When Merion was about to finish his dinner.
York ran into the room with great joy. He was so happy that his face turned red.
"What good news have you encountered? Why are you so happy?" Merion teased York.
"Ha-ha, I just went to the place where 'free contract citizens' have dinner." York said excitedly in a loud voice, "This afternoon, the 'Walrus White' and the 'Elk Bertin' each fought one round on Colosseum."
"How are they?" Merion was intrigued.
"It's wonderful! They all won! The 'Walrus White' didn't get hurt. The 'Elk Bertin' had already had twenty victories before, and the gladiator he met this time was stronger. His shoulder was cut by the gladiator. He might have to rest for a month in the injury camp, but he also won."
"Oh, where are their opponents?"
"After the opponent of the 'Walrus White' lost, he was judged to be alive by the audience; the opponent of the 'Elk Bertin' died on the spot."
Hearing that they were talking about what happened on Colosseum today, other newcomers quickly surrounded them.
"Another gladiator died this afternoon?"
"More than one. Three gladiators died in the battle this afternoon." York explained, "There were a total of four matches in the afternoon. Except for the opponent of the 'Walrus White' who lost, he was judged to be alive by the audience; the other three were all killed on the spot."
"In addition to the 2 gladiators who died in the battle this morning, a total of 5 people died today." A newbie said in surprise.
"Yes."
"How many slaves are there in the dead, and how many 'free contract citizens' are there?" The newbie asked with concern.
"Four are slave gladiators, and one is 'free contract citizen'." York replied.
"Alas, there are more slaves killed in the battle than free people every time." The newbies sighed.
"Yes, basically 4:1, or 10:1."
"That's because 'free contract citizens' is unwilling to admit defeat on the spot." York glared, "Otherwise, the death and injury rate of 'free contract citizens' will be lower."
"It's the same for the slave gladiators. There are still some who don't want to admit defeat,"
"Of course, there will be. But there are few people with strong bones." York stuck out his tongue and made faces at the newcomers.
The newbies were not in the mood to pay attention to York's grimace. "York, have you asked how many gladiators have died this month?"
"Not bad. It's fewer than last month. More than 30."
The newbies stopped talking and had their dinner in silence.
York looked at Merion's face and asked in surprise, "Ah, were you hit by 'Lion Avodo' again this afternoon? Your right face is as swollen as your left face!"
"Yes." Merion replied, "I was shot on the right cheek with a wooden spear."
York burst into laughter. "He just thought your left face was swollen and ugly, so he gave you the ' beauty of pair'."
"I think he hit right deliberately. Otherwise, my left face would have been swollen in the morning training. If he hit left face again, my face would have been smashed!"
York immediately asked Merion what trick "Lion Avodo" used.
Merion showed him briefly.
"Can the spearhead still make an arc after its body is blocked?" York widened his eyes in surprise.
"Yes." Merion explained, "Cabul Colosseum's weapon refining skill is first-class. The shaft is made of first-class wood, with a thick tail and a thin front end. It is very flexible. The outside is poured with oil over and over again, and finally wrapped with a thin layer of metal, making it difficult to break in the fight."
York clicked his tongue two times and said, "Then this spear has been forged for a long time."
"It will take at least several years for a good spear with a head of refined iron."
"No wonder Colosseum makes a lot of money. It spends money like water." York sighed, "In comparison, the lives of the slave gladiators and 'free contract citizens' here are the most worthless. Dozens of gladiators die on the Colosseum every month, an average of one every day. If it is a group duel, where there are several people on both sides or even twenty people, the death and injury rate will be even higher!"
"Are you surprised why there is such a bloody and cruel performance?"
"Yes!"
"The cruelty on Colosseum has maintained the public order of Cabul, the free trade city, and provided an outlet for the violent and animal nature of ordinary citizens." Merion continued, "What's more, Cabul's prosperity is based on its free trade with foreign countries. It never joins any party in the war of Simpson Continent; for those who like to fight innately in the nobility, Colosseum can satisfy them and prevent them from starting a meaningless war."
"You mean, Cabul Colosseum is a way to maintain the stability and prosperity of Cabul, the free trade city."
"And Cabul's gorgeous bathtub."
"I see." York nodded. "No wonder Cabul built these two giant buildings. They not only bring huge profits but also maintain external peace. But in the entire Simpson Continent, only Cabul's wealth can build up the bloody Colosseum and the huge luxurious bathtub."
"The noble Council of this neutral city is very good at politics and diplomacy." Merion said, "Simpson Continent has been in a fierce battle for a long time. It is still prosperous. Not only in business but also dare to Cabul's culture and art. It will be crowned with the entire Simpson Continent."
"You know so much, different from us ordinary gladiators!" York looked at Merion with admiration. "No wonder the 'Lion Avodo', who doesn't want to bring new hands, thinks highly of you and is willing to guide you personally."
The newbies went back to their bedroom.
After hearing the tragic and bloody battle on Colosseum today.
The strong men who lived with Merion and York looked worried.
Some were sighing, and some were sobbing.
York calmly looked at these slaves who were sold here.
A trace of sympathy rose in his heart. He knew that the vast majority of people here would be Cabul's "sacrifice" to maintain prosperity and peace.
He thought to himself, 'Every year, it takes the lives of hundreds or thousands of slaves who are forced to stand on the Colosseum to exchange for the lives of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of warrior slaves that will die on the battlefield. It's really worth it! But these slaves are really pitiful.'
"The truth is always cruel and bloody." York couldn't help but think so.
Unlike York, who was sitting there, lost in thought and couldn't fall asleep.
After a whole day's devil-like training of "Lion Avodo", Merion was so tired that his bones were broken into pieces.
As soon as his head touched the grass, he fell asleep.
In his dream, he smelled the surface of the sea again.
The fresh smell of the sea breeze.