Zeus lay on his back on his fluffy, thick little bed of velvet grass, and thoughtfully nibbled on a delicious plum.

He's struggling for time.

By this time, the gladiators had finished their meals and had returned to their humble stone chambers to rest.

In fact, even if they walked around the underground of the gladiatorial arena, Zeus was nothing to fear, he was a holy rat, and every time before the arena, most of the gladiators would come to him and ask him to pray for themselves.

So, in the mysterious underground of the gladiatorial arena, our little rats are unimpeded.

But tonight, Zeus is going to visit Mendo, but this guy is a heretic and murderous, so it is not so easy to deal with.

He could have moved to the best gladiatorial school in the empire, but for some reason, he had to live underground in this cold gladiatorial arena.

After a long period of inquiry, Dura brought back information to Zeus: "Mendo likes to breathe in the thick smell of blood that is ubiquitous in the gladiatorial arena. ”

It's not impossible, but if it's just for that, the reason seems a little weaker. After stepping out of the small cave with a clear look, Zeus walked slowly along the intricate walkways under the gladiatorial arena to the area where the beasts from all over the world were imprisoned.

At some point, Shag followed, and when the caged beasts bared their teeth at Zeus and showed their fierce faces, Shag yelled back at them even more fiercely.

Shag's father was a sonic African wolf king, so the murderous aura he exuded was enough to make any beast tremble.

What's more, these beasts had already suffered a lot in the Colosseum Academy before they came to the Colosseum, including the necessary training.

Coming to the cage of a cheetah, Zeus unhurriedly picked up a small key from his neck that hung there. Shag walked over and threw himself to the ground, Zeus stepping on his nose. When the little master was on his feet, Shag slowly stood up, and it was not until Zeus reached the height of the keyhole that our little holy mouse inserted the key into it. He used his two little claws to work together, twisted vigorously, and with a "horn", the lock opened.

Zeus grabbed the key, and now it was a makeshift doorknob, and Shag stepped aside, and the cage door opened.

The cheetah pounced on it, almost knocking Zeus off the tip of Shag's nose. Zeus immediately lay down and grabbed Shag by the nose, and Shag got up and at the same time waved his paws and unceremoniously punched the cheetah.

The cheetah was knocked to the ground on its side, and just as she was about to roll over, Shag pounced on her and bit her neck.

"Master, you know that among the beasts caught for the triumphal ceremony, this female leopard is the most brutal. "Shag wasn't complaining, no matter what his little master did, he wouldn't let him complain, he was just seeking truth from facts.

Now, as they walked down the corridor leading to the single stone chamber of Mendo, Zeus stood on Shag's head, holding his arms, looking almost like an emperor. The female leopard, who had been bitten by the hound, was not going to act rashly for the time being, but she looked visibly annoyed, and was staring at Zeus with an almost sharp and arrogant gaze. It looked like she was going to pounce on it again at any moment, swallowing the abominable rat with a lively spirit.

"Mendo can break a wolf's neck with his bare hands, do you think your cervical spine is strong enough for his iron palms?"

Listening to Zeus's words, Shag was silent.

The torches planted in the stone walls are kept out all night, and it is said that this is to dispel the countless ghosts in the gladiatorial arena that always haunt the night.

The ghosts that roam the battlefield anywhere in the world can only be nothing compared to this place.

The death of hundreds of thousands of gladiators and beasts of prey in a few days is a common occurrence here.

The firelight made the shadows of several animals bigger and longer, and they looked so strange that they didn't look like any creatures in this world.

Zeus liked to look at such shadows, which he thought looked like some kind of strange and holy building.

And such a building can only be found in his hometown, the holy city of Jerusalem.

It's been more than 400 years since he's been out there, but he's dreaming of it almost every night—and he's loving and hating it.

Because he had been staring at the shadows on the wall and on the ground, when the old priest suddenly appeared in the corner in front of him, Zeus didn't notice it at first.

By the time it became clear that the thick black shadow was a person, Shag was about to crash into the old priest.

"Wang—" Shag exclaimed as he stopped his foot.

"Alilua—why you?" Zeus sat down on Shag's head.

