At breakfast the next day, in the face of Grentis's provocation, Fiquema behaved surprisingly honestly, and did not reply a word, but drank porridge with his head bored. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he knows the consequences of the brawl, and he also thinks very clearly: only insisting on training to raise the level is serious, and it is really not worth it to lose the opportunity to train for a momentary relief.

Zhang Long regretted that he never had the chance to train against Ricksat again, and the Wasam champion continued to be assigned to the best rookie Phiquma by Kaison, and he was still assigned to Grentis in second place. But fortunately, the water ghost gladiator is a representative of flexible opponents, in fact, Zhang Long has always felt that agility is more important than strength, after all, this is a three-dimensional world, and there is no such thing as "blood". It is terrible to beat a power player who breaks the opponent's bones and tendons, but in terms of actual killing effect, it is often overflowing: it doesn't really take such a big injury to knock down a person, a slight stroke on the neck, a clever stab on the knee or ankle, or even a just right slap on the wrist, or a hard kick to the shin in the head, can make the enemy ineffective. There is no such thing as a "blood cow" in the real world, and no matter how strong a person is, he can't help but strike a precise blow at the weakness of the human body. Of course, the perverted power like Burke's "Heavy Attack" on the Western Expedition that smashes the opponent with a shield is another matter, but he obviously can't take that route, so it's more affordable to honestly follow Glentis to practice his skills.

And just like that, another month passed.

Under the resentful "teaching" of Glintys, who was not so much a mentor as a beating, Zhang Long's fighting awareness improved rapidly, and he was already able to perform four or five rounds under the top water ghost gladiator. And Fetsuma is even more dazzling: he seems to have developed on the path of strength, he has broken at least ten wooden axes in the past month, and Rixat's tower shield has also been split three or four pieces, and the relationship between the two has changed from being inseparable at the beginning to being half teacher and half friend, and often hooking up in and out of the canteen.

Of course, the partners in the sparring were not entirely static, and in order to familiarize the gladiators with the different types of opponents, Kaizon would randomly arrange groups from time to time. Because Zhang Long is currently the only "phalanx" in the family, he is very lucky to have practiced with every gladiator, and what makes him quite pleased is that with the steady improvement of his level, he has gradually begun to lose his predecessors under his hands. Of course, compared to Fecquema, he is still a step behind: that guy can already easily cut down his famous roommate Alfonso in random sparring!

"Cut me down, don't hurt my face!" This Donglu man, who looks like the most handsome Spanish man in the earth film industry, Antonio Banderas, will joke every time he returns to the dormitory: "My face is very useful, in fact, I am not just a gladiator!"

"That's right, it's still the bane of walking!" Simbo, the barbarian of the Bear Tribe, plucked him mercilessly every time. According to the gossip from Hysan's side, Alfonso is quite famous among the broad wives of Wassam, as for the reason...... Naturally, it's something that men know by heart!

Ever since Fecruma had been assigned to a dormitory, Simbo had fallen into the frieze. In the evening, the training maniac was going to pull him in and let him teach him the skills of a barbarian warrior. At first, Xin Bo was quite complacent, but the more times he went, the bigger and bigger, if it weren't for Fetsuma's repeated begging, and even low promises to help him scrub and shave his hair and wash his feet every day, I'm afraid this brute bear would have turned his face long ago!

"I'm an ordinary assault gladiator now!" In the afterglow of the setting sun, Xin Bo picked up the wooden hammer and said helplessly, "I have almost forgotten all the skills of my own clan that I have learned in the tribe, why don't you believe it?

"It's strange ......" Feculma had just been knocked down, and she got up panting: "Do you think I can't see it? Your style of play is completely different from ordinary 'assault', your hammer is very accurate, and it hurts, like you have eyes!"

"That's because our bear tribe plays with blunt weapons!" Xin Bo shook his head and said, "If you have been a warrior in your tribe, you must have made an axe, practice it every day, use it every day, how can you not be familiar with it?"

"Then teach me what you learned in the army!" Ferchuma roared, raising his axe and rushing forward, and Simbo cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, knocking him down again with a hammer.

Zhang Long poked his spear on the side, glancing at them from time to time. As long as Xin Bo was pulled out by Fekchuma to "teach", Zhang Long became an ornament, and he could only be left aside to practice by himself. But it's okay, it's clean, and Xin Bo is a star no matter what, and sometimes it will be beneficial to refer to his style.

He had just poked out the fifteenth straight stab of the night, when suddenly a poker-faced man appeared behind him.

