An old man with gray hair and a civilized stick appeared on the rostrum on the second floor. He coughed a few times. After attracting enough attention, he said angrily.
"The medical center's behavior of taking things without asking has seriously violated our rights and has had an extremely bad impact on our gladiatorial career. According to the reactions of those who were placed among the gladiator slaves, many gladiators have become war-weary.
Emotionally, some people even want to get injured intentionally in the gladiatorial arena and get help from the medical clinic to get out of the gladiatorial industry."
Basically, all the slave owners who hang out in Solo City know this old man. This old man named Bill, not to mention among them, even if he is placed in the Manyu Army and in the entire Ashan Continent, he is a
Numerous big slave owners.
There are dozens of gladiator training camps under his control. At the peak, there are thousands of gladiators under his control, and he has an army of nearly a hundred people, which is completely armed with knight-level gladiators. Although he is not of noble origin,
Many minor nobles would be polite to him when they saw him. He could be called a godfather figure in the gladiator industry.
But what people talk about most is the gladiator Dikron in his hand, who has the reputation of Blood Storm. It is a champion knight-level gladiator with the same name as Starbuck, and is the two favorites to win this year.
Unlike Starbuck, who was a free gladiator, Dickron was an out-and-out slave gladiator who was sold into the arena since he was a child. It is said that he has Byron, Leopard, Odin, Orc, and Andy in his body.
Before becoming famous, the bloodline of Si people had an insulting title similar to that of a bastard. As their fame grew, this title was gradually forgotten.
The gladiatorial arena where Diklon first sold himself was not owned by Bill, but by Bill's discerning eye. When he was just emerging, he exchanged him for a knight-level gladiator at a price that seemed to be a loss, and then spent all his money on it.
He was trained with resources, and it was only then that he shined in the arena and achieved the reputation of Blood Storm.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he was trained by Bill.
And this is something that Bill is also proud of in his life. Even in the entire Ashan continent, there are only a few big slave owners who have this honor.
The guard behind him, wearing a sealed horn helmet and simple leather armor, with most of his rock-like muscles exposed, is Bill's greatest pride in his life, the Blood Storm Dikron.
Before Dixon became a champion knight, Bill had already given him his freedom, adopted him as his adopted son, and given him his surname. In return, Dixon used his loyalty to become Bill's leader.
The Gladiator also became his personal bodyguard.
Of course, there is an element of showing off in this. Using champion knights as personal bodyguards is an honor that many hereditary earls have never had.
Bill's words made the slave owners below explode, and there was another round of whispering.
"Is there such a thing?"
"What Mr. Bill said makes sense. Even if it doesn't happen now, it doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. Don't underestimate the cunningness of those lowly slaves. Some are cowards who will do anything to avoid going to the arena."
"No wonder I always feel that the recent gladiatorial atmosphere is a bit abnormal. If you think about it carefully, the problem should lie here. Take the gladiatorial match the day before yesterday as an example. It was originally a performance gladiatorial match and there was no need for casualties at all, but in the end
That gladiator hit the sword as if he was looking for death. He probably wanted to get out of the gladiatorial competition through self-mutilation as Sir Bill said, but he didn't have the strength to control it, and the self-mutilation turned into suicide."
"It's terrible, it's really terrible. I thought that the so-called medical clinic was just a minor injury, but I didn't expect it to be a major problem. It planted such terrible seeds in our industry. No, in order to protect our industry, we
Something must be done, something must be done!”
"I heard that the medical center has been relocated not long ago. It is now called Anjibeina Hospital and has taken refuge under the name of the Witch Conclave!"
"It's so cunning. No matter whose property he becomes, he cannot infringe on the interests of others! Even His Majesty the King does not have this right!"
"What's the use of being angry anymore? Is it possible that you can go to the witch conclave to reason? Aren't you afraid of being cast on witchcraft?"
"Even the secret society of witches can't be unreasonable. It's really not possible. Let's go to the Duke collectively. He won't just sit back and watch our Manyu gladiatorial industry collapse like this! Our tax burden is not reduced at all every year!"
"It's not as serious as it sounds! Even if it is, this kind of thing is just an exception!"
"You mean that Mr. Bill is here to confuse people with his lies?"
"That's not what I meant! I just said that the situation is not as bad as we thought!"
"This potential danger is the most terrifying. Once those lowly slaves have other ideas, the entire arena will be difficult to manage. By then it will be too late to say anything!"
“Preventing problems before they happen is the most important thing!”
"Sir Bill, we will do what you say, we will listen to you!"
"Master Bill, tell me what you think!"
Bill naturally has his own supporters, and the chorus of voices suppressed those weak doubts. If you want to stay in this circle, you don't want to offend Bill.
Otherwise, if you are retaliated against, the gladiators in your hands will be gone in a short time. If you do this several times in a row, no matter how rich you are, you will become a pauper.
There is a very famous saying from the leader of the Man Yu Army - Half of the victory or defeat in a gladiatorial battle is on the field and half is off the field, especially life and death.
Bill deliberately paused for a long time, and after they digested the news, he continued step by step.
"We will never allow things like this to spread. A few of us old guys with some qualifications have just reached a consensus. If we want to eliminate the impact of this incident, we don't need to ask anyone at all. It's enough for us to unite ourselves."
"Sir Bill, let's hear it. Do you have any advice?"
"It's very simple, that is, no matter whether those gladiators were really injured or deliberately took the opportunity to escape, we will always end them with executions if they are seriously injured. This will not only kill them as a warning, stop those people from having any thoughts that they shouldn't have, but also ignite the atmosphere.
, bringing more profits, of course, as compensation, the owners of those gladiators who were executed will receive 20% of the profits from the game as compensation, what do you think?"
"Twenty percent, isn't it a little less?"
