In the past ten years or so, Manyu's army has led slaves, and gladiator rebellions have occurred one after another, growing in a step-like manner. Every few days, there are rumors of slaves defecting and slaves cutting off their masters' heads.
In the face of this kind of rebellion, whether they were nobles, nobles or slave owners, most of them used force to suppress it and retaliated with the most cruel and bloody means, hoping to serve as a warning to other slaves and at the same time treat slaves more and more harshly.
The result of this is only to arouse more rebellious hearts, because they themselves live in a precarious situation, so how can they be afraid of such a threat.
These slave owners' decisions may have increased the mortality rate of gladiators by only a few percent. After all, Sean only knew some unqualified medical skills, not the art of resurrecting the dead.
The gladiators who were actually brought back from the hands of death by him were only a very small part, not even one-twentieth.
Most of them just walked around the medical clinic, a few of the more special ones became Sean's anatomy material, and the rest were reloaded by the body collectors and transported to the cemetery.
But if it falls into the ears of those gladiators, its nature will be different, and it may very well become the straw that breaks the camel's back, triggering a large-scale riot.
But this doesn't mean that Sean can accept this kind of sit-down approach.
"I'm kidding you, how could we do nothing? It's impossible for all slave owners to agree with this inhumane idea. I have already sent people to contact them. Their internal voices are far better than our external voices.
It’s more appealing to intervene.”
Sean's face suddenly darkened, "Such a joke is not funny!"
"This is not to relieve your mood. You looked so terrible just now. Your eyes were like two flames, and your whole body was about to burn! I have also seen Aunt Elena get angry, but it was far from as exaggerated as you.
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Angelina patted her small chest and naturally let go of Sean's hand.
"It is said that fire-attribute warlocks are irritable and irritable. It seems that this is not a rumor. You are usually such a calm person, but if you are stimulated, you will lose control. This is not a good thing. It can easily be exploited by your opponent as a fatal weakness!"
"I know." Sean expressed his gratitude to Angie Beina for her kindness.
"This is a drastic change in the body caused by emotional stimulation of the body's endocrine increase, but my willpower is not as bad as you think. Although this change will have a certain impact on my mood, it is very short-lived and far from reaching
How much does it affect my decisions and actions! I believe that as the power of the spell increases and my control over my body becomes more refined, I will be able to shield myself from this influence in the future."
This can be regarded as one of the side effects of the power of magic. Fortunately, Sean is a mature man in his two lives.
Otherwise, relying on the power of magic and being stimulated by external sensory emotions from time to time, endocrine disorders will occur, and one will definitely become one of the most typical irritable and irritable people.
Fighting against the sky above, against the earth below, and against the air in between will become his daily routine.
This is one of the people he hates the most.
"Don't be so confident. Emotions can be detected by others, so they are not emotions. When you say this with confidence, you may be being influenced by this emotion."
Angie Beina's self-confidence is obviously not as strong as Sean's.
"When did you become a philosopher? No one can really block emotions. If you do that, wouldn't you become a puppet? I just make sure that I am not controlled by such sudden abnormal emotions. I don't care about this.
It’s useless, business matters.”
"You can figure it out yourself."
Angie Beina also knows that this physical change caused by magical abilities is basically powerless before entering the control level and can only be resisted by her own will.
Angie Beina's guess is correct. Many slave owners do not agree with this kind of unauthorized change of the rules of the game. It is not that they are very enlightened or that they care about the lives of the gladiators, but they simply believe that the old rules cannot be broken.
Large-scale execution competitions will certainly ignite the competition, but they can also easily whet the appetite of the audience, thereby affecting normal performance gladiatorial combat.
It also increased the cost of slave owners in disguise. Every time a gladiator was lost, it would take several games to earn it back.
At the same time, this approach is absolutely disastrous to some micro-slave owners who only have a dozen or even several gladiators in their hands, and they cannot afford to lose!
Originally they dared not speak out, fearing the power formed by the alliance of the big slave owners, but now with the support of Angie Beina, the situation is naturally different. With the backing of the witch secret society, even sheep dare to show their horns.
