Chapter 746 Everyone Loves Sisnatus

"Everyone loved Sisnates, the women were screaming for him, the men were cheering for him, that guy was a legend, and I still remember the last show, the Victor Arena was packed and sold out. It was hard to find, his name was floating in the sky over the whole Rome, and he appeared in front of everyone's attention, with his blond hair flying, like the incarnation of Mars, the god of war, one against six, and with every sword strike, there was an enemy. He fell down in response, and the remaining opponents could only tremble under his majesty..." Marcus said he was so excited that he even couldn't help but dance.

The person in charge of the school had to remind the middle-aged Roman who was immersed in beautiful memories, "But my master, no matter how great the hero is, he will grow old one day, and Sisnatus is no exception. I will not." Deny it, he was indeed an extremely good gladiator when he was young, and even... can be said to be the best gladiator in Rome. But after he became famous, drinking and sex began to drain his body, and in order to sell tickets, we arranged for him Too many battles exceeded his body's recovery speed. As he grew older, his strength declined sharply. There was no problem with the first two championships, but for the third championship, we did make some adjustments to the battle arrangement. , and the last curtain call performance, we all know that those six opponents are just in name..."

"That's enough." Marcus said dissatisfiedly, "Damn it, of course I know what the truth is. I don't need you to remind me. Remember your identity, Gabi!"

"I'm sorry, my master." The school leader immediately fell to his knees.

"I don't care what Cisnates' real strength is, as long as he can make money for me. Since Cisnates retired, my business has not been as good as before. We are not the only gladiator schools in the city. That old bastard Saiyan wants to ride on my neck in his dreams. I heard that he bought a very powerful Thracian from somewhere. That guy has won eleven or twelve games in a row. Now those ladies My wife and I both ran to see that stinking Thracian, we need to find a way to reverse our disadvantage," said Marklus.

"I will do my best."

"No, no, this is not the answer I want, I say it again," Markrus said almost word for word, "I need the next Sisnates! I want it now! I don't care what means you use, no matter what Either through training or some magic, make this damn Germanic man into the next Sisnatus for me."

After saying this, the middle-aged Roman sat down on his seat angrily. His chest kept rising and falling, and he looked a little annoyed when he couldn't get the answer he wanted.

One of the two female slaves next to him rubbed his chest, and the other poured wine for him, but he knocked the wine glass to the ground with a wave of his hand, and the bloody wine splashed out. Falling everywhere.

Being disturbed like this, Marcus no longer had any desire to review any more, and said to the person in charge of the school, "That's it for today. I have invested in this group of newcomers as you said. This is a large amount." Money, do you know how I accumulated my current net worth? Because I never do business at a loss, so I give you 50 days, Gabby, when I ask you the same question again in 50 days, in order Hello, I hope I can get the answer I want."

"Yes, my master." The head of the school knelt on the ground like this.

And when Marcus stood up again with the help of the slave girl and was about to leave, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

"Uh...can you give me some time, Master? I have a few words to say to you. It won't take too long."

"Huh?" Marcus turned his head and saw Varro walking out of the crowd. He frowned and said, "Boy, you'd better have a good reason, because I'm in a bad mood."

Varro's scalp felt numb when he heard this. Of course he also knew that Marcus was in a bad mood, but Marcus generally didn't care much about preparing for the gladiators, so he only came to see him on the first day of school, and wanted to see him again later. I'm afraid it will be the day of the assessment for him.

"Please allow me to introduce myself first." Varro gritted his teeth.

Marcus raised his chin and said, "Go ahead."

"I am Varro, the antique dealer on Mule Street..." Varro paused here, expecting to see an expression similar to surprise on Marcus's face.

However, the latter just said casually, "What then?" It seemed that he had not heard of Varro's name.

Varolo was a little disappointed, but quickly recovered his mood and continued, "I think your people may have made a mistake when they bought me. I have excellent business talents, especially in the antique industry. , my father is a very famous antique dealer, and I am the same. I just heard you say that you hope to make more money, then I think I am exactly the talent you need, as long as you can invest in me. With money, I can use my talents..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Marcus, "Let me ask you a question, Val, if you are really as profitable as you claim, why are you standing here?"

There was a burst of laughter among the slaves, and Varro's face turned red. "This was an accident. I invested in a business other than antiques, and then my partner unfortunately encountered a thief. I had to lose a lot of money." Money.”

"This all makes sense..." Marcus nodded.

"Has everything been explained?" Varro asked puzzled.

"It's okay. I know your situation. I will find someone to verify what you said. But before that, focus on the matter in front of you and do me a favor and train well, okay, Val? "

"Actually, my name is Varo... In addition, everyone in Mule Street knows about me. Anyone can ask me about it. It's very simple."

"Are you teaching me how to do things, Val?" Markrus lowered his face, rubbed the emerald ring with his index finger, and said impatiently.

"No, Master." Varro lowered his head.

"Very good, just like I said, I already know what you said. Someone will inform you when there is a result. Just do your own thing and wait patiently." Markrus said and ignored Wa. Luo, his figure disappeared from the balcony.

It was only then that the kneeling school superintendent stood up from the ground. He first glanced at Varro. His gaze was a little strange, like looking at a roasted suckling pig on a shelf, mixed with a hint of sympathy. .

Varro was also a little baffled. He felt that although his adventure did not bring in immediate investment, he basically got the results he wanted. If nothing else happened, his days in the gladiator school had already entered a countdown. As long as Mark Ruth is not stupid, and after finding out his identity, he will quickly get him out of here and let him do what he is best at, so when he returned to the team, he happily said to Zhang Heng, "I succeeded. "

However, Zhang Heng didn't mean to congratulate him. He just said, "If life in the countryside is really as bad as you said, I think you'd better consider taking the next training seriously."