The Colosseum of Tistu, located in the southwest corner of Marz-Greburg, occupies a large area and is divided into two parts: above ground and underground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe ground is where the slaves perform duels, and the underground is where the slaves live and train.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ronald would have found it hard to believe that a building of this scale could be built at the level of architecture in this world.

A dungeon-like building!

After signing the employment contract with the Prescott family, Ronald has received a commission of 4,000 gold coins, and the remaining half will be liquidated after half a year, of course, if there is an accident during this half year, then the remaining 4,000 gold coins will be refused to be paid as compensation.

All members of the Winter Mercenary Group have moved into the Tistu Gladiatorial Arena, although they also live underground, but after all, unlike those slaves, their living environment is still very good.

At least absolutely clean.

In the employment contract, the Winter Mercenaries are stationed as guards, and Ronald is the head of the guards, responsible for all security matters in the Colosseum for half a year.

Of course, the Colosseum of Tistu, which can bring huge profits, will not be managed by the head of the guard, and in the management level of Ronald, there is also a director who is responsible for training slaves and arranging matches.

The other supervisor was named Dibo, a fat man in his forties, with a bald head, a beer belly, white and tender skin, and he looked very rich, no matter who he looked at, he looked like he was smiling.

If you are not familiar with him, you will definitely be deceived by his appearance. But before coming here, Timos had already told Ronald some information that was not a secret.

For example, this Dipo has a nickname - Dipo the femme fatale!

After arranging the accommodation of the group members, Ronald went to his room, which was divided into two floors, the inside was the accommodation, and the outside was the place to work.

The so-called work is to arrange the personnel of the guards in the gladiatorial arena every day. Where and how many people are arranged, which team is responsible for guarding, which team can rest, and which team is ready for the next shift......

However, the Colosseum of Tistu has been built for 200 years, and the regulations are so perfect that Ronald does not need to worry about it at all. You just have to keep going according to the old rules and you won't go wrong.

And, to put it bluntly, the Prescott family hired them here for nothing more than their strength, not their management skills.

However, even if he is a guard, Ronald still has a lot of power in the Colosseum of Tistu, at least a copy of the daily program schedule must be sent to him in advance for his reference and change the plan at any time.

For example, today's show is a duel between two slaves with bronze strength, so Ronald must arrange enough to suppress the strength of these two bronze guards.

Otherwise, once there is an accident, the responsibility is great, and no one can afford it.

Two bronze slaves duel...... When he saw this program list, Ronald was also shocked, and even thought that there was an accident in a certain link. It wasn't until he personally confirmed it that he found that the foundation and strength of the Tistu Gladiatorial Arena were far beyond his imagination.

There were more than 200 slaves in the entire gladiatorial arena, and the vast majority of them were defeated soldiers and even officers who were purchased from slave markets across the country in the name of the Colosseum.

There are also very few mercenaries or thieves who have committed crimes and have been deprived of their civilian status under the laws of the Principality.

Among them, there are more than a dozen bronze rank alone, and the one that shocked Ronald the most was a silver-level knight who was purchased from the foreign slave market three months ago!

It is said that when the two countries were at war, he was defeated and captured, and because his loyal lord was defeated and executed by the king, no one paid a ransom for him, and he was finally branded as a slave and sent to the slave market to trade.

Ronald had long known that there was a slave buying and selling system in this world, but seeing with his own eyes a silver-level knight who was branded as a slave and put in the gladiatorial arena for life and death duel for entertainment, Ronald still felt uncomfortable.

This discomfort is not because of the existence of slavery, but because a silver-level knight will be reduced to a slave one day...... And what about himself?

originally thought that he had been promoted to the silver level, even if he was not considered a high-end combat power in this world, but it was enough to protect himself. Now it seems that this idea is too naïve.

The Prescott family is only one of the noble lords in the Duchy of Lomons, and the Duchy of Lomons is not the top among the many countries on the continent in terms of territory, economy, or military strength.

Since the Colosseum of Tistu can use a silver-level slave, what about the more powerful aristocratic forces, and what kind of terrifying strength and heritage should they have?

Thinking about it, among the top aristocratic families in the mainland, it is likely that even the gatekeepers are silver-level, and the traveling guards are all gold-level...... A layer of cold sweat suddenly oozed from Ronald's head.

One silver, a dozen bronze...... Is it really a very powerful force?

Think of the silver-tier knight who was imprisoned in the prison at the bottom of the Tistu Gladiatorial Arena......

Thinking of standing behind Fei Rui, the silver-level deacon who lowered his eyebrows and always showed a kind smile......

Ronald felt a sense of threat that he had never felt before.

"Cullen!" Ronald shouted as he knocked the bell in front of the table.

