"Everyone loved Sethnets. The women screamed for him, and the men cheered for him. That guy was a legend. I still remember the final curtain call. The Victor Arena was filled to the brim, and it was hard to get a ticket. The entire Rome was filled with his name, and he appeared in front of everyone. His blond hair fluttered in the wind, and he looked like the incarnation of the God of War, Mars. He fought against six enemies alone, and every time he swung his sword, an enemy fell to the ground. The remaining opponents could only tremble under his might …" Mark Reuss was so excited that he could not help but dance.
The person in charge of the school had to remind the middle-aged Roman who was immersed in his beautiful memories, "But my master, no matter how great a hero is, he will grow old one day, and Sethnets is no exception. I don't deny that he was indeed an excellent gladiator when he was young. He could even be said to be the best gladiator in Rome. However, after he became famous, his body began to be drained by alcohol and women. In order to sell tickets, we arranged too many battles for him, which exceeded the speed of his body's recovery. As he grew older, his strength declined drastically. There was no problem in winning the first two championships, but for the third championship, we did tamper with the battle arrangements. Also, in the final curtain call, we all know that the six opponents were just unworthy of their fame …"
"Enough." Mark Reuss was dissatisfied. "Damn it. Of course, I know what the truth is. I don't need you to remind me. Remember who you are, Gaby!"
"I'm sorry, my master." The person in charge of the school immediately knelt on the ground.
"I don't care about Sethnets's true strength, as long as he can make money for me. Since Sethnets retired, my business has not been as good as before. We are not the only gladiator school in the city. That old bastard, Isaiah, has been dreaming of riding on my neck. I heard that he bought a very powerful Thracian from somewhere. That guy has won eleven or twelve games in a row. Now, all the ladies and ladies have gone to watch that stinky Thracian. We need to find a way to reverse the situation," Mark Reuss said.
"I will do my best."
"No, no. This is not the answer I want. I will say it again," Mark Reuss said, enunciating each word. "I need the next Sethnets! Now! I don't care what you do, whether it's through training or magic, make this damn Germanic the next Sethnets. "
After the middle-aged Roman finished speaking, he angrily sat down on the chair. His chest was heaving up and down. He looked a little annoyed that he didn't get the answer he wanted.
Of the two female slaves, one was massaging his chest while the other was pouring wine for him. In the end, the wine cup was smashed to the ground by him with a wave of his hand. Blood-colored wine splattered everywhere.
"That's all for today. I have invested a lot of money in these newcomers as you said. Do you know how I accumulated my current net worth? Because I never make a loss, I'll give you 50 days, Gaby. When I ask you the same question again in 50 days, I hope I can get the answer I want for your sake."
"Yes, my master." The person in charge of the school knelt on the ground.
When Mark Reuss stood up with the help of the female slaves and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a strange voice.
"Uh … Can you give me some time, master? I have a few words to say to you. It won't take too long."
"Huh?" Mark Reuss turned his head and saw Varo walking out of the crowd. He frowned and said, "Boy, you better have a better reason. I'm in a bad mood right now."
Varo's scalp went numb when he heard what Mark Reuss said. Of course, he knew that Mark Reuss was in a bad mood. However, Mark Reuss usually didn't care much about the gladiator candidates. He would only visit them on the first day of school. The next time he wanted to see Mark Reuss would be on the day of the assessment.
"Please allow me to introduce myself first," Varo gritted his teeth.
Mark Reuss raised his chin. "Go ahead."
"I am Varo, an antique dealer from Mule Street …" Varo paused, expecting to see a surprised expression on Mark Reuss's face.
However, the latter just said casually, "And?" It seemed like he had never heard of Varo's name before.
Varo was a little disappointed, but he quickly composed himself and continued, "I think your people may have made a mistake when they bought me. I have excellent business skills, especially in the antique industry. My father is a very famous antique dealer, and I am the same. I just heard you say that you want to make more money, and I think I am the talent you need. As long as you can invest a sum of money in me, I can use my talent …"
Before he could finish his words, Mark Reuss interrupted him. "Let me ask you a question, Varo. If you can really make money like you claim, why are you standing here?"
There was a burst of laughter among the slaves, and Varo's face turned red. "This is an accident. I invested in a business other than antiques, and my partner unfortunately encountered a robber. I had to lose a lot of money."
"That explains everything …" Mark Reuss nodded.
"Everything makes sense?" Varo was puzzled.
"Nothing. I know about your situation, and I will find someone to verify what you said. But before that, focus on the matter at hand. Do me a favor and train well, okay, Varo?"
"Actually, my name is Varo … Besides, everyone in Mule Street knows about me. It's easy to ask anyone."
"Are you teaching me how to do things, Varo?" Mark Reuss said impatiently as he rubbed the emerald ring with his index finger.
"No, master." Varo lowered his head.
"Very well. As I said, I already know what you're talking about. Someone will inform you when there's a result. Just do your job and wait patiently." After Mark Reuss finished speaking, he ignored Varro and disappeared from the balcony.
Only then did the person in charge of the gladiator school stand up from the ground. He first looked at Varo, and his gaze was a little strange. It was as if he was looking at a roasted suckling pig on a grill, mixed with a trace of sympathy.
Varo was also a little puzzled. He felt that although he did not get an immediate investment this time, he had basically gotten the result he wanted. If everything went according to plan, his days in the gladiator school had entered a countdown. As long as Mark Reuss was not stupid, he would soon get him out of here after finding out his identity. Then, he would let Varo do what he was best at. So when he returned to the team, he said to Zhang Heng excitedly, "I did it!"
However, Zhang Heng had no intention of congratulating him. "If life in the countryside is really as bad as you say, I think you'd better consider taking the upcoming training seriously."
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