In the stunned eyes of those around him, Kratos just stepped on the chest of the Macedonian slave, who seemed to be pressed by the sacred mountain of Olympus, unable to move no matter how much he struggled, and whenever he tried to attack the foot on his chest with both hands, Kratos would jerk his leg up, and then stomp on it again. The big feet wrapped in straw sandals make a dull sound that makes the scalp tingle when they step on the white flesh.

After trampling on three feet in a row, even the Macedonian slave with the strength of a beast was finally exhausted, and he fell to the ground weakly, because his chest was suppressed and it was difficult to breathe, and his pale face gushed out an abnormal purple red.

Kratos pressed his toes against the Macedonian slave's torso, kicked him into front of Fries, and slowly walked towards him with a stunned expression.

Seeing Kratos's actions, Fries was also taken aback, and said nervously: "What do you, you savage Spartan, want to do!"

At this time, Kratos's name was a familiar name among the high-ranking nobles of Tellian City.

Killed the Cretan bull with one punch...... Fight a two-headed dog with bare hands and cut off its head...... Challenge the Great Prince, who has the strength of a hundred enemies...... After angering the Phoenix Princess, she can still save her life...... Any one of these achievements was enough to make Fries fear in his heart that this daring barbarian would tear himself apart on the spot in full view.

Kratos walked up to Fries, staring at him without blinking, until the other man was trembling in horror and almost collapsed to the ground, then turning his gaze to Fries's bald head, which was tufted with sparse hair and couldn't be covered by hard work.

"The gods are above, I actually saw the Mediterranean Sea on the head of a human being, this is an existence that even the gods would be jealous of! I bet 1 taran with silver coins, even the entire Peloponnese will not find a second bald man like you. ”

Kratos even said the last two words in an emphatic tone, and the people around him were stunned when they heard it, while Fries was trembling all over, as if he was holding back something A face gradually changed from red to purple.

Kratos looked Fries up and down, left and right, in amazement, and even poked his fingers a few times on it, making a sizzling sound.

The strange thing is that from the beginning to the end, Fries did not move, but his body trembled slightly, as if he was so frightened that he couldn't move at all.

His master did not give orders, and the attendants beside Fries did not dare to act rashly, so he could only watch as the Spartan, who had strange tattoos on even half of his face, browsed over the head of his master, which he regarded as a forbidden place, before leading his companion to swagger away.

It didn't take long for the name of the Mediterranean, the birthplace of great civilizations, to be quietly given another meaning and spread at a rapid pace, along with the Fries of the Junius family...... Legend has it that it was a man who even the gods were jealous of and owned the "Mediterranean......

Kratos did not leave immediately after buying dozens of prisoners of war, but bought a much larger number of ordinary slaves in the slave market, children between the ages of 7 and 12.

"Master Kratos, if you need servants to wait for you to buy so many slaves, I think you can consider young women......" Assas couldn't help but suggest when he saw his master's sworn brother buying slaves so squanderingly, but as soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and subconsciously glanced at Pandora beside him, whose face was hidden under the cloak, and quickly added: " Of course, this is because Master Kratos's force is not comparable to these prisoners of war at all, and if he is acting as a guard, it is better to choose a more obedient and obedient slave. ”

Kratos didn't care about Assas's thoughts, and after giving a final account of the slave transfer, he pulled Assas closer to him and whispered a few words.

Assas was slightly stunned, but did not ask any doubts, but immediately turned to carry out Kratos's instructions.

Seeing so many slaves being sent home, Arthur Evans tentatively asked, "Kratos, we must have some gold left over after buying these slaves......

Kratos affirmed, without hesitation, "Yes, there's about half left." ”

Arthur Evans breathed a sigh of relief, but Kratos's words made him almost out of breath, becoming the first Mycenaean prince in history to choke to death in the air.

"Later, I bought some more things, and now there is not much left, probably ......" Kratos said and took out a refined pocket, which was the money bag that Arthur Evans used to hold gold before.

Seeing the money bag he had been longing for for a long time, Arthur Evans' eyes couldn't help but light up, but when the strange weight came from his hand, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then quickly ripped open the money bag.