"Be content, this is an extra 20%, and the other money is still a lot. If you are sent to a medical center and saved, not only will you not get a penny, but you will have to use money to redeem it.
It’s a great deal.”
"This method is good. It can not only guarantee profits, but also attack the opponent. I support it."
"I agree."
"I agree too."
The person who came up with this idea had a good grasp of human nature, at least the character of these slave owners, big and small. He first showed off his power, and then lured them for profit, and then easily took down the slave owners, big and small. In the blink of an eye, they echoed
piece.
Some of the conscientious slave owners felt that there was something wrong with this and that it would further intensify the conflict between the slave owners and the gladiators. Under such circumstances, their weak voice could not change anything at all.
There was no confidentiality at all in this kind of semi-public decision-making. After only an hour, Sean and Angie Beina got the news. The entire banquet process and decision-making came to their ears in full, because the person who tipped them off
He is one of the slave owners, and he is from Anjibeina.
After hearing the news, Sean was stunned for several minutes. He originally thought he had enough understanding of this cruel world, but the cruel facts told him.
He has only scratched the surface. In this world of cannibalism, human nature is far darker than imagined. Those slave owners who held high wine and tasted delicious food, in this way, made countless decisions in an understatement.
of life and death.
In his previous life, Sean had watched a film and television drama about gladiators in the ancient Roman era. He was fascinated by it and had always been yearning for this profession full of male hormones. If the risk index was not too high and violated his principles of life, he would
Everyone wants to join as a free man and experience the feeling of being a gladiator and being cheered by the crowd.
However, after treating gladiators during this period and interacting with them, I found that this was far from the case. Movies and TV series in previous lives claimed to expose the cruel reality, but in fact they still beautified this profession.
This profession in the real world reveals a kind of cruelty that distorts human nature from the inside out, and some of it is just full of blood.
From then on, Sean no longer had any affection or yearning for this profession, and just wanted to do something within his ability.
The cruel decisions of these slave owners pushed this bloodshed to an extreme.
Do they know that they are living lives, raised by father and mother, and are not unconscious ants that can be trampled to death at will?
Why did they do that?
What qualifications do they have to do that?
Why do they do that?
Just for those poor people with missing arms and legs that he pulled out from the dead? Those trash that had no use to them anymore?
How cold-hearted are those people? They don’t even leave such a way out!
Anger was boiling in Sean's chest like boiling lava, ready to burst out.
This is the second time in the past two years that he has felt such hot emotions.
The last time was when his village was invaded by slave hunters and he saw the corpses of the villagers. But at that time, he knew who his enemy was. As long as he followed the traces, he would sooner or later make them pay with blood.
But this time, he couldn't find anyone to hate, those slave owners?
I'm afraid not all, because even if all the slave owners are killed, it won't be long before another slave owner appears. As long as the chain of interests is not broken, those who are driven by interests will continue to succeed.
.
The real root cause is this twisted system. Only by completely overthrowing it can the tragic fate of this group of people be changed.
But this is definitely not something that Sean can do alone, not even with the current Eternal Night Army.
Because if they want to overthrow this system, what they need to face is not the aristocratic class of the Manyu Army led by Duke Borg, but the vested interests of the entire Manyu Army and those who are about to benefit.
This twisted system has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, including those slave gladiators.
Many slave gladiators who escaped from the arena did not leave the industry, but turned into slave owners, enslaving other people to participate in gladiatorial fights and gain wealth. This is the most terrifying thing.
A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped Sean. The reason was that he was still too weak, and the Eternal Night Army was too weak.
A cold little hand held Sean's hot big hand, and looking back, it was Angie Beina's delicate little face.
Compared to the angry Sean, Angie Beina looked very calm, terrifyingly calm.
"Did I do something wrong?" Sean asked in a hoarse voice.
This change made him question his previous actions, which was to open a medical clinic and cooperate with the corpse collector to treat the gladiators.
It also refers to the fact that he was a little unhappy and confronted Swindi, which led to this series of things.
"It's not us who are wrong, it's the world."
Angie Beina answered like this, and she didn't know whether she really knew what Sean asked, or whether she was just comforting her.
"That's right, it's this world that is wrong!"
Sean's confusion only lasted for a few minutes, and his strong will and reason pulled him out of this self-doubt caused by guilt.
Although there are some problems in the means of what they do, there is no problem in essence. If human lives become a problem, there is something wrong with the world itself.
The problem was already there, but their existence and actions intensified the contradiction and made everything more acute.
Could it be that if they didn't do this, those slave owners would become tender and affectionate?
Gladiatorial combat itself distorts human nature, there is no doubt about this.
"What do we do now?" Sean asked.
A foot is long, an inch is short. In this field, Angie Beina is obviously better than Sean. This is her home court, and the resources and power she possesses are beyond what Sean can match. If she really wants to do something for
What those gladiators do depends on her.
"We don't have to do anything."
There was a hint of coldness under Angie Beina's calm face.
"If they continue to insist on doing this, they will cause big trouble sooner or later. They think those gladiator slaves will endure it indefinitely."
"Do nothing? This is not okay!"
Sean shook his head repeatedly, although he knew that what Angie Beina said was somewhat true. Everything has a limit. Once this limit is exceeded, it will inevitably cause a violent backlash.
Isn’t there a saying that says don’t bully others too much?
The decision those slave owners just made was clearly too deceptive.
Outsiders like Sean feel angry. How do the gladiators who are among them feel?
This is real and directly related to their life and death!
Would they really be so willing to accept their fate?
The answer is probably no.
Any unfair system has its resisters, not to mention this completely distorted system, especially when the general environment is freeing slaves, but you, the military leader, are still popular, so this kind of resistance will naturally become more and more intense.