Eventually, Rosie sold for 17,000 gold coins to a boss from Corgi City. Although nominally a slave, the treatment he enjoyed along the way might put some wealthy merchants to shame. From the first moment he came out of the fence, he was taken to a very gorgeous bath, the water of the bath mixed with milk and red wine was a luxury, and the young girl rubbed his whole body with coarse salt.

After that, he changed into a neat white robe, put on calfskin shoes, ate a lavish feast worth three gold coins, sat in a carriage drawn by four horses, and enjoyed the service of a maid.

And Rosie also figured out the ins and outs of herself, as well as the superficial information of this world.

It's a very chaotic world, and the vast expanse of the land seems to never be boundless, and even if some lakes appear that are large enough to be called seas, they are actually just lakes.

The gods rule this world, the gods are not united, the gods also have their own camps, preferences, and dislikes, and more than a dozen groups of gods launch divine wars from time to time on this unsinkable land. Countless mortals fought to their deaths to curry favor with the gods they believed in.

Rossi came from a post-war battlefield where he was taken as cargo by the slave traders who flocked to him in the victorious countries, thrown into wagons and brought back to the slave market to be sold. Fenced slaves are displayed like fine goods, often with a high value, and if they cannot be sold at a higher price in a short time, they are likely to be dragged out into the street for discounting, and if they still can't be sold, they will be sent to a pit to toil to death.

Male ** subordinates, such as Rosie, most of them will become gladiators. They are trained and thrown into the arena to please the beings and the gods with their blood and lives. The weaker ones will become beastfighters, and gain the right to survive by fighting various beasts and even monsters.

Don't think that the gods are just a good wish, the gods are real, and even sometimes some very famous gladiators will walk down from the mountain of the gods and sit in the audience to watch the gladiatorial fight with the general public. Those gladiators who were very famous often had a high social status, even more noble than some officials, and many gladiators were even received and blessed by the gods.

This is this bizarre world, a world where the gods walk on the earth.

Rosie was silent after understanding, he was powerless to resist now, so he could only go with the flow, but fortunately, the boss who bought him was not a brutal person, his name was Proswan, he ran a team of gladiators, and the purpose of coming here was to make the final personnel replenishment for the upcoming Winter Gladiatorial Tournament.

Proswan spent almost all of his savings in order to buy Rossi's ownership, and if Rossi could not give him a good result in the Winter Gladiatorial Tournament, his club could go bankrupt next year, and he himself would most likely be sold as a slave because he could not pay off some debts. Rossi was his last and only hope.

There are no trains or electricity in this world, but there is a system that is different from that of the scientific society. The presence of the Leaping Circle greatly shortens the journey, and the Charged Lights light up the entire world.

From the city of Epprius to the city of Corgi, a total of seven leaping circles were passed, for which Provence spent one hundred and forty gold coins, which was also a lot of money, but fortunately, compared to Rossi's worth, he still spent this little money.

After coming out of the Flying Circle of Corgi City, a hot breath came to his face, and the whole city seemed to be put in a furnace, obviously much warmer than the previous cities. Even Rosie, who doesn't sweat easily, sweats profusely as soon as he enters the city. He kept wiping his sweat and asked suspiciously, "Why is it so hot here? Are we already far from the last city?"

Provence laughed, and the man in his forties laughed heartily, and he pointed to a dangerous peak outside the city, which rose into the sky and rose from the ground, and said: "There is a god of fire living on the mountain, so the temperature here is a little higher than in other places, and you will get used to it after a long stay." ”

Rossi was amazed to see that the abrupt mountain peak was towering into the sky, and the top of the mountain was shrouded in thick clouds, as if it had been seen somewhere. Waves of heat radiate down from the top of the mountain, like rippling water, and the closer you get to the peak, the higher the temperature.

Along the way, Provence constantly greeted passers-by, and it seemed that he had some fame in the city, and even some archons with crowns would greet Provence cordially, and they would also greet Rossi.

"I'm the last gladiator club operator in the city, and if I fail in the end, Corgi will be completely destroyed. Provence smiled and patted his chest, "but as long as I can breathe, I will do my best to keep the club running." In addition, I have to tell you that I will send you to school the day after tomorrow, and you will have to systematically learn some things about gladiators. ”

Gladiators are a very special group, gladiatorial tournaments are also given a religious nature, in the eyes of the public, gladiatorial tournaments are sacred, and the gladiators on the field are also sacred, they represent not only a club, but also the face of a city, and even the face of a god. Therefore, gladiators also have a very strict process in terms of training, and gladiators who have not graduated cannot become real gladiators to participate in the competition, and only those gladiators who have truly graduated can participate in the annual gladiatorial competition.

Rosie has no complaints about this. He clenched his fists, since he had come to this world, there was nothing on his body, and he didn't know the way back, so he started by liberating his freedom.

Spend a day in the city of Corgi and get to know the club of Provence, a small club with two gladiators...... , as well as more than a hundred gladiators who have already died. Provence had a very problematic vision, or rather, the slave owners and slave traders were very good at selling, and in any case he would always buy slaves that looked wonderful, but were in fact straw bales.

These slaves spent a lot of money on all kinds of equipment, sent them to training, and even bought some more female slaves to serve them, but as soon as they came on the field, they died, and countless expenses became waste.

The only two remaining gladiators, who were not very strong, one of whom had already fought more than thirty fights but had been staggering in the qualifiers, decided to keep him from playing and let him be used as a teacher to pass on his experience. The other one played seven games in two years, and last year he was very lucky not to be executed, and it is said that many people bet on him to lose, and he made many people make money, so everyone finally pardoned him.

In general, the clubs of Provence are poor and white.