When the new emperor learned of Sibitai's last wish, he was not even willing to kill Ahab, but contemptuously turned him from a commoner into a gladiator, after all, killing a child of six or seven years old was not a meaningful thing for his reputation.

A thin child like Ahab could not be called a gladiator, but this was the emperor's order, so Ahab did not sell it in the traffickers' market for a long time until his current owner, Yaph, knew of his existence.

Yafu is an official who specializes in sacrificial wine in front of the new emperor, it is indeed a high-ranking official, but it is not a person with real power, Yafu is very eager for power, and he tries every means to please the emperor, at this time, he thought of Ahab, who has become the only bloodline of the gladiator, so he asked Yahab to buy it back, raise it, and wait for it to be sent to the new emperor at the right time, and become a tool to make the new emperor happy.

Although Sibitay is dead, and only the insignificant boy Ahab is left in Sibita's family, the influence of Sibitay on the empire has always made the new emperor resentful, and his original purpose in making Ahab a gladiator is also to hope that he can die in the most tragic way to appease his resentment against Sibitai.

The emperor didn't tell anyone about this idea, but it wasn't too difficult for Aph, who was the sacrificial wine who served by the emperor's side, to guess it, so he found Ahab as he liked.

As time passed, Ahab grew from a skinny boy to a skinny boy, and Japheth felt that the time was ripe to send Ahab to the beast competition held at the important moment of the emperor's accession to the throne.

originally thought that Ahab, who was so thin, would die directly in the Colosseum, but when he never expected it, Ahab not only did not die, but even killed a beast and won glory.

Misoba stopped at this point, rubbed his eyes, took Ding Candle's hand tightly, and said, "Young master, you must be careful, Marcus must still want to get rid of you." ”

Marcus is the name of the new emperor.

This is natural, Marcus left Ahab to show his kindness, but for Marcus, even a thin boy without an adult is a very big danger, and if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have made Ahab a gladiator.

"You have to remember the glory in you, you are the only blood of Sibitai, and you have the courage and strength of Sibitai." Misoba wiped his eyes, and his originally dim gaze revealed a surprising brilliance, and he patted Ding Zhu's chest vigorously: "I will always stay by your side, although I can't serve you openly, but, young master, as long as you need it, I will do everything to help you." ”

Misoba couldn't stay long, and after he had finished saying these words, he comforted Ding Zhu a few more words and hurried away.

Looking at the door that was closed again, Ding Zhu didn't feel good in his heart, what? Did this old man come and go, just to catch himself up to a dead end? Looking at the task that had already appeared at hand, she bared her teeth, and the endless world was still as disgusting as ever.

After going up to the third layer, the task is not as specific as the first and second layers, such as how many mission objectives to kill, what kind of task items to collect, etc., the tasks on the third layer are basically only given to one goal, and no other requirements are made, but the endless world has a set of special calculation standards to judge the resetter's exploration and completion of the task.

The mission goal of this mission is also very simple, there is only one way, and that is to fulfill Sibtai's last wish.

This is simply a malicious task.

With Ahab's current status, not to mention assassinating Marcus and rebuilding the power empire of Sibitai, even if he wants to get out of Yaphe's mansion safely, it is extremely difficult.

This was Zibitai's wish, but what was Ahab's desire?

Lying on the bed, Ding Zhu looked at the gray ceiling, and silently calculated Ahab's current age, when he was killed in Sibitai, Ahab was just six years old, ten years have passed, and now Ahab is only sixteen years old, a sixteen-year-old child, from a high nobleman, fell to the altar, became a commoner, and later became a gladiator, his fate never seemed to be in his own hands.

Ding Candle couldn't help but think, what is his own real idea for such a teenager? Is it really to sacrifice his life for the glory of his family that has passed away?

She actually had no way to understand the idea of people at this time giving everything for the ethereal glory of the family, but she vaguely felt that Ahab, who was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, must have something to do, and these things were all covered up under Sibitai's last wish.

In a trance, Ding Zhu wanted to fall asleep, but at this time, he heard someone outside calling him and asking him to get up and go to the front.

It turned out that today was the celebration of the tenth year of Marcus's accession to the throne, and when Japheth returned home after attending the feast in the palace, he remembered the Ahab who had won in the gladiatorial arena today, so he sent him to him.

Aph was a serious-looking middle-aged man, and if it was just from his appearance, it was too obvious that he would be a good camp official, and he sat in his seat and looked at Ahab who was kneeling at his feet, prostrate on the ground, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Ding Zhu only felt very uncomfortable to maintain such a prostrate posture, both physically and psychologically.

After a long time, she finally heard a stiff voice coming from overhead, and the voice was slowly saying, "You did a good job today." ”

Although it was a word of praise, Ding Zhu did not hear any joy in this sentence, and even, she could hear a trace of unpleasantness, she couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth, it seems that this Ahab did not die in the Colosseum this time, which greatly surprised Yafu. This is simply breaking Yafu's original idea of currying favor with Marcus, which is equivalent to cutting off his path to promotion, how can it make him happy.

"Thank my lord for compliment, this is what a servant should do." Ding Zhu learned the way the people here spoke, and lowered his posture very low, so that he could look as obedient as possible.

Yafo focused his eyes on the young and thin boy, but what he thought about was the ferocious image of him riding on the back of a lion today, constantly hammering the lion's head with a sharp stone tool, which reminded him of the former Sibitai, the incomparably glorious Sibitai.