Chapter 170

They left a space for a good play, and even Zhao Mai was ready to fight. I didn't expect that Ricardo was still stubborn. He shook his head and said to Posey, "no, I'm not going to play this meaningless game."

"What did you say?" The bald elf lit Ricas' chest with a strong whip. "You damned slave, want to disobey my orders?"

"You are just a slave, just like the rest of us." Ricks was wobbly, but still stood upright. "All the people in this yard are the same slaves. One day without freedom, that will not change. Now I just want to win the final championship of the temple tower competition. Nothing else matters to me. You don't matter, and slave women don't matter

"So we have a slave who wants to be free?" Elf trainer ha ha. But the people around them put away their smiles. Instead of whispering to each other, they put up their ears to listen to their conversation.

"My mother died when I was born, and my father didn't know where. You all call me mule, half breed bastard, or more simply, stinky boy. But actually, I have only one name: slave. But just because I was born a slave, I was born to pursue freedom. Maybe you, like me, didn't realize this until now, or didn't think about it at all, but one day all slaves will understand it. You want to establish your authority, it doesn't matter, I can obey, but I have only one goal, that is the temple tower. I've lost a left hand for that. You know what? I can only wipe my ass with an unfamiliar hand and eat with the same hand. "

The crowd whispered with laughter.

Ricardo is still very serious: "but if for the sake of victory, for the sake of freedom, I just don't have hands to wipe my ass, what can I do? I'd rather never take bread again than drink soup all my life and taste freedom. So, I won't waste my time on meaningless things like being beaten by a fool! And if you say you're in charge now, let Bucher out as soon as possible! I need him. He's my partner for freedom. "

He looked around at the other gladiators, glancing over their slightly numb faces, and then said, "I need more partners, too. Which one of you wants to join?"

Zhao Mai raised his hand with a proud smile on his face. A few people were really moved, but they did not dare to show their feelings in public. Since we are sure that there is nothing to see, and we don't want to see the ugly face of the bald elf, we have to do our own thing.

Posey held the whip tightly, and he wanted to beat Ricardo, but for what reason? After all, Ricardo is the most important slave of the Lord. To make sure that he wins the championship is closely related to his own life and can't really hurt him. At this time, as long as you wave the whip, you will fall behind. It's not as good as being unpredictable. That way, you can weaken some of the bad effects.

But someone didn't want him to achieve that. Zhao Mai jumped in front of the spirit, stretched out his hand and said, "it seems that I'm invincible!"

"Victory without war." The spirit corrects a way casually.

"Yes Zhao Mai's eyebrows were raised high, and his eyes burst out with "terrible" Brilliance: "I won, so I want to pick slaves."

"Go away, you bastard, go back to your corral and sleep with those animals who only poop. You're not a slave."

"No, you promised..." Before Zhao Mai finished, he heard the door of the corner of the training ground creak and open. Then the housekeeper came in with more than 20 women of different shapes.

"All stand by the wall, and then you will serve here, washing clothes, cleaning and sleeping, but you are not allowed to enter the kitchen." The housekeeper's voice was sharp and harsh: "just listen to bossy about how to distribute and what to do. Women are disgusting

After that, he swept the strong bodies of the gladiators around with his eyes, and then left with a strange laugh.

When these people came in, Zhao Mai's eyes narrowed and almost broke his disguise. Among the female slaves, he saw doji'an, a former high-level Templar. She was dressed in the same clothes as other slaves, but it was obviously not in line with her taller figure. She always felt that she could not be wrapped. In addition, the original cold look lost the temperature, although still rigid, but more because of stupidity. Duo Ji'an's eyes are blank. He just looks at the front and blinks after a long time. And her movements are a little stiff, more like It's more like a puppet.

The only one who can detract from the status of high-level Templar is the wizard king, so it must be the result of the wizard King's personal magic. If you can look at the current state of dorgian, it may be helpful to speculate about the high-level actions of Tyr, and hope to understand the ability of the wizard king. Zhao Mai made a quick decision. When everyone's eyes were attracted by the female slave, his hand was on the shoulder of the spirit intentionally or unintentionally.

"You'll find that fools are also useful." Zhao Mai mixed an idea with the power of psychic power and put it into the mind of the spirit. "You have shown your dignity. If you can be more friendly, you will be more willing to obey. A fool is a good start. It's good for you to fulfill his wish. ""Yes, it is." The elf trainer smelled a refreshing fragrance of flowers. Although the elves of atas have already left the forest, and elegance has disappeared from his character, the memory of the smell of flowers is still hidden in the depths of his blood, and his love will not be lost. And people who have not learned psychic powers have poor resistance to emotional influences. In such a short distance, and no defense, Zhao Mai can easily destroy his mind.

When the housekeeper was there, everyone's eyes were on the female slaves; when the housekeeper left, the eyes would return to the trainer, so Zhao Mai stepped back from Posey three steps ahead of time. In a hurry, there is no time to build control with more complex ideas. A short hint should be enough. And it's already a good start, and then it's much easier to instill.

Look at the slave women and stare at the trainer. The bald elf licked his teeth and said, "well, you'll all have a chance, but not today. These people have to be cleaned, from the inside out. After all, I can't let you get sick and rot from below. "

He saw the greed and desire in people's eyes, and regarded it as flattery and obedience. Then he looked at Zhao Mai and said, "but there is one person who is not afraid of it. It's said that fools don't get sick. That's why they are allowed to tame animals, right

"Hey, hey..." Zhao Mai pretended to be silly and laughed twice. He just wanted to strangle this wordy and annoying guy. Psionic powers are mostly implantable, not controlled as precisely as magic, so you have to listen to this nonsense.

"I'm in a good mood today, so pick one." Said Percy in a trance, and afterwards he would not feel that anything was wrong.

So, Zhao Mai in the eyes of envy, pretended to choose some, and then took duo Ji'an's hand, toward the direction of the corral.

"Ha ha, a fool matches a fool." "Do you want me to teach you some postures?"

A clanging voice overshadowed his laughter. As if his arm was almost there, Ricardo slashed the dummy with a long sword. The blade reflected red light and turned into meteors in people's eyes. After a while, the dummy was cut into seven pieces and scattered on the ground. It was the sharpest weapon the slaves had ever seen, and their hearts were filled with envy.

Perhaps in their hearts, they also think that they belong to the old man. It seems to be a very good deal to exchange the old man's property (hand) for a sword. This is the most sad thing. Ricardo didn't know his fate. He also looked at the sword with joyful eyes. He didn't know what he almost missed.

This is what Zhao Mai thought when he walked into the corral.