"Oh, let's dig a hole in the ground and escape back to our respective dens!" George, frightened by the roar of the beast, hid behind Zeus and muttered quietly.

As Zeus and Grandpa David talked, George's attention was focused on the roars coming from the gladiatorial arena.

"Leave the beast in that carriage alone, and let me tell you about this old man! His name is David, and he is a priest from all the way from Byzantium! If I am not mistaken, he must be very promising!" Zeus said, turning his little head quickly, since he had promised the old priest, he had to do what he said—but how easy was it to send an innocent man like him to death row in the gladiatorial arena?

"What's my business?"

"Have you forgotten the cowardice you just looked, and asked people how they could understand what a mouse was saying!"

"I'm just curious!" "George is always realistic, "he's pretty good, but I really don't have a good impression of the priest! Can he make my fat woman slim down so that I don't have to be her meat pad all night long?Or can I let that damn Persian cat in the baths really die for me to Pluto? Except that my ears were deaf all day long by the ringing of church bells, and the underwear of the dignitaries who ate and drank wine endlessly became more and more tasteless, I really did not find any greater influence exerted by God and his old man!"

"It's been nearly 100 years since the Romans recognized Christianity, and it's been almost 400 years since Christianity was introduced to Rome.

"I don't want to know anything, I'm just a little mouse, because we have the same ancestor, so we climbed into relatives with you, the holy mouse, and this is the only thing I have to do with Christianity!"

"Is your ass on your neck?" Zeus scratched his forehead covered with cold sweat again. "Perhaps he is also a saint since he has performed miracles over and over again, and now he wants me to help him and put himself on death row in the gladiatorial arena—what is he going to do?"

"I'm curious, but what can I do for you?"

"Well—you'll soon find out!" Zeus said, laughing mischievously.

"Then I have a condition—they all say that Arab merchants like to hide gold coins in their underpants, so you can let him help us see who has the most gold coins in his underpants among those merchants?" George exclaimed with a grin, pointing to a large group of camels outside the gate, and the group of tall, dark-skinned men in broad white robes standing in front of them.

"Oh, if you have faith, I'm sure the gods you worship must be those stinky panties!" Zeus retched again. "After such a long delay, I can't wait. Looks like you're fine, so I'll go first!"

George grabbed Zeus, who was about to turn around and walk away: "Where are you going? Find the emperor? Isn't this a superfluous move? He will come to the gladiatorial arena after a while!"

Zeus glared at him angrily, then shook off George's arm, twisted his face, and walked away without looking back. He thought to himself, "Am I that stupid? I'm more interested in that beast—I'm going to have to subdue her to see how long she can keep up with me!"

As for the old priest's request for him, he didn't forget about it, but he needed time for planning and planning - besides, the elusive old fellow, he would always come to him himself.

George tilted his head in confusion and looked at the back of Zeus who was going away a little sadly: "I have no conscience, I almost lost my life for you just now!"

"I think you'd go too. Dura's whisper rang in George's ears again, "Don't you see, there are more and more people gathered at the door, and they are all in a hurry to enter! If it weren't for the soldiers with spears stopping them, these people who came to see the gladiatorial show would have rushed in, and what if you were stepped on by them?"

"You see, I'm too fat to run fast - I-I-"

"Don't be in a hurry, come, get on my back, and I'll send you home!" said the white dove, stretching one of its wings to the ground so that George could follow it onto his back.

"I don't want to go back, I still want to see a gladiatorial show!"

"But it's so chaotic here," said Dura, looking around, "or I'll send you to the top of the outer wall and let you watch the show from there?"

"Well, that's great!," said George, twisting his fat ass like a giant worm, and rubbing it against the white dove's back as fast as he could.

By this time, Grandpa David had sat down on the steps, and he took out a Bible from his bosom, opened it, and read it silently, as if neither the noise and running in the center of the field, nor the noise and conflict outside the gate were at all, and had nothing to do with him.

Zeus walked into the doorway, squeezed into the fist-sized hole under the metal panel, and stared with wide eyes.

I saw a metal carriage drawn by a war horse, driven by two huge metal wheels, in a column, passing through the gate in an orderly and rapid manner, pouring into the gladiatorial arena.

Hundreds of do-gooders gathered outside the gate, all looking curiously and eagerly.

The guards with gilded spears let go of their throats and roared, and although they were trying to maintain order, every now and then a few Roman citizens who thought they were well-informed would gather together and point to a tall carriage that had just passed by.

"It was carrying a leopard from a province in North Africa, and the previous compartment was a 600-pound hippopotamus...... The crocodiles brought from the Egyptian province had been put into a large tank, and in the blink of an eye they tore apart an antelope that had been thrown into it...... Oh, such a cold divine eye, such a hideous fang, just one look is enough to make my heart burst!"

"It is said that in addition to 5,000 Visigothic prisoners of war, 17,000 foreign captives and slaves, and nearly 3,000 heretics will be driven into the gladiatorial arena to kill each other!

