48 Hours a Day

Speaking of Bahmacruz, he was also quite angry. Although Germans were not as completely uncontrollable as Zhang Heng, it was obviously not a fuel-saving lamp. He had fought with Black Sickle Rufus before, and he had to kill his opponent for his injuries, and this time he did the same thing, killing Habitus from the same gladiator's school.

Both are fighters who can sell tickets in the Victor Arena, especially Habitus, who still have the ability to sell tickets on top of Bach, and are now so pointlessly lost.

But Marcus couldn't open his mouth to scold Bach because the latter had done a good job in this fight. Once Habitus died and Zhang Heng was free, Marcus found that he seemed to have no choice but to rely on the Germans.

So Marcus glanced at Bach for a moment, and he finally sighed helplessly, "He's good, but you can't compare yourself to the champion of this fight. ”

“If you really want to recreate the glory of Cissnatus, someone might be able to help you.” Zhang Heng heard the words.

“Who?” Marcus stunned, but he was able to make the gladiator school the second best in Rome for no reason, and it quickly reacted, "Oh, Terrifilus, you're free and he's the most powerful gladiator in this fight. Indeed, the gladiator school behind him is not in Rome City and can't maximize his value, but the problem is that he's not good enough to take it, and it's estimated that there are a lot of gladiator schools watching him, and if I were his owner, I would definitely sell it for a price. ”

“The relationship between Terrifilos and his master seems to be good, not just between the master and the slave, you can try to start with him.” Zhang Heng added.

“Well, yeah? That's a useful clue.” Marcus touched his chin and sighed again, "Even so, it still costs a lot of money.” He glanced at Zhang Heng without hesitation, “Forget it, let's go to the formalities first. ”

Even if Marcus did not dare to scream from His Majesty the Emperor, unlike the others, he was one of the few people who knew that Commodore had deliberately snuck into the gladiator's school to meet Zhang Heng. Since then, Marcus has had a bad feeling in his heart. He predicted that the day would come, but he just didn't expect it to be so soon.

However, his arm could not be twisted, and he and Zhang Heng finally came to “Freedom House” in Tulajin Square, where the clerk changed Zhang Heng's identity from slavery to Roman citizenship.

And when he signed his name, there was a round of applause in Freedom House. Zhang Heng's reputation in Rome has grown. Many people in Freedom House watched him perform, and all congratulated him when they saw that he had finally earned his freedom.

Only Marcus saw this scene get even more heartbroken.

Whether Bach or Tellyphilos, the two together are not as popular as one Zhang Heng, and then his gladiator school is the number one in Rome as long as it operates randomly.

And now it's all a shadow.

But that's when Zhang Heng patted him on the shoulder, "I think Rome seems to have a rule, right, that the freed slaves need a little more time each year to work for their former owners. ”

Marcus heard that there had been some surprises, that it was not much of a law, that it was a customary custom at best, and that the master, for his part, was not unilaterally enjoying the labour of slaves, but was also the protector of the latter, who could be asked for help once the slaves who had recovered their freedom had encountered any difficulties in their lives.

If there is no such thing as Kang Mu De, it would be normal for Zhang Heng Free to be his protector, but now that His Majesty the Emperor has this fat leg, where does Zhang Heng need his protection?

And then he actually listened to Zhang Hengdao, "I don't need you as a protector. Oh, don't get me wrong, I just don't want to get you in trouble. ”

Marcus didn't say a word. He looked at Zhang Heng with grief. It was like saying, "What are you talking about, making me happy?"

But then he heard Zhang Heng go on, “But I can take the time each month to play a performance for you, but the opponent has to tell me in advance, with my consent. ”

“What?” Marcus suspected of something wrong with his ear.

Zhang Heng had to repeat his previous words.

At the next moment, Marcus was completely ecstatic. Although he had fantasies, Zhang Heng was willing to perform in the Victor Arena after regaining his freedom. However, if it was not surprising, the Orientalist would have to hang out with Conmood afterwards. Even if it was to make money, there was no need to go back to the Victor Arena.

So when Markus heard the news, he subconsciously asked, "Why, why would you want to come back?” But when he asked, he regretted it.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng didn't mean anything to regret. He just laughed. "Of course I am conditional. ”

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Zhang Heng won the championship at the Flavi Circular Theatre. The news spread throughout the city shortly afterwards, so the little girl slave naturally knew, but she was proud of Zhang Heng's happiness while also realizing that the two were coming together.

Like Marcus, Little Girl Slave didn't expect Zhang Heng to be free so quickly. Considering that he was only in the Victor Arena for more than two months, he was probably the fastest gladiator ever to be free, but it also meant that he was moving out of here, and Little Girl Slave, as Marcus' property, naturally couldn't leave with Zhang Heng.

So when Zhang Heng came back, I'm afraid this is the last time the two met, so the little slave became excited because Zhang Heng won the crown again.

But unhappy and useless, after all, she is just a little girl slave that no one notices, ordinary, and no different from other little girls slaves.

She thought so and finally heard the familiar footsteps coming from outside, but the little slave suddenly didn't want to see the figure anymore, but it was too late to run out of the house, so she had to find a place to hide herself.

Listening to the sound of the footsteps, she walked into the house, seemingly unaware of the disappearance of the little slave who was living with her in the morning and evening, just walking around and packing her things.

The little slave sighed in her heart. Is that true? But she started to regret it again. Doesn't it make any sense to gamble like this, and you know that this is most likely the last time the two of them saw each other, and they didn't even get a chance to say goodbye?

The next moment, however, she heard the footsteps stop outside the closet where she was hiding.

Then someone knocked on the cabinet door and said, “Hey, I'm leaving. Why don't you come out and carry my bags? ”

After a moment, the cabinet door quietly opened half a fan, the little slave poked her head out, her eyes were red, and she sucked her nose, “What luggage are you carrying? ”

“You know, you should get the news. We're moving. ”

“We? But I'm not your slave.” The little slave is a fool.

“Well, congratulations on your freedom now, Marcus, for all the years you've worked so hard to set you free, but I thought you said your parents were gone, so you can move out and live with me, until you get a job, but before you do, you'll have to pay the rent.” Zhang Hengfangdao.