"Unshackle them," growled the head of the gladiator school.
"Are you sure?" The slave trader hesitated, "They are not ordinary people, and they are not going to stay put. Don't you need to call for more people first?"
"If my people here can't deal with them, I'd better close my school," said the school's head casually.
After hearing this, the slave trader finally stopped hesitating and opened the prison wagon's wooden door.
The Germanic prisoners of war stepped down from the wagon one by one. The burly man among them squinted and glared at the head of the school. After that, he started to stretch his wrists and ankles.
The slave trader quickly looked at the head of the school on the other side.
The latter hurried them on impatiently. "Hurry up! Don't linger."
