Carrying the log was just the beginning. After that, they went through sprint training, weightlifting training, movement training, and some one-on-one basic exercises. When the sun was about to set, everyone was exhausted. Gaby finally announced that the first day of training had come to an end.
Some gladiators who had reached their limits swayed and fell to the ground when they heard Zhang Heng's words. They didn't even want to move their little fingers. Varo was one of them. When Varo looked at Zhang Heng, he found that although the latter was also sweating profusely and hot, his breathing was still very stable.
Sweat flowed down his chest, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, it seemed to coat him with a layer of golden plating. Zhang Heng's muscles looked a little special. His body was not as strong as the other gladiators, which was why it was easy for most people to ignore him at first glance. However, under his clothes, every muscle was well-proportioned, and when put together, he looked like a precise instrument.
He stretched out a hand to Varo, "You'd better get up quickly, or you will starve. Don't expect those guys to be kind enough to leave us any food."
Varo looked around and found that most of the people on the training ground had left. Those who were too tired to move had been carried away by their companions.
"Thank you." Varo took another deep breath, grabbed Zhang Heng's hand, and stood up from the ground. "The good news is … if everything goes well, I don't have to participate in this damn training tomorrow. By the way, what do you mean when you said that I never doubted what happened to me?"
"Before I answer your question, why don't you answer my question first," Zhang Heng said. "Your slave trader friend, will he make a losing deal?"
"Of course not. Chickpea is recognized as a smart person, and he has many connections. Even if he is not the smartest slave trader, he is not far from it," Varo said.
"I remember you told me that the price of a gladiator slave is only two thousand Sestertius, and you sold me to Chickpea for two thousand and five hundred Sestertius because you have the talent to do business. After that, Chickpea sold you to the gladiator school …"
"Yes, what are you trying to say?"
"So, there are two possibilities. First, Chickpea did not lose money and sold you to the gladiator school at a price higher than 2,500 Sestertius. In this case, the school should know your value very well, and they wouldn't have sent you here in the first place. Or …" Zhang Heng sighed.
Zhang Heng paused. "He sold you here at a normal or even lower price. As you said, he won't lose money. So, someone must be paying for him behind the scenes. This means, my Roman friend, it's not a coincidence that you were sold here. What's worse is that since the other party has done such a thing, they will definitely not forget that you can leave this place with your business skills. So, we have reason to believe that the other party is prepared for this. Finally, judging from Mark Reuss's attitude towards you, I think he is probably one of the insiders. "
Varro was confused by Zhang Heng's analysis. He subconsciously wanted to refute Zhang Heng, but he didn't know where to start. "You don't know me at all, and you don't know what happened to me.
"You don't know me at all, and you don't understand what happened to me. You haven't even been to Rome before this, so I don't think you should speculate about things you don't understand. I just want to finish my last meal here and have a good sleep. When I wake up the next morning, I will be able to leave this damn place and never come back. So don't talk to me about conspiracies and conspiracies again and again. The world is not as dark as you think. We should be kind …"
"What you said makes sense." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"What?" Varro didn't hear what Zhang Heng said.
"We should be kind … This sentence makes a lot of sense."
"Are you … laughing at me?" Varro was a little skeptical.
"No, I admire those who are willing to look at the world with a kind eye. And, my Roman friend, if we don't go and eat now, I'm afraid we won't even get to drink the soup," Zhang Heng said helplessly.
"Oh, oh, then let's go. Don't worry. My previous promise is still valid. When I regain my freedom, I will find a way to get you out of here."
"Thank you, but for now, I want to stay here for a while."
…
A week passed in the blink of an eye. The life of a gladiator trainee was very simple. There were only three things to do every day, and that was training, training, and more training.
The repetitive basic exercises were so boring that it made people doubt their lives. At the same time, they would feel like all their strength had been drained after each training session. However, no one dared to slack off. Although the training plan had been formulated, Gaby still attended every day in person.
It could be seen that Gaby attached great importance to this group of newcomers. Some people also secretly asked the guys who passed the assessment to become official gladiators. According to those guys, although their training was very hard, it was not to this extent. So, it was probably Gaby's extra care for this group of newcomers.
Especially the Germanic Bach, who was almost broken by Gaby. His training was the heaviest among all of them, often twice as much as the others. Although he was physically strong, he could not withstand this kind of training. Every time, he would be tortured to the point of cursing. However, Gaby never showed a satisfied look on his face. In fact, as time went by, his expression became more and more serious.
And today was the day to announce the results of the assignment.
As early as the night before, everyone had told Gaby about the type of gladiator they wanted to be trained into. Of course, the final result was still decided by the gladiator school. When they were sweating profusely on the training ground, the trainers were also silently observing them, looking for a suitable training direction.
"Arius." Gaby's eyes looked around everyone's face and called out the first name.
The slave whose name was called walked out from the crowd.
"Pursuer," Gaby said.
There was a flash of joy in Arius's eyes. This was his favorite profession. The pursuer's opponent was usually a net fighter. When they fought, they would wear a helmet. The helmet was designed to be very sleek, leaving only two holes for observation, which made it easier for them to get rid of the net's control. Their fighting style took into account agility and defense, which could maximize their advantages.
"Callendiga." Gaby did not stop and called out the second person's name.
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