Miss Severia's delicate features will captivate every man who sees her, the purple scarf with gold trim is casually draped over her shoulders, her snow-white skin looms among the silk clothes, and the noble temperament cultivated by the elite education of the nobility of the empire since childhood, so that everyone who comes back to their senses will involuntarily combine her with the image of Venus, the goddess of beauty.

Tina, known as the pearl of Lacales, pales in comparison to Severia, and although her appearance is considered rare, it is still difficult to compare with Miss Severia from Rome, whose land has given her only ominous gray hair and dark green eyes.

But in the eyes of every Lacales, the lively and approachable Tina is tantamount to the legendary elf.

And it was precisely because Old Man Ram knew what kind of character Brutum was that he made a move to beat him.

In the eyes of old Ram, Tina is not a high-ranking princess, but on the old man's day a few years ago, with an innocent smile, she gave him a pair of her own granddaughters who carefully sewed leather gloves.

Oddly enough...... How did they come, it has been almost three years since the herald of Flavies came to Lacales, and in these three years dozens of gladiatorial fights have been held, although he did not appear every time, but it was the first time that his daughter had come to watch the gladiatorial fights.

You know, Flavies is also considered to have royal blood, and her grandmother is the sister of the grandfather of the current emperor of the Roman Empire.

The nouveau riche and the low-level aristocrats who had just entered Rome did not know what etiquette was - only those families would have such unreserved women appear, showing their heads in a bloody place like the gladiatorial arena.

Of course, if it was a large gladiatorial fight organized by the Roman Imperial Family, those women and the families behind them would not have so many scruples.

On the contrary, gladiators who performed well won their favor, and those who survived each gladiatorial fight were mostly recruited by those families after they were freed, and a very few who were reasonable in appearance and figure were bought by the clients of some noble lady and became their secret lovers.

Old Ram shook his head and looked back at the gladiatorial arena.

This is not Rome, and Tina is not a Roman...... As for Miss Severia, he didn't bother to care.

The second was continued under the auspices of the gladiatorial arena manager, and it was still a slave against a beast, and this slave disappointed the people present, he had no fighting spirit, and he even looked a little thin, which made the gamblers who bet before the gladiatorial fight scream.

Luckily, he wasn't facing a rip lion, just a brown bear that had just grown up.

Subsequently, during the gladiatorial fight, the manager of the gladiatorial arena made a gushing speech that the slave had been an experienced hunter before his arrest...... After a fierce fight, the slave plunged the broken blade into the back of the brown bear's head, and the gladiatorial fight ended.

The third, the favorite of the Lacalles, slave versus slave, is also what they call the warrior gladiatorial duel, a copycat version of the duel of the Western aristocracy......

......

Gladiatorial battles were fought one after another, and the whole gladiatorial arena resounded from time to time with cheers, shouts and curses, and of course there was no shortage of desperate howls of gladiators, slaves or wild beasts before they died.

I have to say that Brutum's intelligence is still somewhat useful, after more than a dozen gladiatorial fights, most of his predictions are accurate, the only thing that makes people dissatisfied is that this gladiatorial fight was arranged in a mess, you know, the gladiatorial fight with the centurion as the protagonist is usually used as the finale.

However, that didn't stop Rahm from rekindling his faith in Brutum once again, and Rahm Sr. also asked Brutum why he didn't bet on these games, and Brutum only replied with six words each time.

"Because the odds are too small. ”

You know, take the second hand, slave vs. beast, the odds of winning are as high as one to three, and the bet can only be placed before each gladiatorial fight, but if those gamblers hear these so-called gossip, the odds are very likely to become three to one.

Old Rahm really couldn't understand what Brutum was thinking.

Finally, in the last battle, the manager of the gladiatorial arena threw an inquiring look at the herald on the high seat, and after receiving the affirmation of the other party, he turned around, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Finally, this month, and the last gladiatorial fight of the year!

Ticket sellers roamed around the arena, selling tickets with the words "man" and "beast" written on them in Lacales, and were bound to rip out the last copper from the gamblers.

It is very rare that almost everyone bets on "people", and only a very small number of crazy gamblers choose to bet on "beasts". Brutum is one of them.

Old Ram suddenly noticed that three chairs had been added to the high place at some point, and on the chairs were three old men in purple robes with gold rimmed, with silver crosses hanging from their chests, each with a scepter in his hand.

Behind them, each of them were two papal knights in ornate armor.

"Isn't this the bishop of the Holy See? What are they doing here? Are these bastards trying to desecrate our faith......" Old Ram whispered to himself.

