After the strong man explained to Barron, Barron noticed the two guards standing at the gate of the courtyard, they were staring at Barron, they had already drawn half of their swords, and as soon as Barron stepped further, these guards would decisively kill Barron, which was Sherlock's own rule.

"We're leaving, little ghost, we'll have to go around the side to the back dungeon. This little ghost, what a mute, is here waiting for the master to arrange for you. ”

Barron didn't know what he was going to do, and after glancing at the golden courtyard again, he followed the three strong men to the path to the dungeon.

At that moment, Sherlock suddenly stopped, pushed the two women in his hand away, and walked straight towards Barron.

"Alright, you three go back first, I need to talk to my newly bought blade."

When the three strong men heard Sherlock's metaphor to Barron, they all had a look of surprise in their eyes, because the word "blade" was the name given to the gladiator by the slave owner.

"Yes...... But, master, he's still a little ghost. ”

"I'll cut out your tongue and feed the pigs."

"Forehead ......"

Seeing that Sherlock was a little angry, the three strong men immediately knelt on the ground on their knees and buried their heads to the lowest.

"Good...... Okay, we got it, master. ”

Although the three strong men quickly disappeared under Sherlock's nose, Barron still felt the malicious look from the three strong men.

Barron didn't care what the slaves thought of him, and although he was just a child, he was used to these looks.

Sherlock crossed his hands on his hips, looked at the slave in front of him who didn't know anything, and wanted to kick him in the head, but he really loved the fierceness in the eyes of this slave, he had hundreds of slaves, and there were naturally many children, but it was the first time that Sherlock had seen a child like Barron who looked imposing at a glance.

"Barron, do you know what I bought you for?"

Barron was asked a little dazed, how did he know what he was here for, he was still a civilian in the morning, and now he was a second-hand slave. Barron looked at Sherlock carefully with his little eyes and shook his head slowly.

Sherlock stepped forward, and Barron was instantly alert, clenching his fists and making an attack stance. The surrounding guards immediately surrounded him, and they all drew their swords and rushed towards Barron.

Are these guards really trying to protect Sherlock? It's just that he wants to earn a performance in front of his master, so that Sherlock can remember him, or reward him.

Sherlock slapped his leg and laughed, pushing away the guards who had come to protect him.

"Very good, I like your ruthlessness very much, come on little ghost, I tell you, I want you to be my blade, kill other people's slaves in the gladiatorial arena, and then earn a lot of money for Lao Tzu."

"Gladiator?"

"Ah, yes, although your father was a sword fighter, he did the same thing as a gladiator, a cub of a sword fighter, how many eyeballs can you bring me back in the gladiatorial arena."

Barron didn't answer Sherlock, but the fierce light in his eyes was noticeably fiercer when he heard his father. Sherlock knew that every gladiator would have a goal, and only by giving them hope would they fight for themselves in the gladiatorial arena.

There were dozens of gladiators, and their goals were different, some wanted women, some wanted to drink, some wanted food, some wanted all, and some wanted freedom. Sherlock set a standard for each of his gladiators, and for every twenty eyeballs, or ten consecutive victories, he would fulfill one of the gladiator's wishes, except, of course, freedom.

Sherlock crouched down and looked at Barron, who was full of hostility, "What do you want?" ”

"Huh?"

Barron never thought about this question, he always asked his father what was left in the house and what he wanted. I can't even think of this topic.

After thinking of his father again, Barron tightened his teeth, he looked up at Sherlock with fierce eyes, no longer thinking about it, and said directly.

"I want my father to die, let him die in front of me, I want him to bleed in front of me."

The people around them were silent, and even those who passed by stopped, they couldn't believe that the words came from the mouth of a childish child.

But Sherlock smiled very distortedly, in his eyes, there are three kinds of people in the world who are the most dangerous, the elderly, women, and children, because they can make the opponent let down their guard and give the opponent a fatal blow, and among these three people, children are the best to use.

Killing a pariahs is as easy for Sherlock as stepping on an ant, even for the strongest sword fighter ever. He looked at Barron with a wicked smile and spread his hand towards the maid behind him, and said to Barron at the same time.

"Yes, I will set a goal for you, as long as you come back from the gladiatorial arena with the eyeballs of twenty people, I will make your father kneel in front of you, and when the time comes, I will put the dagger in your hand with my own hands, and then let you kill him myself."

Sherlock's words echoed in Barron's ears so much that he wanted to go to the Colosseum and gouge out the eyes of the twenty unlucky ones.

Barron hated his father so much, and before Barron was sold, he may not have realized how much he hated his father, but after Baron sold Barron, Barron turned away with great disgust, which made Barron sober up, and it turned out that he had begun to hate his father since the night his mother left.

"Good!"

Young Barron didn't know what the arena was like, but Sherlock's reward was tempting. Although Barron didn't need him to say yes or no as a slave, Sherlock wanted to hear his warrior say yes to him.

Just as Barron finished speaking, the maid behind Sherlock placed a red-hot iron skewer into Sherlock's hand, and at the end of the iron skewer was a unique symbol of the Sherlock family.

Suddenly, Sherlock's eyes froze, and he said to the guard next to him, "Hold him down." ”

Barron just doesn't like to talk, he's not stupid, anyone with a discerning eye knows what he's trying to do, he struggles to escape from here, but with such a young child, two adults have already restrained him to death.

Sherlock didn't immediately put a sign on Barron, but stood up and looked at Barron coldly.

"It seems that I still have to teach you the consciousness of being a slave." Sherlock raised his foot and kicked Barron hard in the stomach, and Barron instantly fell to his knees and retched in pain, as if he was going to vomit all his internal organs. Before Barron could react, Sherlock kicked up again, and at this foot, Barron fainted.