'We don't eat animal tamers anymore', 'The new animal tamer is our king'. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info these strange messages were sent from the brain of the round-shell beetle, and then learned of it by Butcher.

'It is better not to eat, so that you will not be scourged.' Butcher closed his eyes and whispered to comfort the round-shelled worms. Compared to the complex and changeable humans, these beetles are quite simple and cute. 'Be obedient and don't get hurt.' ’

'Our king has gone to deal with the desert lizards, and those stupid reptiles can't even talk to their heads, and will surely surrender.' The gloating laughter of the round-shell beetle came from the telecast. Butcher waited for a while, and sure enough, he waited for the follow-up news. 'The lizards writhed all over the ground, not knowing for what, but they did whatever the king told them to do, better than their tentacles!'

Butcher smiled wryly in the black cell, unable to comment on the state of the round-shell beetle, which is "unlucky for itself, so it's fun to see others unlucky". After a while, the Roundshell Beetle reported that all the beasts in the entire pens had surrendered, and Butcher realized that the new tamer was indeed capable.

'Hey, you don't use telecommunication sparingly, you might be discovered by the beast tamers. Butcher was a little worried, because the round-shell beetle said that not all beetles could speak and communicate inside the shell.

It doesn't matter, our king will speak like this with his brain. By the way, there's a problem I don't know if you can solve!' The round-shell beetle suddenly became very excited, 'This problem is, you will never be able to eat me!'

I didn't eat you. Butcher was a little confused.

Retell the problem that Zhao Mai used to trap the round-shell beetle, which is cheating on the number of words. Anyway, after listening to the arraignment of the round-shell beetle, Butcher, who was locked up in the black cell, had new questions to think about, which was also a good way for him to pass the time.

After solving the problem of "who is the boss" in the animal pen, Zhao Mai's future work will be easier. At his command, these creatures can now even line up to eat, learn to wash their hands before and after meals, clean up their own feces, and even take care of each other's parasites. So, he has time to do his own thing. Sneaking up to the walls of the manor and whistling, the reserve was slammed to his side, carrying a small cloud of white smoke.

"Come on, you can help me manage the pens in the future. Zhao Mai touched the head of the grain reserve and handed it over this job again. "I'm going to the training camp next door, you just keep the order of the animal pen in order, and then eat and drink to your heart's content. By the way, don't be discovered. ”

The reserve grain "Wang" sounded, indicating that he understood.

The training camp, which is only separated by a wall, is a place where strong men and fierce women gather. Fighters of strength, agility and skill all follow the same rule here: obey trainer Posey. It was a balding elf, with a face covered in scars and sword wounds, and a constant expression of anger that never changed. He was not very strong, but he was extremely agile, and he was best at hitting people's lower bodies with the stick in his hand, and this is how he taught his gladiators.

From afar, Zhao Mai heard him shout in the world's most vulgar language: "No matter what kind of battle it is, you have only one goal, the lower body! Smash it!" (and then repeat this sentence in seven different colloquial names). In short, in a short time, Zhao Mai already knew everything about how to describe a certain part of the other party on the planet Atas.

Zhao Mai only saw Rikas. He was in a corner of the training camp, practicing his newfound right hand against a stake, that is, using the sword above to chop back and forth. Because the prosthesis had only been installed for a long time, he didn't dare to use it too hard, but just slashed more and more, adapting to the weight and balance of the long sword, and trying to restore the coordination of his body as soon as possible.

As for the others, most of them focus on training, either catching and killing, or practicing the use of weapons. Some of the newly acquired slaves were exercising their physical abilities on the edge of the camp, such as carrying large rocks, lifting cement, or jumping up and down the steps. Of course, the most important training was to listen to the command and the rules, which ran through every day of the life of all slave gladiators.

Zhao Mai didn't rush to contact Rikas, although he could easily do this with his psychic ability, but who knows if there is a watcher here? Psychic abilities will always produce an amorphous appearance when used, either a bright light, or a sound, or a strange floral fragrance like Zhao Mai.

In fact, compared to flashes of light or sounds, on a desert planet like Attas, the fragrance of flowers is the most alarming anomaly. Everyone here has a good nose, and the sweet smell of the flowers will be easily known to them. This strange fragrance is likely to be related to the identity of Zhao Mai Druid, and may have been formed under the influence of the natural force.

Zhao Mai continued to pretend to be a half-fool animal trainer, so he kept a disguised smirk on his face. After secretly observing for a while, Zhao Mai was surprised to find that this training camp was completely in the hands of trainer Boxi. Within two hours, more than seven waves of servants had come to him to ask for advice on everything from food and training equipment to arranging for slave girls to sleep. The elf arranged the harshest conditions for all with great determination, and declared that only the most obedient and satisfactory gladiators would be able to obtain an improvement in their living conditions. The servants who came to inquire did not have any objection, and withdrew obediently, as if Percy were the new master.

"Listen up, you guys, beep!" the elf said, waving his whip as he gushed his speech full of shielded words. After listening to it for a long time, Zhao Mai had to worry about whether his language would be damaged by him, and he became vulgar. He had already understood that the bald elf Posey was using this method to establish his authority, which should support Zhao Mai's suspicion that Posey had become the temporary head of the training camp.

In this way, things are much simpler, as long as you get this trainer, you can control the training camp, at least you can take the initiative. The Templar Theay didn't know what to do, so the opportunity in front of him was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Hey, fool on the wall, that's you, what are you doing, get over here!" a long whip flew towards Zhao Mai's face, but he didn't want to take this hit in vain. Zhao Mai pretended to be frightened and fell down from the wall, just avoiding the whip. Then he walked to the training ground tremblingly. After estimating the length of the whip and the distance from the nearest bunker beside him, Zhao Mai picked a safe position that was least likely to be hit.

"I'm an animal trainer, just here, my name is Griffin. Zhao Mai smiled and replied.

"Beast tamer, how many days do you think you'll live before the Roundworm turns you into dung?" Posey laughed, pinching his waist. "Life is finite, isn't it? Well, seeing that you are pitiful, I have decided to add a little color to your pathetic and destined short life. A new batch of slave girls will arrive in a moment, and if you can beat a certain gladiator, I'll let you pick one and have a good night?"

"What's the use of a slave girl?" Zhao Mai continued to play stupid.

The gladiators burst into laughter, even the female fighters. "You can use it however you want. Percy felt that he had almost squeezed the gladiators for the day, and that he had to give them a little entertainment at the end. And of all the gladiators, there was one that he had to subdue. "Rikas, come here, introduce you to an opponent. The bald elf said with bad intentions: "I can't bully a fool and let a person who lacks hands come to fight you, this is fair and reasonable, right?"

"He's not a gladiator, he's just an ordinary slave, and I don't fight him. Rikas frowned, such a fight was neither meaningless nor joyful in victory.

Zhao Mai was secretly happy, he didn't expect the opportunity to connect with Rikas so soon. So he seemed eager to try, and smiled stupidly: "Okay, okay, just him! I want a female slave, hehehe." ”

Percy put a whip to Ricas's face and said in a low voice, "Boy, he's an animal trainer, and he bought it with great difficulty. Don't hurt him and make Master Tessian angry. The best thing to do is to let this idiot beat you up until I say stop. You're going to perform, aren't you?"