Carrying the log was just the beginning, and then everyone went on to sprint, weight, move, and some one-on-one basic exercises, until the sun was about to go down and everyone was exhausted, and Gabi finally announced that the first day of training was over.

There are preparatory gladiators who have reached the limit when they heard this, and their bodies shook, so they fell directly to the ground, not even wanting to move a little finger, among them was Varro, and when Varro looked at Zhang Heng, he found that although the latter was also sweating profusely and steaming, his breathing was still very stable.

Sweat flowed down his chest, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, it seemed to coat him with a layer of golden plating, Zhang Heng's muscles looked a little special, his body was not as strong as those big heads, which was why it was easy for most people to ignore him at first sight, but every muscle under that dress was very well-proportioned, and it was like a precision instrument when put together.

He held out a hand to Varro, "You'd better hurry up, or we're going to go hungry, and don't expect those guys to be kind enough to leave us food." ”

Varro looked around, only to see that the people on the training ground had almost left, and those who were too tired to move were also carried away by their companions.

"Thank you." Varro took another deep breath, grabbed Zhang Heng's hand, and stood up from the ground, "The good news is...... If it goes well, I won't have to do this damn training tomorrow, by the way, what did you mean when you said I didn't doubt what happened to me? ”

"Before I answer your question, why don't you answer one of my questions first," Zhang Heng said, "Your slave trader friend, will he trade at a loss?" ”

"Of course not, chickpeas are known to be intelligent, and there are many ways, if not far from the most astute slave traders." Varro Road.

"I remember you told me that the average gladiator slave costs two thousand sesters, and you sell chickpeas for two thousand five hundred sesteres because you have a talent for business, and then chickpeas sell you to a gladiator school......"

"yes, what do you want to say?"

"So, there are two possibilities, either the chickpeas didn't lose money and sold you to the gladiator school for more than two thousand five hundred sesters, but then the school should know exactly where your value is and won't send you here in the first place, or ......"

Zhang Heng paused, "He sold you here at a normal or even lower price, and as you said, he won't lose money, so there must be someone behind him to help him pay, and this means, my Roman friend, it is not an accident that you were sold here, and what's worse is that since the other party has done such a thing, they will definitely not forget that you can leave here through your business, so there is reason to believe that the other party has been prepared for this." Finally, judging by Makruz's previous attitude towards you, I think it's likely that he is also one of the insiders. ”

Varro was dizzy by Zhang Heng's analysis, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to refute the other party, but he didn't know where to refute.

In the end, he just said, "You don't know me at all, you don't know what happened to me, you haven't even been to Rome before, so I don't think you should speculate about things you don't know, I just have to eat my last meal here and get a good night's sleep, and the next morning I will be able to leave this hellish place as soon as I open my eyes, and I will never come back, so don't talk to me over and over again about intrigues, the world is not as dark as you think, we should have good intentions......"

"You have a point." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Varro didn't hear Zhang Heng's words clearly.

"We should have good intentions...... This statement makes perfect sense. ”

"You...... Are you laughing at me? Varro was skeptical.

"No, I have great admiration for those who are willing to look at the world with good intentions, and, my Roman friend, if we don't eat again, I'm afraid we won't even be able to drink the soup." Zhang Heng said helplessly.

"Oh oh oh, then hurry up, don't worry, my previous promise is still valid, and when I regain my freedom, I will find a way to fish you out of here."

"Thanks, but for now, I'd like to stay here for a while."

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A week passed in the blink of an eye, and the life of a prep gladiator was very simple, there were only three things a day, and that was training, training or training.

The repetition of the basic exercises is so boring that it makes people doubt life, and at the same time, every time I finish the exercises, I feel that my whole body strength has been squeezed dry. However, no one dares to be lazy, because despite the training plan in place, Gabi still attends in person every day.

It can be seen that Gabi attaches great importance to their group of newcomers, and some people have secretly asked the guys who have passed the assessment to become official gladiators before, according to those guys, although their training at that time was also very hard, but it was not so hard as to be so hard, so this is probably Gabi's extra care for this group of newcomers.

Bach, in particular, was almost spoiled by Gabi. His training volume is the largest of all, often twice as much as others, although he has a lot of physical strength and amazing strength, he can't stand this kind of practice, and he is tortured every time he scolds his mother, but Gabi still has no satisfaction on his face, in fact, as time goes by, his expression becomes more and more serious.

And today is also the day when the distribution results are announced.

As early as the night before, everyone had told Gabi about the type of gladiator they wanted to be trained, of course, the final result was decided by the gladiator school, and when they were sweating in the training ground, the trainers were also silently observing them, looking for a suitable training direction.

"Arius." Gabi's gaze circled across the faces of the crowd and he called out the first name.

The slave, whose name was called, stepped out of the crowd.

"Chaser." Gabi Road.

Arius's eyes flashed with joy, this is exactly his favorite profession, the opponent of the pursuer is usually a net fighter, when fighting they will wear a helmet on their heads, the helmet design is very sleek, leaving only two observation holes, so that they can easily get rid of the control of the fishing net, and the fighting style is both agile and defensive, which can make the most of his advantages.

"Kalundiga." Gabi didn't stop for much and called out the name of the second person

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