They all picked their favorite horses.
The newcomers chatted happily and were escorted to the dining room by the guards.
"Today's horse training is so interesting."
"Oh my God! Your butt was almost broken into eight pieces on the racecourse, and you looked like a bitter melon with a sad face. As a result, turning around, you said that the horsemanship training was interesting."
"Every time I fell, I just fell to the ground. As for you, every time you fell, your face fell first, like a dog biting mud."
"But when I reached the eighth circle, I was faster than you. I learned much faster than you."
"You did learn a little faster than me, but you are not as fast as York."
"That's because York's horse, 'Catching Light', is better than my yellow horse."
"You are really good at talking. You learned faster than me, but your horsemanship is better than mine. If you don't learn as fast as York, then your yellow horse is not as good as York's white horse."
"York," a newbie asked, "Are you learning from 'Buck Whitman' with your forehead against 'Catching Light'?"
York said what he had said to "Catching Light".
The newbies burst into laughter.
The newbie winked at York and said, "Aren't you afraid that when you have a woman in the future, 'Catching Light' will be jealous of your lover and won't let you ride it anymore? Or on the contrary, your lover will be jealous of 'Catching Light' and won't allow you to ride it."
"How is that possible?" York was a little embarrassed. "It's still early to talk this. I don't know if I will have a lover in the future."
The newbies burst into laughter. In Colosseum, these slave gladiators seldom saw women.
The rough men were used to making such vulgar jokes with each other.
In front of the elegant Merion and the handsome York, they restrained themselves.
They walked into the restaurant where the newcomers had dinner.
At this time, there were two empty tables full of people.
The newbies looked at them curiously.
These ten strong men didn't look like newbies of the Colosseum.
Their bronze skin and strong muscles looked like the result of long-term training.
Unlike the ordinary newbies, which always had a trace of timidity and uneasiness in their eyes.
Instead, they were quite calm and composed.
There were striking scars on several people's arms and legs, and their eyes were very fierce.
These strong men were eating dry bread that newbies usually ate and drinking soup.
They glanced at the newcomers one by one.
Some newbies felt stressed when they looked into the strong men's eyes and quickly lowered their heads.
At last, all the strong men fixed their eyes on Merion.
Some of them showed appreciation, some showed playfulness, and some showed no expression.
Merion thought quickly, "These people can't be newbies. They should be formal fighters who have begun to fight on the arena; if they were slaves, they couldn't run around. They should be the "contract-free citizens" of the formal gladiators.
"Hey, 'Walrus White', why are you here for dinner?" York walked up to them with a smile and greeted one of them, "Isn't the dinner at 'free contract citizen' delicious tonight?"
"The food of the restaurant is very delicious. There are cheese and beef in the evening!" "Walrus White" raised his right hand and touched York's arm. "We're here to see 'Buck Whitman'. The news that he's going to fight with us next month has spread throughout the whole Cabul Colosseum. We are all curious that what kind of person is worth being taught by 'Lion Avodo', and doesn't need the 'newbie protection period' of the three months."
York took Merion's hand and introduced, "This is my brother, Desen's good friend 'Walrus White'. They used to fight in the battlefield of Jackson and retired half a year earlier than Desen."
"I was a centurion at that time, Desen's subordinate." "Walrus White" raised his little arm and touched Merion's shoulder. "Buck Whitman." he said, "Even Desen admired you very much. Thank you for saving him in the first show."
"After White retired from the army, he came to Colosseum. It was him who introduced Desen and me to sign the competition contract and got the deposit to pay off the debt." said York.
"'Buck Whitman', I'm 'Elk Bertin', grew up with 'Walrus White' together. Contract gold coins are 60 gold coins. I have fought twenty matches." A tall and strong man stood up and greeted Merion with a smile, "The contract price of White is 10 gold coins more."
"My signing fee is 50 gold coins. I've already fought fifteen battles."
"My signing fee is 45 gold coins. I have fought twelve battles."
More than 10 "contract-free citizens" stood up and greeted Merion in turn.
"Walrus White" put the unfinished piece of dry bread into his mouth and said, "'Buck Whitman' and York, we are going first. We can also eat the cheese and beef during the dinner at free contract people."
"Walrus White" and "Elk Bertin" greeted the two.
The group of strong men left together.
"Is this the 'free contract citizen' of Colosseum?" Merion asked.
"No, it's part of it." York replied with a smile, "There are a total of more than 30 people in the contract citizen. Some of them have a good relationship with the 'Walrus White', and some you will meet in the arena soon. Those with strong records, such as those who have fought more than twenty rounds, haven't come yet."
"'Free contract citizens' generally have the practical experience and are willing to fight. According to their strength, the commission on the contract is different." York explained, "So when they friendly introduced themselves to you just now, they would tell you the contract gold and performance, which is their strength and pride!"
"Except the debtors, like me, they really like the pleasure of fighting and the life and death battle." York scratched his head and said, "If it weren't for the Colosseum, some of them might have been robbers."
"York, how many gold coins are your contract gold coins?" A newbie asked.
"In fact, I'm just a waste of money, only 20 gold coins; Colosseum signed the contract with Desen and didn't want me at all. But I can't let my brother, who hasn't recovered yet, risk his life for the sake of the whole family alone, so I come with him."
"Then how many gold coins is Desen's contract gold coins?"
"100 gold coins." York replied.
"Oh, my God! It's one hundred gold coins!"
"100 gold coins is the highest contract price of 'free contract citizen'. Then your brother, Desen, should be very powerful!"
"The director of Colosseum, who is in charge of signing the contracts with the warriors, will never misjudge us. We met a 'free contract citizen' whose contract amount was 100 gold coins in a training month for newbies."
"Why do I suddenly feel that my luck is gone? I avoided 'Buck Whitman' and met a fighter with contract gold of 100 gold coins." A newbie said with a sad face, "I have sworn last time that I will never gamble again. Do I need to swear again?"
"Desen will also come to the stage one month in advance, so he will avoid me in the third month." York hurriedly comforted him, "If you were sold this month, then you would only meet me in the arena."
"Thank God! I only met York!" The newbie immediately sat cross-legged on the chair, kissing the table according to the customs of his hometown. "I won't really gamble anymore!"
York was stunned and raised his fist. "Do you think I will let you go?"
"Brat." The newbie replied with a smile, "I won't give any chance to you too!"