48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng's previous performances earned him some money, and he also received a lot of gifts and copper coins from a passionate audience when he won the Flavian Circular Theatre. Although the bulk of these belonged to Markus, he could still get the money out of his rental.

And strictly speaking, Zhang Heng is not naked. After all, Kang Maud can't wait to provide him with the next offer, and he is still working another job with the blade of balance, so he took the little slave to see several rooms, and finally chose the most comfortable place to live, but the rent is also the most expensive.

Located south of Plato Square, the two rooms open windows to see the Tiber River, which reduces the risk of walking in addition to the view, but Zhang Hengbing wanted to rent two rooms, but the little slave insisted on one, no need to waste money, she said she could sleep on the floor.

Instead, Zhang Heng put a bed in front of her. That's how she slept all the time, and that's how most slaves slept.

“But you're not a slave anymore.” Zhang Hengdao.

“But don't you want me to take care of your living room, don't take care of it in a room, besides, that's how we lived until now, is there a problem?” The little slave blinked.

“Uh, let me ask you something. Have you ever thought about what you're gonna do for a living after you're free?” Zhang Heng was somewhat helpless.

What surprised him, however, was that the little slave nodded after listening, "Yes, I have given it serious consideration. ”

“Oh, that's unexpected. What do you want to do in the future? ”

“Cleaning you up, taking care of your living room.” The little slave doesn't think falsely.

“ ………… ”

“You need someone to clean up and take care of the living, right?” The little slave asked.

“Well, it seems so.” Zhang Heng cannot argue that Rome in the second century BC was not modern, it was convenient to live alone for anything, there were no toilets, no washing machines, no running water, no convenience stores downstairs, even the kitchen was shared by many people.

Of course, Zhang Heng can survive alone even on a deserted island, but in that case he needs too much energy to maintain basic survival, so it is necessary to hire someone to take care of living.

“I took care of you for a while, didn't I?” The little slave continued.

“Well, that's true.” Zhang Heng had to nod his head.

“Did I get a job?” The little slave made the perfect deduction.

“... forget it, let's do this, I'll find you some serious business to support yourself later.” Zhang Heng also had to compromise.

So the house was settled.

Zhang Heng asked the owner to add another bed, and then gave the little girl slave some money. The latter went to buy some necessary supplies. After the initial cleanup, it was too late. The little girl slave, who was the main worker, was paralyzed into bed and fell asleep directly.

Zhang Heng hasn't slept. He's still waiting for someone.

By the time the moon rises, the streets will be quieter and the only pubs and entertainment venues will be closed, with the exception of some drunkards who are drunk by the gully of the alley, who are already in their dreams. The man Zhang Heng was waiting for finally arrived.

“Is this your new place?” The old Persian trainer flipped in through the window like a ghost.

“Hmm.” Zhang Heng nodded, looking down the street, then closed the window.

“Looks good.” The old Persian trainer looked around and looked at the little slave in the bed, "you brought her out too? You're not as heartless as you seem to be. ”

“I never said I was ruthless.” Zhang Heng echoed.

“But your emotions are rarely fluctuating.” Old Persian trainer says, "Well, that's what all assassins dream of.” Speaking of which, he paused and continued, "You've done well before, not only won the championship, but also succeeded in arousing Conmood's interest in you. If not surprisingly, he'll give you two small things to do first. If you finish well, he should intend to reuse you. You can also successfully join the small circle of power beside him and find out where Autrus is. ”

“Before these things happen, may I ask, were those sudden calls for freedom made earlier today arranged by the Blade of Balance?” Zhang Heng interrupted.

“Have you noticed?” The old Persian trainer is a little surprised, "but I'm not responsible for this part, and if you want to know something about it, someone might be able to help you. ”

“Who?”

“Priestess, she wants to see you. ”

Zhang Hengzheng was surprised that according to Dadatis, the organizational structure of the blade of balance was not complicated. Apart from a group of outsiders who provided services, the inner core was a group of top assassins and a priest, without a nominal leader. Among them, Dadatis, these assassins were the sharpest weapons of the blade of balance. Usually, they constituted something similar to the parliament to maintain the functioning of the organization, but the priest of Kreis was able to mobilize all the power of the blade of balance through a divine message.

In a way, she can even be the actual controller of the blade of balance, but Zhang Heng's speculation that the blade of balance should belong to a powerful political force, if that is the case, then the priestess of the blade of balance is probably just a microphone of that political force.

Whatever the real situation, the other party is undoubtedly quite a key figure, Zhang Heng did not expect to see him before he had passed the test of the blade of balance to prove his loyalty.

Is it because he and Conmood are progressing better than expected?

Zhang Heng could not guess each other's thoughts for the time being, and the two of them did not know whether it was a blessing or a disaster, so he did not immediately agree, but asked, "Do the other core members of the organization know about this meeting? ”

“I don't think so," Old Persian trainer shook his head, "I was suddenly informed that the priestess wanted to see you. Normally, even the core members of the organization would find it difficult to see the priestess's face, and she wouldn't show up without the message. ”

“So now that she's appearing, does that mean that a new message has appeared?” Zhang Heng frowned.

“No, you don't have to be nervous. This time it's different, she just wants to see you.” The old Persian trainer said, "And you don't want to go into the library in the secret compound, which usually requires the consent of more than two-thirds of the assassins, but she can take you directly to the library if the priest wants to help you. ”