ran away from Suina, although she was relieved, but she made the beauty unhappy, and Zhang Long's heart was still a little lost. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He was also in no mood to go out to train, and continued to drink alone. After a while, Alfonso returned, dragging his lead-filled legs and rubbing his back tiredly.

"Hey, Zhang Long, if you have wine, give me some to drink!" When he saw the wine, it was like seeing a savior, and his cloudy eyes immediately brightened, and after a few glasses, the conversation box opened: "Alas, I really envy you, real gladiator brothers, how can I live so miserably every day......

Zhang Long was a little surprised: "Aren't you already very famous in Wasam, how can you live miserably?"

Alfonso drank a glass of wine and said with some annoyance, "Are you pretending to be confused and deliberately sarcastic about me?" my reputation was not made in the arena, but by the high-class women of Wasam...... he couldn't help but say that he grabbed the small barrel and held it high, and then raised his neck and poured his mouth at the mouth of the barrel until he choked and coughed fiercely for a long time.

"You know, I used to be like you, longing for glory in the arena, training with my brothers, just to win the game and become a star, a champion, a god of war...... Alas, if I had looked as ugly as Glintys, I would have fulfilled this dream long ago!Before Esenhard first took me to the cocktail party between the noblewoman and Mrs. Broad hosted by Lady Elena, I was the best in the family, not much worse than Rixant......

When Zhang Long heard this, he was very surprised, and he couldn't believe it: Alfonso's current strength, to put it mildly, is just a second- or third-rate gladiator, except for being more experienced, not even much better than himself. If it was so powerful at the beginning, why did it fall into this field?

Although Alfonso was drunk, he could also see Zhang Long's question, he took a few more sips, pointed to his handsome face, and said, "Just because of this face and this body, I served ten bottomless old women in succession that night! I don't even know how I came back, and I couldn't even move the next day, let alone train. From that day on, I became a gift to Isenhard to curry favor with them, and I was indispensable for every ridiculous party held by the upper-class women. I really don't know what the master thinks, is it worth ruining a gladiator's future in the arena in order to win the favor of those old women?"

Zhang Long suddenly realized: the legend is true. Alfonso was "not only" a gladiator, and it was sad that his job was worth more than anything to Isenhard in the arena.

"Well, actually...... It's good for you to do that," Zhang Long comforted, "I've also heard that those noblewomen or Mrs. Kuo will use their connections to only let you play safe games, which is much better than us always playing for your life. And...... Only when we win the battle can we be rewarded with a prostitute at the celebration, and you will always have the company of elegant ladies of high society!"

"No!" Alfonso suddenly slammed his glass in anger, "You know what a fart! What high society, what elegant ladies? They never treated me as a human being! I was just a plaything, played like a puppet by them, insulted like a commode! My body and mind were ruined by them, and the brothers looked down on me, saying that I was just a walking old **, damn, how much did I sacrifice for this family? How much did I sacrifice for them? I traded my future for them one game after another in their favor, do they know that? ****** I easy......" Alfonso's tongue was short, and his words became rambling, and Zhang Long's heart was numb to listen.

This is the true fate of slaves! They cannot control their own lives, everything is firmly in the hands of their masters, and life and death are all decided by their masters, so Spartacus will resist and become a great hero who will go down in history. But what can they do now but accept it silently? Ancient Rome on the earth, with many slaves and a miserable fate, Spartacus rose up and responded to every call. And in St. Hugh, slaves were never the majority of the population: the aristocracy could not keep slaves, the majority of ordinary commoners could not afford slaves, and how could the few people in the families of the merchants who were relatively well-off enough to afford slaves be connected to form a climate?

Therefore, it is better to accept the facts and work hard to be a good gladiator! Zhang Long is still relatively lucky: with his ordinary appearance, it is impossible to be selected to do a job like Alfonso; in addition, at least from the current point of view, his fighting talent is still remarkable!

