The person who spoke was the emperor of the Roman Empire, Commod, so Satonilos could not violate the other party's orders. He looked at Zhang Heng with a long look and could only helplessly return to the place where he was standing.

Satonilos could feel that although Commod was mediating, he obviously favored Zhang Heng much, but he was not a fool. He quickly figured out why. At the last moment of the two fighting, Zhang Heng made a hand knife posture and slashed his neck. If the other party was holding a knife or a sword in his hand, there was no doubt that he was already a corpse now.

But I have to say that this method is suspected of being a trick, because after all, the two are fighting with each other empty hands now, so Satonilos naturally will not be wary of swords. Although Zhang Heng did not do this action, it would be possible to cause more serious damage to him when he could not react in time, but it was difficult to be fatal after all, and the two of them would still have to fight later.

Now he suffered a loss and could not say anything about his suffering. Instead, Zhang Heng successfully reversed Commod's first impression of him. From the time he thought he was a little reckless, to now he thought that he was brave and good at fighting, and was able to forgive others even if he was in power, it was a rare quality, not to mention that the other party was just a gladiator.

So after the battle, Commod patted Zhang Heng's shoulder, "Your name is Zhang Heng, right? I heard that you come from the far east, an ancient empire rich in silk, and you played well. I have recorded your name. I am looking forward to your performance in the arena in the future."

"As you wish, my Majesty." Zhang Heng said.

Commod seemed to want to say something, but hesitated for a while and finally didn't say it. After witnessing a tense and exciting battle, he seemed to be satisfied. Later, he was a little absent-minded and lacked interest when he listened to the introduction of the new gladiator.

Dior noticed his reaction and waved his hand to let the other Gladiator school masters retreat.

“I have someone prepare desserts and fruits, and a group of outstanding dancers…”

"Oh," the young emperor raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "I've been out for a while. Thank you for your kind hospitality, and Krispina is not very comfortable tonight. I think we'd better take the lead."

"Of course," Dior said, "the queen's body is the most important." He said as he personally sent Commod and Krispina out of the door, and then stood at the door with the young emperor and talked about something privately.

Zhang Heng tried to prick up his ears, but because the distance was far, no one could hear what they were talking to.

But the next moment, another slightly hoarse and lazy voice rang out from his ears, "Ha, so, are you the oriental who became famous in the Victor Arena that time before?"

Zhang Heng looked up and saw a woman who looked about thirties, but her skin was well maintained. Like the teenage girl in this era, she had a slightly fat face, which gave her a naive girlish feeling. However, the cold look in her eyes and slightly upturned lips showed that she had an extraordinary status, which could be seen from the attitude of other female guests towards her.

When watching the game before, the other female guests basically stood beside her and Queen Crispina.

She wore a very thin metal mesh on her head, which made her hair bulge. Apart from this metal mesh and the wedding ring on her right hand, there were no other accessories on her body.

Zhang Heng probably guessed the other party’s identity and had a headache. He didn’t want to have anything to do with the person in front of him.

However, things went against my wishes. Seeing that he was silent, the other party did not leave. Instead, he turned his face up. There was a scent of rose petals on her body. The heat exhaled from her mouth touched Zhang Heng's ears. "Haha, do you think everyone else is a fool? Can't see your little thoughts? Tell me the Oriental people, what is your purpose for getting close to my brother? Be careful, don't lie, otherwise I will ask the guard to drag you out and behead you directly. Do you know who I am right? Then you should also know that I am not just scaring you."

Zhang Heng had no choice but to this point he could only answer, "Yes, respected Augusta."

Standing in front of Zhang Heng at this moment was the most noble woman in the entire Roman Empire, Aurelius' eldest daughter, Commod's sister Lucira, who was also the only woman who possessed the title of Augusta after her mother's death.

The title of Augusta corresponds to Augustus, which is roughly equivalent to the meaning of queen, and it is also the highest title that women in the entire Roman Empire can get.

Lucira was still Lucius's wife when he received this title. At that time, Rome was in the era when the latter and Aurelius ruled the two emperors. However, Lucius died of illness not long after, and Aurelius arranged for Lucira to marry Pompeianus.

However, there are rumors that Lucira was not very satisfied with her second marriage. Although her current husband is a powerful figure in the military, her status is still incomparable to the previous emperor Lucius. Lucira was downgraded from the queen to the wife of the governor. Fortunately, her title of Augusta was still retained.

Moreover, she herself seemed to value this title very much. When Zhang Heng called her that, she finally showed a smile on her face and her tone eased a little, "You haven't answered my question yet, Gladiator."

"What do you think a gladiator wants the most?" Zhang Heng asked back.

"Freedom?" Lucy Rafted her eyebrows, "All gladiators want freedom, but no, I don't think that's what you're trying to get close to my brother."

Zhang Heng's eyelids twitched. He almost thought something was wrong with the old trainer, which led to his identity being leaked. Fortunately, Lucila quickly continued, "The people who come here tonight have only one purpose, regardless of the high or low," she paused and slowly uttered two words, "Right. Agree, you want more than freedom. You must have heard of the story about my brother. Humph, he always has some unrealistic expectations for the lower class people. Now the two consultants he trusts most are not from aristocratic."

"You have a pair of sharp eyes." Zhang Heng admitted with the flow.
Chapter completed!