Everyone was freed up a field and smiled and prepared to watch a good show. Even Zhao Mai was ready to "fight". Unexpectedly, Ricas was still stubborn. He shook his head and said to Percy: "No, I won't play this meaningless game."

"What did you say?" the bald elf lit up Ricas' chest with a thick whip. "You damn slave want to disobey my orders?"

"You are just a slave, no different from the rest of us." Ricas swayed, but still stood there with his chest straight. "Everyone in this yard is the same slave. If you don't have freedom for a day, this will not change. I am just thinking about winning the final championship in the Temple Tower Athletics competition. Nothing else matters to me. You don't matter, and the female slave is not important."

"So, we have a slave who wants freedom?" The elf trainer laughed twice. But the people around him put away their smiles and stopped whispering to each other, but pricked up their ears to listen to their conversation.

"When I was born, my mother died, and my father didn't know where it was. You all called me Moors, mixed-race bastards or simpler, brats. But in fact, I only have one name: slaves. But because I was born a slave, I was born to pursue freedom. Maybe you were like me, and you didn't realize this until now, or you didn't have any idea about it, but one day all slaves will understand this. If you want to establish your authority, it doesn't matter, I can obey, but I have only one goal, that is, Temple Tower Competition. I have lost only one left hand for this. Do you know, I can only wipe my butt with an unfamiliar hand and eat with the same hand."

Everyone laughed in a low voice.

Ricas was still very serious: "But what if I don't wipe my butt for victory and freedom? I would rather never take up bread again and drink soup for the rest of my life, and taste the taste of freedom. So, I won't waste time on being beaten up by a fool! Also, if you say you're in charge now, then let Butcher be released as soon as possible! I need him, he is my partner in pursuing freedom."

He looked around the other gladiators, his eyes swept across their slightly numb faces, and said, "I need more partners, who do you want to join?"

Zhao Mai raised his hand high with a proud smile on his face. Several people were indeed moved, but they did not dare to express their feelings in public. Since they were sure that there was nothing fun and good-looking, everyone did not want to see the ugly face of the bald elf that was about to burst out, so they asked for their own business.

Percy held the whip tightly. He wanted to beat Ricas, but what reason was it? Ricas was the most important slave of the Lord Tessian after all. Ensuring that his championship was closely related to his life and he could not really hurt him. At this time, just wave the whip, he would be at a disadvantage. It would be better to be more mysterious than to behave, which would also reduce some of the bad effects.

But someone didn't want him to achieve this goal. Zhao Mai jumped to the elf, stretched out his hand and said, "It seems that I'm invincible!"

"It's victory without fighting." The elf corrected casually.

"Yes!" Zhao Mai's eyebrows were raised high, and his eyes burst into a "terrible" brilliance: "I won, so I want to pick a slave."

"Get out, you bastard, go back to your beast bars and go to bed with those beasts that can only shit. The slave girl has no share."

"No, you agreed..." Before Zhao Mai finished speaking, he heard the door in a corner of the training ground creaking and opened. Then the butler walked in with more than twenty women of different figures.

"Everyone stands by the wall, and you will serve here from now on, wash clothes, clean and sleep, but you are not allowed to enter the kitchen." The butler's voice was sharp and harsh: "How to distribute and what to do, you can just listen to Percy's words. Women are so disgusting."

After saying that, he glanced around the surrounding gladiator's strong body with his eyes, and then left with a weird laugh.

When these people came in, Zhao Mai narrowed his eyes and almost broke his disguise. Among the female slaves, he actually saw Dogian, the former high-level templar warrior. She was wearing the same clothes as other slaves, but it was obviously not in line with her taller figure, and she always felt unwilling to wrap her around. In addition, her originally cold expression lost her warmth. Although she was still stiff, she was more because of her stupidity. Dogian's eyes were dull and would only look ahead blankly, and she would blink her eyes after a long time. Moreover, her movements also seemed a little stiff, more like a... more like a puppet.

The only one who can derogate from the identity of a high-level tung samurai was the Witch King, so this must be the result of the Witch King personally casting spells. If you can see Dogian's current state, it may be helpful to speculate that the actions of the Tyr's senior management may be, and you will have the hope of understanding the Witch King's abilities. Zhao Mai made a quick decision. When everyone's eyes were attracted by the female slaves, his hand intentionally or unintentionally rested on the shoulders of the elf.

'You will find that fools are useful too.' Zhao Mai mixed a thought into the power of the mind and stuffed it into the elf's mind. 'You have shown your majesty. If you can have a little friendliness, it will help you establish authority. Everyone will be more willing to obey. A fool is a good start, and fulfilling his wishes is very beneficial to you.'

"Yes, it's very beneficial." The elf trainer smelled a refreshing fragrance of flowers. Although Atas's elf had already left the forest and had elegance disappeared from his personality, his olfactory memory of flowers was still hidden deep in his bloodline, and that kind of love would not be erased. Moreover, people who have not learned the ability of psychic powers have very poor resistance to emotional influence. At such a close distance and without any precaution, Zhao Mai could easily destroy his mental defense.

When the butler is there, everyone's eyes are on the female slave; when the butler leaves, the eyes will return to the trainer, so Zhao Mai stepped back three steps ahead of time. Time is rushed and there is no time to build control with more complex thoughts. A short message of hint should be enough. And it has already had a good start, and it will be much more convenient to instill spiritually indoctrinate later.

Everyone looked at the female slave, then stared at the trainer. The bald elf licked his teeth and said, "Well, you all have a chance, but not today. These people need to be cleaned, from the inside out. After all, I can't let you get sick and then start rotting from the bottom."

He saw the greed and desire in the eyes of everyone, and regarded it as flattery and obedience. Then he looked at Zhao Mai and said, "But there is someone who is not afraid of this. It is said that fools will not get sick, so he asked them to tame animals. Are you right?"

"Hehe..." Zhao Mai pretended to be stupid and laughed twice, and just wanted to strangle this nasty guy to death. Most of the implanted spiritual supernatural powers were hints, and they were not as precisely controlled as magic, so these nonsense had to be listened to.

"I'm in a good mood today, so you go and choose one." Percy said in a daze, and he wouldn't think there was anything wrong afterwards.

So, Zhao Mai pretended to choose a few things in the envious eyes of everyone, then took Dogian's hand and walked towards the direction of the beast railing.

"Haha, a fool is a fool." Percy laughed: "Do you want me to teach you some posture?"

A clanging sound overshadowed his laughter. Ricas seemed to feel that his arms were almost done, so he swung the dummy with a prosthetic sword. The blade reflected a red light and turned into meteors in everyone's eyes. In a short while, the dummy was cut into seven pieces and scattered all over the ground. This was the sharpest weapon the slaves had ever seen, and they couldn't help but feel envious.

Perhaps in their hearts, they also think that they belong to the masters. It seems to be a very cost-effective transaction to exchange the masters' property (hands) for a sword, which is the most tragic thing. Ricas did not know his fate, and he also looked at the sword with joy, without knowing what he had almost missed.
Chapter completed!