Ricas wore a rusty-brown cloth robe with an iron chain tied around his neck, and was pulled out of the room by the two slave merchants' servants. The sunlight outside made him frown, but the strong Butcher really made him feel uncomfortable. Just like two tigers meeting, Ricas grabbed the chain with both hands and pulled the two servants to the ground. He took off the cloth robe and exposed his muscles.

The muscles covered with scars are quite strong, but not as swelling as Butcher. Compared to absolute strength, he pays more attention to maintaining flexibility, agility and lower consumption. After only a few movements, Ricas moved all the muscles in his body and completed the initial warm-up.

This is a bald middle-aged man with slightly pointed ears, overly straightened nose bridge and hammer-shaped black pupils, which all indicate that he is a mixed-race man, and also indicates that he is a very "low" background. They are called the Muirs, or, in a more vulgar way, "mules", and are a group of people who cannot reproduce on their own and have taken away the blood power of their descendants. Legend has it that they bear this mixed-race curse, destined to bloom brilliantly, and destined to be short-lived and silent.

Ricas stepped over the gang servants on the ground and walked straight to Butcher. For thirty years, he had been proud of his strength. Since he was a child, he was the best in the gladiator training camp, training across one or two years. But now, he felt threatened. The strong man in front of him was tall and big, and he could see that his muscles were not for viewing, but for fighting. The most interesting thing was that this strong man was a pure blood human, not another Moor.

"You are not easy to manage," Zhao Mai said: "It is troublesome if you use your supernatural powers, and it will also reduce his combat ability, which is very unprofitable."

The slave trader had a long time ago and immediately said, "Sir, this question is definitely not a problem for you. Moreover, aren't you most concerned about strength and cleverness? Ricas is strong enough and he has his own mind. Isn't his performance now very clever?"

Ricas stood in front of Butcher, looking at him with his head slightly raised: "Big guy, are you his slave?"

Butcher snorted coldly, with a contemptuous smile on his face. Because of his figure, he could only act as a slave to earn food, but it does not mean that he will cooperate with the performance. Zhao Mai discussed with him that whenever he encountered such a question, there was no need to answer at all, and the questioner would find the answer by himself. If he met a manager like a Templar, everything would be handled by Zhao Mai, who was proficient in languages.

This contemptuous smile of slavery caused the misunderstanding that Riccis had. He turned his head to look at Zhao Mai and said openly: "I am Riccis, the best gladiator within a radius of 500 miles. I can win all the championships for you, as long as it is a fair battle." He learned from his mother and the first trainer with a strong strong tongue-rolling accent of Yurik City-state.

"What's that unfair?" Zhao Mai asked deliberately.

"The other party will definitely not be alive, but you may face significant losses of money and property," Ricas pointed to himself: "That's me."

Zhao Mai clapped his hands twice and said, "So, do you like fighting?"

"No, I like victory," Rikas said. "I want to be the champion of the Tyr City Gladiator, I want to be the champion of the Temple Tower Competition."

"Interesting idea, but why must it be the champion of the Temple Tower?"

Ricas smiled and did not answer the question. The slave trader came over and was about to say something, but Ricas spoke again at this moment.

"Because if I become that champion, His Majesty the King will stand before me and give me freedom. And this dealer - I don't want to call him an adult - may hide this from you. I will only serve the master who can take me to the Tyr Temple Tower competition, and this message will allow the adult to bargain better and save you some money."

After hearing these words, Zhao Mai finally connected things. This Ricas was either someone else, or the one who attacked the Witch King on the arena, triggered a rebellion, and finally completed the feat of killing the Witch King. He was the Spartacus of this world, and the version that won the final victory. After that, he also took a series of adventures, subverting the situation in the entire Atas world and was called the person who created the heroic era.

In any case, this person would also buy it. Zhao Mai immediately took out two steel daggers and threw them to the slave trader, as well as a whole bag of gold coins and gems. "From now on, you are mine." He announced.

"These money is not enough, sir. He is a Muir, and one is worth a hundred slaves!"

"You said that his ex-master was executed, then you must have obtained him at a very low price. Look at the level of your remaining slaves, you will know that you don't have enough funds and you must have spent a lot of money." Zhao Mai waved his hand and signaled Ricas to crawl out of it himself, and then stood next to Butcher. "I advise you to look at what you have already obtained, think about the profits you have already obtained, and think about the part of the new potential benefits that your greed tempted you to fight for, and the inevitable risks you are about to take, do some calculations and then speak."

"I wish you a victory for the Lord." The slave trader skillfully put away the steel dagger and gold, glanced at Butcher, and decided to stop whenever he was about to do so.

"Remember, I'm Mike, this is Butcher." Zhao Mai said to Rikas: "Tell me about the competition between Tyre City and Temple Tower. Where did you hear the news?"

Shortly after they left, a man in a purple-black robe and combed his brown hair into twelve whips with a team of servants came to the slave trader. His sharp eyes were hidden on both sides of the hooked nose, and staring at people would make people feel nervous and cramped.

"Ah, dear Templar, what's the point of asking for your visit?"

"I heard you have a Moor or a gladiator here. Is this true?"

"It has been sold, and just now, it was taken away by a merchant. They are going to Tyr City to participate in the gladiatorial competition, the one in the Temple Tower."

The hook-nosed man was obviously dissatisfied and shouted behind him: "Boas, haven't I told you to make sure that this slave is mine?"

A thin servant knelt down with a thud, and the people beside him hurriedly dodged as if they were avoiding the plague. Boas stood on the ground and said in a panic: "Master Taisian, I have found the wrong slave trader, I am looking for another one."

"Oh, I get it." The Templar looked at the slave trader and his mouth twitched slightly. Then he raised his foot, and with the powerful force strengthened by his mind, he shattered Boaz's neck bone without even looking at it.
Chapter completed!