Kratos's tattoos seemed to come to life against the backdrop of the phantom of the beast, and those who stood close could faintly hear the painful wails of countless dead, only to wake up in a moment and find themselves covered in sweat, as if they were weak after a serious illness.

I don't know how long it took for Kratos's voice to finally sound slowly, but at this time it sounded low and hoarse, and there seemed to be some pain in his slightly trembling voice.

"Give your loyalty and faith, and I will give you strength...... The power to protect your family, the power to survive, the power to be free, the power to feed forever...... From now on, Arthur Evans will be your eternal master, and kingship will be glory, and you will be the stairway to Mycenae for Arthur Evans in glory!"

After saying that, Kratos clenched his fists suddenly, and the muscles in his body trembled violently hundreds of times at this moment, and he fell hard with a punch to the ground, only to hear a loud bang, and everyone staggered and shook because of the vibration from the ground.

In their eyes of disbelief, the ground of the martial arts arena actually burst into a huge crater, and the hard masonry on the surface turned into cyan powder, floating in the air along with the dirt and dust.

Kratos, the strongest special forces soldier known as the "Hades" in his previous life, and has directly or indirectly taught countless soldiers, is naturally well versed in the way of controlling people, and the radish clip stick is a tried and tested method.

Seeing the awe and submission in the eyes of these slaves, Kratos knew that he had succeeded in temporarily gaining their obedience, and that he would need to show more of his own strength if he wanted to gain the latter's eternal loyalty.

In Kratos' view, there is no eternal loyalty in the world, and there is no betrayal for no reason. As long as you stay strong and always stand at the top of the strongest, then no one will willingly give everything to yourself.

Kratos then divided the slaves, and all the prisoners of war were unchained and placed under his direct jurisdiction as the guards of the Three Princes.

The 100-year-old slaves were given clean clothes and plenty of food for the time being.

When all this was arranged, Kratos put Assas in charge of taking all the slaves, but strangely left one of the prisoners alone, with his hair disheveled and rather emaciated.

Kratos deliberately paced and walked around the slave without saying a word, but the latter kept his head down, and although his face was not visible because of his stray hair, his body trembled slightly.

As if unable to withstand Kratos' gaze, the POW slave trembled and said, "Great, great...... What do you command? ”

Kratos stopped teasing the other party and said directly: "Mr. Thief...... Or should I call you Kohler the Great Escapee, when did you switch to slavery?"

The POW's body shuddered, and then he immediately looked up at Kratos, a face full of disbelief beneath his stray hair.

"Who are you?"

Kratos narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a light tone, "Maybe my fists will help you evoke memories more than my appearance, Kohler the Escapee." ”

"Are you...... You're the Spartan!"

At this time, Kratos's appearance has changed drastically compared to before, starting from his face, half of his body is covered with dark red weird tattoos, and his original black and messy hair has also been shaved close, leaving only a shiny bald head.

But after Kratos's reminder, Kohler immediately remembers that the powerful barbarian in front of him is the Spartan who once spied on his own theft and forcibly took away his filthy slur.

The old grievances instantly surfaced in Kohler's heart at this moment, and just when he secretly sneered, wanting to teach this unknown Spartan some lesson, the other party's next words made him can't help but be surprised with his eyes.

"I'm sorry Mr. Thief, but I seem to have sabotaged your plans once again. You are ready to disguise yourself as a slave and enter the mansion of a nobleman or a wealthy merchant, and then commit theft in a grand manner. ”

Regardless of Kohler's surprised expression, Kratos continued: "If my guess is correct, you should have been thinking about revenge on me just now, but I'm sorry to tell you that our third prince is notoriously poor, and all his wealth has been spent on you just now. ”

Kohler's expression of surprise could not be calmed down for a long time, and he did not know whether he was surprised that his mind was guessed, or surprised by the other party's obvious disobedience to the iron law of the Spartans who had more muscles than brains.

