After treating Maximus's wound, he casually tore off his smelly clothes at the end of the season, put on the linen robe he had put aside, and handed the other piece to Maximus. Prosimo's servants brought him to him. ? ?
"There will be a duel tomorrow, so I need to test your fighting ability and then separate into teams!" Proximo explained to Ji Mo, and when he saw Ji Mo frowning slightly, he laughed twice. , said: "Of course, you don't have to do it!".
Then he said to the servant: "Red!"
After he finished speaking, a servant used a brush dipped in red paint to paint a big red dot on Ji Mo's chest.
"Does this mean strong?" Ji Mo said in secret.
Proximo turned to Maximus and said: "Then you are next, Spaniard?".
"No, I don't know how to do any tests!" Maximus shook his head and walked aside.
Seeing this, Proximo's servant couldn't help but glare at him, but Proximo glanced at Ji Mohou, smiled and said to the servant: "Don't worry about him! Just remember the yellow!".
After the words fell, he turned to Ji Mo and said: "By the way, what should I call you, Gladiator?".
"Me?" Ji Mo opened his mouth and said: "Ji Mo!".
Proximo lowered his head and said, "I believe this name will be spread throughout the land of Rome in the future!".
…
In the room where the gladiators rested.
Looking at Ji Mo sitting next to him with his eyes closed and concentrating, Maximus, who was excited to meet Ji Mo, remembered what Ji Mo said to Proximo before, gritted his teeth and said: "Why do you want to take the initiative to be a gladiator? Don’t you know this is something only slaves do?”
"Didn't you find a new target? I don't have anywhere to go. Besides, food and accommodation are provided here."
"Nonsense! Even so, how can you take the initiative to be a gladiator!" Maximus glared at Ji Mo. Even though his voice was deliberately lowered by him, Ji Mo could still hear the anger in his words.
Ji Mo opened his eyes, looked at the other person calmly, and said, "If I said that a mysterious existence gave me the task of becoming a gladiator, and this is a task that I must complete, would you believe it?" .
"A mysterious existence?" Maximus stared closely at the end of the season and said, "What is it? Who can order you, even Caesar doesn't look down on you, and can give you tasks?".
Listening to Maximus's words, I felt a headache at the end of the season. Except for the people he took out of this plane, he was not allowed to inform others of his existence. This time the system stipulated that.
Ji Mo said helplessly: "Maximus, I will explain this matter to you in the future, but the time has not yet come.".
Maximus opened his mouth but said nothing. He understood the helplessness on Ji Mo's face. Since Ji Mo said he would explain to him in the future, he believed that Ji Mo must have his own reasons, and then did not ask any more questions. People became quiet.
At this time, a tall figure with black skin came over, looked at the two Ji Mo who were sitting together indifferently, and said, "Hey, you two, the Spaniard and...".
"By the way, what's your name?" The black man scratched his head and asked in confusion.
"It's you, thank you for treating my injury on the road!" Maximus raised his head and said.
Hearing this, Ji Mo took a high look at the black man, because when he treated Maximus's wound, there was no inflammation in the wound. Although it looked a little disgusting, the treatment effect was still good.
"Ji Mo!" Ji Mo smiled.
"When you rushed over, you were very good at knocking down those gladiators!" the black man said slightly excitedly, and then said: "My name is Juba!".
"Juba!" Ji Mo repeated the sentence and said: "Thank you for saving him!".
"No, I just treated his wounds. It was the slave merchant who decided to take him with him!" Juba waved his hand and then said to Ji Mo: "You are very powerful, but why didn't he test it? As far as I know , he has been marked yellow, and yellows are destined to die! In the duel tomorrow, the opponent's gladiator will attack the yellow one first!"
"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Ji Mo blinked, looking a little surprised.
"Of course! Of course we have to separate and fight, and we also need props to entertain the audience, and they are the props that have been decided in advance! Props to entertain the audience with life and blood!" A tall man appeared behind Juba and answered After answering the question at the end of the season, he immediately said: "I am Pelosimo! The captain of the gladiators."
As he spoke, he showed a provocative look towards Ji Mo.
Ji Mo's face was calm, but a man who had been sitting at the door heard what Perosimo said, looked at the yellow mark on his body, and screamed: "I am yellow, then I am dead! No, I am a scribe and can speak seven languages. I don’t want to fight!”
"Oh, scribe? Congratulations, you can scream in seven languages tomorrow!" Perosimo smiled evilly, making the screaming man tremble.
Maximus, who had been listening to everyone talking, patted Ji Mo on the shoulder and said, "Mo, do me a favor!"
"What?"
Maximus pointed to the tattoos of several letters on his shoulder with wounds and said: "Cut this off!".
"Is this the god you believe in? Aren't you afraid of his anger?" Juba asked.
"Angry? Haha!" Maximus sneered. From the moment his wife and children died, there was no longer a god in his world.
…
The next day, in the gladiator room in the duel arena.
A dozen gladiators are waiting to appear, and Season Finale and Maximus are among them.
Listening to the tsunami-like shouts coming from outside, at the end of the season, I had a new understanding of this era and the Romans' enthusiasm for gladiatorial combat.
Proximo stretched out his arms and said intoxicatedly: "Did you hear it! This cheer, this is the cheer for you!".
Then Proximo, with a look in his eyes that seemed like memories and regrets, glanced at the gladiators and said: "Yes, this is honor. When you are in the arena, you use the weapons in your hands to pierce the enemy's body. At that time, you will be admired by them and cheered by them, and you will also like the cheering!"
"Human beings will eventually turn into a pile of withered bones. Sadly, we cannot change this fate, but we have the right to choose how to face death. Only in this way can we be remembered as human beings."