"Long Zhang, you have been summoned. 」

Nervous, he was taken to the council chamber in Isenhard. What's going on?Why are you looking for me?Could it be that Suina is cheating on me?No, she hasn't spoken to me since the first time she threatened me to answer a question, there's no reason to tell me...... With a ghost in his heart, he no longer has the calmness he had when he was summoned last time.

"Long time no see, Long Zhang," Isenhard greeted him warmly, standing at the round table, "Come and sit." 」

Zhang Long sat at the round table unnaturally, Esenhard beckoned, and Nadya came in from the door obediently and poured beer into the cup in front of the two. This was the first time Zhang Long had seen her up close, and he immediately straightened his eyes, and he was dripping down: the Russian-style beauty was his favorite, and this beautiful and plump Yvegro woman was simply designed for his aesthetics! He completely forgot that Isenhard was sitting opposite him, and completely lost his original demeanor.

Nadya naturally saw this honor, and blushed at that time, and quickly retreated with the wine jar in her hand. Esenhard looked at Zhang Long with a smile and coughed vigorously. Zhang Long was so frightened that he suddenly pulled his attention back, looked at the boss's serious face, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: It's over, isn't this death?

"You'd better be self-aware, Nadya isn't something you can approach. Isenhard warned. Of course, Zhang Long greatly understood, and nodded again and again. Esenhard took a sip of his wine and returned to the point: "Listen to Thor, do you know how to read?"

"Yes. Zhang Long admitted. In the Middle Ages, literacy was a luxury for the common people. The privileges of culture and education were monopolized by the aristocracy, and only certain special occupations were possible among the commoners, such as the first scribes of Isenhard. Not to mention slaves, who are close to 100 percent illiterate, it is really rare for Zhang Long to be able to read and write.

"Very well, so you can do things that Hysan can't. Esenhard pondered, and then asked, "What language do you speak besides the lingua franca and the sensai?"

"Ugh...... I'm sorry, master, I don't understand Xiansai......" Zhang Long said ashamedly. It's true, after so long in time, he has long discovered that St. Hugh is a hodgepodge of Cantonese, Japanese, and Korean on the planet, and he was born in northern China and tragically does not understand all three languages.

"You know, I was originally mentally retarded, and I didn't know it would be like this......" Zhang Long quickly added. Esenhard frowned and nodded again. Zhang Long didn't lie, after Thor told him about Zhang Long, he immediately flew the pigeon to contact the slave captain Neobe, and this was indeed the case.

"Other languages...... I speak a little Yvegoflor and Kakistan...... Yveguero also writes simply. Zhang Long added. Yveglo is almost a copy of Russian, Zhang Long learned a lot from watching A/movies, and Kakistani is closer to Spanish, and there are often several characters from Mexico in American dramas, as a dead otaku who is about to drown in various American dramas, even if he hasn't learned it seriously, he can understand some simple sentences.

"Good. Esenhard had an approving look in his eyes, "Sooner or later, I'll make your talent worthwhile." But now you need to keep your feet on the ground, know where you are, and train well. Your future in the arena is fundamental. Kaisong should inform you during training tomorrow that there will be a draft at the East Side Arena next week, and it's time for you to take off your rookie hats. Especially you, as the only gladiator of our family's phalanx, you must fight a good battle with the shame of Luciano's past!"

"Yes, master. Zhang Longcheng agreed with trepidation.

Literacy brings both opportunities and challenges. Unlike the plot of "Spartacus", which is literate, the illiteracy rate of the people in the dark world is at the normal medieval level, which means that if Esenhard wants to achieve his ambitions, it is not enough to rely on Haishan's villain, but also needs at least one literate subordinate, and Zhang Long naturally bears the brunt. He will definitely be reused in the future, but can he cope with those scheming, strategies, and even more unsavory things behind it?

Fortunately, the first priority now is to be a good gladiator. In the draft a week later, he will also do his best to remove the "unsuccessful phalanx" hat for the Isenhards. When he returned to the training ground, the two barbarians were gone, so he raised his spear alone and practiced as hard as he could.

As he was in the middle of his training, he suddenly realized that he was no longer alone: at some point four figures appeared in the stands: Isenhard, Saul and Black and White Shuangshu appeared in the stands. After falling hundreds of heels, Isenhard finally got used to the rhythm of high heels, and his footwork was basically about to graduate. Zhang Long saw with his spare eyes that Saul seemed to be training Isenhard about the details of social etiquette, and he couldn't help but be a little glad when he saw this: a low status has its own humble benefits, compared to hard training, those red tape that can make people's heads bigger, and if you make a small mistake in the social field, you may lose your entire life future and even your life is a real nightmare!