An old man with gray hair and a civilized stick appeared on the rostrum on the second floor, coughed a few times, and said with a full of anger after seeing that he had attracted enough attention.

According to the reactions of the people who were placed in the gladiator slaves, many gladiators have become war-weary, and some even want to deliberately get injured in the gladiatorial arena and get out of the gladiatorial industry with the help of the medical center. ”

Since all the slave owners who are messing around in Solo City, they basically know this old man, this old man named Bill, not to mention among them, even if it is placed in the Manyu military territory, in the entire Ashane continent, they are all big slave owners.

There are dozens of gladiator training camps under his control, thousands of gladiators under his control, and there is an army of nearly 100 people, which is completely armed by knight-level gladiators.

However, he is most talked about by the gladiator Dicron with the reputation of Scarlet Storm, who is a champion knight-level gladiator on the same level as Starbuck, and the two favorites to win the championship this year.

Unlike Starbuck, who was a free gladiator, Dicron was a true slave gladiator who was sold into the gladiatorial arena since he was a child, and is said to have the blood of the Byrons, the Leopard Odin, and the Andes, and before he became famous, he also had an insulting mongrel-like title, which gradually became forgotten as he rose to fame.

Dicron initially sold himself to the gladiatorial arena not in Bill's name, but Bill's insight, when he was just emerging from the scene, he used a knight-level gladiator to exchange him at a seemingly loss-making price, and then devoted all his resources to cultivate him, so that he could shine in the gladiatorial arena and achieve the prestige of the Scarlet Storm.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he was single-handedly cultivated by Bill.

And this matter is also something that Bill is proud of in his life, and several times in the entire Ashane Continent, there are few big slave owners who have this glory.

Behind him, the squire with a sealed horned helmet and simple leather armor that exposed most of his rock-like muscles was Bill's greatest pride in his life, the Scarlet Storm Dicklon.

Before Dicron became a champion knight, Bill gave him back his freedom, recognized him as his adopted son, and gave him his surname, and Dicron reciprocated his loyalty, becoming not only Bill's number one gladiator, but also his personal bodyguard.

Of course, there is no element of ostentation in this, and the use of champion knights as personal guards is an honor that many hereditary counts do not have.

Bill's words made the slave owners below explode, and there was another exchange of words.

"And this kind of thing?"

"What Lord Bill said is very reasonable, even if it is not now, it does not mean that it will not be in the future, don't underestimate the cunning of those lowly slaves, some cowards, in order not to go to the gladiatorial arena, do all kinds of things. ”

"No wonder I always feel that the atmosphere of the gladiatorial fight is a little abnormal recently, think about it carefully, the problem should be here, take the gladiatorial competition the day before yesterday as an example, it was originally a performance gladiatorial fight, and there was no need for casualties at all, but in the end, the gladiator hit the sword like death, it should be that he wanted to get out of the gladiatorial competition through the self-harm method that Lord Bill said, but the strength was not mastered, and self-harm turned into suicide. ”

"It's terrible, it's terrible, I thought that the so-called medical center was just a small injury, but I didn't expect it to be a big disaster, planting such a terrible seed in our industry, no, in order to maintain our industry, we have to do something, we have to do something!"

"I heard that the medical clinic has been relocated not long ago, and now it is called Angel Bena Hospital, and it has taken refuge in the name of the Witches' Secret Society!"

"It is so cunning that no matter whose property he becomes, he cannot infringe on the interests of others! Not even His Majesty has this right!"

"What's the use of being angry? Could it be that you can't reason with a witch's secret meeting?

"Even if the witch secret society can't be unreasonable, it's really not good, let's go to the Duke collectively, he won't sit back and watch our manyu's gladiatorial industry collapse like this!

"It's not as serious as it says! Even if there is, it's an exception!"

"You mean to say that Lord Bill is here to confuse the people?"

"That's not what I meant! I'm just saying it's not as bad as we thought!"

"This potential danger is the most terrifying, once those lowly slaves have other ideas, the whole gladiatorial arena will be difficult to manage, and it will be too late to say anything!"

"Prevention is the most important thing!"

"Lord Bill, what you say, we will do it, we will listen to you!"

"Bill-sama, tell me what you think!"

Bill naturally has his own supporters, and the echoes suppress those weak doubts, and if you want to mix in this circle, you don't want to offend Bill.

Otherwise, if you are targeted by retaliation, it won't be long before the gladiators in your hands will be gone, and several times in a row, no matter how rich your value is, you will have to become a poor egg.

There is a famous saying in the Manyu military leader - half of the victory or defeat of a gladiatorial fight is on the field, half off the field, and even more so in life and death.

Bill paused for a moment, waiting for them to digest the news before proceeding.

"We will never allow such a thing to run rampant, a few of us old guys with a little bit of experience have just reached a consensus that if we want to hide the impact of this matter, we don't need to ask anyone at all, it is enough for us to join forces ourselves. ”

"Bill-sama, what do you think?"

"It's very simple, that is, no matter whether those gladiators are really injured or deliberately take the opportunity to escape, if they are seriously injured, we will end up with execution, which will not only kill a hundred people, cut off the thoughts that those people should not have, but also ignite the atmosphere and bring more benefits, of course, as compensation, those gladiators who are executed will receive twenty percent of the proceeds of the game as compensation, what do you think?"

"Twenty percent, isn't that a little less?"