Smelling the scent of a man, the female leopard who followed behind began to roar like thunder in her throat.

Of course, the old priest saw the leopard, but there was no fear on his face.

He even smiled admiringly at the female leopard: "It's so fit—O Almighty Creator!"

"Shag!"

The hound shook his head, snarled at the leopard, and roared uncontrollably.

Shag didn't bother for a moment, and threw his little master out of his head. The old priest stretched out his hand and caught the frightened little Zeus in mid-air.

"I didn't expect you to be old, and you reacted quite quickly. When Zeus came back to his senses in the warm palm of the old priest's hand, and regained his usual vitriolity, he said this less kindly.

"I'm also curious, why did you take the name of the Lord God of Olympus, when you are obviously a holy rat belonging to Christ?" asked the old priest with a smile as he looked at him.

Zeus's bright red tail immediately stood up: "How do you know my name is Zeus?"

As a well-known holy rat in the city of Rome, it is not surprising that someone knows his name.

But from the old priest's sly smile, Zeus saw that this was not the case—as a holy rat, he was even better at reading words and colors than the wisest of humans.

A thought flashed through his mind, and the rest of the words almost flowed out of the corners of his mouth: "Where have we met?"

Certainly not in the afternoon at the door of the chapel.

"You shouldn't remember. The old priest said with a generous smile.

"You're here for me?" Zeus cursed in his heart, "Damn, I didn't even notice it in the afternoon!"

"Not exactly, I'm going to have to find a couple of old guys. As he spoke, the old priest lifted his fingers.

"Why did you come to me in the first place?"

In his mind, a white mist rose up, which made Zeus feel holy and familiar—there were several amiable and lovely figures frolicking and running happily in the fog—and an indescribably delicious juice poured up on Zeus's tongue.

"For you are the only one in Rome – Jesus led his disciples to preach among the Gentiles after his resurrection, but it was here that the doctrine was finally carried forward. ”

Hearing this, for some reason, Zeus suddenly felt an indescribable sense of shame - he received the light of Jesus' resurrection, enjoyed the worship and admiration of believers for more than 400 years, and he still had the mark of Jesus' blood, which made him regarded by believers as a god, but what did he do for Jesus?

In addition to those nonsense-like revenge, when it comes to it, he can't help but blush and be ashamed of himself.

"What about the rest?" his eyes were so hot that he did not dare to raise his head to look at the old priest's deep gaze.

Jesus' disciples were not just human beings. The old priest said very indifferently.

"What did you say?" Zeus was even more ashamed of his own ghostly cry, what was he himself, the most despicable mouse.

Could there be a more humble disciple than him? Zeus wanted to ask, he couldn't stop thinking about it, but he couldn't open his mouth.

"What shall I say? I have come to you first, except that you are in Rome, and because—" At this point, the old priest paused, so that Zeus almost opened his mouth to curse his mother. Whenever he gets angry, it's like that. "And because, you can say that you are their leader. ”

"What did you say?" the strange cry sounded more like "live hell"!

"Of course, you have to make them recognize you as their leader!"

"Who are they?" asked this sentence, not to mention how empty-hearted.

The old priest glanced at the female leopard behind Shag - Zeus glared, and the old priest was amused by his expression, "I thought you would be indifferent, after all, you have always been a powerful man in the gladiatorial arena." ”

"This is different, no matter how fierce the beasts here are, they are just ordinary animals, but if you say those non-human disciples, you don't have to think about it to know, they must be some holy beasts. ”

The old priest looked at Zeus approvingly, "You are smarter than I expected. This compliment didn't make Zeus happy at all, he was even more frustrated, "Except that I'm a mouse, in fact, all holy beasts must have physique, and they must have skills, right?"

"But you're the most intelligent. ”

"This female leopard can't eat me, but if she changes to another divine beast, she swallows me in one bite, and then her head will still be a fart!"

"You're as afraid of cats as all mice, but for more than four hundred years, has any cat eaten you?"

"Ordinary cats can't eat holy rats. ”

"Really, it seems like it's a little bit worse today, right?"

Zeus screamed again, "How do you know everything?"