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Chapter 106 The right to choose, how to face death

After treating the wound for Maximus, at the end of the season, he tore off the stinky clothes on his body, put on the flaxen robe that was put aside, and handed the other to Maximus, and the two were slaved by the gladiators. The servant of Lord Prosimo brought him before him.

"There will be a duel tomorrow, so I need to test your fighting ability, and then divide into teams!" Facing the end of the season, Prosimo explained in this way, and when he saw the end of the season frowning slightly, he laughed twice , said: "Of course, you don't have to do it!".

Then he said to the servant: "Red!"

After the words fell, a servant used a brush stained with red paint to paint a big red dot on the chest of the end of the season.

"Does this mean strong?" Ji Mo whispered.

Proximo turned to Maximus and said: "So, you are next, Spaniard?".

"No, I won't do any tests!" Maximus shook his head and walked aside.

Seeing this, Proximo's servant couldn't help glaring at him, but Proximo glanced at the end of the season, smiled and said to the servant: "Don't worry about him! Just remember the yellow color!".

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!".

Prosimo lowered his head and said, "I believe this name will be spread in the land of Rome in the future!".

……

In the room where the gladiators rest.

Looking at the end of the season sitting next to him with his eyes closed and meditating, Maximus, after being excited to meet the end of the season, remembered what the end of the season had said to Proximo, gritted his teeth and said: "Why do you 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 also have no place to go, besides, board and lodging are also provided here."

"Nonsense! Even so, how can you take the initiative to be a gladiator!" Maximus stared at Ji Mo, even though his voice was deliberately lowered by him, but 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?" .

"Mysterious existence?" Maximus stared at the end of the season, and said: "What is it? Who can order you, even Caesar doesn't care about you, and can give you tasks?".

Hearing Maximus's words, he felt a headache at the end of the season. Except for the people he took away from his plane, he was not allowed to tell others about his existence. This time the system stipulated.

At the end of the season, he said helplessly: "Maximus, I will explain this matter to you in the future, and the time has not yet come.".

Maximus opened his mouth but didn't make a sound. 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, so he didn't ask any more questions. People quieted down.

At this time, a tall dark-skinned figure came over, looked at the two of 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 suspiciously.

"It's you, thank you for treating my injury on the road!" Maximus raised his head and said.

Hearing that, Ji Mo took a high look at this black man, because when he treated Maximus's wound, the wound was not inflamed. Although it looked a little disgusting, the treatment effect was good.

"Ji Mo!" Ji Mo smiled.

"When you rushed over, you overthrew those gladiators very well!" The black man said a little excitedly, and then said, "My name is Juba!".

"Juba!" After repeating at the end of the season, he said: "Thank you for saving him!".

"No, I just treated the wound for him, the slave trader decided to take him!" Juba waved his hand, and then said to the end of the season: "You are very good, but why didn't he test it, as far as I know , He has already been marked yellow, and yellow will die! Tomorrow in the duel, the opposing gladiators will attack the yellow first!".

"Oh? There is such a saying?" Ji Mo blinked, looking a little surprised.

"Of course! Of course we have to separate. Gladiators also need props to entertain the audience, and they are the props that have been ordered in advance! The props to entertain the audience with life and blood!" A tall man appeared behind Juba and replied After asking the question at the end of the season, he immediately said, "I'm Peroximer! The captain of the gladiators."

Saying that, he showed a provocative look towards the end of the season.

At the end of the season, his face was calm, but a man who had been sitting at the door heard what this Polosimo said, looked at the yellow mark on his body, and screamed: "I am yellow, so I am doomed! 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!" Poloximer smiled viciously, and the screaming man trembled unceasingly.

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 wounded shoulder, and said, "Cut this off for me!".

"Is this the god you believe in? Are you not afraid of his anger?" Juba asked.

"Angry? Haha!" Maximus sneered, since the moment his wife and children died, there was no god in his world anymore.

……

The next day, in the gladiator's room in the 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 his arms, and said with an intoxicated expression: "Have you heard that! This cheer, this is the cheer for your existence!".

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!"

"People will eventually turn into a pile of dry 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."

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