Chapter 784 Private Conversation
Gladiators are the super idols of this era.
Therefore, referring to the celebrities and idols of later generations, it is difficult to escape the entanglement of the capitalist powerful.
And the more disadvantageous point is that no matter how famous a gladiator is, he still cannot get rid of his status as a slave. As long as someone pays a high enough price, the gladiator school will usually arrange a secret tryst between the gladiator and the generous lady.
And when a man and a woman have a secret tryst, it is self-evident what will happen afterwards.
This is also an additional income for the gladiator school, but most gladiators will not be too resistant to this kind of thing.
In addition to not being able to disobey their master's orders, it also adds a different color to their legendary stories and is talked about by others.
The most famous one is the story of Sergiolus and Abia. The former was a famous gladiator at that time, and the latter was the wife of a senator. Abia was always in Sergiolus’s house. After the performance, she went on a date with him, which was known to many people in Rome at the time.
But no one expected that Abia would eventually abandon her husband and family for Sergiolus. The couple, tortured by love, finally met one night and eloped away from Rome.
Their stories once became the favorite themes of bards.
Marcus really didn't expect that Zhang Heng would refuse such a harmless thing in his opinion, and it would cost him a lot of money. If it were anyone else, his face would probably have darkened at this moment, but now he The relationship with Zhang Heng is in the honeymoon period.
Marcus didn't want the friendly atmosphere he had finally created to disappear because of this incident, so he thought for a while and said, "I can help you reject some people you don't like, but there are some people, those in high positions. People, even I can't offend them, so I can't give you a promise in this regard, but I can promise you that from now on, no one will disturb you until the show starts at the Flavi Amphitheater. "
"Flavian Amphitheater?" Zhang Heng pretended not to know.
"Yes, that's right. I won't hide it from you. The war between us and the Germans is over. Our new emperor will return from the battlefield. There will be a grand gladiatorial performance to declare his victory. The reign has begun. Not only us, but also several famous gladiator schools in Rome will recruit talents. I heard that there are many powerful masters in several other gladiator schools. What do you think? Are you sure?"
Marcus looked at Zhang Heng expectantly. The main reason why he was so patient and friendly was because of the upcoming gladiatorial performance, which would be a reshuffle among gladiator schools.
As expected, the latter did not disappoint him, nodding and saying, "Of course, I will win for you."
"Very good." Marcus was overjoyed when he heard this.
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Earlier, the old Persian trainer on the other side also quietly left the gladiator school, and no one paid attention to him.
He came to a small market, passed through alleys with clothes-drying poles, and came to a wooden loggia, where a man was selling spices. On his stall were saffron, pepper, Cloves, mint, rosemary.
The old Persian trainer squatted down and carefully picked through it. However, at this moment, a sharp blade hit his back.
"Are you really as old as the rumors say and have lost your basic judgment?" A voice said in his ear.
The old Persian trainer didn't look back and said calmly, "Maybe, but you don't seem to be as strong as the legend says, otherwise you wouldn't have accepted the flowers handed by the little girl at the previous intersection."
The visitor's expression changed when he heard this, "Did you do something to the flowers? No, you were just bluffing."
"Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing here? I'm just preparing an antidote for you." The old Persian trainer said leisurely.
"You lied to me. How can anyone use spices as an antidote?"
"No, I just know that you don't like things that taste bad, so I bought spices to make it taste better for you." The old Persian trainer said while putting the mint in his hand into a small bottle.
The person behind him hesitated for a moment, and finally took the vial, drank it in one gulp, and at the same time withdrew the dagger in his hand.
"Why aren't you in the arena? Isn't he your most beloved student?"
"Because I never watch a fight without suspense. How about you go watch his gladiatorial performance? He is very powerful." The old Persian trainer clapped his hands and stood up from the ground.
"What an assassin needs more is concealment and patience, and finding the right opportunity to kill with a fatal blow, rather than the ability to fight head-on." The visitor said dissatisfied, "He is more suitable to be a warrior and fight on the battlefield. Besides, he has already Once he starts to become famous, Marcus will train him as an ace in the arena as long as he is not blind. By then, will he be able to endure the loneliness and be willing to become a nameless person like the rest of us when he is used to living a life of glory?"
"You made the same mistake I made when I first met him, which was to underestimate him. Believe me, it is impossible for someone like him to be bribed by Marcus." The old trainer said, " As for the issue of fighting methods, you don’t have to worry about that, I’m teaching him the skills of an assassin right now.”
"Oh, I understand." The visitor chuckled, "You said that Marcus couldn't bribe him, is it because you couldn't convince him to believe in Creus and accept our ideas?"
"I'm working hard. This kind of thing always requires a process." The old Persian trainer shrugged.
"Don't tell me that you have forgotten what happened two hundred years ago. At that time, the organization received the oracle and should have killed Octavian, just like when our people assassinated Caesar, but Octavian instigated the rebellion among us. One of them, that traitor joined forces with Octavian and almost destroyed the Balanced Blade, and many seniors died as a result. This is the fate of recruiting people with shaky beliefs into the Balanced Blade."
The visitor paused and said, "You know that other members of the organization will not agree to allow a person who does not have a strong belief to join."
"I regret what happened two hundred years ago, but like I said, this kind of thing always needs a process." The old Persian trainer said leisurely.
"Process? Except for your old friend the Faceless Man, I don't think you can get support from anyone else. And unlike the environment two hundred years ago, we are surrounded by enemies now."
"Then stop turning other people into our enemies."
"Why can't you just follow the previous plan and let Habitus assist us?" The visitor was a little angry.
"Because Habitus will not cooperate with us. I am his trainer and I know him far better than you. He is what you call the person most likely to betray us. We don't want the plan to be executed smoothly. Other options.”