It took Varro about half an hour to tell them the whole story, including how his wife and best friend tricked him into investing all his money in the Egyptian linen business, and how they fooled him into signing the deadly contract. After that, he became a slave and was sold to the gladiator school.
It was not until the rest of his roommates came back one after another that Varro closed his mouth. However, he still couldn't help but cry on the bed. At this time, Bach and the group of Germanic who had been with him all this time walked in from outside the house.
They seemed to have adapted to their current life. Although Bach once felt that Gaby was targeting him, he was not a complete fool. Although his training was twice as much as the others, Gaby had also found more than one trainer for him. And those trainers were entrusted by Gaby to not only formulate a separate improvement plan for him, but two of them were also willing to teach him their unique skills for free.
Considering the previous conversation between Gaby and Mark Reuss, it was obvious that Gaby was not trying to make things difficult for him. Gaby had made up his mind to make him the next Sethnets, and he did not hesitate to use up all the favors he had accumulated over the years.
However, Bach still felt a little dissatisfied. He did not know what the hell Sethnets was and what kind of glorious history he had. He was not willing to become the next Sethnets. He wanted to be Bach, the one and only Bach. Now that he had accepted the fact that he had become a gladiator, the next thing he had to do was to kill all the opponents in front of him and become a new legend in this arena.
The group of Germanic seemed to be talking about something pleasant. Maybe it was the past of their hometown, or a beautiful girl they had slept with, or they had cut off the enemy's head in the battle. In short, everyone looked happy. However, when they walked into the house, they heard an annoying cry.
"What's wrong? Did someone 'bleep' him?" One of the Germanic asked.
Bach and the others suddenly laughed when they heard that.
"Give this poor man some space. He just experienced the worst day of his life," Zhang Heng said.
"The worst day of your life?" When I was nine years old, my father was killed by the Romans just because he was fishing by the river. An arrow came out of nowhere and pierced his eye socket. On the same day, my brother was stabbed in the heart by a spear on the battlefield, and my mother was dragged away in front of me. I still don't know where they sold her to. I was the only one in the entire family who managed to escape because I was hiding under the bed. However, I didn't cry that day because tears will only make people weak. That's what women do. So, please tell your friend that if he continues to cry, we don't mind treating him the way we treat women. "
So, please tell your friend that if he continues to cry, we don't mind treating him the same way we treat women. "At this moment, the aura that Bach exuded was daunting, and several other people in the same house could not help but shrink to the side. Bach was recognized as the number one person in this cohort, the successor of Sethnets, and the focus of Gaby's training. His violent temper was as famous as his brute force.
However, to Bach's surprise, the face of this foreigner in front of him did not show any fear after seeing him angry. He still leaned against the wooden pillar and looked at him with his head tilted.
"This is not a competition. Even if you have a worse life than him, this is not a reason for you to deprive him of the right to be sad." Zhang Heng said lightly.
As soon as he said this, the room suddenly quieted down.
All eyes were focused on Zhang Heng and Bach. This was the first time someone dared to "provoke" Bach, the Germanic bull.
"Are you determined to stand up for this crybaby?" Bach's face sank. "Before my fist falls on your face, I strongly suggest that you reconsider your position."
This was not the first day that Bach was unhappy with Varo. This guy was dishonest from the very beginning. He shouted at Mark Reuss, who was about to leave the training ground. In Bach's eyes, Varo was just an opportunistic villain who did not take the training seriously. Looking at Varo's cowardly look made Bach angry, not to mention that he was crying now.
It was hard to imagine that such a weak, cowardly, and incompetent person would sleep under the same roof as him. However, because the training had been very intense recently, he did not have the energy to look for trouble with Varo. Until tonight, when he bumped into Varo crying on the bed, the accumulated dissatisfaction in Bach's heart exploded.
As for Zhang Heng, Bach did not have much of a bad impression of him. These days, this easterner had been very low-key. He was neither lazy nor outstanding. However, Zhang Heng's toughness today surprised him a little.
"I'm just stating the facts." Zhang Heng shrugged. "Since we are all slaves now, we might have to compete with each other in the future. Even if we don't want to unite, there is no need to hurt each other."
"Who would compete with that trash? He may not even make it through the final assessment. Maybe in a few days, Gaby will sell him to the countryside." Bach sneered.
"Never underestimate a person's potential. The question is when he will wake up." Zhang Heng touched his chin. As he spoke, he looked at Varo. The latter's eyes were empty like a zombie.
"So, you are going to stick your nose into this mess?"
"Oh, it depends on whether you are willing to accept my suggestion or not," Zhang Heng said.
Bach did not speak anymore and clenched his fists.
However, before he could make a move, Zhang Heng spoke again, "Wait a minute."
"Why, have you changed your mind?"
"No, if you want to fight, I suggest we go to the training ground to settle it. There is more space there. Besides," Zhang Heng paused, "you can ask your companions to guard the entrance of the training ground and prevent others from coming in."
"Why? Don't you want others to see you being beaten up so badly that you look for your teeth all over the floor?"
"Believe me, this is for your own good." Zhang Heng said, "If you still want to be … the successor of Sethnets."
Bach did not answer immediately. He stared into Zhang Heng's eyes, and after a long while, he said, "Well, since you dare to challenge me to a duel, you have guts. As a man, I will agree to your request. And no matter who wins or loses, I will not trouble this sissy anymore. Anyway, he won't have many good days ahead of him."
"Very well, then it's a deal," Zhang Heng said.
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