, not to mention a pack of jackals.
"They are undoubtedly digging their own foundation for doing this. They are crazy and short-sighted. Every master with some wisdom is trying to improve the treatment of gladiators instead of blindly suppressing them!"
"To make such a selfish decision just for a small profit, and talk about maintaining the prosperity of the gladiatorial industry, bah, the gladiatorial industry led by Manyu Jun will be ruined in the hands of these people."
"Of those really powerful gladiators, which one was not motivated to participate in this with positive emotions? How many gladiators were forced out by such despicable means? Most of them were forced to stretch out their butcher's knives to their masters! Bill is known as
Our leader, Manyu, is the first person to train gladiators, and he doesn’t even understand this. Being able to train a Dikron is just a matter of luck."
"It was made by powerful people with money. If I owned dozens of slave training grounds, I could also make a champion knight."
"There must be limits to bragging. Can a champion knight be bought with money? If that's the case, none of those noble gentlemen would buy ten or eight champion knights and follow them to show off their power."
"Although I don't want to admit it, Bill does have his own great luck to be able to get to where he is now. Others in his position may not be able to achieve their current achievements."
"Whose side are you on?"
"I'm just discussing the matter, it doesn't matter which side I'm on? What's more, we are just discussing the matter today, and it's not time to really take sides. After all, Miss Angie Beina is not a member of our industry, and we still need to bear the real pressure ourselves.
, if there are not enough people to join the group, please forgive me for not participating... My God, am I just blinded?"
"Starbuck? It's really Sir Starbuck!"
"I didn't expect Miss Angie Beina to be connected to the gentleman gladiator Starbuck!"
"What's so strange about this? Sir Starbuck is originally a nobleman, and it's normal for him to have a relationship with Miss Angie Beina."
"Since Miss Angiebena has invited Sir Starbuck here, I am full of confidence in this alliance."
After meeting Starbuck, Sean finally understood why many free men chose to join this cruel and bloody profession.
In addition to those who are naturally bloodthirsty and those who pursue money, there are also some who pursue fame, and Starbuck is obviously the latter.
From his subtle facial expressions, Sean could tell that the other party really enjoyed the surprise and cheers when he entered the venue. He wore a formal smile and waved to the people around him with style. He was full of stardom, and if it weren't for the other party's
Dressed in a standard Byronian style, Sean would feel as if he had gone back to his previous life to meet a star.
Having said that, they are indeed stars, gladiator stars.
I have to admit that Starbuck has all the criteria to become a star, he is tall, handsome, handsome, strong and a gentleman.
He is simply the dream lover of those aristocratic ladies and ladies. No wonder he also has nicknames such as "Public Lover" and "Friend of Ladies".
It is said that he maintains an unusually close relationship with many aristocratic ladies and ladies, and is regarded as a wild beast by many lords and nobles. When they heard that he was coming, they all felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy, fearing that they would be attacked by the enemy at some unknown time.
I must have a shiny, green hat.
But don't forget that the opponent is a champion knight. No matter how high the castle is in front of the opponent, it is like a flat bottom.
You can only commit a thief in a thousand days, but you can't guard against a thief in a thousand days.
In addition, the red apricots inside the wall are trying their best to stretch out, making it difficult to prevent.
The heads of many lords and nobles are still inexplicably green.
Starbuck is now one of the most unpopular people in many lands.
Military Leader Manyu was obviously not among them. His appearance directly caused a fundamental reversal in the atmosphere of the banquet.
Before he appeared, the slave owners basically held a wait-and-see attitude and were in a very depressed mood.
After he appeared, the slave owners were in high spirits and were confident. It seemed that with his joining, they could compete with the alliance formed by Bill's big slave owners.
The reason for this fundamental reversal is that the problem should lie with another champion knight, the gladiator Dikron. If his side did not have the top-notch force to compete with him, their gladiators would only be massacred if they encountered each other.
share.
"Sir Sir, it is our greatest honor that you can come to our banquet. With your joining, we will have more say."
