"It seems that those Germanic people are nothing remarkable." After witnessing the previous conflict, Varro seems to have changed his mind.

On the contrary, Zhang Heng has a different opinion on this, "You can't say that." ”

"Huh?"

"In terms of strength, the gladiator side is indeed stronger, but don't forget that those Germans were escorted back from the front line, they traveled all the way, and their bodies and spirits were not in the best condition, and when they arrived here, there were only four or five percent of their strength left, and the gladiator school should have deliberately given them a dismount, although they only brought six gladiators to meet them, and they didn't seem to care about them, but I dare to say that even if these six people are not the best gladiators in the school, they must all be above the average level, in short, These Germanic people have been overshadowed by the school, and after such an incident, they will build up a reverence for the school, and at the same time, they will work harder to wash away the shame of the day in the subsequent training. ”

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he found Varro staring at him blankly.

"How?"

Varro hesitated, and said with some sympathy, "In your Han Empire, the political struggle between nobles must be very cruel, otherwise why can you associate so many things from one thing, just like the senators of the Senate." ”

“…………”

The excitement of the two did not last long, and with the arrival of the Germanic people, the new batch of slaves purchased by the gladiator school had already arrived, so the head of the gladiator school summoned everyone to the training ground.

There were about forty or fifty people in total, and in addition to the six Germans, there were Gauls, Parthians, Sami people, and Zhang Heng, a Han Chinese from the Far East, some of whom were prisoners of war, some of whom were slaves, and some of whom were commoners who had volunteered to become gladiators and who had fallen into Roman petty aristocrats.

Everyone stood together in a mess, talking to each other, and the expressions on everyone's faces were very different.

Zhang Heng noticed a look of excitement on Varro's face, because today was the day when their group of preparatory gladiators started school, and according to the usual practice, the master of the gladiator school would definitely appear.

Then Varro will be able to sell his business skills to the other party, and if all goes well, he will not need to stay here any longer, he can go back to the streets and breathe the air of freedom, of course, his freedom is only limited, but it is much better than becoming a gladiator in the arena and fighting bloody, or going to the countryside to farm and mine.

Varro also glanced at Zhang Heng beside him, the latter's face did not show any fear or apprehension, but showed a look of interest, just like a visit, Varro also had to secretly admire in his heart that this young nobleman of the Han Empire was really big-hearted.

Finally, when everyone was a little impatient standing under the scorching sun, the main lord finally appeared.

It was a middle-aged Roman who looked a little rich, wearing a short-sleeved long coat that was most common on the streets of Rome, a blanket-like cloak draped over his shoulders, of varying lengths from left to right, the left section passed under his arm, wrapped around his chest and neck, and then tucked into his waist, one of his hands dragging a piece of fabric, and the other hand was empty, and a jade ring on it was very conspicuous.

Zhang Heng knew from Varro that this most distinctive Roman robe could not be worn by anyone, and slaves, foreigners, including emancipated slaves, could only wear the inner robe, and could not casually wear the outer cloak.

Beside the middle-aged Roman were two young slave girls, one carefully supporting him, the other behind him holding a sun-shaded cloth cover, and the three of them appeared directly on the second-floor balcony of the building directly in front of the training ground.

The trainer waved the whip in his hand, and the people on the training ground finally quieted down a little, and then the head of the school bowed to the middle-aged Roman, "Master, everyone is here." ”

"Let's get started." It was obviously not the first time that the middle-aged Roman had done such a thing, nodded and sat down on a chair in the center of the balcony, looking down on the beings at his feet as if he were an emperor sitting on a throne.

His name was Makrus, and he ran the second largest gladiator school in Rome, with over 400 gladiators, and the arena outside, the theater next to the arena, and three gladiator training grounds and lounges were his assets.

In a sense, he is indeed like an emperor here.

Markrus was obviously not the first time he had done such a thing, and waved his hand at the head of the school, who immediately yelled at the group of prospective gladiators in front of him.

"Take off your clothes!"

Everyone looked at each other when they heard this, until the trainer raised the whip again, and then slowly began to take off his shirt, revealing a muscular body, Varro originally thought that those unruly Germans would make trouble at this time, but they didn't expect that they just hesitated, and actually took off their clothes.

At this point, Varro also had to admire Zhang Heng's previous speculation.

Everyone took off their shirts one after another, but the trainers didn't seem satisfied, so the people on the training ground had to continue to take them off until there was a loincloth left, and the middle-aged Roman finally expressed his satisfaction.

He stood up, looked at each other, and muttered, "Good, good, these greedy slave traders have finally found me something that is not bad." ”

The head of the school also said, "These guys should be able to make up for the manpower we lost before." ”

"But their prices aren't cheap either." The eyes of the middle-aged Romans flickered, "Where is the Germanic man who cost me seven thousand Sesters?" ”

The trainer gestured to Bach, who walked out of the crowd with some dissatisfaction.

"Come closer, let me take a good look." Makruz greeted.

Bach could only take two more steps forward and go downstairs.

"Uh-huh, do you think he can compare to Sisnatus?" Mark Ruz asked the head of the school.

"This ...... It's a bit difficult, Sisnatus is a three-time champion of the year at the Victor Arena, unbeatable, and he needed four good players to beat him when he first arrived. Although saying this may make Makruz unhappy, the head of the school decided to tell the truth after thinking about it, otherwise if Bach's future growth does not meet expectations, it will be him and the trainer who will be unlucky, "Although Bach's potential is not bad, there is still a big gap from Sisnatus. "I have 48 hours a day with the latest chapters coming to the URL: