Zeus licked his greasy paws, brushed his beard that had been accidentally dipped in cream, and then burped loudly,

"Well, that's how it is - the gladiators are all in place, and the beasts that didn't have time to escape and those who have been captured are all locked up in underground cages! The elevator is in place, the crocodiles in the waterway are captured by the soldiers, and the wine is poured in, and it's all done!"

After saying that, Zeus couldn't help but let out another "uh". Then he turned to Dura, the white pigeon, and asked in a smug tone, "The meal I brought back is delicious, isn't it?

In fact, Dura only took a small peck, and she was just pretending. Hearing Zeus say this, our pigeon lady raised one of her wings, covered her mouth, and couldn't help but giggle out laughing, "Your belly is 'gurgling' again, and it's really round." ”

But isn't it, if you don't know the details of Zeus, you will be stunned and look at him, I am afraid that you will think that he is pregnant! When he hiccuped just now, his whole body sounded like an iron plate that had been violently struck, and the sound was no longer "grunting", it was clearly "clangling".

"Dura, didn't you reach your waist when you flew him back?" asked Old Thomas, smiling, as he lay on his stomach in the golden carriage basking in the sun.

Dura covered her mouth even tighter, and she kept "giggling" until Zeus blushed at the end.

"Old Thoma, why is your mouth so broken?" Zeus, who was standing in the vent of the lion's head, swung his fist at it, which made his body louder, "The muffins can't stop your mouth!"

"I'll get a small piece, and you'll take the rest. Old Thoma said indignantly, "When you were underground, you patronized the food and poured water into your stomach, and the good things that Castor did were not heard by us flying around?"

"What is there to be angry about the master who can't open a few broken bolts?" The little mouse who was exposed was angry, and he wanted to jump into the carriage to clean up the old pigeon, but he was pulled back by his heavy body, "Ouch, my ass!"

"Well deserved, haha!" said old Thomas, who had had enough of the sun, jumped up, flapped his wings twice, and flew away.

"Idiot, no one cares, can you fly back?"

"Don't curse people like that!" Dura flew up and patted Zeus's little head with her wings. "You should put your hands together and pray for him that he will return safely to his relatives. ”

"I think you're becoming more and more like a nun!" Zeus said, stretching out his little arm around Dura's neck, and as she flew back to the white tiger's mother, "what else do you want to know?" asked the little mouse as he jumped onto the white tiger's mother's front paws and raised his head.

It was very hot in the carriage, probably close to noon, and the direct sunlight scorched the entire carriage, turning it into a huge steamer. Our little white tiger "Meng'er" was so hot that he was lying there gasping with his tongue sticking out his tongue, and he had long lost his previous vitality.

"Did they say why?" the mother of the white tiger hung her head in confusion, and she sat there upright, although she looked very casual, but still majestic. The carriage was dimly lit, but she looked like a huge light, the most primitive, the wildest, and the most holy light born at the beginning of heaven and earth. "I mean, why did they just leave us?"

The little mouse shook his head, "yes, the other beasts have been moved underground, it's really strange, although every beast fight has to be prepared like this, but-"

"But what?"

The little mouse frowned even more confusedly, he turned to the white dove, stared at her blood-red eyes, and asked, "Did you ask Grandpa David before?, he is from Constantinople, where there is a beast fight?"

"There is only an amphitheater in the whole Eastern Roman Empire," her eyes lit up at the thought of the bloody scenes and brutal moments that would be played out on the field outside, "Grandpa David also sighed to me, he said that all this is so cruel, why did human beings invent such a show? Attacking each other, fighting and killing each other - everything can be solved by love, not to mention that those people don't know each other at all, and they don't have any enmity between them, why should it be like this? Especially the animals that were captured, they were so pitiful, too innocent—"

Although Zeus had lived in the arena for so long, it was the first time he had heard such words. The long and stressful life in the gladiatorial arena had made him accustomed to everything, and although he also hated gladiatorial performances, and felt that this traditional Roman entertainment was contrary to the purpose of Christianity, he was still very angry when he heard a bad old man from Eastern Rome denigrating and attacking his gladiatorial arena like this!

Especially when Dura first mentioned "those animals", he was a little unhappy. "Grandpa David is prejudiced against us! He's never seen a gladiatorial show, has he? He's only heard of it before?

"I'm glad he's only heard," said Dura, making a big cross on his snow-white chest with a wing.

