The corpse of the director of the arena was hung high in the center of the arena. This was a punishment for his arbitrary opinions and a symbol of the king's power.
Todd's residence was moved from the small and dark cell to the comfortable and bright terrace. Standing in the room and looking around, he could see the entire arena. The most important thing is that he gained the opportunity to be in the arena.
The privilege of moving freely within the arena.
A week after the second battle, Todd spent hundreds of hours in the soul space suddenly learning Hindi, and it has begun to bear fruit. As long as it is not complicated rhetoric and obscure slang, he can already carry out conversations fluently.
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Eating the food delivered by the best restaurants in the city and watching the gladiators practicing fighting in the field, Todd wiped the grease on his hands, jumped off the balcony, and walked up the stone steps towards the underground prison where the criminals were held.
Along the way, whether they were warriors as strong as cattle or experienced warriors, when they saw Todd's figure, they all stopped what they were doing, lowered their heads, stood aside, and respectfully moved out of the way.
Todd, who walked steadily and steadily, pretending to be serious, walked forward without looking away.
At this moment, I don’t know who took the lead in shouting: "Boyle, the Red Champion!"
Later, waves of loud cheers came from the entire arena.
"Boyle, Champion of the Red!"
Amid people's praise and adoration, Todd walked down the steps into the prison area on the underground floor without stopping.
Following the familiar direction and walking through the maze-like corridor, Todd finally stopped in front of a huge cell.
There are hundreds of tribesmen detained in the cell, including men and women, old and young.
The appearance of Todd made the people in the prison cheer. Some called him the patriarch, some called him the leader, and some called him directly the master.
Looking at these unfamiliar faces in front of him, Todd could only smile in response. After some searching, he finally saw two familiar faces.
One is Freed, an old warrior of the Froststone Tribe, and the other is Minnie, an old shaman of the Froststone Tribe.
Watching the two old men slowly walk to the other side of the cell door, Todd said in Hindi to the jailer hiding aside: "Open the cell door."
Facing the legendary gladiatorial champion, although the jailer was trembling with fear, he mustered up the courage to reject the request: "Sir, it's not that I mean to be difficult, but this is not in compliance with the regulations. If the prison door is really opened.
Not only will I not survive, but all these people inside will be executed."
"Chief, what he said is right." The old soldier Fried said to Todd across the fence: "If he opens the cell door, all of us will be executed for escape."
Hearing someone help explain, the jailer became more courageous and said: "Mr. Boyle, these people of yours eat three meals a day without skipping a cent, and there are people who bring them clean spring water every day. We also provide them with clean spring water."
Those who were sick were given free herbs."
Fried shrugged and said in a tone that was half serious and half teasing: "This is a fact. Since the end of last week's gladiatorial battle, the attitudes of these people, like reformed saints, have changed astonishingly.
Change."
Looking at the speechless jailer, Todd gave up his intention to criticize and turned his attention to the prisoners in the prison: "There are a lot fewer people here."
"Oh, the slave-catching team captured thousands of our tribesmen. Those who died on the road and whose whereabouts are unknown, plus those who died of illness during this period, there are only so many people left." Fried pounded the prison cell with his fist.
Door, he said sadly.
Todd looked sad and suddenly said: "That woman named Aisha"
Halfway through his words, Todd paused deliberately for a moment.
Fried picked up what he said and continued: "I heard that she was caught by the slave team and sent to the palace. I don't know what happened to her now."
After getting the information he wanted, Todd breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
Minnie, the shaman standing next to Fried, suddenly stretched out her hand, passed through the gap between the fences, touched Todd's forehead, and said softly: "Child, listen to me. This world is like a bottomless abyss.
General despair, darkness erodes everything, and misery follows you like a shadow. You have a golden heart. Deep in your body, there is light and warmth comparable to the sun. Please, change this world and save those lost souls."
Todd felt a gentle force coming from the other person's palm and looked blankly at the old woman in front of him.
For some reason, Todd had a feeling that Minnie had already seen through his disguise and learned his identity.
So, why didn't she expose herself? What's the profound meaning of these words?
After leaving the prison with his heart full of thoughts, Todd walked on the road and accidentally caught a glimpse of two familiar figures from the corner of his eye.
Those two plainsmen who deliberately let go of water in the second fight.
Looking at the hopeful looks in their eyes, Todd secretly gestured for them to follow him.
Finding a deserted corner, Todd sat on a clean stone, looked at the two respectful people in front of him and asked, "What are your names?"
The muscular man said, "Casper."
The tall and thin young man then said: "Dear Red Champion, you can call me Ackerman."
Hearing the name Ackerman, Todd looked at the young man twice and asked, "You are from a parish in the south."
Casper nodded.
Ackerman is obviously a chatterbox: "He comes from the Holy Guard City, and he used to be a knight of the Holy Guard Knights. I come from a village called Qianmu Village on the Yuexi Plain, and I used to be the village chief there."
Todd looked stunned. He finally remembered where he had seen this young man.
More than three years ago, in order to cure two craftsmen of lead poisoning, Todd, who acted as a magic stick, went to Qianmu Village and performed an exorcism ceremony.
The name of the young village chief whom we only met once was Ackerman.
A rare smile appeared on Todd's face, which surprised Casper and Ackerman.
"How did you two get here?"
Regarding this question, Casper only said two words: "War."
Ackerman was like a chatterbox with the lid opened, talking endlessly. First he talked about the war in the Silver Ring Kingdom, then he talked about the exodus of civilians in the parish, then he described the battle process of the Great Retreat at Watch Canyon, and finally he talked about the barbarian army driving away the prisoners.
Entering the North.
Ackerman opened his mouth and spoke for half an hour without taking a breath or even pausing.
In the meantime, the big man Casper secretly tugged on Ackermann's clothes, signaling him to keep the story short, but the latter didn't realize it at all and just finished the sentence while dancing around.
The strange thing is that Todd didn't feel bored at all after listening to this young man talking for so long.
When Ackerman told his own experience, it was not a straightforward statement or a boring sermon.
He can grasp every key point of the event, tell every aspect of the story, and capture the hearts of every listener with his ups and downs and frequent baggage.
Todd shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking to himself, if such a person was in his previous life, he would not be a master storyteller, but a crosstalk actor. This mouth is really good at talking. In contrast, Casper
There is a lot of silence. If you can say one less word, you will never say more.
I really don’t know how these two people with such different personalities came together.