Aetius hurriedly said goodbye, leaving Arecio behind, and he was not in the mood to watch the next show.

"It's just a barbarian who doesn't even have a noble title, and this has bullied my head!"

Angry, he raised his glass and drank the diluted wine from it, then tossed it to the slave who was waiting. The slave looked trembling, which caught Arecio's attention, could it be that he had heard everything on the sidelines that he wasn't supposed to hear? Thinking of this, he has been in politics for a long time, which has given him an inexplicable sense of crisis and ruthlessness. As soon as he saw the trembling slave, a murderous intent secretly appeared in his heart.

"Cut, so what!"

A hint of disdain flashed at the corner of Arecio's mouth, because after all, he was a slave, even if he spread it out and told the truth, why should Arecio himself obey this secret that was not about to be a secret? Thinking of this, he quickly suppressed the terrifying impulse in his heart, and waved his hand at the slave with a gloomy face. The slave did not dare to slack off, and hurried down without hesitation with the empty glass in his hand.

"I guess he's been faithful, at least for now, because it's a dirty deal." Arecio muttered to himself, once again looking at the gladiatorial arena below. It has to be said that in order to earn the money of the citizens, they strive to improve everything that can be improved. No, in just a few words, the blood stains of Younis in the gladiatorial arena were cleaned up, not only the bloodstains, but even the traces left during the fight were cleaned up, and the entire gladiatorial arena was as if nothing had happened, and I couldn't help but give Arecio an illusion, that is, whether Younis had been here or not.

It's a new face, he's looking stronger and younger. Like Younis, he deliberately showed off his strong muscles, and although they didn't have the muscles that would later be fueled by a lot of protein powder, they were strong enough and had a lot of fighting skills to satisfy the audience's discerning gaze.

No one knows how capable this guy is, but it doesn't matter to Arecio anymore, his mood when he watches the show has disappeared since Younis was brutally torn apart, and he has more important things to think about and deal with. I saw him elegantly straighten the robes on his body, and under the fascination of the aristocratic ladies, he led his entourage and left in a hurry.

As the game continued, the grieving spectators were drawn to the new gladiator, and the newcomer was eager to give it a chance to put on one great show after another for the citizens of Rome in his lifetime, and to take the place of the recently dead Younis, but that didn't matter to Arecio anymore.

Walking out of the gladiatorial arena, there were already special slaves waiting for a long time.

"Good day, my lord!" The slave bowed and saluted, showing respect to Arecio. Arecio just nodded slightly, he was deeply impressed by the fact that people were divided into three, six, nine, and other places, and he enjoyed the feeling of being served.

As Arecio approached, the slave did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly knelt down and fell on the ground to make a stool for Arecio. Arecio was accustomed to it, and his right foot skillfully stepped on the slave's back, and his left foot kicked the ground with great force, and he carried it on the horse's back in one go. The accompanying soldiers, along with the slave who had been used as a stool, lined up behind Arecio in two lines and followed Arecio as they slowly made their way back through the streets.

When he came to his house, Arecio found that there was a carriage parked in front of his door, this carriage was so ordinary that Arecio himself did not believe that any nobleman would put down his body to ride in such a carriage. There was no one in the carriage, and the owner of the carriage must have already entered and waited.

"Got guests? Why didn't you notify me? ”

Looking at the carriage again, Arecio's face couldn't help but show a trace of anger, wondering which itchy bastard had put such an unseemly guy into his home? I'd go in to see which daring barbarian had taken me seriously, oh, forgot, and what slave didn't want to live!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, this was still twenty or thirty meters away from his own door, and Arecio couldn't wait to vent his anger in a hurry.

Ignoring the cries of the slaves behind him, and not caring if he would accidentally hurt himself by doing so, what could be more important than regaining his dignity and the glory of his nobility? Arecio rolled over and dismounted, not caring that the thin soles of his shoes hurt his feet, and trotted briskly towards his door.

"Get out of the way!"

The two guards guarding the door still wanted to salute, because there was a "guest" Arecio who still had time to waste on them? Apparently not. Without the guards opening the door, Arecio rushed up and pushed the door open, completely unconcerned about the surprised eyes of the guards behind him.

"Who the hell is it, who the hell is it!"

Arecio felt like he was one step closer to the answer, and he was in a hurry. In the courtyard, apart from the pond where water was usually fetched, there were two slave girls wearing white linen and laughing about getting water, and there were no other figures.

"Okay, I'm getting bolder, I'm going to see what kind of sacredness this is!"

Arecio's head was full of Aetius's face, the man with a heavy army, but not even a Roman! Intentionally or unintentionally, he had been severely humiliated, and now another bastard who could not even sit in a noble carriage was casually coming and going in his house as if no one was around. How could such humiliation not make him angry?

"Cheap beast, come out for me!"

Arecio roared and slammed the door open, and Arecio pounced on it! Unexpectedly, he collided with a guy who was about to go out.

"Damn it!"

Arecio exclaimed, and fell to the ground with the man, and Arecio almost felt the urge to die the moment he fell, and now he lost face in front of the bastard. But he has murderous intentions again, this time it's true, he wants to break this bastard who doesn't have a long eye to pieces!

"Come on! Pull this out! Arecio lost his mind, and he shoved the guy down in front of him again, and jerked up and pointed at the man to beckon the guards behind him.

However, looking back, Aresio was stunned, not because of anything else, but precisely because this "bastard" he knocked down was none other than his old friend, well, strictly his contact with Bniface, whose name was Remitius. Remitius was an old man and a faithful servant of Beniface.

The elderly geothermal Mitius couldn't stand it so well, and lay on the ground, stunned for a long time.

"Yo, it's broken!"

Arecio saw that he had knocked down an acquaintance, how could this work, and hurriedly squatted down to care about his own face, and patted Remitius on the back.

"This guy, why did he appear at this critical moment!" Arecio thought as he patted Remitius on the back.

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