When he saw that there were only bits and pieces of gold and silver left, the expression on Arthur Evans' face was instantly glazed, as if he was still wondering why his 1,200 mina gold was only three or two pitiful gold and silver coins left in the blink of an eye.

Regardless of the Mycenaean prince who was still in a daze, Kratos walked into the martial arts arena, which was not spacious in the first place, and the slightly humble martial arts arena was already full of people at this time.

More than two dozen prisoners of war were shackled around their necks, and their hands and feet and shackles were tied and strung together with tough ropes, and behind them were more than a hundred teenagers between the ages of seven and 12.

These teenagers are hungry and thin, dressed in rags, with stiff expressions on their faces that do not match their age, sluggish and dazed, and completely devoid of the innocence and hope that teenagers should have.

When Kratos approached, the slaves couldn't help but look at the Spartan with strange tattoos.

Although the selection had already been carried out in the slave market, Kratos watched silently for a while before finally focusing on the ropes and wooden shackles on the slaves.

Kratos grabbed Arthur Evans, who was still in a daze, pushed him in front of the slaves, and then said loudly, "Do you know who he is?" ”

Not only the slaves, but even Arthur Evans looked at Kratos with a puzzled expression, but Kratos didn't wait for them to answer, and immediately said, his tone was categorically shocking: "He is Arthur Evans, the future ruler of Mycenae, the king of your lifelong loyalty." ”

At this time, all the slaves, including the prisoners of war, couldn't help but have a look of shock on their faces, maybe they hadn't heard the name of Arthur Evans, but they also knew that Mycenae was the most powerful country on the continent, and this seemingly inconspicuous man was actually the future king of Mycenae?

While all the slaves were still looking at Arthur Evans thoughtfully or unmoved, Kratos walked straight up to one of the current POWs and said condescendingly, "Tell me what your wishes are." ”

The prisoner of war didn't seem to react, just raised his head in a daze, and was suddenly awakened when he saw the strange black gas flashing in Kratos's eyes, and the hesitation on his face lasted for a while before he was resolutely replaced, and then raised his head again and said in an angry voice: "I want to go back to my family!"

Kratos didn't say anything, then walked over to the next person and asked the same question.

Not only the prisoners of war, but also the young teenagers were randomly questioned by him, and when the last teenager nervously said that he wanted to have enough to eat, Kratos finally stopped his strange questioning and stood in front of all the slaves again.

"I command you to answer me out loud!" Kratos exclaimed, "Can a civilian grant your wishes?" ”

In the Peloponnese, the ownership of slaves was recognized by the laws of all nations, and the master had the right to deprive the slave of his life and all property at will, and the master's word was as sacred and irresistible as the king's command.

Although they did not understand the meaning of Kratos's words, all the slaves replied in a ragged manner, "No." ”

Kratos then asked, "Can an ordinary nobleman grant your wishes?" ”

This time the slaves hesitated for a moment, and most of the teenagers answered in the affirmative affirmative, while the prisoners all answered no.

Kratos looked at the slaves silently for a moment before he continued, "The third prince of Mycenae, Arthur Evans, can your current master grant your wishes?"

It was still the young slaves who were the first to answer in the affirmative, but this time a small number of the teenagers hesitated, and their eyes couldn't help but look at the prisoners of war in the front row, as if waiting for their answer.

Kratos secretly kept the hesitant teenagers in mind before turning his gaze to the POWs.

This time, the answers of the POWs were also divided, with most answering in the affirmative and only two answering in the negative.

In the end, Kratos said in an indifferent tone, but almost word for word: "If it is the king of Mycenae, then can you fulfill the wishes of all of you?"

This time, almost all the slaves answered in the affirmative in unison, and after the first few questions and answers, the final answer seemed quite neat.

Kratos slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, they opened suddenly, and the moment they opened, all the slaves felt trembling all over their bodies, and the prisoners of war who had experienced life and death were trembling all over, and it was almost difficult to maintain the strength to stand.

Kratos's sudden change frightened all the slaves, and they felt that instead of a human, they felt that they were standing in front of them, but a terrifying beast that was baring its fangs at them, and there was absolutely no room for resistance themselves.

In the horror of the slaves' eyes, they saw a majestic phantasm of the beast rising slowly from behind the Spartan, first vaguely distorted, and finally the Nephian Lion so real that everyone despaired.

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