Chapter 749 Assigning Occupations

Carrying wood was just the beginning. After that, everyone performed sprint training, weight training, mobility training, and some one-on-one basic exercises until the sun was about to set and everyone was tired and exhausted. Gabby finally announced the first day The training comes to an end.

Some of the preparatory gladiators who had reached their limit staggered when they heard this, and fell directly to the ground, not even wanting to move a little finger. Among them was Varo, and when Varo looked at Zhang Heng, he found that the latter Although he was sweating profusely and steaming, his breathing was still very steady.

Sweat flowed down his chest, and it seemed to have given him a golden coating under the afterglow of the setting sun. Zhang Heng's muscles looked a little special. His body was not as strong as those big guys. This is also the reason why most people easily ignore him when they first see him, but every muscle under the clothes is very well-proportioned, and put together like a precise instrument.

He stretched out a hand to Varro, "You'd better get up quickly, or you'll be hungry. Don't expect those guys to be kind enough to leave food for us."

Varro looked around and realized that almost everyone on the training ground had left. Those who were too tired to move at all were also carried away by their companions.

"Thank you." Varro took another deep breath, grabbed Zhang Heng's hand, and stood up from the ground, "The good news is...if everything goes well, I won't have to participate in this damn training tomorrow. By the way, before you What do you mean I didn’t doubt what happened to me?”

"Before I answer your question, why don't you answer my question first," Zhang Heng said, "Will your slave trader friend do business at a loss?"

"Of course not. Chickpea is recognized as a smart person, and he has many connections. Even if he is not the most astute slave trader, he is not far away." Varro said.

"I remember you told me that the average price of a gladiator slave was two thousand sesterces, but the price you sold for chickpeas was two thousand five hundred sesterces, because you have the talent to do business. , and then Chickpea sold you to the Gladiator School..."

"Yes, what do you want to say?"

"So, there are two possibilities, either Chickpea did not lose money and sold you to Gladiator School for a price higher than 2,500 sesterces, but in this case the school should know very well what your value is. , I would never have sent you here in the first place, or..."

Zhang Heng paused, "He sold you here at a normal or even lower price, and as you said, he won't lose money, so there must be someone behind the scenes to help him pay for it, and this means Well, my Roman friend, it was no accident that you were sold here, and what’s even worse is that since the other party has done such a thing, they will definitely not forget that you can leave here through your business talents, so there is There is reason to believe that the other party has also been prepared for this. Finally, judging from Markrus’s attitude towards you before, I think he is probably one of the insiders. "

Varro was so dizzy by Zhang Heng's analysis that he subconsciously opened his mouth to refute the other party, but he didn't know where to start.

In the end, he just said, "You don't understand me at all, nor do you understand what happened to me. You have never even been to Rome before this, so I think you should stop guessing about things you don't understand. I just need to finish eating The last meal here, and a good sleep. As soon as I open my eyes the next morning, I will be able to leave this hellish place and never come back again, so don’t tell me about any conspiracy over and over again. , this world is not as dark as you think, we should be kind..."

"What you said makes sense." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Varro didn't hear Zhang Heng's words clearly.

"We should have good intentions...that makes perfect sense."

"Are you... laughing at me?" Varro was a little doubtful.

"No, I greatly admire those who are willing to look at the world with kindness. Moreover, my Roman friends, if we don't go to dinner, we may not even be able to drink soup." Zhang Heng said helplessly.

"Oh oh oh, then leave quickly. Don't worry. My previous promise is still valid. When I regain my freedom, I will find a way to get you out of here."

"Thank you, but for now, I'd like to stay here for a while."

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A week passed in the blink of an eye. The life of a preparatory gladiator was very simple. There were only three things every day, and that was training, training, and training.

The repeated basic exercises are so boring that it makes people doubt their life. At the same time, after each exercise, there is a feeling that all the strength of the whole body has been drained. However, no one dared to be lazy, because even though the training plan had been formulated, Gabby would still be there in person every day.

It can be seen that Gabi attaches great importance to this group of newcomers. Some people also secretly asked the guys who had passed the assessment to become official gladiators. According to those guys, although their training was very hard at the time, it was not as hard as this. To a certain extent, this probably belongs to Gabi’s extra care for this new group of people.

Especially the German Bach, who was almost ruined by Gabby. His training volume is the largest among all, often twice that of others. Even though he has abundant physical strength and amazing strength, he cannot withstand this kind of training. He is tortured and scolded every time, but Gabby still doesn't show it on his face. He looked satisfied. In fact, as time passed, his expression became more and more serious.

And today is also the day to announce the distribution results.

As early as the night before, everyone had told Gabi the type of gladiator they wanted to be trained into. Of course, the final result was still decided by the gladiator school. When they were sweating like rain in the training ground, the trainers were also there. Observe them silently and look for suitable training directions.

"Arius." Gabi turned his eyes around everyone's faces and called out the first name.

The slave whose name was called stepped out of the crowd.

"Pursuer." Gabi said.

Arius's eyes flashed with joy. This was his favorite profession. The opponents of pursuers were usually net fighters. When fighting, they would wear helmets. The top of the helmet was designed to be very sleek, leaving only two The observation hole makes it easier for them to escape from the control of the fishing net. The fighting method combines agility and defense, allowing them to maximize their advantages.

"Karundiga." Gabi didn't stop much and called out the second person's name.

"Trache."