"What? Are you jealous of me?" Varo's eyes widened. "Hey, if it's because you want to stay for training, and I will leave soon, I can understand how you feel now, my eastern friend. And I won't blame you for it."
"If that's the case, things will be much simpler," Zhang Heng said.
"What do you mean? Because I really can't imagine … any other reason why you won't be happy that a friend is about to leave the abyss of suffering, "Varo said.
Zhang Heng sighed, "My dear Roman friend, have you ever doubted that it was not by chance or accident that you ended up like this?"
Varo was stunned when he heard Zhang Heng's words. Before he could speak again, a whip flew toward the two of them.
Zhang Heng stood motionless, not even blinking his eyes. On the other hand, Varo was scared out of his wits. He subconsciously dodged the whip, and as a result, he bumped into a Parthian behind him. In the end, the whip stopped in front of Zhang Heng's face. It was only a few centimeters away from Zhang Heng's cheek.
"What's wrong? Did you leave your antiques with me?" the Parthian asked maliciously.
Varo was still a little confused. He didn't know why the other party would suddenly find trouble with him when they had no grievances with each other. However, when he saw the similarly hostile eyes around him, he wasn't so stupid that he immediately realized what was wrong.
Whether Zhang Heng was jealous or not was another matter. However, his previous words had successfully aroused the jealousy of the other slaves.
In the eyes of these people, Varo was undoubtedly a "deserter."
While others had to train hard for the assessment, he did not have to worry about it. It would not take long for him to go out and do his business leisurely.
Although he realized this, Varo did not regret it. He never thought that he would stay in the gladiator school for long. He was not the same kind of person as these people around him.
And this was probably why he preferred to stay with Zhang Heng, a fallen aristocrat from the Great Han Empire. Although the latter came from the mysterious and distant east, he still had a lot in common with him.
Fortunately, the conflict between him and the Parthians did not escalate because more and more trainers pulled out their whips.
The person in charge of the school put on a serious expression and said coldly, "Stand still, you idiots. Stop whispering to each other. Listen carefully to what I'm going to say next, because I'm only going to say it once." At this point, he could not help but take another look at Zhang Heng. Before this, he did not pay much attention to this rather exotic young man.
He could barely remember when he bought the gladiator. He only had some sporadic memories. It seemed that he bought the gladiator when he bought the Sami people. This was a little strange to him because it was not by chance that he could become the person in charge of the gladiator school. It was inseparable from his seriousness and meticulousness, especially when it came to selecting the reserve gladiators. Basically, he picked them one by one to ensure that every penny was spent wisely.
It was rare for him to forget about Zhang Heng after he bought him. However, this indirectly showed that the young man in front of him was not worth paying attention to.
Mark Reuss had been urging Gaby to find a successor for Sethnets. In a sense, the gladiators of this era were very similar to the pop idols of later generations. Considering that gladiatorial performances were the most popular form of entertainment in this era, it did not seem surprising.
This was probably the earliest prototype of the fan economy. Excellent gladiators could greatly increase the arena's attendance rate, and it could also bring some unexpected additional benefits. However, this did not mean that the gladiator school only needed to consider the quality of the gladiator when selecting talents, ignoring the quantity.
It was also easy to understand this point. It was like building a team, and the star player would always be the most dazzling star on the field. However, if you wanted a team to run normally, you still needed more ordinary players to play their respective roles. Considering the high-risk nature of the gladiator profession, the consumption and demand for personnel were undoubtedly huge.
Therefore, while the gladiator school worked hard to build the trump card, they also needed to replenish a lot of ordinary players.
And Zhang Heng was undoubtedly one of those ordinary players. However, Gaby was a little surprised when he saw Zhang Heng calmly facing the whip and did not dodge it.
However, he did not dwell too much on this matter. Right now, his heart was far from being as calm as he looked on the surface.
It was simply impossible to cultivate the next Sethnets in 50 days. The gladiators in front of him might be good, and Bach could be considered a promising talent. However, they were still far from Sethnets. The latter's name had spread all over Rome. Although the gladiator school supported him, the spectators in the stands were not fools. They would not be fooled that easily.
Sethnets was indeed the strongest gladiator of his generation. He had a natural sense of combat and excellent combat skills. Even if his physical fitness declined a lot in the later stages, he could still make up for it with his rich experience. It was hard for outsiders to notice it. Coupled with his handsome face, even the queen could not help but fall in love with him. She even secretly summoned him to the palace once.
At that time, Aurelius was still fighting outside, and no one knew what happened that night. This incident added a lot of color to the many legends of Sethnets.
Sethnets was trained by Gaby, so he knew very well that Bach couldn't do what Sethnets could. Not only in terms of skills, but also in terms of Sethnets' unique charm and handsome fighting style.
However, there was no turning back for Gaby now.
No one knew Mark Reuss better than him. Although he was now a free man due to his contributions over the years, Gaby still insisted on addressing Mark Reuss as his master. He had seen Mark Reuss's methods, and he would never want to become this man's enemy.
Gaby could only do his best. He turned his attention back to the matter at hand and said in a deep voice, "I know … before you came here, you have all kinds of experiences and stories. Slaves, prisoners of war, debtors, men who want to earn money to support their families, or simply looking for excitement. But let's be honest, I don't care at all. Since you are here, you all have a reason to become a gladiator. You'd better work hard to achieve it and pass the assessment in 50 days. Don't take any chances."
When he said that, Gaby's eyes glanced at Varo, intentionally or unintentionally. "Because this is the only way for you."
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