"Be content, this is an extra 20 percent, and the rest of the money is a lot to take, if you are sent to the medical center and saved, not only will you not get a penny, but you will have to take the money to redeem it, which is very cost-effective. ”

"This is a good method, it can not only guarantee the income, but also hit the other party, I support it. ”

"I'm in favor. ”

"I'm in favor of it too. ”

The person who came up with this idea, at least the character of these large and small slave owners, was very accurate about human nature, first showed that it was powerful, and then tempted it to take advantage of it, so he easily took down the big and small slave owners, and in the blink of an eye, he echoed the chorus.

Some of these conscientious slave owners felt that there was something wrong with doing so, and that it would further exacerbate the conflict between the slave owners and the gladiators.

There was no secrecy at all about this semi-public decision-making, and only an hour later, Sean and Angie Bena got the news, and the whole process and decisions of the banquet reached their ears as it was, because it was one of the slave owners who reported to them, and he was Angie Bena's man.

When he heard the news, Sean was stunned for a few minutes, originally he thought that he had enough knowledge of this cruel world, but the cruel truth told him.

He only touched a little skin, in this world of cannibalism, human nature is far darker than imagined, those slave owners holding high wine, tasting food, just like this, in the high-minded talk, understated the life and death of countless people.

In his previous life, Sean had watched film and television dramas about gladiators in ancient Rome, and he felt that he had been yearning for this profession full of male hormones.

But after this period of treatment of gladiators and contact with them, I found that it was far from the case, and the film and television dramas of the previous life claimed to expose the cruel reality, but in fact still beautified the profession.

This profession in the real world exudes a kind of cruelty that distorts human nature from the inside out, and some are just full of blood.

Since then, Sean no longer has a good impression and yearning for this profession, but just wants to do what he can.

The cruel decisions of these slave owners pushed this bloodiness to an extreme.

Do they know that it is also a living life, and it is also raised by their fathers and mothers, not just unconscious ants who are trampled to death at will.

Why did they do that?

What qualifications do they have to do that?

Why would they do that?

Just for the poor people he pulled out of the pile of dead people, the poor ones who were missing arms and legs, the waste that had become useless to them?

How cold and hard are those people's hearts? They don't even leave such a way to live!

Fury rolled like boiling lava in Sean's chest, erupting in flames.

This is the second time in the last two years that he has felt this fiery emotion.

The last time his village was breached by the slave hunters, when he saw the corpses of the villagers, but at that time, he knew who his enemy was, as long as he followed the trail, sooner or later they would pay for their blood debts.

But this time, he couldn't find anyone to hate, those slave owners?

I'm afraid it's not all, because even if all those slave owners are killed, it won't be long before another slave owner will emerge, and as long as the chain of interests is not broken, those who are driven by interests will follow one after another.

The real root cause is this distorted system, and only by completely overthrowing it can the tragic fate of this group of people be changed.

But this is by no means something that Sean can do alone, even with the current Legion of the Eternal Night.

Because if they want to overthrow this system, they need to face not the aristocratic class of the Manyu military leader led by Duke Borg, but the vested interests of the entire Manyu military leadership and those who are about to get benefits.

This distorted system has taken root in the hearts of the people, including those of the slave gladiators.

Many slave gladiators who escaped from the gladiatorial arena did not leave the industry, but became slave owners, enslaving others to participate in gladiatorial fights and gain wealth, which is the most terrible thing.

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped Sean, and the reason for this was that he was still too weak, and the Legion of the Eternal Night was too weak.

A cold little hand grasped Sean's hot big hand, and when he looked back, it was Angie Bena's delicate little face.

Compared to the angry Sean, Angel Bena is very calm, calm and terrifying.

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Sean in a hoarse voice.

This turn of events led him to question his own previous actions, namely opening a medical clinic and working with the corpse collectors to treat the gladiators.

It also refers to the fact that he was unhappy with Swendi because of his own unhappiness, which led to this series of things.

"It's not us that's wrong, it's the way of the world. ”

Angel Bena replied, not knowing if she really knew what Sean was asking, or if she was just comforting.

"That's right, it's the way of the world that's wrong!"

Sean's disorientation lasted only a few minutes, and a strong will and reason pulled him out of this self-questioning caused by guilt.

Although there are some problems in the means of what they do, they are essentially fine, and if the lives of the living become a problem, the world itself will have problems.

The problem is there, but their presence and actions have exacerbated this contradiction and made everything more acute.

If they don't do this, the slave owners will become more warm?

There is no doubt that gladiatorial fights are inherently distorted of human nature.

"What do we do now?" asked Sean.

The ruler is long, the inch is short, in this field, Angel Bena is obviously better at than Sean, this is her home field, and the resources and strength at her disposal are not comparable to Sean, if you really want to do something for those gladiators, it depends on her.

"We don't have to do anything. ”

There was a hint of coldness on Angie Bena's calm face.

"If they continue to go on like this, sooner or later they will cause a big mess, and they think that those gladiator slaves will endure without limit. ”

"Nothing?

Sean shook his head repeatedly, although he knew that what Anji Bena said had some truth, there is a limit to everything, and once it is exceeded, it will inevitably cause a violent backlash.

Isn't there a saying that don't deceive people too much?

The decisions that those slave owners had just made were clearly too deceitful.

Outsiders like Sean feel angry, what about those gladiators in it?

This is a real and direct matter of their life and death!

Would they really be so willing to accept their fate?

I'm afraid the answer is no.

There are rebels in any unfair system, not to mention this completely distorted system, especially the general environment is freeing slaves, but you, the military leader, are still in vogue, and this kind of resistance will naturally intensify.