Without much effort, Brutus and Priul found their target in a hall of the Arena.
This hall set up in the arena is specifically used to deal with slave affairs-usually the sale of goods. Since the game is not completely over yet, there are only a few people here.
But I can still meet a few people after all...
Brutus glanced at the cat-eared girl who was following a slave owner, and the cat-eared boys who were guarded by two attendants and had their hands tied with ropes strung in a row.
The slave owner showed the slaves he had brought to the staff in the hall, and kept talking about their advantages to the foreman beside him. After a pharmacist in the arena examined the bodies of these slaves in detail,
He nodded to the foreman to indicate that there was nothing serious about his health.
"Three silver lats." The foreman said the number.
"Only three?" The slave owner shook his head without hesitation, "Impossible. Hunter, you know how much effort it takes to get these people from Joante."
Hunter, the foreman, waved his hand: "I'll give you three because of our many years of friendship. According to the market, this girl is worth at most one hundred and fifty copper lats. As for the boy, ha, who would use these these days?
Weak, half-cat people working?"
The slave owner twisted the ring on his index finger and thought for a moment: "At least four."
"Four?" Hunter sneered a few times, walked up to a half-cat boy, and lifted off his clothes with few pieces of cloth, "See for yourself, is this kind of stuff worth so much in total?"
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Brutus looked back and saw that the boy's body was covered with scars and blood scabs. But this matter had nothing to do with him. He shook his head and followed Priul's footsteps.
In the corner of the hall, they saw Gregorio Gaglia sitting on a bench. The newly freed gladiator was naked and seemed to be staring at the stone pillars supporting the hall in front of him in a daze.
Puliul walked to the side of Galea: "Gregorio Galea?"
Gallia turned back to look at the person who called his name. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but no suitable sound came out.
Brutus stood next to Priul, looking at the target of their trip: brown curly hair that had not been taken care of for a long time; his eyes were dim and lifeless; his face seemed to have been washed with clean water not long ago, but it was still dirty, and his chin
It was covered with stubble of varying lengths; the skin condition looked terrible, dark and full of wrinkles.
"You probably haven't had a good conversation for a long time." Priul took out a water bag from his pocket and handed it to Gallia, "Maybe it will feel better if you take a few sips."
Gallia looked at Priul, but he still stretched out his hand to take the water bag.
Priul smiled, as if he was accustomed to Gallia's behavior and didn't take it to heart at all: "Well, I think I have to explain my purpose first. I have a friend who is expanding the province of Turner.
Adventure group, I'm here to help him recruit suitable members."
"The weekly salary for this job is forty copper lat. The adventure group will ensure basic logistical supplies. You have to bear the responsibility for equipment and medicines. However, if you are short of money, we can also provide a loan. The seizure after the battle will be handed over.
30%, the mission rewards issued by Bikels will be distributed according to the performance in the mission."
"How about it? Consider joining?"
Gallia shook his head, stood up and prepared to walk out of the hall.
"Have you thought about your plans after leaving?" Brutus asked Gallia, "Although you are free now, I'm afraid you are only free. Do you still want to be sold here because of debts?
"
Gallia's footsteps paused, and he turned his head to look at Brutus.
Brutus and Gallia looked at each other: "Are you interested in having a full meal? We'll treat you."
...
Looking at Gallia devouring his food and the stack of plates in front of him, Brutus couldn't help but feel lucky that it wasn't him who would have to pay for the meal later.
Prioul, who had to pay the bill later, looked very leisurely, with his legs crossed and leaning against the back of his chair, humming an unknown ditty.
Of course, the open-air restaurant they chose cannot be very high-end - after all, it is too easy to find a restaurant specifically chosen by dock workers in the port area, and this kind of restaurant can satisfy the taste of people like Gallia.
need.
At the same time, there is no need to worry about clothing. Although it is already autumn, people who do hard work still wear cool clothes, so it is probably not very strange for a naked man to appear here...
Gallia's voice sounded low and hoarse: "Although I appreciate your treat, unfortunately I have no interest in fighting."
"What are your plans next?" Priul asked casually.
Gallia showed a hint of reminiscence: "Go home."
"Inside Sissoko City?"
"No, Caliggus."
Brutus was very unfamiliar with this place name, but Priul knew this place: "Calrigus? Oh, it turns out you are not a citizen of Loma. I don't think you can go back."
He looked at Gallia who put down the tableware and looked at him: "A tsunami destroyed that place, and the Kingdom of Loma has no plans to rebuild Caligus yet."
"This is impossible." Gallia stood up suddenly and shouted in a rather excited tone, "Poseidon will bless all Carrigus people!"
Priul seemed very calm. Brutus, on the other hand, didn't have any reaction because he didn't know much about these gods. This made Gallia calm down. He sighed and sat down again.
Priul glanced at Brutus who was sitting beside him, and then returned his gaze to Gallia. After thinking for a while, he took out a shell and put it on the table.
Gallia's eyes were fixed on the shells on the table. After a long silence, he collapsed as if he had completely lost his energy. At this moment, Brutus hurriedly stood up and helped Gallia back to sit down.
Hold this guy's arm to prevent him from falling to the ground again.
"It took the Sissoko Navy a long time to find your Poseidon Temple from the ruins and bring back all the loot worth looting. I don't know if you are too lucky or too unlucky."
"You must have done this!" Gallia seemed to have found the key words to cheer himself up. He swept Brutus away with his hand and growled angrily.
Priul shook his head and stood up from his chair: "How can humans control the power of nature at will? Brutus, I don't think we need to talk to this guy anymore."
"If you plan to join us, you can go to..." Brutus left Galea the address of Priul's house, and he sighed, "If you don't plan to join us, then live a good life.
Go down."
...
"Brutus, do you think freedom is higher than life?" Priul asked Brutus, looking at the arena in the distance.
"Everyone's answer is different." Brutus hesitated, not intending to continue his thoughts.
"There is no free life. I think we have a clear example in front of us." Puliure pointed to the arena and expressed his opinion, "They have been deprived of even the right to choose. Life and death are all up to their own masters.
thoughts.”
"So what do you think of Jephson?"
Priul smiled when he heard this: "The difference between a slave contract and an employment contract can be discussed at length. Brutus, I think slaves will still be a long-term group of people. All I can do is
That’s it.”
Brutus felt that he heard the hidden meaning of Priul's words, but he still did not intend to express his position on it.