v3 Chapter 106： Owner of training ground

"It seems that the Germanic people are nothing great." After seeing the conflict in the past, Varo also seemed to have changed his mind.

Instead, Zhang Heng held different opinions on this, "can't say the same."

"Ok?"

"In terms of strength, the Gladiator side is indeed stronger, but don't forget that the Germans were taken back from the front line. They have been toiled all the way, their bodies and spirits are not at their best. At this point, there are only four left. 50% strength, and seeing the Gladiator School should be intended to give them a power, although only 6 gladiators were brought to greet them, it seems that they do not care about them, but I dare say that even if the six are not the best gladiators in the school It must be above the average level. In simple terms, these Germanic people were overcast by the school. After experiencing such a thing, they will build awe for the school. At the same time, they will clean up today in the training. Will be more desperate. "

Zhang Heng finished and found Varo staring at him blankly.

"What?"

Varo hesitated, with some sympathy, "In your Han empire, the political struggle between nobles must be cruel, otherwise why can you think of so many things from one thing, just like the veterans of the Senate? same."

"........."

The excitement of the two did not last long. With the arrival of the Germans, the new batch of slaves purchased by the Gladiator School has arrived, so the head of the Gladiator School summoned everyone to training. In the field.

There are almost forty or fifty people. In addition to the six Germans, there are Gauls, Patians, Sami, and Zhang Heng, a Han from the far east. Some of them are prisoners of war, some are slaves, and Some are civilians and downcast Roman nobles who voluntarily become gladiators. Looking at the origin of these people seems like a small international exchange.

Everyone is standing in a mess, whispering each other, the look on each face is not the same.

Zhang Heng noticed a touch of excitement on Varo's face, because today is the day when their group of preparing gladiators will start school, the master of the gladiator school will definitely show up.

At that time, Varro will be able to sell his business skills to the other party. If everything goes well, he won't need to stay here anymore. He can go back to the street and breathe free air. Of course, his freedom is only a certain limit, but compared to It's too much to be a gladiator who fights **** in the arena, or to mine in the countryside.

Varo also glanced at Zhang Heng next to him. The latter's face showed no fear or embarrassment. Instead, he showed an interesting look. Just like visiting a tour, Varo had to admire secretly in his heart. The young aristocracy of the Han empire was really big-hearted.

Finally, when the crowd stood a little impatient under the scorching sun, the Lord finally appeared.

It was a middle-aged Roman who looked a little rich. He wore a short-sleeved long dress most commonly found on the streets of Rome. He wore a blanket-like cloak on his shoulders, ranging from left to right, and the left section passed under his arm. He wrapped it around his chest and neck, and then stuffed it into his waist. He dragged a piece of fabric with one hand, and the other was empty. The emerald ring on it was very conspicuous.

Zhang Heng knew from Varo that this most distinctive Roman robe is not for everyone to wear, slaves, foreigners, including liberated slaves, can only wear long clothes on the inside, not on the outside. .

Beside the middle-aged Roman, there were two young female slaves of good shape, one was carefully supporting him, and the other was covering him with a sunshade cloth cover behind him. The three of them were training directly. Appeared on the second-floor balcony of the building directly in front of the field.

The trainer waved his whip, and everyone on the training ground was finally a little quieter. After that, the head of the school bowed his head at the middle-aged Roman. "Master, everyone is here."

"Let's get started." This is obviously not the first time a middle-aged Roman has done this kind of thing. He nodded and sat in a chair in the middle of the balcony, as if looking like an emperor sitting on a throne, overlooking it. Beings underfoot.

His name is Marcruz, and he runs the second largest gladiator school in Rome, with over 400 gladiators, the arena outside, the theater next to the arena, and three gladiator training grounds. And the lounge and so on are his assets.

In a sense, he is really like an emperor here.

It was obviously not the first time Marcus had done this kind of thing, and he waved to the head of the school, who immediately shouted at a group of preparing gladiators in front of him.

"Take off your clothes!"

Everyone heard the words and looked at each other. It was not until the trainer raised his whip again that he began to take off his shirt and exposed a healthy body. Varo thought that those Germans would be in Trouble at this time, but they didn't expect that they just hesitated and actually took off their clothes.

At this point, Varo also had to admire Zhang Heng's speculation before dismissing him.

Everyone took off their jackets in accordance with them, but those trainers did not seem to be satisfied, so the people on the training ground had to continue to take off ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Until a loincloth left, middle-aged Roman talent finally expressed satisfaction .

He stood up, looked over one by one, muttered in his mouth, "Very good, this time the greedy slave traders finally found me some pretty good goods."

The head of the school also said, "These guys should be able to make up for the manpower we lost before."

"But their prices are not cheap." The middle-aged Romans' eyes flickered. "Where is the Germanic who cost me seven thousand Setes?"

Trainer signaled to Bach, who came out of the crowd with some dissatisfaction.

"Come closer, let me take a closer look," Marcruz greeted.

Unbach could only take two more steps forward and came downstairs.

"Uh-huh, do you think he can be compared to Sisnatus?" Marcruz asked the school principal.

"This ... it's a bit difficult. Sisnatus is the three-time Victor Arena champion. No one can beat him. When he first arrived, it took four good players to defeat him." Although that might make Marcruz say Unhappy, but the head of the school thought about it and decided to tell the truth. Otherwise, if Bach's future growth does not meet expectations, he and the trainer will be unlucky. "Although Bach's potential is not bad, it is still far from Sisnatus. There is no small gap. "

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