"This Vandalal bastard is now more like a Roman than we holy Roman citizens!" said an old gentleman in a white toga, who knew by the fine purple trim of his magnanimous robe that he was a noble senator. But when it comes to the general, the disgust and hatred on his face distorts his elegant face, which is not without losing its charm. "Who does he think he is? How dare we squander the assets of the empire in such a way! Why should we empty our pockets and pay for his triumphal ceremony? He attacked the Visigoths before, and in order to gather 30,000 troops, he almost didn't drain our bone marrow! In order to prevent the serfs on my farm from being conscripted as soldiers, I will pay a huge sum of 25 gold coins for each of them, and what is this not an opportunity to extort money? Damn Vandal mongrel, mongrel!"

Zeus could not listen any longer, he hated such vulgar cursing, so he walked between the old gentleman's feet, rushed out of the gate, and in a few moments walked unnoticedly to the base of the outer wall of the gladiatorial arena.

He jumped up and jumped upward, and his small body hung firmly on a stone brick on the outer wall.

Although he lived in seclusion in the gladiatorial arena all day long, Zeus had heard more scolding and curses for the great general over the years than the bricks and stones that had been built into this great building.

He sometimes wonders why the safety and honor of the entire Western Roman Empire must be maintained by a "mongrel" if the Romans are always so arrogant, conceited, and undeniable?

The Visigoths are so terrible, they repeatedly violate the border, burn and loot, and are invincible, but only the great general Stilicus can keep them out of the border!

Such a legendary figure who defended his homeland and country, although he was a "mongrel", but precisely because he was a "mongrel", he was able to shed blood for the Western Roman Empire and was not afraid of life and death - such feats and aspirations are not more worthy of admiration and respect?

Although I had never met General Stiliko, for some reason, Zeus had a good impression of him, perhaps because the saints favored "heroic"!

Now, he seemed to be doing something very dangerous, but for Zeus, climbing up and down the outer wall of the gladiatorial arena like this was really nothing. The hooves of those horses had kicked up so much dust in the doorway that he almost choked him to death, so he didn't want to enter the gladiatorial arena from there.

In this way, climbing in from the outer wall is much quieter and more comfortable!

But the higher he climbed, the more terrifying Zeus was at the earth-shattering roar of the high walls.

"Ha, I really want to get into that golden carriage and see what's locked inside?!

The last to fly, Zeus jumped lightly to the top of the high wall, where many metal poles were inserted, and many curtains made of thick canvas were stored on them, which were used to protect the spectators in the gladiatorial arena from the wind and rain in bad weather. Zeus's view was blocked by a mass of clumped canvas, so he mustered up his courage and climbed along the metal pole.

When Zeus finally saw the spectacle of the venue, he was completely stunned.

Hundreds of metal carriages, drawn by multiple horses, large and dazzling, were speeding around the field. The metal wheels underneath were subjected to an astonishing weight, and when they spun in the wind, they emitted a thunderous roar, and the roar of so many wheels intertwined into an earth-shattering symphony.

And that's not all, it's still early, but the sun has risen high enough. The sun shone vigorously into the Colosseum, shining on the metal carriages, and the galloping carriages cast these fierce lights on every corner of the Colosseum, so—well, in the eyes of Zeus at this moment, the Colosseum was simply a huge and brilliant jewel. His eyes quickly spent, and his head was stunned by the loud noise beneath him, and in a few moments, the little mouse holding the metal pole could no longer support his body.

"The beast has entered the arena on such a scale, what kind of pomp should it be when the gladiators enter the arena for a while!"

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he raised his head and looked to the other side. I saw the fat George slip off Dura's back and fall like a ball of flesh onto the marble plane at the top of the exterior wall. Dura bowed her head again and said something to him, and flew away.

At this time, George also saw Zeus, and he waved his stubby little arm excitedly in this direction, with a smug face, as if showing off something.

"What is he running up for? I'm here to find out what's going on in the field, so I can plan the next move for Grandpa David, and he's not here to make trouble, right?" Zeus was a little anxious, he wanted to shout at George, but he knew that he couldn't hear it at all, because they were so far away.

George twisted his fat ass and walked back and forth, as if looking for something—in fact, he was looking for a comfortable place to sit and watch the excitement. But suddenly, he was stunned, and Zeus saw him standing there and his eyes widened and widened, as if he had seen something very outrageous.

Then he leaned forward again, and the expression of surprise on his face was even more astonished. At last, Zeus watched as he took a short leg forward, and then he planted it - there must have been a deep hole there, probably left by some of the previous rats, and now that George had accidentally fallen down, he didn't know where he would end up.

"Anyway, I can't get out of the gladiatorial arena, it's all on my territory, and it should be fine!" Zeus thought, but he didn't worry too much. "It's just that in my plan, there is still a place for him to contribute! Where am I going to find him in a while?"

Our little mouse looked down for a moment, and then began to step back cautiously little by little, for he could not stand it any longer, and was anxious to retreat, but his hands and feet did not dare to slow down, and now the whole field was shaking so badly that if he did not control it all at once, he would fall down in a panic - even if he did not fall to pieces, the galloping hooves and galloping wheels would have completely crushed him!

"Aha, look what I found? a raw meat skewer with spices on it!" a hoarse voice suddenly exploded in Zeus's ears - if it was just hoarse, how to describe it? Like a blade scraping against a smooth mirror, the sound that makes your hair stand on end is terrifying!

Our little mouse's whole energy was focused on the hands and feet that had to be coordinated, and his head was so distracted by the loud noise below that he didn't know much about it, so it didn't matter, he only had time to let out an "ah" scream, and then he tilted his body and fell down the metal pole with his head down.