Chapter 139

Wearing a tan robe and a chain around his neck, he was pulled out of the house by two servants of the slave merchant. The sunshine outside made him frown, but the strong Bucher really made him feel uncomfortable. Just like the two tigers meet, Ricardo grabs the chain with both hands and yanks the two helpers to the ground. He took off his robe and showed his muscles.

The bruised muscles are quite strong, but they don't bulge like Bucher. Compared with absolute strength, he pays more attention to keeping flexible, agile and lower consumption. With just a few moves, Ricardo moved all his muscles and completed the initial warm-up.

This is a balding middle-aged man. His slightly pointed ears, excessively straight nose and hammer shaped black pupils all show that he is a half breed, and that he comes from a rather "humble" background. They are known as the moors, or "mules" in more vulgar terms. They are a group of people who can't reproduce on their own and take away the blood power of their offspring. It is said that they bear the curse of mixed blood, and are destined to bloom brilliantly, but also to be short-lived and silent.

Ricas steps over the servants on the ground and goes straight to Bucher. For 30 years, he has been proud of his strength. Since he was a child, he has been a leader in the combat training camp, training across one or two age stages. But now, he feels threatened. The strong man in front of him is tall. He can see that his muscles are not used for watching, but for fighting. The most interesting point is that this strong man is a pure human, not another Moore.

"You are not a slave to manage." Zhao Mai said: "it's troublesome to use psychic powers, and it will reduce his fighting ability. It's not cost-effective."

The slave dealer had written the manuscript and immediately said, "my Lord, this is not a problem for you. What's more, aren't you most concerned about being strong and smart? Ricardo is strong enough, and he has his own mind. Now his performance is very smart, isn't it

Ricardo stood in front of Bucher and looked up at him. "Big man, are you his slave?"

Bucher gave a cold snort with a scornful smile on his face. Because of his figure, he can only play the role of physical force to earn a living slave, but it does not mean that he will cooperate with the performance. Zhao Mai has discussed with him, but when he encounters this kind of problem, he doesn't need to answer at all. The questioner will find out the answer by himself. If you meet managers like Templars, Zhao Mai, who is proficient in language, is responsible for everything.

This contemptuous smile about slavery made Ricas misunderstand. He turned his head to Zhao Mai and said, "I'm Ricas, the best Gladiator within 500 miles. I can win all the titles for you as long as it's a fair fight He had a strong rolling accent of the city-state of Eureka, which he had learned from his mother and the first trainer.

"What about the unfair one?" Zhao Mai asked deliberately.

"The other person will not be alive, but you will probably face great loss of money and property," Ricardo pointed to himself: "that's me."

Zhao Mai clapped his hands twice, and then said, "so you like fighting?"

"No, I like to win." "I want to be the champion of the duel at tyre City, I want to be the champion of the temple tower competition," he said

"Interesting idea, but why must he be the champion of the temple tower?"

Ricardo smiles and doesn't answer the question. The slaver came up and was about to say something when Ricci spoke again.

"Because if I become the champion, his majesty will stand in front of me and give me freedom. And this dealer - I don't want to call him an adult - may hide this from you. I will only serve the host who can take me to the temple of tyre tower competition wholeheartedly, and this news can make the adults better bargain and save some money for you. "

After listening to these words, Zhao Mai finally connected things together. This lycus is either someone else, or the one who attacked the wizard king in the arena, triggered a rebellion, and finally completed the feat of killing the wizard king. He's the Spartacus of the world, and the winning version. After that, he also carried out a series of adventures, subverting the situation of the whole atas world, known as the pioneer of the heroic era.

Anyway, this person has to buy it. Zhao Mai immediately took out two steel daggers and threw them to the slavers, as well as a whole bag of gold coins and gems. "From now on, you are mine." He announced.

"It's not enough, my Lord. He's a moor, and one is worth a hundred slaves! "

"If you say that his former master was executed, you must have got him at a very low price. If you look at the standard of your remaining slaves, you know you don't have enough money. You certainly don't spend a lot of money With a wave of his hand, Zhao Mai motioned to Ricardo himself to climb out of the room and stand next to Bucher. "I advise you to look at what you have in your hand, think about the profits you have already made, think about the part of new potential benefits that your greed induces you to strive for, and the inevitable risks you will take, and do some calculations before you speak."

"I wish you success." The slaver skillfully put away the steel dagger and the gold, took a look at Bucher, and decided to take it away when it was good."Remember, I'm Mike and this is Bucher." Zhao Mai told Ricas: "tell me more about the competition between tyre city and temple tower. Where did you hear that? "

Shortly after they left, a man in a purple black robe, with twelve lashes of brown hair, and a group of servants came to the slavers. His sharp eyes are hidden on both sides of the hook nose, which makes people feel nervous and cramped when staring at people.

"Ah, dear Templar, what can I do for you

"I heard that you have a moor here and a gladiator. Is that true?"

"It has been sold out. Just a short time ago, it was taken away by a businessman. They're going to the city of tyre for the competition, the one in the temple tower

The man with hooked nose was obviously not satisfied. He said to him, "boas, didn't I tell you to make sure this slave will be mine?"

A skinny servant plopped down on his knees, and the people beside him dodged as if they were avoiding the plague. Boaz clubbed his head on the ground and said in a panic, "Lord thasian, I've found the wrong slaver. I'm looking for another one."

"Oh, I see." The Templar looked at the slaver, his mouth twitching slightly. Then he raised his foot and, with the power of his psychic powers, broke boas' neck without even looking at it.

"Now tell me, do you have any good slaves here?"