Three Hundred and Thirteenth Chapter Godsend of the Game

The First Academy applauded Su ye like a hero.

Such a great person is rare.

The last one who was called out by the audience hadn't gotten out of bed for ten years.

Aristotle didn't dare to play like this back then.

However, the gladiators didn't understand what the audience was trying to spend money on to scold Su ye.

After leaving the gate of life and death, Julius greeted him with a smile.

"Suye, well done! The academy has confirmed that you will lead the team to participate in the Goddess of Dispute Gladiator Tournament the day after tomorrow. Take a day off tomorrow to recharge your spirits."

Segus whispered to the side: "He has been resting for six days."

"Trophy match? The audience seems to have said that." Su Ye said.

"Yes. It is an official gladiatorial match at the bronze level held in the name of Goddess of Dispute, the Goddess of War. Goddess of Dispute likes multiplayer battles, so the format of the competition is that each team has ten people, and the referee draws two teams to fight. Every battle In one round, one team will eliminate one person, and in the tenth match, each team will only have one person left. No matter how many teams are left, everyone will play together and start a chaotic battle, and finally calculate the ranking according to the order of elimination."

"This mode is quite interesting." Su Ye said.

"If you perform well, the Goddess of Discord will give you a fetish," Julius said.

"What do you mean? How do you count as a good performance?" Suye asked.

Julius thought for a while and said: "There is no fixed form. After all, mortals cannot spy on the preferences of the gods. However, every time the goddess lowers the gods, it is because the battlefield is unexpected. For example, once a pair of twins swept the audience, Received a gift from the gods. Another time, all the staff were severely injured, and everyone was on the verge of death. The goddess sent a miracle to save them. In short, in the game of the goddess of strife, the more chaos the better. Just like in the game of the god of terror, the enemy The more scared the better, if you can scare the audience to tears and scare the gladiators to piss, it will definitely be bestowed by God."

"Is it really up to the gods?" Suye asked.

Julius looked around and whispered in Suye's ear: "Actually, there are very few gods given by the gods. The so-called gods are generally divided into two situations. One is that the priests of the temple believe that this game is in line with the competition. The god's preference is given by the temple on behalf of the gods. The other is to resonate with the power of the gods, and the power of the gods sends down the gods, not the gods themselves."

"I see." Su ye said.

"Take good care of it. After becoming a god-given gladiator, your future is limitless, and you will be valued by the Spartan royal family and the elders. If you are lucky, you can gain additional powers, such as talents." Julius said.

"But I am a magician, and I have been favored by the goddess of wisdom." Su ye said.

Julius shrugged and said, "It's not that the gods are too idle all day to remember you as a mortal. What's more, the rules of the game are jointly set by the temple and the royal family. With the approval of the gods, the gods will not destroy it for mortals. Your own rules. Unless you have already determined the gods you belong to, for example, you have the highest love and favor of the Goddess of Wisdom, or your family dedicated to worshiping the Goddess of Wisdom for generations. How can I hate you if I win you over."

"I understand that, but will this kind of divine gift be taken back?" Suye asked.

Julius laughed, and said: "Sacrificing the gods and the competition are two different concepts. Sacrifice gods is a prayer and a transaction, just like you have done meritorious service for the king, the king gives you an official position, and if you betray to the enemy country, the king will naturally take it back. But the rewards from the competition are equivalent to the king giving you gold and silver treasures, even if you betray to the enemy country, you can still run away with the gold and silver treasures, the king has nothing to do with you."

"This metaphor is very appropriate, I understand." Su ye said.

"If you get the trophy and want to make a move, or change to the god-given equipment, you can come to me. After all, the god-given equipment in the Temple of Discord is for fighters, and there are very few mages." Julius said.

"I understand, if I really want to make a move, I must ask you for help." Su ye said.

Julius smiled all over his face and said: "You are indeed a reliable guy! Don't worry, we are friends.

At this time, I won't draw a percentage, not even a copper owl. "

Su ye smiled slightly, but he knew that Julius didn't make money, but he could get acquainted with people of higher status through the transaction of god-given equipment, which was far more profitable than money.

"Tomorrow you are on vacation. Whether you want to find a place to have fun or do something else, it doesn't matter. We in Sparta don't have as many rules as Plato Academy." Julius showed an ambiguous smile.

Su Ye said unhappily: "I'm still a child, so I don't know what you're talking about. Tomorrow I just want to walk around and learn about Sparta briefly. Compared with those vulgar things, it's more important to understand Sparta's customs and culture." important."

"Haha, I believe it. Are you going to hang out by yourself tomorrow or find a guide? I have something to do tomorrow and I can't get away, or I will accompany you all over the city." Julius said helplessly.

"It's a pity that Teacher Aristotle has left...I'll find Segus, he's very enthusiastic." Su Ye said.

