Qi Wuce did not choose to ask Abius to confirm his speculation, because such a move would only make the other party suspicious, and unless he could bring enough benefits to Abius, there was only one fate waiting for him - to be sold as a slave.

Unfortunately, for the time being, he is unable to bring any real benefit to Abius, and the injuries inflicted on him by Elquit have left him with a reckless man who eats on the flesh for a long time.

Of course, if he has enough resources, relying on external resources is not impossible to drive magic, but it's a pity that he is still a poor prisoner.

Ancient Rome, slaves, and strong men, what could be more than the name of the gladiator who was famous in history?

Qi Wuce subconsciously ruled out his natural advantage as a little white face, and he preferred to stay in the gloomy cell of the gladiatorial arena rather than being sold to please the Roman nobles with strange fetishes.

The Colosseum in ancient Rome is famous in history, and now it coincides with the glory days of the Colosseum, but I also want to see it, and by the way, I also want to experience the life of the smiling boy.

"Well, then, sir, though I am from the country where silk is produced, I apologize to you, but I am not able to bring you any real benefit, and as you can see, I am now but a prisoner of the rank of a wanderer in a foreign land."

The words fell, and the fire of greed in Abius's eyes outside the cage was instantly extinguished, and Qi Wuce's basin of cold water woke him up with his dream of making a fortune.

Don't look at the upper class of the Roman Empire who lived in the Roman Empire with a mane and helmet, thinking that he didn't need money, in Rome, there was no nobleman who didn't want his wealth to become more, Rome did not have a fixed royal family, as long as there was money and power, any big family in Rome could become a royal family.

"Hmph...... There's always going to be some oil, and a guy like you might be a good choice to sell to those ladies. The naked humiliation was undisguised in the words, and the nobles of Rome did not have any kind regard for a stranger who could not bring them any benefit.

Qi Wuce was noncommittal, whether he was sold to a noblewoman, thrown into the Colosseum, if Abius insisted on doing this, it would be inevitable for him who was now poor and white, rather than barking like a stupid dog and being beaten badly, it was better to be a silent wolf waiting for the opportunity to gnaw on his flesh.

But well...... That being said, it was clear that Abius's side had not yet reached the point where he was determined to sell him to a noblewoman and humiliate him, and he only had to speak a little more to sway Abbius's thoughts.

Half an hour later. After Qi Wuce's painstaking deception, Abhius promised that after Qi Wuce returned to Rome, he would put Qi Wuce in the Colosseum as a gladiator under his personal name as Abius Cornelius Niger, and the demand was that Qi Wuce must bring him enough victories in the Colosseum.

In short, Qi Wuce's goal of entering the Colosseum in ancient Rome to experience life has been achieved, and as for agreeing to Abius's request to win in the Colosseum, Qi Wuce's request is completely trivial to Qi Wuce.

As the army marched toward Rome, Qi Wuce, who was in his cage, fell back into sleep, sleep allowed him to recover from his injuries more quickly.

When he opened his eyes again, there was already a lively Roman market outside the prison, and he did not comment on the living standards of the ordinary people of Rome, and the living standards of the Roman people naturally could not be compared with the Shadow Country and Uruk, which he had participated in governing.

After all, the governance of those two countries was participated in by a person like him, but in terms of the productivity of the world, Rome today is a very good country on the whole.

Not far away, the tall circular Colosseum appeared in Qi Wuce's field of vision, thinking that when he controlled Ezio, he came and went freely in this place, and now he still has some nostalgia.

Abius led the team to escort Qi Wuce's prisoner cart to an entrance to the Colosseum, where the team stopped.

The centurion with the mane helmet beside Abius stepped forward, and after a few words of conversation with the soldier guarding the door, one of the gatekeepers left in a hurry, apparently to pass a message to the upper echelons of the Colosseum.

After a few more moments, a middle-aged man in a crimson toga robe came to the door.

Abius greeted him, and in Qi Wuce's eyes, the two had a very pleasant conversation, if nothing else, the two should be friends or partners in interests.

In short, whether it is a friend or a partner in terms of interests, these have nothing to do with Qi Wuce, an idle person, as long as he can take care of his injuries with peace of mind.

Closing his eyes and feeling the movement of the prisoner cart, the light that had been sprinkled through the cracks in the cage disappeared without a trace, and now stepped into the darkness.

Decay, gloom, despair, and the like filled Qi Wuce's eyes and ears, a group of people who had lost everything, who were left with nothing more than an endless battle that could not be ended until death, and whose value was to please all the Roman citizens sitting in the stands.

O all evil slavery! Qi Wuce sighed so in his heart, but Qi Wuce only stopped at sighing about this evil system, just like people lamenting the degeneration and decay of capitalism while competing with others for the place of capitalists.

All kinds of evil or something, it's just a complaint and a little complaint, after all, people still rely on material things to live a more nourishing life.

The muffled roar of the beasts that rang in his ears from time to time made Qi Wuce notice that the slaves and beasts of the Colosseum were imprisoned on the same floor of cells.

Perhaps it was a Roman high-ranking man who felt that putting the beast and the slave together in a cage could exercise the courage of the slave and stimulate the ferocity of the beast, so there was such a scene.

However, I have to say that if that Roman high-ranking person really thinks so, then that Roman high-ranking person is really a smart person, and judging from what Qi Wuce observed, everything in the cell is just like the above.

Even though they were only separated by an iron fence from the ferocious jackals, tigers and leopards, there was no fear on the faces of the slaves, perhaps they were used to such a life.

The prisoner cart was opened, and Qi Wuce dragged the chains on his body into the VIP cell in a single room under the watchful eyes of many Roman soldiers, which was much better than other cells with beds and buckets.

Huh...... How to say it, it is estimated that Abius said hello in advance, anyway, it is not uncommon for a high-ranking officer like Abius to have some connections.

Ignoring the gazes of the soldiers and slaves, Qi Wuru lay straight on the bed and closed his eyes to recuperate with the sound of the cell door closing.