Against the background of the phantom of a real beast, the tattoos on Kratos's body seemed to come alive. People standing close seemed to be able to vaguely hear the painful cries of countless dead people, but when they woke up in a flash, they found that they were covered in sweat.
It's like the feeling of weakness and weakness after a serious illness.
I don't know how much time passed before Kratos' voice finally sounded slowly, but at this time it sounded low and hoarse, with a slightly trembling voice that seemed to be holding back some pain.
"Dedicate your loyalty and faith, and I will give you strength... the power to protect your family, the power to survive, the power to be free, the power to always have food and clothing... From now on, Arthur Evans is your eternal master
, Kingship is glory, and you will gloriously serve as Arthur Evans on the steps of Mycenae!"
After speaking, Kratos suddenly clenched his fist, and the muscles all over his body trembled violently hundreds of times at this moment. He punched the ground hard and only heard a loud bang. Everyone was shocked because of the sound coming from the ground.
Shaking and swaying.
In their disbelieving eyes, the ground of the martial arts arena actually exploded into a huge hole, and all the hard masonry on the surface turned into blue powder, floating in the air together with the soil and dust.
In his previous life, he was the strongest special forces soldier known as the "King of Hell". Kratos, who has taught countless soldiers directly or indirectly, is naturally well versed in the art of controlling people. A carrot sandwiched between a big stick is a tried and tested method.
When he saw the awe and submission in the eyes of these slaves, Kratos knew that he had successfully gained their obedience temporarily, but if he wanted to gain their eternal loyalty, he would need to show more strength.
In Kratos' concept, there is no eternal loyalty in the world, nor is there any betrayal for no reason. As long as he remains strong and always stands at the top of his strength, no one will be willing to dedicate everything to him.
Next, Kratos divided the slaves, and all the prisoners of war were removed from their wooden shackles and placed under his direct jurisdiction to become the guards of the third prince.
However, no arrangements were made for the young slaves who were more than a hundred years old, and they were given clean clothes and sufficient food.
After everything was arranged, Kratos asked Arthas to take away all the slaves, but the strange thing was that he left one of the prisoners alone with disheveled hair and looking rather thin.
Kratos walked deliberately and walked around the slave without saying a word. The latter always lowered his head. Although his face could not be seen clearly because of the messy hair, his body was obviously emitting a slight tremor.
of trembling.
As if he couldn't bear the gaze of Kratos, the prisoner-of-war slave said tremblingly: "Sir, sir... what are your orders."
Kratos stopped teasing the other person and said directly: "Mr. Thief...or I should call you the great escapee Kohler. When did you change your profession to be a slave?"
The prisoner of war trembled suddenly, and then immediately raised his head to look at Kratos. Under the messy hair was a face full of disbelief.
"Who are you?"
Kratos narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a calm tone: "Compared to my appearance, maybe my fists can help you recall your memory, Kohler the Escapee."
"You are... you are the Spartan!"
At this time, Kratos's appearance has changed drastically compared to before. Starting from his face, half of his body is covered with strange dark red tattoos. His originally dark and messy hair has also been shaved off, leaving only a shiny bald head.
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But after Kratos reminded him, Kohler immediately recalled that the powerful barbarian in front of him was the Spartan who had seen the traces of his theft and forcibly took away his dirt.
The past grudges suddenly appeared in Kohler's mind at this moment. Just when he was secretly sneering and wanted to teach this ungrateful Spartan some lessons, the other person's next words made him wide-eyed in surprise.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Thief, I seem to have ruined your plan again. Are you planning to disguise yourself as a slave and successfully enter the mansion of a noble or wealthy businessman, and then carry out the theft openly?"
Regardless of Kohler's surprised expression, Kratos continued: "If my guess is correct, you should have been thinking about taking revenge on me just now, but I regret to tell you that our third prince is
You are notoriously poor, and all my wealth has been spent on you just now."
Kohler's surprised expression could not calm down for a long time. He didn't know whether he was surprised that his thoughts were guessed, or he was surprised by the other party's performance that obviously went against the iron law that Spartans have more muscles than brains.
When the show of force was almost complete, Kratos also restrained his teasing tone and suddenly said seriously: "I already recognized your identity when we were in the slave market, but you don't have to worry too much. I am very concerned about catching thieves.