Dressed in a gorgeous evening gown, Angie Beina looked like a beautiful princess coming out of a fairy tale, attracting a lot of attention as soon as she appeared on the stage.
Sean had to lament that women really work hard for their public image. They are usually very afraid of the cold and would like to wrap themselves up so tightly that no gaps are exposed.
But when you go to a crowded place, for the sake of your beautiful lines and perfect image, the thinner your clothes, the better. In some places, you even expose large areas of snow-white skin, with a perfect smile on your face.
Women are indeed the most terrifying creatures in the world.
"Miss Angie Beina, you are even more beautiful than the legend says. It is my greatest honor to be invited by you. How can I bear to refuse?"
Starbuck did not live up to his reputation as a gentleman. He always maintained a smile that was lethal to young women and girls. He also showed off his masculine spirit with every move he made. He exuded the look of a mature man from the inside out.
Compared with his aura, Sean is just a young boy.
"What's more, this matter also involves my favorite fighting career, so it is even more obligatory!"
"I have always thought that gladiatorial combat can be developed into a civilized industry that can both showcase oneself and entertain the audience. But why do those people always put the cart before the horse and have to use blood to render this sacred land? This is what will happen
This industry is headed for a dead end!”
"I have always had a dream, dreaming of seeing a fair fight without killing."
Starbuck is a straight-tempered person. He doesn't hide his emotions at all and makes his position clear as soon as he comes up.
To be more precise, his position has never changed. Over the years, he has been running around promoting his concept of civilized gladiatorial combat, believing that this is the real way out for the future of gladiatorial combat. Some rudiments of boxing competitions have been seen in it, and
He incorporated this into his own gladiatorial games, thus earning the reputation of a gladiator gentleman.
Unfortunately, Starbuck's new concept has no market in Solo City, even though he has now become a gladiator star.
After hearing the joint agreement of the big slave owners, he was furious and reportedly went to find trouble with the instigator, Swindi.
But at that time, Swindi was having a drink with Bill, and was blocked by his old rival. Otherwise, we don’t know what kind of tragedy would have happened.
Hearing that Angie Beina had held a tit-for-tat banquet, he was naturally very interested. Even if he wasn't invited, he would most likely come and get involved. After all, this concept of reducing gladiator casualties has been somewhat inconsistent with him.
And together.
"Are you Dr. Tang from the medical clinic? I've heard about you and have always wanted to visit you, but I'm afraid of being rude."
Starbuck shook Sean's hand enthusiastically.
"I would like to thank you on behalf of those gladiator brothers. It is the presence of people like you that makes them feel a little warmth in the world."
From his words, one can feel that his love for gladiatorial combat was not an act. Although he was a free gladiator, he regarded the slave gladiators as brothers.
No wonder he, a free man with such a high reputation among gladiators, actually competed with Dikron, who was born a slave gladiator.
"I just did what I was supposed to do."
Sean said extremely humbly, "This is all thanks to Miss Angie Beina. If it weren't for her, I would have just made a small fuss."
"Dr. Tang is so polite. He is an extraordinary person who can do things that others cannot do. If we have the opportunity in the future, we can communicate more."
There are rumors that Starbuck is a womanizer, but it seems a little inaccurate. He just said hello to the beautiful Angie Beina and it was over. Instead, he took Sean as his foil and talked non-stop.
Especially when Sean inadvertently mentioned some ideas about modern boxing and fighting games, it immediately scratched Starbuck's itch and once again brought out his concept of civilized gladiatorial combat.
This time he found the right person. Although Sean was not a boxing fan in his previous life, he had never eaten pork and had never seen a pig run away.
The biggest advantage of the explosion of information is that you can learn a little bit about anything no matter what you are interested in.
Occasionally, Sean would add a word or a little suggestion, and Starbuck would nod his head repeatedly, making the conversation more sexual.
A thousand cups of wine with a close friend is too little, and half a sentence without speculation is more than enough.
Starbuck is now experiencing a long drought, and he finally meets someone who can keep up with his thinking. Naturally, he wants to talk for a while. Before the banquet is even halfway through, he and Sean have become close friends.