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Before departure, Zhang Heng also received information from Makrous, among whom was a focussed opponent named Satonylos.

The latter was a gladiator of a century with the Cissnates, but he began to emerge at the height of the Cissnates, so his fame was completely overshadowed by the Cissnates, and Satonilos himself was naturally very uncomfortable and challenged the Cissnates.

However, the two belong to different gladiator schools, which are not usually attended, and if Satonylos wants to challenge Sisnaters, he needs the consent of both gladiator schools.

At that time, however, Cissnattes was already going downhill, and Marcus didn't want Cissnattes to marry gladiators from other gladiator schools, and the school of gladiators on the other side, where Satonilos was located, had doubts about whether Satonilos could defeat Cissnates. After all, the Cissnates had heard that they were ready to retire, so they waited for each other to leave, and then it was the safest thing for Satonilos to come directly to power.

On the contrary, against the two, Satonylos wins nature is a good thing, his reputation grows, which also means that the first gladiator's scepter hands over, but loses? Cissnatus was ready to quit anyway, but Satonylos was in his prime years, and the gladiator school behind him was pointing to him making a lot of money in the next few years.

Given the disproportionate risk and benefit, this is not going to happen in the end.

But it is undeniable that Satonylos was indeed the closest fighter to the Cissnates, and after Cissnates' departure, some thought he was the first fighter in Rome, but recently there was some wind that said that Satonylos somehow suddenly became obsessed with wine and had not been in the show for a month.

And seeing his real person today seems to confirm that rumor.

But the previous battle was there, and the gladiators in Rome were still very frightened of him, that is, the hillbillies outside the city did not know the depth and dared to provoke Satonillos.

The end of that wretched bastard was naturally a joy, not only did one face get scrapped, but he didn't seem to be able to take part in the subsequent gladiator show, but this kind of thing naturally worried the gladiator school behind him.

As soon as Satonillos turned around and sat back on the steps, a slave used to lift a bunch of dudes out of the door who had nothing but air, and then people looked at Satonillos and they were unaware of more awe.

Because of this little interlude, it made the old noisy front hall a little quieter, and the gladiators became a lot more cautious. After all, the gladiator show was about to start, no one wanted to be eliminated early because of a little conflict at this time.

Shortly afterwards, a servant stepped out of the inner room and went directly to the place where the master of the gladiator's school was located. Makrous and others finally aroused the spirit when they heard what he had said and immediately assembled their gladiators to stand in the front hall.

They've been waiting for quite some time tonight. They're a little impatient. After all, at their respective gladiator schools, they're all the emperors. They're usually the only ones waiting for them. Where have they ever stood in the courtyard drinking cold wind, but the next minute they see a group of men and women coming out of the restaurant, everyone still tries to squeeze out a smile.

As Marcus said, those who will be here tonight represent the most powerful class in Rome, picking one out and stomping his feet will spark a huge wave in politics, and it is the masters of these gladiator schools in Marcus who dare not offend.

At the very heart of this power is a young man and a middle-aged man.

Among them, the middle-aged man was the host of the dinner, Dior, who held about 50 seats directly in the House of Lords, which was made up of more than 600 people, and more than a hundred seats, which were reserved for the head of his horse. In other words, any proposal in the House of Lords that wanted to be implemented was subject to his consent, and proposals that he objected to were often beyond his control.

And it is in such a hot power figure that we now pay tribute to a young man.

Zhang Heng also knows who the young man next to him is, without anyone introducing him.

Apart from His Majesty the Emperor of the ancient Roman Empire, no one deserves Dior's low profile, while others, though extraordinary in origin, are now surrounded only by the stars and moons.

“Your Majesty, this is the warrior I have come to attend tomorrow's gladiator show.” Diodore.

The noblemen walked down the steps, curiously measuring the gladiators in the front hall, as if they were picking goods in a shop, and from time to time someone patted this shoulder and pinched that chest.

“They all look strong and should have a good show tomorrow.” The young emperor flashed an unusual colour in his eyes, especially when he saw the strong man like a giant, reaching out and wanting to touch each other's skin, but he did only half of what he seemed to remember, and he shrunk his hand back again, coughed twice, and changed his serious expression, "Your job was well done, Elder Dior, and the people will thank you. ”

“Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty, for what I have done in comparison to your magnificent work. It is not worth mentioning at all that you have solved the troubles caused by the Border Barbarians for the Empire and brought back to Rome the long-barred peace. This is something that your father did not accomplish when he was in office. It is an honour for me and the Senate to share some small things with you. Rest assured that we have done these things well and that there will be no mistakes in subsequent performances, and that the entire inhabitants of Rome City will be grateful to you for this high level of gladiatorial performance. ”

“If that's the case, it would be better.” The young emperor stood by and said, “I know that my father and I are still far from home, and I am just trying to follow his teachings and follow his example. My father always said that wisdom grows with the wise, and I think you and all the senators are wise people in his mouth. ”

“I'm flattered.” Dior bowed a little, but then he seemed to stop.

“What's the matter?” The young emperor asked.

“I hope you don't misunderstand, Your Majesty, that your father, undoubtedly a great emperor, lost his entire Roman loss, but fortunately we still have you, and since you call me wise, perhaps I can give you a little advice. ”

“I'm listening. ”

“I've heard that some members of the military don't seem to support the truce decision between you and those Germanic tribes as contrary to your father's legacy, but I want you to know that the House of Lords is always on your side, you've made the right choice, like I said, your father is great, but maybe it's time for us to move forward, you're the emperor of Rome, and sometimes you don't have to keep thinking about what your father would do, or what he expects you to do, the truce thing you do well, people embrace you, so you can let go of other things appropriately.” Diodore.