No interest whatsoever."
"Spartan, tell us your purpose. Your arrogant threats are completely useless. There is no prison in the world that can stop the great escapee Kohler."
Kratos didn't say anything, and threw the bag prepared by Arthas in front of Kohler. The small bag hit the ground with a heavy muffled sound.
"This is the most sophisticated stone lock in Tyrian City. If you can open it within ten breaths, I will let you leave here with the same weight of gold as your body."
A glimmer of light flashed in Kohler's eyes. He carefully opened the bag and saw that it was indeed just a stone lock inside. Then he raised his head and asked cautiously: "What will happen if I can't open it?"
"If you can't open it, get out of here. We Third Prince don't need incompetent trash."
Kohler, an escapee with such a great reputation that he could even enter and leave the palace with ease, would be called an incompetent waste. Even Kohler could not help but feel exhausted at this moment.
"Very well Spartan, I hope your commitment is as strong as your body."
After finishing speaking, Kohler stopped talking nonsense and took out a special-looking small copper pillar from somewhere in his hand. Then he picked up the stone lock and began to try to open it with his proud ability.
Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Kohler's forehead. Finally, when the sweat condensed into sweat beads, a gentle "click" sound was heard. The originally closed stone lock suddenly popped open, and a satisfied expression appeared on Kohler's face.
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But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Fourteen breaths, it seems that the name of the escaped Kohler and his actual ability are like the difference between the Eurotas River and a stream."
Legend has it that the source of the Eurotas River is at the top of the Olympus Mountains, and it converges at the foot of the mountains to form a river. It carries the rolling water throughout the entire Peloponnese continent, and finally merges into the great Aegean Sea.
Kohler was first angered, but he calmed down after just one breath, with a disdainful sneer on his face.
"Humph, stupid Spartan, ignorance is your real incompetence. The lock that Kohler cannot open, no mortal in this world can open."
A strange look flashed in Kratos' eyes for an instant, and he immediately said: "Very good, it seems that your ignorance is also part of your incompetence. What if someone can open this stone lock within ten breaths?"
Kohler said without hesitation: "I will swear on my soul that I will serve him as a sage for life."
The sage is right
Although Kohler was excited by Kratos' words at this time, he was confident that no one in the world was better at stealing and unlocking than him, so he made the oath without hesitation.
"Kratos, when did your sexual orientation change? Such a thin slave will be broken by you."
The third prince who happened to come back saw a ragged slave kneeling at the feet of his Spartan brothers, with a dull expression as if he had just experienced an unbearable blow.
Under Arthur Evans' meaningful eyes, Kratos leaned over to the slave and whispered a few words. The latter's expression changed rapidly, and his eyes flickered as if he had experienced a struggle between heaven and man.
, finally showing an expression of surrender.
When the slave was dejected and staggered away, Arthur Evans remembered his purpose and quickly caught Kratos with a nervous expression and told him the news he had just heard.
The next day, just when everyone thought that the third prince was about to show his ambition to become stronger by purchasing slaves on a large scale, he suddenly made an extravagant act of spending money like water.
The residence of the third prince Arthur Evans is located in the inner area of the center of Tyrian City. Only the rich and powerful can live in the houses here. It is the safest and cleanest place in Tyrian City after the royal palace.
It seems that because he suddenly made a fortune, the third prince thought that his mansion was not luxurious enough, so he bought the entire area behind his mansion.
I don’t know what method was used. It is known that it was the property owned by a noble named Thales. His wife’s father was one of the members of the Parliament and also had a position that cannot be underestimated in the Kingdom of Mycenae.
It was only when Arthur Evans entered his new home that he truly realized that he, the third prince, was indeed extremely worthless in Mycenae, and that his former residence was as shabby as a slum compared to the mansion of this nobleman.
Columns engraved with the glory of the gods are arranged in golden proportions, supporting a majestic mansion. Entering it, although all the furniture and decorations have been removed, you can still feel the grandeur of the past.
What is even more ridiculous is that after the third prince moved into his new home, he immediately found someone to bulldoze his previous residence. At the same time, he found a large number of poor people and slaves in the slums and began to build large-scale construction among the ruins.
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