Outside the door, Cullen hurriedly pushed the door in: "Regiment leader?"

"Go and call everyone to me, I have something to say...... It's all but Duruna!" Ronald said with a serious expression.

Cullen didn't know what was going on, but looking at Ronald's expression, he knew it must be tricky.

Not daring to delay time, Cullen hurriedly ran out.

It wasn't long before a cacophony of footsteps was heard outside the door, and Cowan and Cullen were the first to enter the room, followed by fourteen Bronze-class members.

Fortunately, Ronald's house was big enough, but it was also packed with them.

"Shut up and listen to me!" Ronald didn't give them a chance to ask, and said with a straight face.

"First, I'll give you a mantra now, after you learn it, you must insist on cultivating every day, you can't slack off, whoever dares to be lazy, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

Ronald's eyes swept over their faces, and they were stunned at first, and then they all showed excited looks. Who has not seen the magic of Ronald in the audience, who can instill in their minds what they do not know with just a flick of their head with the palm of their hand.

Now Ronald is saying that to give them a new mantra, how can they not be excited and excited.

As for laziness and slackness...... Although they are born as bandits, their brains are not stupid, they all know that this is their chance to turn over, with the cultivation method of fighting spirit and swordsmanship that they couldn't think of before, they can't practice hard every day, who will be lazy?

Looking at their expressions, Ronald also knew that he didn't need to urge them to practice every day, as long as they were enterprising, they would never give up such a good opportunity.

"The mantra I taught you this time is called 'Vajra is not bad divine skill', which is a breathing method specially used to strengthen the flesh and body, you practice diligently every day, and sooner or later you will train your muscles to the extent that they are still strong compared to the armor!"

When they heard this, they immediately gasped.

Can you train your body to the point that your heavy armor is still strong?

But then, their faces showed eager looks, and they all felt extremely anticipatory to this unimaginable breathing method.

"Before I give you the mantra, I want to say a second thing. Ronald leaned on the table with his arms folded around his chest: "From today onwards, each of you will participate in the slave competition in the Colosseum of Tistu!"

As soon as Ronald said this, the people in the room changed color, and many of them even turned pale.

"Commander, the Colosseum is a slave field, and you let us ...... As a slave?" one of the members of the group asked in a hoarse voice, incredulous.

Although they were bandits before, they were still free people after all, so how could they be willing to become slaves?

Not only these people, but even Cullen, who was full of loyalty, turned pale at this time, and even his body trembled slightly.

"Not to make you slaves, but to make you participate in the contest with those slaves. Ronald turned around, picked up a stack of plans on the table, and shook them in front of everyone, "Do you know what this is?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"This is the schedule of the Colosseum of Tistu for the next month, where there will be at least one match every day, from life-and-death battles for ordinary slaves, to duels for bronze slaves, and even ...... An iron prison match between a Silver knight and seven bronze slaves at the same time!"

Ronald slammed the plans on the table, gritted his teeth and said, "Most of these slaves are soldiers and officers who were defeated and captured in the war. They are in their twenties younger, and older ones are even in their forties...... Everyone has a wealth of experience in actual combat and fighting!"

"For example, this slave nicknamed 'The Lion' has been purchased into the Colosseum of Tistu for two years and has participated in more than a hundred competitions...... And nearly half of them are life-and-death fights!"

"Do you know how much his ticket to a life-and-death fight is? Two gold coins! Five hundred seats, every time they are full...... Because he likes to tear his opponent's body into pieces after victory, like a lion biting his prey. ”

"Not counting his record before he became a slave, in this Tistu Colosseum alone, there are 17 people of the bronze rank who died at his hands!"

"There's an exhibition match about him tomorrow, but the tickets were sold out four days ago!"

"Everyone in this room is bronze-ranked, but which of you is sure that you can easily defeat him?"

Ronald's gaze swept over the crowd, and then glared fiercely at Cowen's face, who was about to open his mouth to retort.

Cowan himself is talented, and Ronald bought rock armor and iron cloth shirts, plus the dragon slaying spear, if he can't win, he just find a rope to hang himself.

Cowan pursed his lips and lowered his head to speak.

Kulun's expression was excited, and his face turned red: "Commander, I understand what you mean, you want us to accumulate some actual combat experience here, right?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then their faces showed a look of eagerness. As long as they don't sell themselves to the gladiatorial arena and become slaves.

"Captain, this is a gladiatorial arena after all, and we don't have slave status, will they agree to arrange for us to participate in the competition?" asked one of the regimentals.

Ronald had a confident look on his face: "You can rest assured about this, I will personally go and talk to Dipo in charge." ”

Dipo, the femme fatale, is known for his ruthless methods of managing slaves, and is equally famous for his greed for money and lust......