Gladiators are the super icons of this era.

Therefore, referring to the star idols of later generations, it is difficult to escape the entanglement of capital elites.

And even more disadvantageous is that no matter how famous the gladiator is, he still can't get rid of his slave status, as long as someone bids high enough, the gladiator school will generally arrange a secret tryst between the gladiator and this generous lady.

And when a man and a woman have a secret tryst, what happens after that is self-evident.

It was also an additional income for gladiator schools, though the vast majority of gladiators were not too resistant to such things.

In addition to not disobeying the orders of their masters, it is also because it will also add a different color to their legends and be talked about.

The most famous of these is the story of Sergiolus, a well-known gladiator of the time, and Abia, the wife of an old senator who always dated Sergious after his performances, as many people in Rome knew at the time.

But no one could have imagined that Abya would eventually abandon her husband and family for Sergiolus, and the love-tormented couple eventually eloped out of Rome one night.

Their stories also became the favorite subject of bards for a time.

Makruz really didn't expect Zhang Heng to refuse such a harmless thing in his opinion, and it would make him lose a lot of money, if it was someone else, his face would have been gloomy at this time, but now the relationship between him and Zhang Heng is in the honeymoon period.

Makrus didn't want to let the friendly atmosphere he had created so hard to disappear because of this, so he thought for a moment and said, "I can help you turn down some people you don't like, but there are some people, those in high positions, even I can't offend them, so I can't give you a promise in this regard, but I can promise you that from now on, until the performance in the Flavi Amphitheater begins, no one will disturb you." ”

"Flavi Amphitheater?" Zhang Heng pretended not to know.

"Yes, that's right, I won't hide it from you, the war between us and the Germans is over, our new emperor His Majesty is going to return from the battlefield, and there will be a grand gladiatorial performance, announcing the beginning of his reign, not only us, several famous gladiator schools in Rome are going to be outstanding, I heard that there are also many powerful masters in several other gladiator schools, how about it, are you sure?"

Makruz looked at Zhang Heng with anticipation, the reason why he was so patient and friendly was because of this upcoming gladiatorial performance, which would be a reshuffle between gladiator schools.

And the latter did not disappoint him, nodding and saying, "Of course, I will win for you." ”

"Good." Makruz was overjoyed when he heard this.

…………

And earlier the old Persian trainer on the other side also quietly left the gladiator school, and no one paid attention to him.

He came to a small bazaar, through alleys with clothes poles, to a wooden loggia where a man was selling spices, and his stall was filled with saffron, pepper, cloves, mint, and rosemary.

The old Persian trainer crouched down and carefully picked inside, but at that moment a sharp blade reached the back of his heart.

"Are you really old enough to lose even the slightest judgment, as rumored?" A voice whispered in his ear.

The old Persian trainer didn't look back, and said lightly, "Maybe, but you don't seem to be as strong as the legend, otherwise you wouldn't have taken the flower handed over by the little girl at the intersection before." ”

When the visitor heard this, his complexion changed, "You did something to the flowers?" No, you're just bluffing. ”

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing here, isn't it just to prepare an antidote for you?" The old Persian trainer said leisurely.

"You lied to me, how could anyone use spices as an antidote?"

"No, I just know you don't like things that taste bad, so buy spices to help you make them taste better." The old Persian trainer said as he put the mint in his hand into a vial.

The man behind him hesitated for a moment, but finally took the vial and drank it down, while retracting the dagger in his hand.

"Why aren't you in the arena, isn't he your most beloved student?"

"Because I never watch fights without suspense, you went to watch his gladiatorial show, how about it, he's very powerful." The old Persian trainer clapped his hands and stood up from the ground.

"What the Assassin needs more is concealment and patience, looking for opportunities to kill with a single blow, rather than the ability to fight head-on." The person who came was dissatisfied, "He is more suitable to be a warrior and fight on the battlefield, besides, he has already begun to become famous, as long as Makruz is not blind, he will be trained as an ace in the arena, and when the time comes, he will be used to the glorious days, can he still endure loneliness and be willing to become a nameless person like us?" ”

"You made the same mistake I made when I first met him, which was to underestimate him, and believe me, someone like him could not have been bought by Makruz at all." "As for the way of fighting, you don't have to worry about that, I'm teaching him assassin techniques right now." ”

"Oh, I see." The visitor chuckled, "You said that Makruz couldn't buy him, because you couldn't convince him to believe in Kreith and accept our ideas?" ”

"I'm working on it, and this kind of thing always needs a process." The old Persian trainer shrugged.

"Don't tell me you forgot about that incident two hundred years ago, when the organization got an oracle and should have killed Octavian, just like our men assassinated Caesar, but Octavian turned against one of us, and that traitor teamed up with Octavian and almost destroyed the Blade of Balance, and many of his predecessors died because of it, which is the fate of recruiting people who are not firm in their faith into the Blade of Balance."

The visitor paused, "You know that the rest of the organization would not agree to let someone who is not strong enough to join. ”

"I regret what happened 200 years ago, but like I said, this kind of thing always takes a process." The old Persian trainer said leisurely.

"Process? I don't think you'll have the support of anyone other than your old friend, the Faceless, and unlike the environment of two hundred years ago, we are surrounded by enemies now. ”

"Then stop turning others into our enemies."

"Why can't you honestly follow the previous plan and let Habitus assist us?" The person who came was a little angry.

"Because Habitus won't work with us, I'm his trainer, I know him better than you, he's what you call the most likely person to betray us, and we have no other choice if we want the plan to be executed smoothly."