Alfonso stayed drunk until he fell into a state of consciousness and rolled under the table. Zhang Long sighed, left all the remaining wine in the barrel for Fetsuma and Xinbo, and then lay down on the bunk and went to bed early. In a drowsy state, he dreamed of a soft milky white light in front of him slowly wrapping himself in, as warm and safe as his mother's embrace as a child. It's really a feeling that I haven't seen for a long time, since I went to elementary school and started to rank in exams, my mother has never hugged herself who is inferior to other people's children everywhere. This light was so gentle, so quiet, that his heart was filled with happiness, as if he wanted to soothe and heal all the grievances and sorrows he had suffered for so many years. He was so happy that he wanted to cry: he didn't expect this feeling to really appear in a dream, could this be the Holy Light? I really hope that this feeling of peace and quiet will last forever and forever......

However, the next morning, he still had to wake up and continue training for another day. To his astonishment, he had risen earlier than most of the brothers, and the sun had not yet risen. What's even more surprising is that the feeling in the dream is still there, and he feels that inexplicable tranquility and warmth still envelop him, making his whole body and limbs full of strength. The drowsiness when I got up in the past is completely absent today, only the unusually lucid clarity from the bottom of my heart to my eyes.

Zhang Long took the equipment and stood alone on the battlefield, in the morning light, he faintly felt like the king of the world. However, when he deliberately tried to feel whether he could feel the holy light flowing in his body, there was nothing left, this time, he was no longer frustrated, and his mind was much calmer: it was not easy to comprehend to such a level without the guidance of the master, could he really think that he was the ancestor of Sakaram Akarat?

Training, endless training!

Before I knew it, more than a month had passed. Under the hard training, the strength of the three rookie kings, Fei Quma, Zhang Long and Hai Shan, has been improved by leaps and bounds, and Fei Quma finally felt a trace of "fluctuation of battle spirit", and was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and became more attentive to "Master" Xin Bo, attracting the resentful eyes of the champion Ricksat that only Zhang Long could notice. As for Zhang Long himself, he just continued to sleep in the arms of the holy light every day, and then got up in an unusually full spirit, so that he trained harder than usual. But in addition to these, he also has some surprises from time to time.

The little beauty Nadya often comes to chat with him, and it seems that it is really a happy thing to know more than one language. For more than a month, Zhang Long couldn't help but laugh and found that his Russian, no, it should be called Yveglo in this world, the level has skyrocketed, and those superfluous habitual foul words have been swept away under the correction of Nadya's coquettish red face, and he can't hear that he learned it from watching ***, and the harvest is still very big.

However, Zhang Long still kept in mind Rocky's admonition, and deliberately did not get too close to this innocent little girl: the undefeated Gauls in "Spartacus" proved with blood that they should never get involved with women with low IQs!

As the saying goes: raise soldiers for a thousand days, use them for a while. As a gladiator, isn't the day after day of hard training just for the day when you get to the arena? A new competition is finally coming in anticipation. At noon that day, while everyone was eating with their heads down, Kaizon suddenly strode into the cafeteria and announced in a loud voice, "Good news, brethren! Next Monday's annual celebration of the Running Sea will begin, and the time has come for us to make a name for ourselves again. The battle roster will come down tomorrow, but it's certain that Rixat will be playing as a general!"

"Good!" the gladiators shouted loudly, "Rixot, Rixot!"

The champion stood on the table and shouted excitedly: "Haha, no matter who his opponent is, if he touches me, don't want to go back alive!" He shouted heroically, but he glanced at Fitsuma with affection in the corner of his eye, but the barbarian was unaware, his eyes were only full of envy and yearning for the champion, and there was no feeling of admiration at all.

The champion's careful thinking is not expressed for the time being, but Zhang Long knows that the "Benhai Festival" event is of great significance to a gladiator like him who has just taken off his rookie hat: the new Ding battle and the draft battle are all incomplete public preparatory events, although they are very important to the gladiatorial competition system itself, but the general public basically does not see it. In the same way, for new gladiators, only competitions such as the "Running to the Sea Festival" and the "Western Expedition Festival" are the real opportunities for them to let the people know themselves. From this point of view, this will be a time for Zhang Long, Fecma and others to show their level in front of the real crowd, and in this sense, this is the first battle of their real careers!

Fecquama's expression was particularly excited, he patted Zhang Long's shoulder beside him vigorously, and said excitedly, "Great, let the whole Vorsam take a good look at our demeanor!"