Chapter 172

The mind is the most magical part of life, its power can be thousands of miles in a flash, and it can accept the Su MI in the mustard seed. As long as you are breathing, the power of the soul will not disappear, even if it is not buried in the farthest corner of the bottomless abyss, it will eventually shine.

Duo Ji'an wiped the sweat from Zhao Mai's head with the skirt cloth in his hand. The rough and cold touch glided through his skin. Zhao Mai became more stupid than ever. He quietly waited for her to finish the work at hand, watching her at a loss about how to put the cloth back on her skirt. Do not know why, Zhao Mai suddenly blurted out: "Duo Ji'an, you help me, I will try to cure you."

The former Templar didn't show much. She kept putting the cloth in hand at the crack of the skirt, let it go, and watched it fall to the ground. She thought it would change the skirt back to its original shape. Only this time Zhao Mai helped her pick it up and put it in her pocket. "Come with me, let's go to the Gladiator's place."

The rest place for gladiators has the same furnishings and taste as the animal pen. Zhao Mai doubts whether these two places are sometimes used instead. Some of the gladiators are asleep, others are awake. Several people asked Zhao Mai, "what do you do with a fool and another fool?"

"Oh, I don't know how to use some of them. Mr. Percy asked me to study with Ricardo." Zhao Mai's smile also made others laugh.

"Go on, study hard! If not, I can give you extra lessons! Ha ha ha

Ricardo lived in the deepest part of the barracks, not because it was the quietest, but because it had the thickest walls. Large pieces of rock under the reinforcement of cement unbreakable, whether it is the wall, floor or ceiling, even the strongest round shell beetle can not bite through, dig not rotten. It has been used for a long time to store the most precious property of the city. Now it's Ricardo.

It's dense and opaque, so you can only rely on the light of oil lamp whether it's day or night. As a moor, with half dwarf blood, Ricardo can see things around him even in a pure black environment, but he can't distinguish colors without light. Usually, he would save the lamp oil and exchange some food with the people in the kitchen. But now the light in his room was on, and Ricardo was wiping the blade of his right hand with a piece of hide.

"Hey, Ricas, open the door. I'm coming to class." Zhao Mai knocked on the door with his knuckles and made a sound.

"Go away, I'm not interested." Ricardo didn't look up and said, "tell Posey, don't bother me with anything that has nothing to do with competitive games."

"I'm your fighting companion, remember? I raised my hand during the day Zhao Mai said this to the corridor, and then whispered to Ricardo, "Hey, I'm Mike. Open the door quickly."

"Mai..." Ricardo sprang to his feet, coughed twice, and said in a very discordant voice, "Oh, it's you. I think of you. You did raise your hand." Then he opened the door and put Zhao Mai and duo Jian in.

"Mr. Percy asked you to teach me something and take up some of your time." Zhao Mai motioned to Ricas to keep quiet with his fingers, and then called out his mobile phone. He turned on the recording key, licked his palm, and then pressed and patted on his slightly bulging cheek to record the sound of water.

Ricardo blinked. Although he didn't speak, his mouth was very clear: "what are you doing?"

Zhao Mai takes duo Ji'an by the hand, takes her to the door, and asks her to hold the door, which just blocks the slit of food delivery and surveillance. Although Zhao Mai and Ricas are very alert, no one can guarantee that they will find all the voyeurs. After that, Zhao Mai turned the recorded music into BGM. Ricardo covers his face. He now understands what Zhao Mai did.

"OK, that will fool them for a while." Zhao Mai pointed to his face: "by the way, it's make-up, not disfigurement, so thank you for your concern."

"I'm pretty sure you're Mike now. You're the only one who can say that." Ricardo shook his sword with a smile on his face. "Come and have a look. How about my new weapon? As long as they let Bucher out again, we can win the championship and be free together

"I've bought Posey, and Bucher should be released soon." Zhao Mai said to Ricas, "I heard your speech this afternoon. It's really good. But you should remember that I bought you, and it doesn't mean that you are his slave

"What do you mean?" Ricardo's on the alert. His expression changed from joy to seriousness, and the sword that had been held flat on his chest also dropped.

"I mean, I've got rid of the wrong enslavement and taken off my collar. As long as I protest, under the pressure of Parliament, tessian will have to return you and Bucher to me. Bucher will certainly agree with every word I say, and I need you to speak for me, so that I can drag Tessen from the seat of the Templar and realize my revenge. " Zhao took a deep breath and said to Ricardo: "there are many people who want to see the failure of tessian, do you understand?"

"What about my temple tower?"

"Go to his temple tower, it's a killing pit." Zhao Mai said: "I will take you out of tyre and go to other cities. You make money for me. I can give you two half of the money I earn. Nominally, you are still my slaves, but actually you are my partners. Don't you find that the relationship between Bucher and me is not just a slave and a slave owner. Can you join in? I'm very open-minded. I can give you money, women and even my own family, as long as you work for me down-to-earth! ""I want freedom."

"Freedom is just an illusion, Moore. Even if you have freedom, what can you do? Do you have a way to make a living? I know you've been learning how to fight, how to kill, how to perform since you were born. If you don't want to be a robber and get caught and become a slave, you have to go back to your old business and work for a slave owner, maybe a gladiator, or better a trainer. What's your goal, to be a trainer in freedom, or to be a slave to money again? " Zhao Mai patted Ricas on the shoulder. He wanted to know whether the man had enough determination. He was not the first hero to throw a spear at the wizard king for thousands of years. "Work for me, forget the illusion of freedom, enjoy life, I give you my guarantee."

Ricardo was silent, the light of the oil lamp swayed in his face, and he didn't move. He sat curled up by the bed, his cheek in one hand, his sword on his knee, like Rodin's statue of a thinker. The thinker's whole body is solid and graceful, which symbolizes the power of thinking and comes from the heart and soul. When people start to think, the universe will shake.

"No, I refuse." "Even if I starve to death in the street, I want to taste the taste of freedom," he said. I'll be the champion, I'll let the Witch King set me free, I'll walk out of the arena with my head held high, no constraints, even if there is no support any more

"So you're going against me?"

"Sorry, I can't compromise what I want. Even you can't stop me. No one can. I'll break his neck."

"Very good," Zhao Mai laughed, heartfelt and happy: "if the wizard King stopped you, would you dare to break his neck?"