Aetius didn't take the mother and son seriously, he turned his back to the Emperor and His Majesty the Regent, looking at Arecio, meeting his dodgy gaze.

The whole scene was so embarrassing that the host didn't announce the end of the performance at all. The body of the reaper lay in a pool of blood, to be eaten by the wolf. There are already many women in the audience who are in a coma, and I don't know if it's because of sadness or fear.

Plasettia quickly realized her child's rudeness, and she hurriedly got up, walked over and grabbed Valentinian III, who was still laughing maniacally, and dragged him out of the audience.

His Majesty the Emperor and the Queen Regent went in a hurry, which also relieved the host who was in an embarrassing situation.

"Collect the corpse! Collect the corpse! ”

At the beckoning of the host, I saw the four lobbyists on the podium hurriedly retreat, replaced by archers in brass scale armor shining with golden light, they were tall and tall, with slender legs, specially designed for such a solemn occasion. They wore helmets of the same brass, and their red robes. It was the costume known as the toga, which was originally a symbol of the Roman aristocracy, and the women of the same ** would also be required to wear it, which was a mark and an insult. However, after the second century AD, Toga's status gradually declined. The red Toga and the yellow armor decorated the archers like Apollo, the god of the sun. I saw them stretch out their bows and arrows, and without a password, they rounded the bows and arrows in their hands together, aiming them at the two wild wolves who were still tearing at Younis's corpse.

"Kill them, kill these two animals!"

Seeing that the archers were ready, the once confused and lost spectators seemed to have found their way, and they stood up excitedly, pointing at the two wild wolves and shouting to the archers, for fear that the archers would miss.

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot the !! ”

A soldier who looked like an officer, he was wearing golden scale armor, a red cloak on his back, and a horned helmet decorated with red horses, pointing at the two wild wolves, and commanding loudly.

"Click......"

The four archers let go at the same time, and the off-string arrow "swished" towards the two wild wolves who were still feasting on the ground. The hungry wolf paid no attention to the roar of the spectators and the death that fell from the sky, and almost at the same moment as the archers released their arrows, the two wolves fell with a scream of two arrows each.

Then, a dozen heavily armed soldiers trotted out, and under the watchful eyes of the spectators who stood up and watched, they reached the center of the gladiatorial arena where the four corpses were already lying, and they carried the three dead wolves away with a clear division of labor, revealing the body of Younis below.

Younis must have walked peacefully, his whole stomach was emptied by the hungry wolf, his intestines were scattered all over the ground, and something as delicious as his heart and liver had long since entered the wolf's stomach. It can be said that these two well-fed wolves died under the arrows of archers like sun gods, and they did not suffer at all.

Looking at the embarrassed Younis, he was so beautiful in his life, and he won the hearts of many girls, but he died in the gladiatorial arena without any dignity. In front of the women who once loved him, he was torn to the ground and had no skin.

He is great to his audience, but to the rulers and the presenters of the show, he is nothing more than a clown in Dinaris to earn people's eyeballs and moneybags.

The two soldiers brought a piece of coarse cloth, wrapped Younis's body in it, lifted it and ran quickly towards the exit. God knows what they're going to do with the poor guy, but he's now seriously affecting the timing of the rest of the show. This is the fate of gladiators, born to entertain the public, and to die is to be hastily disposed of.

"He's still dead like this, poor man." Aetius smiled, and then looked down at Younis, who was in the bag. This was the only time he had taken a look at Younis, the poor gladiator, in his entire performance, and then at Arecio, who was really overturned in his heart now, and all the mixed tastes were gathered in his heart. After all, he liked this muscular gladiator who liked to show off his skills in fighting beasts in front of an audience. But this time, not only did he not watch his performance properly, but he was also ruined by this annoying Aetius, but the most regrettable thing is that this is the last time he will see Eunice's performance. Who knew that this Aetius actually continued to ask him heartlessly: "Aren't you a little uncomfortable, or sad, when this guy dies?" ”

"Sad? Why be sad! Arecio quickly restrained the gloom on his face, which was quickly replaced by disdain and sneer, unwilling to let Aetius see his fragile side. Because as a politician he tried his best to hide his weakness from his enemies or others, he feared that Aetius would use it as a weapon to blackmail him and tie his hands and feet. "He's just a scumbag who only uses his tricks and useless muscles to deceive the heart and body of an ignorant woman." Arecio used extremely insulting words to describe Younis, and he did not forget to peek into Aetius's eyes, carefully observe the changes in his expression, and wonder if he would begin to be suspicious and waver because of his performance at this time.

But Aetius still kept his original smile, and looked at him motionlessly, and the more he looked at him, the more weak he became, and Arecius simply turned his head away from him.

"Oh, our poor Younis, may God be able to give his soul rest in his kingdom." At this time, the belated host came to the stage and said in a sad tone, but his expression looked painful and sad, but there was not a single tear in his eyes.

"All right, citizens of Rome, let him pass!" As soon as the tone changed, the host's tone immediately became the same as at the beginning, "The good times are now, we have no reason to waste this little time, so let's welcome the next warrior!" The short grief was instantly washed away by new cheers, and the Romans were forgetful, at least for these gladiators.

"Have you figured it out?" Aetius asked Arecius again.

"What do you want me to do?" Arecio seemed to have given in, and he didn't know how to turn back to this extremely dangerous barbarian with a heavy army.

"Good!" Aetius smiled even brighter, he stepped forward and patted Arecio on the shoulder, and said to him, "Beniface will definitely come back here to regain his dignity, I hope you will know which side to be on when the time comes!" ”