Kratos also restrained his mocking tone, and suddenly said seriously: "I already recognized your identity when I was in the slave market, but you don't have to worry too much, I don't have any interest in catching thieves." ”

"Spartan, tell your purpose. Your arrogant threats are useless, and there is no cage in the world that can stop the footsteps of the great escapee, Kohler. ”

Kratos didn't speak, and threw the bag that Assas had prepared in advance in front of Kohler, and the small bag hit the ground with a heavy muffled sound.

"This is the most delicate stone lock in Tylian City, and if you can open it in ten breaths, I'll let you leave here with the same weight of gold as your body. ”

A glint flashed in Kohler's eyes, and he cautiously lifted the cloth bag, and after seeing that it was indeed just a stone lock, he raised his head and asked cautiously, "What if I can't open it." ”

"If you can't open it, get out of here, we three princes don't need incompetent waste. ”

Kohler, the escapee who had a reputation for being able to enter and leave the royal palace with ease, would be called an incompetent waste, and even Kohler couldn't help but feel exhausted at this time.

"Good Spartan, I want your promise to be as strong as your body. ”

After finishing speaking, Kohler stopped talking nonsense, and with a touch of his wrist, he took out a small copper pillar with a special appearance from the place in his hand, and then picked up the stone lock and began to try to use the ability he was proud of to open the lock.

A fine layer of sweat gradually appeared on Kohler's forehead, and finally when the sweat condensed into beads of sweat, a soft "click" sound was heard, and the originally closed stone lock suddenly popped open, and a satisfied expression appeared on Kohler's face.

But then an indifferent voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Fourteen breaths, it seems that the name of Kohler the Escapee is as different from the actual ability of the Eurotas River as the difference between the Orotas. ”

Legend has it that the source of the Eurotas River is at the top of the sacred mountain of Olympus, and at the foot of the mountain it forms a river that runs through the Peloponnese and finally into the great Aegean Sea.

Khloe was enraged at first, but calmed down after just one breath, a disdainful sneer on his face.

"Hmph, stupid Spartan, ignorance is your real incompetence, a lock that Kohler cannot open, and no mortal in this world can open. ”

Kratos' eyes flashed with a strange look in an instant, and he immediately said: "Very good, it seems that your ignorance is also part of your incompetence, what if someone can open this stone lock in ten breaths." ”

Without hesitation, Kohler said, "I will swear by my soul that I will serve him as a sage of lifelong service." ”

The sage is right

Although Khloe was hot-headed by Kratos's language at this time, he was confident that no one in the world was better than him in stealing and picking locks, so he did not hesitate to make an oath.

"Kratos, when did your sexuality change, and such a thin slave beware of being directly broken by you. ”

The third prince, who happened to return, saw a ragged slave kneeling at the feet of his Spartan brother, with a dull expression, as if he had just experienced some unbearable blow.

In Arthur Evans' meaningful eyes, Kratos leaned over to the slave and whispered a few words, the latter's expression changed instantly, and his eyes flickered as if he had finally given in after a struggle between heaven and man.

When the slave hung his head and staggered away, Arthur Evans remembered his purpose and quickly grabbed Kratos with a nervous expression to tell him what he had just heard.

The next day, just when everyone thought that the third prince was about to show his ambition to procure slaves on a large scale, he suddenly made a extravagant move of spending money.

The residence of the third prince, Arthur Evans, is located in the inner area of the center of the city of Tyrian, where all the houses can be inhabited by the rich and powerful, and it is the safe and clean place of the city after the royal palace.

It seems that because of a sudden windfall, the third prince disliked that his mansion was not luxurious enough, and bought all the area behind his mansion.

It is not known what method was used, but it is known that it was the property of a nobleman named Thales, whose wife's father was one of the members of the parliament and also had a significant position in the kingdom of Mycenae.

When Arthur Evans entered his new home, he really realized that his third prince was indeed worthless in Mycenae, and that his former residence was as simple as a slum compared to the mansion of this nobleman.

The columns carved with the brilliance of the gods are arranged in a golden ratio to support a majestic mansion, and although all the furniture and decoration have been removed, you can still feel the grandeur of the past.

What's even more laughable is that after the third prince moved into his new home, he immediately found someone to bulldoze the former residence, and at the same time found a large number of poor people and slaves in the slums, and began to build in the ruins.

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