Sword and Magic and Taxi

‘We won’t eat the Tamer anymore’, ‘The new Tamer is our king’. These strange messages were sent from the beetle's brain and picked up by Butcher.

‘It’s okay if you don’t eat, so that you don’t get whipped. ’ Butcher closed his eyes and whispered to comfort these round-shelled insects. Compared to the complex and changeable humans, these beetles appear quite simple and cute. ‘Be obedient and don’t get hurt. ’

'Our king is going to deal with the desert lizards. Those stupid reptiles can't even talk with their heads. They will definitely surrender. ’ The round-shelled beetle’s gloating laughter came from the psychic broadcast. Butcher waited for a while, and sure enough he received the follow-up news. 'The lizards were rolling all over the ground, I don't know why, but they did whatever the king asked them to do, and they worked better than their tentacles! ’

Butcher smiled bitterly in the dark cell, unable to comment on the round-shelled beetle's state of being unlucky, so he is happy to see others unlucky too. After a while, the round-shelled beetle reported that all the beasts in the entire stable had surrendered. Only then did Butcher realize that the new animal trainer was indeed capable.

‘Hey, don’t use telepathic communication, you might be discovered by the animal trainer. ’ Butcher was a little worried because the round-shelled beetle said that not all beetles can talk and communicate inside their shells.

‘It doesn’t matter, our king can also use his brain to speak like this. By the way, there is a problem that I wonder if you can solve! ’ The Round Beetle suddenly became very excited, ‘The problem is, you can never eat me! ’

‘I wouldn’t eat you in the first place. ’ Butcher was a little confused.

To reiterate the questions Zhao Mai used to trap the round-shelled beetles is to lie about the word count. Anyway, Butcher, who was locked up in the dark cell, had new problems to think about after listening to the round beetle's summons. This was also a good way for him to pass the time.

After solving the problem of who is the boss in the animal pen, Zhao Mai's future work will be easier. As long as he gives orders, these creatures can now even line up to eat, learn to wash their hands before meals and after using the toilet, clean up their own feces, and even take care of parasites on each other's bodies. So, he has time to do his own thing. After sneaking up to the wall of the manor and blowing a whistle, the food reserves were delivered to him with a bang, along with a small cloud of white smoke.

Come on, you can help me manage the animal pen from now on. Zhao Mai touched the head of the food reserve and gave it the job again. I'm going to visit the training camp next door. Just keep the order in the animal pens, and then eat and drink enough. By the way, don't be discovered.

The grain reserve made a woof sound to indicate that he understood.

The training camp, separated only by a wall, is a place where strong men and fierce women gather. Regardless of whether they are strength-, agility-, or skill-based warriors, they all follow the same rule here: obey the words of trainer Percy. It was a bald elf, his face covered with scars and sword wounds, and he had an everlasting angry expression. He was not strong in stature, but was extremely agile. He was best at using the stick in his hand to hit other people's private parts, and he also taught his gladiators this way.

From a distance, Zhao Mai heard him yelling in the most vulgar language in the world: No matter what kind of battle it is, you have only one goal, the lower body! Smash it! (Then he used seven different common names. Repeat this sentence). In short, in a short while, Zhao Mai already knew how to describe a certain part of the other party on the planet Atas.

Zhao Mai only saw Licas. He was in a corner of the training camp, practicing his newly acquired right hand against a wooden stake, which meant using the long sword on it to slash back and forth. Because the prosthetic limb had only been installed not long ago, he didn't dare to use force yet. He just continued to chop weakly, adapting to the weight and balance of the sword, and trying to restore his body's coordination as soon as possible.

As for the others, most of them were focused on training, either fighting each other or practicing the use of weapons. Some newly purchased slaves are exercising on the edge of the training camp, such as carrying large rocks, lifting cement, or jumping up and down on the steps. Of course, the most important training is to obey the command and follow the rules, which runs through every day of the life of all slave gladiators.

Zhao Mai did not contact Licas rashly. Although he could easily do this with psychic powers, who knows if there is a monitor here? Psychic powers will always produce strange phenomena when used, either bright lights, sounds, or like Zhao Mai, a strange fragrance of flowers.

In fact, compared to flashes of light or sounds, on a desert planet like Atas, the scent of flowers is the most alarming phenomenon. Everyone here has a good nose, and the sweet smell of flowers will be easily known to them. This strange fragrance is probably related to Zhao Maidruid's identity, and may have been formed due to the influence of the natural force.

Zhao Mai continued to pretend to be a half-idiot animal trainer, so he always had a faked silly smile on his face. After secretly observing for a period of time, Zhao Mai was surprised to find that this training camp was completely in charge of trainer Percy. Within two hours, more than seven waves of servants had come to him to ask for instructions on various matters, from food and training equipment to arranging for female slaves to sleep. This elf arranged the most stringent conditions for everyone with a very determined attitude, and announced that only the most obedient and satisfactory gladiators could obtain improved living conditions. None of the servants who came to inquire raised any objections and stepped back obediently, as if Percy were the new master.

Listen up all you 'beep-' 'beep-'s! The elf waved his whip while rambling on in his speech full of shielding words. After listening for a long time, Zhao Mai worried that his language would be corrupted by him and become vulgar. He already understood that the bald elf Percy was using this method to establish his authority, which should corroborate Zhao Mai's guess: Percy became the temporary person in charge of the training camp.

In this way, things will be much simpler. As long as you get this trainer, you can control the training camp, or at least take the initiative. Templar Tessian had no idea what to do, so the opportunity before him was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Hey, you're the fool on the wall. What do you do? Get over here! A long whip flew towards Zhao Mai's face, but he didn't want to get this blow in vain. Zhao Mai pretended to be frightened and fell from the wall, just avoiding the whip. Then he walked to the training ground tremblingly. After estimating the length of the whip and the distance to the nearest bunker, Zhao Mai chose a safe position where he was least likely to be hit and stood.

I'm an animal trainer. I just came here. My name is Griffin. Zhao Mai replied with a smile.

Animal Tamer? How many days do you think you can live before the round beetle turns you into feces? Percy pinched his waist and chuckled. Life is limited, isn't it? Well, I feel sorry for you and decided to add some color to your sad and short life. A new batch of female slaves will be delivered in a while. If you can win a certain role Fighter, I’ll let you pick one and have a good night, how about it?”

What's the use of a female slave? Zhao Mai continued to act stupid.

The gladiators burst into laughter, even the female fighters. You can use it however you want. Percy felt that he had squeezed the gladiators to the fullest this day, and he had to give them some entertainment in the end. And among all the gladiators, there was one he had to conquer. Ricas, come here and introduce you to an opponent. The bald elf said maliciously: I can't bully a fool and let someone who lacks hands fight you. Is this fair and reasonable?

He's not a gladiator, he's just an ordinary slave. I won't fight him. Ricas frowned. Such a fight was meaningless and lacked the joy of victory.

Zhao Mai was secretly happy. He didn't expect the opportunity to connect with Licas would come so soon. So he seemed eager to give it a try, and said with a silly smile: Okay, okay, just him! I want a female slave, hehehe.

Percy pointed the whip at Ricas's face and said in a low voice: Boy, he is an animal trainer and he was bought with great difficulty. Don't hurt him and make Master Taisian angry. The best way is Let this idiot beat you up until I say stop. You can perform, right?