The arrival of the bishop was obviously somewhat unusual. In the Holy See, there is no bishop who is willing to let go of the rich and oily diocese, but come to La Calles, a place where birds don't.

The bishop sitting in the center seemed to notice something, and he moved his gloomy gaze to Old Ram.

Old Ram suddenly felt his eyelids jump wildly, pretended to be drunk, and poured another sip of wine.

"The protagonist of this gladiatorial fight, one side, is the Tobel deer that we have never won!"

"On the other side, it's the Black Death!"

The deliberately elongated sound did not have the desired effect, and the entire gladiatorial arena fell silent.

"Ahem!"

All eyes turned to the High Seat, the deliberate coughing sound of LaCales' herald.

Flavies stood up and looked around, a magnetic voice echoing through the arena.

"Yesterday, on the outskirts of Lacales, our Miss Pearl Tina, and my daughter Severcia found this 'Black Death' while hunting!" Flavies slowed down, and continued: "In order to avoid being punished by the gods, and to avoid misunderstanding among the believers of the Lord, I informed Bishop Corrando yesterday, he takes this very seriously, and also believes that there will be no 'Black Death' in Lacales......"

Flavies' explanation gradually calmed the people in the gladiatorial arena, and then everyone held their breath - the "Black Death", the group of fellows who originally called themselves the Holy Family, were not extinct under the siege of the Kingdom Alliance and the Roman Empire, as well as the Holy See and the Roman gods?

The iron fence under the gladiatorial arena opened again, and the mascot of the Magnolia Festival of La Calles, the Tobel deer, came to the arena with light steps, and unexpectedly, the herbivorous monster of the Tobel deer was still walking unhurriedly in the blood-soaked gladiatorial arena, pacing back and forth, as if this was the Star Lake outside Lacales.

On the opposite side of it, two slaves carried a thin figure and threw it to the ground.

"This ...... Where is it?"

"Damn it, 'Black Dead'!"

"Oh my God, I'm going to be nagged by that stinky again when I go back. ”

......

"Stinky boy, you...... You're right!" Old Rahm slapped Brutum excitedly, and the old blacksmith's strong slap made Brutum almost vomit a mouthful of blood.

Old Ram seemed to remember something, hurriedly put down the wine bottle in his hand, drew an irregular cross on his chest with his right hand, and then said in his mouth: "Tula, dear old Tula, you have been favored by Pluto (the Roman god of the underworld), please do not return to the human realm!"

Brutum pursed his lips and didn't care about him, Pruto was the god of the Roman underworld, and it was the habit of the church to draw crosses, and if the gods really appeared, I am afraid that the first thing would be to throw Old Ram into the Mediterranean Sea to feed the sharks!

But in the blink of an eye, thinking of the horror of Grandma Tula, Brutum struck a spirit, and hurriedly prayed to the gods in his heart that old Ram's words would be fulfilled.

Brutum looked at the "Black Death" in the arena and couldn't help but sigh. It was a boy not much older than him, with the same appearance as the legendary "Black Death", with ominous black hair, black eyes, and a face that was different from ordinary people.

From Brutum's position, the Black Death Apostle's appearance could still be barely seen, he was now covered in wounds and blood everywhere.

Yes, he's a girl, his skin is very delicate, and he has a fight with Miss Severia who sits next to the supreme position, and with his very delicate appearance, Brutum suddenly has an idea - if that "Black Death" is a woman, throwing away his "Black Death" identity, it is still very in line with his own aesthetics!

Out of his habit of stealing chickens and dogs in Lacales for many years, Brutum subconsciously looked at the "Black Death" outfit, and then he frowned.

The "Black Death" was dressed very similarly to them, but he had an indescribable feeling that something was different, and suddenly he slapped his head - he remembered. Fabrics! Fabrics for clothes! It was a fabric that he had only seen on the Roman aristocracy, and he had the impression that only the clothes of the nobles who came out of Rome could be comparable to those worn by him, right?

So, this is an aristocracy?

Just when Brutum was wondering, suddenly, a sharp pain struck, causing him to fall directly to the ground and almost fall to the ground!

Old Ram was not aware of Brutum's unusual condition, and he was still muttering something in his mouth.

"Hurt ......"

After a few moments, "Brutum" tried to open his eyes...... The right eye opened with difficulty, but the left eye was numb.

It may be that the consciousness is gradually waking up, and the sound is slowly ringing in the ears, a noisy sound.

"This ...... Where is it?"

"Brutum" couldn't help but say it, and "he" looked dazed.