"Everybody loves Sisnate, the women scream for him, the men cheer for him, that guy is a legend in the end, I remember the curtain call at the end, the Victor Arena was packed, tickets were hard to find, his name was floating all over Rome, and he appeared in the middle of the crowd, his blonde hair fluttering, like the incarnation of Mars, the god of war, with one enemy and six, with every sword, an enemy fell, and the rest of the opponents could only tremble under his majesty......" Makruz couldn't help but dance when he was excited.

The head of the school had to remind the middle-aged Roman who was immersed in fond memories, "But my master, no matter how great a hero is, there is a day when he will grow old, and Sisnatus is no exception, I do not deny that he was indeed an extremely good gladiator in his youth, and even ...... Arguably the best gladiator in Rome, but after he became famous, the wine began to hollow out his body, and we arranged too many battles for him in order to sell tickets, beyond the recovery speed of his body, and his strength declined very much as he got older, and there was nothing wrong with the first two championships, but for the third championship, we did do some tricks and feet in the battle arrangement, and the final curtain call, we all knew that those six opponents were just in name......"

"That's enough." Makruz dissatisfied, "Damn, of course I know what the truth looks like, I don't need you to remind me, remember your identity, Gabi!" ”

"I'm sorry, my master." The head of the school immediately fell to his knees.

"I don't care what the real strength of Sisnatus is, as long as he can make money for me, since Sisnatus retired, my business is not as good as before, we are not the only gladiator school in the city, Isaiah, that old bastard wants to ride on my neck in his dreams, I heard that he bought a very powerful Thracian out of nowhere, that guy has won eleven or twelve games in a row, and now those ladies and ladies have run to see that stinky Thracian, we need to find a way to reverse the disadvantage." Mark Ruz said.

"I'll do my best."

"No, no, that's not the answer I want, I repeat," Makruz said almost word for word, "I need the next Sisnatius!" Now is it! I don't care what means you use, whether it's training or magic, to make this damn Germanic man the next Sisnatis. ”

The middle-aged Roman sat down in his chair angrily after saying this, his chest rising and falling, and he looked a little annoyed that he didn't get the answer he wanted.

The two slave girls next to him, one rubbed his chest, and the other poured him wine, but he waved his hand and threw the wine glass to the ground, and the blood-colored wine syrup splashed out like this, spilling everywhere.

And after being disturbed like this, Mark Rus didn't have any desire to review it anymore, and said to the person in charge of the school, "That's it for today, I've invested in this group of newcomers as you said, this is a lot of money, do you know how I saved up my current net worth, because I never make loss-making trades, so I'll give you 50 days, Gabi, 50 days later, when I ask you the same question again, for your own good, I hope I can get the answer I want." ”

"Yes, my master." The head of the school just knelt on the ground.

And when Makruz got up again with the support of the slave girl and was about to leave, suddenly an unfamiliar voice sounded.

"Uh...... Can you give me some time, master, I have a few words to say to you, and I won't be delayed too long. ”

"Huh?" Makruz turned his head and saw Varro walking out of the crowd, and frowned, "Boy, you'd better have a better reason, because I'm in a bad mood." ”

Varro's scalp tingled when he heard this, of course he knew that Makruz was in a bad mood, but Makruz usually didn't care too much about preparing gladiators, so he would come to see him on the first day of school, and then he would probably have to meet him on the day of the assessment.

"Allow me to introduce myself first." Varro gritted his teeth.

Makruz raised his chin, "Say it." ”

"I'm Varro, an antique dealer from Mule Street......" Varro said with a pause, expecting a look of similar surprise on Makruz's face.

The latter, however, just said nonchalantly, "And then? "I don't seem to have heard of Varro's name.

Varolo was a little disappointed, but quickly collected his mood and continued, "I think your people may have made a mistake when they bought me, I have excellent business talents, especially in the antiques industry, my father is a very famous antique dealer, and I am the same, I just heard you say that you want to make more money, then I think I am exactly what you need, as long as you can invest a sum of money in me, I can use my talents......"

However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Makrus, "Let me ask you a question, Val, if you really make as much money as you claim, why are you standing here?" ”

There was a laugh among the slaves, and Varro's face turned red, "It was an accident, I invested in a business other than antiques, and then my partner unfortunately met a thief, and I had to lose a lot of money. ”

"That's all explained...... Makruz nodded.

"Everything explained?" Varro was puzzled.

"It's nothing, I know your situation, I'll find someone to verify what you said, but before that, focus on what's in front of you and do me a favor and train well, okay, Val?"

"Actually, my name is Varro...... In addition, everyone in Mule Street knows about my affairs, and anyone can ask about it, it's very simple. ”

"Are you teaching me how to do things, Val?" Makruth pulled down his face, rubbed the jade ring with his index finger, and said impatiently.

"No, master." Varro bowed his head.

"Very good, like I said, I already know what you said, someone will notify you when there is a result, do your own thing, just wait patiently." Makruz ignored Varro, and his figure disappeared from the balcony.

It was only then that the kneeling school manager stood up from the ground, and he first looked at Varro, a strange gaze, like a roast suckling pig on a shelf, mixed with a hint of sympathy.

Varro was also a little inexplicable, he felt that although he didn't get the investment immediately from this adventure, he basically got the desired result, if nothing else, his days in the gladiator school had entered the countdown, as long as Makruz was not stupid, he would soon be fished out of here after finding out his identity, and let him do what he was best at, so when he returned to the team, he rushed to Zhang Hengxing, "I succeeded." ”

However, Zhang Heng didn't mean to congratulate him, but said, "If life in the countryside is really as bad as you say, I think you'd better think about taking the next training seriously." "I have 48 hours a day with the latest chapters coming to the URL: