Carrying wood is just the beginning, and then everyone conducted sprint training, weightlifting training, movement training, and some one-on-one basic exercises. Until the sun was about to set and everyone was exhausted, Gaby finally announced that the first day of training had come to an end.

The preparatory gladiator who had reached his limit shook his body when he heard this, and fell to the ground without even a little finger. Among them was Varo. When Varo looked at Zhang Heng, he found that although the latter was sweating and steaming, his breathing was still very stable.

Sweat flowed down his chest, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, he seemed to have a golden coating. Zhang Heng's muscles looked a little special. His size was not as strong as those big heads. This is also the reason why most people easily overlook him when they first saw him, but every muscle under the clothes was well-proportioned, and they were pieced together like a precision instrument.

He stretched out a hand to Varo, "You better get up quickly, or you'll be hungry, don't expect those guys to be kind and leave us food."

Varo looked around and found that everyone on the training ground had almost left, and those who were so tired that they didn't want to move were also taken away by their companions.

"Thank you." Varo took a deep breath, grabbed Zhang Heng's hand, and stood up from the ground, "The good news is... If it goes well, I won't have to participate in this damn training tomorrow. By the way, what did you mean by saying that I didn't doubt my own experience?"

"Before I answer your question, you might as well answer one of my questions first," said Zhang Heng. "Will your slave trader friend do a loss-making business?"

"Of course not, chickpeas are recognized as smart people, and they have many ways. Even if they are not the smartest slave trader, they are not far apart." Varo said.

"I remember you told me that the average gladiator slave price is 2,000 Sesters, and the price you sell to chickpeas is 2,500 Sesters, because you have the ability to do business, and then the chickpeas sell you to the gladiator school..."

"Yes, what do you want to say?"

"So, there are two possibilities, either the chickpeas are not losing money and sell you to the Gladiator School at a price higher than 2500 Sesters, but this way the school should be very clear about where your value is and will not send you here from the beginning, or…"

Zhang Heng paused, "He sold you here at a normal or even lower price, and as you said, he would not lose money, so there must be someone who will pay for him behind the scenes. This means, my Roman friend, it is not accidental that you were sold here, but worse, since the other party did such a thing, they will definitely not forget that you can leave here through your business, so there is reason to believe that the other party has been prepared for this. Finally, judging from the previous attitude of Mark Ruth towards you, I think he is probably one of the insiders."

Valo was dizzy after Zhang Heng's analysis. He subconsciously opened his mouth to refute the other party, but he didn't know where to refute it.

Finally, I just said, "You don't know me at all, nor do you understand what's going on in me. You haven't even been to Rome before, so I don't think you should guess things you don't know anymore. I just need to finish my last meal here and have a good sleep. When I open my eyes the next morning, I can leave this ghost place and never come back, so don't talk about conspiracy and tricks to me over and over again. This world is not as dark as you think. We should have kindness..."

"What you said makes sense." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Varo didn't hear Zhang Heng clearly.

"We should be kind-hearted...this sentence makes a lot of sense."

"Are you... laughing at me?" Varo was a little suspicious.

"No, I admire those who are willing to look at this world with a kind attitude. Moreover, my Roman friends, if we don't go to eat, we may not even be able to drink the soup." Zhang Heng said helplessly.

"Oh oh oh, then leave quickly, 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 too."

"Thank you, but for now, I want to stay here for a while."

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A week passed in the blink of an eye. Preparing for a gladiator's life is very simple. There are only three things every day, that is, training, training or training.

Repeating the basic exercises is so boring that it makes people doubt their lives. At the same time, every time I finish practicing, I feel like my whole body is being squeezed out. However, no one dares to be lazy, because although the training plan has been formulated, Gaby will still be present in person every day.

It can be seen that Gabi attaches great importance to their newcomers, and some people secretly asked about the guys who had passed the assessment before and became formal gladiators. According to those guys, although their training was very hard at that time, it was not as hard as this level. Therefore, this probably belongs to Gabi's extra care for this group of newcomers.

Especially the Germanic Bach, who was almost ruined by Gabi. His training volume was the largest among all, often twice as many as others. Although he was very physically strong and powerful, he could not resist this kind of practice. He was tortured to curse every time, Gabi's face still did not show any satisfaction. In fact, as time went by, his expression became more and more serious.

And today is also the day to announce the distribution results.

As early as the night before, everyone had already told Gaby about the type of gladiator they wanted to be trained. Of course, the final result was 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." Gabi's eyes turned around everyone's faces and shouted out his first name.

The slaves who were called to their names came out of the crowd.

"Chasing the Soldier." Gabi said.

A hint of joy flashed in Aris's eyes. This is his happy profession. The opponents of the chasing soldiers are usually net fighters. When fighting, they will wear helmets. The helmet top is very smooth, leaving only two observation holes, which will facilitate them to get rid of the control of the fishing net. The combat method takes into account both agility and defense, and can maximize his advantages.

"Kalun Diga." Gabi didn't stop and called out the second person's name again
Chapter completed!