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Duo Ji'an wiped the sweat from Zhao Mai's head with the skirt cloth in his hand, and the rough and cold touch slid across his skin, and Zhao Mai became more stupid than ever. He waited quietly for her to finish the task at hand, watching as she was overwhelmed by how to put the cloth back on her skirt. I don't know why, Zhao Mai suddenly blurted out: "Duo Ji'an, if you help me, I will try to cure you." ”

The former Templar didn't say anything, and kept placing the cloth in her hand over the crack in her skirt, letting go, and watching it fall to the ground—she thought it would change the dress back to its original shape. Only this time Zhao Mai helped her pick it up and stuffed it into her pocket. "Come, follow me, let's go to the gladiator's resting place. ”

The place where the gladiators rested, the furnishings were similar to the animal pens, and the taste was the same, Zhao Mai wondered if the two places were sometimes used interchangeably. Some of the gladiators were already asleep, others were awake alertly. A few people asked Zhao Mai: "What are you doing with another fool?"

"Oh, I don't know how to use it, Mr. Percy told me to learn from Ricas. Zhao Mai smiled, which also caused the others to laugh.

"Go ahead, study hard! If you still can't, I can give you extra lessons!hahaha!"

Rikas's dwelling was in the deepest part of the barracks, not because it was the quietest, but because the walls were the thickest. The massive rocks are reinforced with cement, and even the strongest round-shell beetles can't dig through the walls, floors, and ceilings. It has been used for a long time to store Tesian's most valuable possessions, and now it is Ricas.

It is a dense place with no light, and whether it is day or night, it can only rely on the light of oil lamps. As a Moor, half dwarven, Rikas could see his surroundings even in pure darkness, but he couldn't distinguish colors without light. Usually he would save the lamp oil and exchange some food with the people in the kitchen. But now his room was lit up, and Rikas was wiping the blade of his right hand with a hide.

"Hey, Rikas, open the door, I'm here for class. Zhao Mai tapped his knuckles on the door panel, making a dangling sound.

"Fuck off, I'm not interested. Without looking up, Rikas said, "Tell Percy not to bother me about anything that has nothing to do with competitive matches." ”

"I'm your combat companion, remember? Zhao Mai said this to the corridor, and then whispered to Ricas, "Hey, I'm Mike, open the door." ”

"McT......" Rikas stood up abruptly, then coughed twice, and said in a very incongruous voice, "Oh, it was you, I remembered you, and you did raise your hand." Then, he opened the door and put Zhao Mai and Duo Ji'an inside.

"Mr. Percy has asked you to teach me something and take up some of your time. Zhao Mai instructed Iricas to be quiet with his hand, and then summoned the phone. He turned on the recording button, licked his palm vigorously, and then pressed and slapped on his slightly bulging cheeks, recording the snapping sound with the sound of water.

Rikas blinked, and although he didn't speak, his mouth was very clear: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Mai took Doji'an's hand and led her to the door, letting her hold the door, just blocking the slit of food delivery and surveillance. Although Zhao Mai and Rikas are vigilant, no one can guarantee that they will be able to spot all the voyeurs. After that, Zhao Mai tunes the recorded music to BGM and plays it on a loop. Rikas covered his face, he now understood Zhao Mai's actions before.

"Okay, this will fool them for a while. Zhao Mai pointed to his face: "By the way, this is makeup, not disfigurement, so thank you for your concern." ”

"I'm pretty sure you're Mike right now, only you're going to talk like that. Rikas shook the sword in his hand with a smile on his face: "Come and see, how about my new weapon? As long as they release Buucher again, we will definitely win the championship and gain freedom together." ”

"I've bought Posey and Butcher should be released soon. Zhao Mai said to Ricas: "I listened to your speech in the afternoon, which is really good. But you should remember that I bought you, and Tessian only snatched you from me, which does not mean that you are his slave. ”

"What do you mean?" Ricass snapped. His expression changed from joy to seriousness, and the long sword that had been held flat on his chest also drooped.

"I mean, I've been freed from wrongful slavery and taken off my collar. As long as I protest, and under pressure from the Parliament, Tessian will have to return you and Butcher to me. Butcher will certainly agree with everything I say, and I need you to speak for me so that I can remove Tessian from her seat as Templar and thus achieve my revenge. Zhao Mai took a deep breath and said to Ricas, "There are many people who want to see Taixi's defeat, do you understand?"

"And what about my temple tower athletics?"

"Go to his temple tower, it's a murderous pit. Zhao Mai said, "I will take you out of Tyre and go to other cities." You earn money for me, and I can give half of what you earn to the two of you. Nominally you are still my slaves, but in fact you are my partners. Didn't you realize that Butcher and I were not ordinary slaves and slave owners, and you could join in? I'm very open-minded. Money, women, and even your own family, I can give you these, as long as you work for me steadfastly!"

"I want to be free. ”

"Freedom is just an illusion, Moor. Even if you were free, what would you do? Do you have the means to make a living? I know that since you were born, you have been learning how to fight, how to kill, how to perform. If you don't want to become a robber and get caught and become a slave again, you have to go back to your old job, working for a slave owner, maybe a gladiator, or preferably a trainer. What is your goal, to become a trainer as a free person, or to become a slave to money again?" Zhao Mai patted Rikas lightly on the shoulder, he wanted to know if this man was determined enough, and if he was the first hero to throw a spear at the Witch King in thousands of years. "Work for me, forget the illusion of freedom, enjoy life, I give you my assurance. ”

Rikas was silent, the light of the oil lamp flickering across his face while he remained motionless. He sat curled up on the edge of the bed, one hand resting his cheek, his sword resting on his lap, like a statue of Rodin's thinker. The body muscles of the thinker are solid and beautiful, and it symbolizes the power of thinking, the power that comes from the heart and soul. When people start thinking, the universe will be shaken.

"No, I refuse. "Even if I'm starving to death on the streets, I'm going to taste freedom," Rikas said. I'm going to be a champion, I'm going to set me free, I'm going to walk out of the arena with my head held high, without restraints, even if I don't have any support. ”

"Then you're going against me?"

"I'm sorry, I can't compromise what I want, even you can't stop me, no one, I'll break his neck. ”

"Very good," Zhao Mai smiled, sincerely happy: "If the Witch King stops you, do you dare to break his neck?" )