As a result, Long Aotian's plot did not appear. After all the performances in the gladiatorial arena were over, someone came to the arsenal and led Leah into a cage.

[Very good, it looks like I have company.] 】

Lori notices that there are already several slaves in the cage, both male and female, and she has become one of them.

The roll cage takes them to a western-style pavilion, where Leah learns that it was none other than the alchemist that Lilika had mentioned, Kay Bradford.

Lori and the others were assigned to the slaves' quarters. Kay Bradford was one of the most powerful men in the Principality, and even the slaves' rooms were single, much to the girl's satisfaction.

[It is said that Loli has a strong sense of territory, so please pay attention to isolation when raising to prevent fighting.] 】

Leah looked inside the room, thinking about nonsense.

The door was a thick wooden plank with a small window on it, and the door was locked from the outside, so there was no freedom.

There was only one bed in the room, hardwood, covered with a straw-filled blanket.

After confirming that the soldiers guarding outside were also women, Leah was convinced that all the slaves in the area were female slaves. Then, she rolled over and lay down on the bed, slowly entering the dream ......

Toot ——!!!

I don't know how long she slept, but the sound of the horn woke her up.

Little Lori rubbed her eyes, and then stretched slightly. She stepped out of bed, and at the same time, the door was unlocked.

"Come out, eat!"

One of the guards said to her. It seemed to be time for dinner, so she followed the slave girls to the dining room. Said it was a restaurant. Leah, who is a traverser, thinks that even the worst university cafeteria on earth will probably be better than here.

If it is said that the gladiators before the battle can enjoy good food. Then the food on weekdays may be surprising.

[These are these...... What......]

Leah looked at the food on her plate with black lines. To put it simply, it was a bowl of bean porridge. A loaf of bread, and a plate of chutney made with local pickles.

The bread is hard, so hard that it takes a fighting spirit to bite into it. So she had to learn from others, soak it in porridge, drizzle it with chutney, and make a bowl of weird things.

"Forget it...... Eat it. ”

Leah sighed. She understands that now is not the time to pick and choose. The food didn't taste good, but at least it was filling.

When she had finished her bowl, she looked around. What I saw were all slaves, some of them were as new as her, with uneasy expressions, and some old fritters who were used to life, and they were chatting vigorously.

Shortly after the meal, a bald man with tattoos on his head walked in.

"All the newcomers are for me to stand in line outside!! !! quickly"

He stepped forward and shouted at the top of his voice. To put it bluntly, the slaves' dining room was a shed outside the Western-style mansion, so as long as they raised their feet, it didn't take much effort to get to the so-called "outside".

"Lord Bradford bought you back. But if you want me to say...... You're not worthy to be slaves here!"

He ordered the crowd to stand in line. Then take the trail in front of them.

The other party's posture was very similar to Leah's instructor when she was training on Earth, which made her feel very funny. However, little Lori couldn't help laughing, because she knew that the instructor would not whip people. The one in front of me is different.

"My name is Marlock. From today onwards, you will learn how to survive, how to fight, and how to hold on to glory and riches at the Bradford Family's gladiator academy!"

With that, he raised his hand. The whip was whipped on everyone's body.

"But until then, you're going to learn to face pain and death!"

The whip hurt hotly, but Leah understood. Now is not the time to resist, it's the same as entering the army. The beginning of the training is nothing else, but to teach people to obey orders. If there is a complaint at this time, you will only suffer more until you give in, or die.

"Rejoice! You've got a show today!"

As he spoke, he motioned for them to come with him.

"Hey!! are you full!?

Before leaving, the gladiators, who were still gathered in the dining room, smiled and pointed at them as they were being trained.

"Oh!

Someone in the team replied.

"Hey!Did you hear that!?They said they were full!hahahaha——!!!hahahahahaha

For some reason, it made those gladiators laugh.

Marlock led them to a small gladiatorial arena near the Western-style mansion, which was smaller than the slave market and could not be used for games, but ......

"Look, they're slaves who were bought back by Lord Bradford a few months ago. Today, it is their final trial, and if they pass, they will become gladiators, our brothers!"

Mallock said, gesturing to the shackles around his neck, which Leah noticed were engraved with the imprint of a staff and a scepter, symbolizing the Bradford family.

"What if...... What if it fails?"

Someone asked.

"You'll find out right away. ”

Mallock laughed wickedly.

"Let them start!"

As soon as he waved his hand, the guards blew their horns. The gates at both ends of the arena were slowly hoisted, and out of one side came a slave about to be tested, and on the other, a huge beast.

"Galova desert tarantula, we've brought these guys from the far desert to be your examiners. ”

Mallock raised his chin and motioned for the gladiatorial fight to begin.

Leah looked at the slave in the field, who was dressed in chain mail and armed with a two-handed war hammer, and it was obvious in his actions that he had indeed been trained a lot, and he had mastered the fighting spirit.

However......

"Uhhh——!!!h

A few minutes later, screams rang out in the arena, and the desert tarantula ferociously pounced him on his four front legs and bit him on the waist. The thick fangs easily pierced through the chain mail like through a piece of paper.

"He's finished! That's the end of the loser. ”

Mallock pointed to the arena and said:

"As you may know, desert tarantulas, like most spiders, don't bite their prey directly. They inject venom into their prey, causing their internal organs and muscles to melt before sucking them dry...... Look at it!!"

As Mallock said, the slaves watched as the slave began to lose shape from the venom, from a good, large living person to a skin filled with liquid, then sucked dry, and finally mummified.

"Vomit !!"

Someone started vomiting, which made Leah understand why the gladiators were asking if they had eaten enough.

【Bad Taste Performance ......】

Little Lori looked at the field and frowned.

"In a few months, you will also face such a test. Believe me, by then you will want your opponent to be this tarantula, not what is going to appear below. ”

Mallock looked at the vomiting men and smiled viciously. (To be continued.) )

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