Julius recalled briefly, nodded his head, and said: "Segus was born clean, and he has been in the academy for more than five years. He is reliable, but his mouth is too short. No problem, I will arrange him to accompany you tomorrow. But... Si Bada is no better than Athens, there are too many warriors, each one of them crawled out of the stomach of the monster, they are extremely rude, and it is easy to cause disputes, so we must be careful."

Su Ye said: "I have Di Aotian and Wang Dachui here, so I should be able to solve a lot of troubles."

"That's good. If you encounter problems, mention my name. If it doesn't work, you can call you Prince Leonidas' friend. Anyway, you are a student of Aristotle. Prince Leonidas will definitely be willing to help .” Julius said.

"Okay." Su ye smiled.

Early the next morning, Su ye left the room and found Segus waiting at the door with a face full of excitement.

"Your Excellency Suye, let's go to dinner, and I'll show you around Sparta City after dinner."

"it is good."

The two of them finished their meal and walked out of the arena.

As the morning light fell, Segus's face was full of excitement, and his face was rosier than his red hair.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Walk around casually, talk about wherever you go." Su ye said.

Along the way, Su ye kept observing everything in Sparta, and Segus also explained.

I thought that the buildings and streets of Sparta would be dirty and messy, but in fact, they are just simpler than Athens, and the streets and grounds are cleaner than the city of Athens.

Occasionally, people with shabby clothes and thin faces can be seen sweeping the streets.

"Those are the Xiluo people?" Suye asked.

"Yes." Segus said indifferently.

After walking a few steps, there was a slight cracking sound in my ear, like the sound of a whip on the flesh.

After a while, I saw a majestic white marble temple standing in front of me. Under the steps of the temple, a statue of the Moon Goddess stood. The Moon Goddess was wearing a heroic hunting suit and leather boots, holding a silver moon bow, and a golden horn on the left. Fawn, followed by four hounds on the right.

Under the statue of Luna, there was a long queue, all of which were teenagers. At the front of the line, a teenage boy was lying on the ground with a soft cloth in his mouth and his back was bare.

clap... clap...

The whip landed on the boy's back one after another, leaving bloody long marks one after another, like red paint splashed on a bronze door.

The boy let out a muffled cry from time to time, and his body shook slightly.

The two stopped, and Segus looked at the boy on the ground with a complex look on his face.

"This is one of the ways we Spartans exercise courage and resilience. Between the ages of 14 and 20, there is a whipping once a year. However, the simple treatment by the temple after the whipping will not hurt the bones. But , for the child, this is a great pain. Alas..."

After the whipping ended, the boy got up with a bloodless face, and a thinner boy lay on the ground.

Snapped……

"Ah..." The skinny boy let out a shrill scream.

The two executioners looked at each other, a slight displeasure appeared on their faces, and they suddenly increased their strength.

Snapped! Snapped!

The skinny boy let out an even more miserable cry, writhing his whole body in pain.

Most of the teenagers behind looked at the skinny boy with sympathy, only a few gloated at his misfortune.

Suddenly, the skinny boy couldn't help it, put his hands on the ground, and was about to get up.

The execution soldier stepped on his neck and stepped on it hard, and another soldier raised his foot and stepped on the small boy's lower back.

The long whip fell on the skinny boy like a storm, knocking the boy unconscious very quickly.

"Take a simple treatment and throw this trash out!" The old priest in a white robe beside him cursed sinisterly.

Segus sighed, and said: "We were very poor when we were young, but this is also the reason why we are strong. Let's go, there are a lot of people queuing up today, and it seems that people in other temples will also be whipped."

The two of them bypassed the place of execution and walked to other places.

Su Ye found that most of the Spartans here are in groups, with about fifteen people as a team, but a small number of individuals go forward. Remembering that this is the living custom of the Spartans, usually fifteen soldiers are arranged for food and lodging Together, cultivating team awareness and comrade-in-arms can greatly enhance cohesion and combat effectiveness.

After a while, Segus pointed to a large wooden house and said: "There is the public canteen. Even the nobles often come to the public canteen to eat, and the Spartan black sauce soup, which is ridiculed by the whole world, was born. Inside. However, even though the black sauce soup is terrible, the old people are not willing to drink the broth and save the broth for the teenagers who need to grow their bodies."

Along the way, Su ye kept witnessing various customs of Sparta.

Suddenly, a group of prisoners wearing shackles and handcuffs came over. More than 30 prisoners were chained together and walked slowly and dejectedly.

They were covered with dyes of different colors, and their clothes and hair were in strange shapes.

Nearby children circled around them, laughing and playing loudly.

Segus said casually: "We often organize the Hilo people to walk on the street, just to humiliate them and attack them, of course, it is also to strengthen the confidence of our Spartans and let us Spartans know the tragedy after the defeat. "

Suye nodded and said, "Let's go to the Abandoned Canyon to have a look. I want to see those poor abandoned babies."

"We'd better hire a carriage."

"no problem."

The two rented a carriage and drove out of the city.

Before leaving the city, there was singing, which gradually became clearer and clearer.

"...justly punished for our disobedience! justly punished for our disobedience..."