a good thing, because it means that nobody knows about your past, and we can do some articles on it to make you more attractive to the audience —— mystery, it's good, it's deadly appealing to women, but now you don't have enough mystery, I can ask people to send out some ambiguous trail news, such as that you are a prince of an Eastern country, or a general or something, and then unfortunately become a slave, sold to the arena, every woman loves stories like this, which can also inspire their sympathy...”

Marcus whispered, but when he was thrilled to say that he found Zhang Heng unresponsive, he slapped his head again, "Oh, I haven't said that I wanted you to be the new Ace of Victor's Arena, you know Cissnattes, who was the most popular and admired man in Rome when he was still in gladiator school, and I could give you everything he ever had, no, I could give you more than he had, make you more famous than he did. ”

“And what do I have to give?” Zhang Heng asked.

“Victory, lots of victories, constant victories," Markus' body leans back, "I ask nothing of you but victory, my friend, and of course, we need you to work with us on some propaganda when necessary. ”

“I'm your slave, and you can order me to do this, or threaten me with death if you can't.” Zhang Hengdao.

“No, no, no, I don't think of you as a slave, you're not like those guys," Mark Cruz said, taking a bottle of wine and two glasses from the table, "Everyone who knows me knows I have extra respect for talent, and I respect you as long as you have the ability, and I don't know why I think you're special when I see you from the first glance, I'm not talking about appearance, it's more like soul, I like you, really, and I think we can definitely do something together, and your strength, plus my operation, makes the whole of Rome crazy for you. ”

Marcruz poured the wine into two glasses, enthusiastically, “Taste it, it's wine from Persia. ”

When Zhang Heng took the cup and drank it, he continued, “Now that we're friends, you can tell me anything you want or need, beautiful woman, beautiful wine... or anything else, I can satisfy you as long as I can. ”

Zhang Heng heard the words put down the glass and said, “I want to go out and get some air. ”

“No problem, you can just leave gladiator school, just talk to Gabi.” Marcus nodded without much hesitation. He was not worried about Zhang Heng's escape, which was unaccompanied and distinctive in Rome, and his fame now began to exist, making it even harder to escape.

However, Zhang Heng did not want to leave for the time being. He mainly wanted to bring back what was left outside. As he was famous, there was no good side to it. At least it seemed that Marcruz still wanted to maintain a relatively close relationship with him, which means that the latter should no longer greed for what was on him. Besides, Zhang Heng spent so many days in the gladiator's school wandering around ancient Rome City.

“Anything else?” Macrus is considerate.

“And I don't want to date anyone.” Zhang Hengdao.

Marcus heard the rumor, but gradually put away his smile, and his face was full of puzzles.