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Again, Zhang Ce flipped a gladiator to the ground, also a slave, the gladiator trembled and begged for mercy, Zhang Ce could even see that immature face, full of fear and pleading at the moment, begging himself not to attack him, praying for the gods to help him.

However, in the audience, the plebeians and nobles of Rome did not seem to want the gladiator to live. Because his performance was so bad just now, he was knocked to the ground by Zhang Ce with three strokes and five divisions, such an unexciting game is the most unwilling for the audience to see, and it is also the most intolerable, so the sound wave overshadowed the wave, and almost all the audience wanted Zhang Ce to stab this defeated gladiator to death immediately, immediately......

"I'm sorry, brother."

In front of him, the defeated gladiator was already kneeling on the ground, Zhang Ce endured it, even if there were a thousand reluctances, but he still had to attack this boy.

The gladiator's dagger was aimed at the boy's throat before stabbing down.

In the next second, blood gushed out from the broken artery like a fountain, splashing Zhang Ce's face. This is not the first time Zhang Ce has killed a gladiator, but as a traverser, such a picture is still too cruel.

Wish?

It was an ethereal thing, freedom and glory from the arena, that was a deceptive trick, and for hundreds of years, there were very few people who could achieve glory and freedom in the arena, except for that Spartacus. But Zhang Ce thought about it, he was not a legend after all, and that kind of dream was too far away.

"Well behaved, kid."

When he came down from the arena, Zhang Ce, who was covered in blood, was warmly embraced by his companions again. There is no mercy and sympathy in the world of gladiators, as long as you kill the enemy and gain glory, this is the capital and pride of your survival. Blood mixed with sweat, this is the place where gladiators die, and where nobles and commoners get pleasure and entertainment.

Portilla is Graeus's wife, well, it's more appropriate to say that a wife. The Romans actually attached more importance to their wives, although there could be many lovers, but there was only one wife, and they had a certain amount of power.

Portilla, like all Roman ladies, was numb to money and didn't care. And there is an extraordinary fascination with men, especially warriors who kill enemies in the arena.

"Aduneus, you performed heroically today."

Returning to the master's gladiator academy, the hostess Portilla stopped Aduneus, who was being escorted to the cage by the guards, that is, Zhang Ce.

For a moment, Zhang Ce felt that this atmosphere was not quite right, and from the eyes of the hostess of this mansion in the past few days, there was not only appreciation but another layer of terrible things lurking in it. As for what it is, Zhang Ce can't see it now, after all, the minds of nobles are always more difficult to guess than commoners. Their cities were always much deeper than slaves, with the exception of Spartacus, of course.

"Thank you, hostess."

Zhang Ce naturally responded that it has been two months since he crossed into this world, and he should get used to many things. Especially this is the most basic etiquette.

"Stand down."

Portilla looked at Zhang Ce, and then lightly ordered the guards to retreat first, but the guards were obviously confused......

"But, hostess?"

The guard in charge of escorting Zhang Ce was silent, and Graeus gave him the order to guard this naughty slave, if Aduneus and others did anything unfavorable to the mistress, then the guard would not be able to eat and walk around. For the sake of his head and rations, the captain of the guards was not willing to leave Zhang Ce.

"Can't you hear me?"

Portilla roared menacingly. At this time, the two city guards retreated tremblingly, and while retreating, they did not forget to stare at the gladiator and the nervous hostess in front of them.

"Aduneus, you must be eighteen years old this year, aren't you?"

Portilla stroked his long hair, the black hair like a waterfall exuded a strong fragrance, Zhang Ce was almost suffocated for the first time, but there was no way, the other party was a slave owner, he was a slave, no matter how much he couldn't bear it, he had to endure it. It is better to smell unbearably than to add a leather whip.

"Mistress, it should be nineteen."

Zhang Ce stood in front of this Roman aristocratic woman and returned very respectfully. Portilla, on the other hand, showed a strange smile, spices, silk cloth, what a luxury in ancient Roman society, you know, these things are all from distant India and China, in that era when transportation was not developed, and there were many pirates and bandits, ten tons of luxury goods arrived in the port of Rome may be only one ton, so the price of these things is sometimes better than gold, and this hostess is covered with such things, which shows how rich the male owner of this gladiator academy is.

And once people are rich, they want to have fun. Roman women are very open, Zhang Ce is very clear about this, so the Roman lady in front of her is not trying to find herself?

A terrible thought arose, Zhang Ce was even a little soft-footed, if it was a bloody battle in the arena, it was a contest between men, making Zhang Ce change from a waste otaku to a bloody man, then this Roman lady in front of him would become Zhang Ce's nightmare......

"Nineteen? It's not small. ”

Portilla said, walking closer to Zhang Ce. At this time, the two guards who had just stood by the gladiator's side had already walked away, and here, in the courtyard, there was no one else except Portilla and Zhang Ce.

At this distance, Zhang Ce even touched the soft skin of this Roman noblewoman. But compared to holding my sister's hand in college, now, this feeling is too bad, because the Roman woman in front of me is at least forty years old, and she can almost be a, plus ancient women are not as good as modern women no matter how much they are maintained, so it feels terrible to be molested by a noble woman who can be a mother at an age.

"Dear hostess, if it's okay, I'll go back to the prison first."

Enduring the smell of perfume, Zhang Ce took a step back and opened up the distance between him and Portilla, which was just enough to speak head-on, but not too close and uncomfortable.

"Come back!"

When the older lady saw that her gladiator dared to avoid her so arrogantly, she was furious, raised her spotted right hands, and pulled Adunius in front of her. When there was no one around, she directly covered the lips of Xiao Xianrou Zhang Ce with her fiery red lips.

Phew!

At this moment, Zhang Ce felt unprecedented nausea.

But a slave is a slave after all, there is no way to resist at all, push this old woman away, I don't know what kind of torture I will have in the future, but if I don't push away, this is really disgusting, and it feels like being robbed of my first kiss by a woman who is old enough to be her mother......