When the first rays of the morning sun fell on the creeper on the balcony of the apartment, the city of Rome opened her eyes.

More and more people are coming out of their homes, especially slaves and commoners of relatively low social status, who are the first to wake up and start a day's toiling to make ends meet.

The clanging sound of the coppersmith pounding the bottom of the pan woke up the neighbors next door, but they were used to it, and they got out of bed cursing.

The slave girl came down from the apartment building with a clay pot in her hand, came to the huge jar by the wall, and poured the urine of her master, which was contained in the pot, into the larger jar, and it was not long before the urine collected in it was sent to the laundry and dumped into the vat with the dirty laundry.

There, the long-awaited slaves of the laundromat would jump into the tank and trample on the dirty laundry soaked in urine with their own feet, because the laundromat business was so good that the emperor even began to levy a tax on urine.

After pouring urine, the slave girl rubbed her eyes, turned around and prepared to go upstairs, but the next moment she bumped into a teenager, who had been squatting by the wall before, causing the slave girl to not notice him before, so the slave girl quickly apologized.

But the boy didn't answer her, and at the moment he was concentrating on what he was drawing on the wall, and it was two little people, judging from their weapons and armor, one was a fish-helmet fighter and the other was a protector, and their names were marked below, Bach and Rufus.

With just a few strokes, the image of the villain named Bach and the villain named Rufus leapt onto the wall.

And next to this graffiti, there is another line of large letters.

- Victor Arena will be held from June 17th to 19th for three consecutive days to present you with wonderful duel performances, in addition to the familiar dancers Habitus, Broken Bones Nasika and the Black Scythe Rufus and the newcomer Bach, as well as the exciting colosseum show, the arena is equipped with a canopy, the lower grandstand is sprayed with perfume, and everyone who attends can receive a small gift, which is your first choice for summer relaxation.

The boy finished his final stroke, took two steps back and admired his masterpiece, a look of satisfaction on his lips, and then he finally noticed the slave girl who was standing with her head poked her head out to look this way, and the sun fell on the latter's brow, which tickled her with a layer of gold.

So the boy also reached out and wiped a handful on the slave girl's face, and when he saw that the latter showed a shy look, he whistled, laughed, and ran down the wall of the apartment with dye and paintbrush.

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He was not the only painter who promoted the new show in the Victor Arena, in fact, there were many similar advertising painters in the city of Rome, because at that time such small advertisements on the wall could be seen almost everywhere, in addition to gladiator performances, there were also advertising slogans of young girls to help lonely men solve their troubles, there were bold love words between young couples, there were cruel words about creditors to collect debts, and there were also accusations against bad people......

The walls of these homes and public buildings, and even the tombstones in the cemeteries, are basically equivalent to the billboards of the era, with a lot of information on them, and there are also some guys who walk the streets and alleys to distribute the program lists, and they all work together to complete the publicity work before the gladiatorial performance begins.

Viewers interested in going there can get all the information about a gladiatorial show in advance, and then it's a question of whether or not to bleed their wallets, and for the Roman people, who are relatively little entertained, gladiator shows are no less attractive than S9.

On the other side, the gladiators who were selected to enter and play were also making final preparations.

Varro and Zhang Heng carried out some cooperative training, the previous fifty-day special training, aimed at the basic battle of each of them, like this kind of two-man combat part should be slowly trained later.

This is also the reason why all the newcomers feel that they are unlucky, except for Naxica's group, even those groups that are slightly weaker are basically trained in cooperative operations, and Zhang Heng and Varozin have to start from scratch.

Varro also saw Nashika on the training ground, the latter looked stronger than Bach, his arms were almost up to Varro's thighs, he was covered in muscles, his profession was hunter, this was a class similar to the fish-helmet fighter, both belonged to the heavy gladiator, armed with a sword and a large rectangular shield, in addition to wearing a half-body armor.

Varro watched Nashika use his rectangular shield to knock a sparring hapless man out of the way during training, who broke two ribs.

"I kind of know what it means to be bone-broken...... I don't want to face that guy in the arena. Varro said to Zhang Heng beside him.

However, Nashika himself doesn't seem to think so, when he trains on the same training ground, he always makes one or two provocative moves at Varro and Zhang Heng from time to time, but seeing that Bach is also provoking him, Varro's mood is finally a little better.

This is actually a kind of tradition in gladiator schools, where the old people tend to give the newcomers a little color in the first battle.

The night before the show began, the gladiators prayed as usual, and the gladiator school did not require gladiators to believe in a certain god, but most gladiators would choose to believe in Nemessis, the goddess of revenge, and of course a few would believe in Viktoria, the goddess of victory, or Mars, the god of war, and Germanic people like Bach also had gods believed in by their tribes.

However, Varro noticed that Zhang Heng did not make any prayers, so he asked curiously, "In your east...... Isn't there a god to worship? ”

"Yes, yes, but I don't really need it." Zhang Heng told the truth, in fact, he didn't mind much about worshipping Nemessis, the goddess of revenge, but anyway, he was now a candidate core member of the Balance Blade, even if he was not too interested in the concept of the Balance Blade, he still had to give the boss Kreis, the god of murder and assassins, a little face, and it was not good to openly run to the camp of the rivals.

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"I like your sense of humor, and I don't feel like I'm that nervous about being with you." Varro said, respectfully placing the amulet engraved with Nemises in his pocket, "I will protect your back in tomorrow's battle." ”

"You just have to protect your front." Zhang Hengdao.

"We'll live." Varro said in a firm voice, as if to cheer himself up.

"Don't worry, we'll win."