"Then he is not qualified to gossip, a stupid old man with no knowledge dares to slander and make such nonsense on my territory, how can it be unreasonable!"

"He also said very firmly that everything here should be destroyed, because everything here is too sinful!"

"Nonsense, even the Hanging Gardens and Pyramids can't be compared to the Gladiatorial Arena, and he actually wants to destroy it, which is the most heinous crime!"

"It was built with blood poured out of life! This building itself is the greatest and most terrible instrument of torture! It was built for brutality, which in itself is a sin and should be destroyed!" said Dura, repeating Grandpa David's words word for word.

"Destroy Constantinople, destroy Eastern Rome, and to hell with everything there!"

"Enough!" the White Tiger Mother couldn't take it anymore and roared loudly, "Now is not the time to argue!Zeus, Dura has helped us so much, and we should thank her." If it weren't for her, Meng'er and I wouldn't have known so much, and you wouldn't have gotten what you wanted so quickly," she said, tilting her head and rubbing the little mouse's bulging belly with her long beard, "And you, Dura, if Zeus hadn't stepped forward, you wouldn't have been able to get the golden flakes back for Grandpa David." You've been through so much together that it's long overdue for you to become friends. It's a pity that they're talking badly to each other now!"

Dura raised two wings and covered her face because her eyes were already moist. She asked softly and ashamedly, "What else do you need me to do?" If not, I will fly away first, and Grandpa David must be in a hurry. ”

"Go ahead, grab the flakes of gold, and don't lose them again. Mother White Tiger advised.

The little mouse hadn't gotten rid of his breath yet, but he was still a little reluctant to hear Dura say she was going to fly away. But the conceited Zeus didn't want to show it, so he simply jumped off the front paws of the white tiger mother, turned around and ran to Mencius's side.

Meng Er lay there, no longer panting. He looked stunned, as if he was desperately trying to remember something. Hearing Dura say that she was going to fly away, Meng'er suddenly jumped up. "Miss Pigeon, will you come back later?" he asked, cried out.

His fierce tone startled everyone, and Dura lowered her wings, stared at him with wide eyes, and nodded sheepishly, "If—you need me back." ”

"Meng'er, what's wrong with you?" Baihu's mother also stood up and looked at her son worriedly.

"Can you bring Grandpa David here? I have something to say to him. Meng Er said hesitantly, obviously he was still a little undecided.

"What do you have to say to him?" asked Dura, puzzled, "can you tell me first?"

"I'm not going to hurt him. Meng Er hurriedly explained.

"Of course I know," said Dura with a smile, "I'm just a little curious, and you don't know him, what do you want to say to him?"

"I—I'm afraid you won't believe me if I say it," said Mencius, putting his little head on his two front paws, and falling into his secret memories again, "I just heard you talk about Eastern Rome, and you said that you were going to destroy the gladiatorial arena or something, and I's—just—"

"What's wrong with you?" the white tiger's mother walked over, stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of her son's nose, "Oh, what are you doing, it's so hot here, you must be thirsty!"

"I'm fine, I'm dizzy, but don't worry. What I'm trying to say is-" At this time, Dura had already flown over and landed on the head of the White Tiger Mother. The little white tiger looked at the beautiful pigeon and came to his senses again, "I seem to know-"

"What do you know?" Dura grew more and more curious.

"I seem to know," Meng Er finally mustered up the courage to hear him say aloud, "I know why Grandpa David came. ”

This sentence made everyone present show an extremely surprised expression, especially Dura, who stared at her two red eyes so big that she asked in a trembling voice, "You-how can you know?"

Meng'er's next words made her feel even more incredulous, "I dreamed of it—I had a dream, and in my dream there was a wonderful light, which it spoke to me in a very nice voice. ”

"What do you hear?"

"The light said to me—said—" Meng'er hesitated again, "I didn't really understand what it said, but I think Grandpa David would be able to explain it to me." ”

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I had seen him—also in that dream, after the light had disappeared, he appeared—or more accurately, that the light became the path under his feet, leading him here, and then I saw—"

"What do you see?"

"I saw this gladiatorial arena like I've never seen it collapse!"

After a long minute, Dura gradually came back to his senses. I saw that she flew straight towards the golden flake on the ground like an arrow, and after holding it up, she drilled out the largest lion's head ventilation hole without looking back, and in the blink of an eye, she had already flown up to the clear sky illuminated by the sun like a piece of flowing gold.