After the guards left in embarrassment.
The prisoners burst into laughter.
Silence returned to the prison.
A hoarse and unpleasant voice began to sing in a very strange language.
The song came from NO. 98 cell.
Its faint song disturbed the sleep of the prisoners.
One of the prisoners couldn't help cursing, "Old witch, what the hell are you doing? Why are you singing at night again? Disturb my sleep."
"Yeah, she often sings this kind of strange song in such a tone that no one can understand." A prisoner cut in.
"Just like chanting scriptures. Don't you know how ugly your voice is?"
"You old and ugly woman, shut up now."
"Hey, just put up with it. You should respect the old and cherish the young." Evelyn's silvery laughter rang out. "She is old and a condemned prisoner. You can't stand it just hearing her sing is no big deal at night!"
"But we don't want to hear her hoarse and ugly voice singing."
"She is ugly. Even if her eyes and nose are squeezed together, her voice is still so unpleasant to hear!"
"Social flower Evelyn, you are beautiful and your voice is pleasant. We all want to hear you sing. Why don't you sing for us?"
"Okay." Avery smiled and said, "I'll sing for you next time when this old man doesn't sing at night."
"Then I'll listen to you singing for everyone. I don't know when you'll sing. This old woman rarely doesn't sing." The prisoners burst into laughter.
But now that a prisoner spoke for the old woman.
The prisoners were quiet, and the sound of snoring echoed in the prison one after another.
In NO. 99 prison, the girl born in prison was as quiet as a sculpture carved out of marble.
The girl stood in front of the window.
The soft wind outside the prison raised her long blue hair through the gap of the window.
On her face, which was like an angel carved with a knife.
Her big bright and pure eyes quietly stared at the bright moon outside the window.
In the NO. 98 cell next door, the continuous and unpleasant singing finally stopped.
The girl left the window and walked to the cold floor of the cell.
Walking to the ground, she saw a saint-sized noblewoman with uneven black lines.
She squatted down, curled up, and slowly lay in the woman's arms.
She whispered in such a low voice that no one could hear, "Coexi...coexisting relationship ..."
The girl said the common language of Simpson Continent.
Merion suddenly woke up and sat on the grass in the cottage.
"It turns out that the girl who was born in prison can talk." Merion thought, "Every day, she hears curses and quarrels between condemned prisoners and guards. She sounds familiar. But she is very quiet and doesn't talk to anyone. She is not very skillful in speaking."
"But what does she mean by 'coexisting relationship'?"
Merion came to his senses. She was referring to the relationship between a prison guard and a prisoner.
Merion thought carefully about the girl's words and couldn't help exclaiming, "What a smart child!".
Who had thrown such a smart, pure and beautiful child into prison as soon as she was born?
She was locked up with the most notorious and vicious murderers, robbers, war criminals, thieves and prostitutes in the whole Simpson Continent, so that she could grow up among them, and then poured countless slanders and dirty water on her.
Would she become a real demon or a real angel?
Or both?
If the relationship between good and evil was also a kind of "coexisting relationship"!
The door of the cottage was opened from the outside by the guards of Colosseum.
Several guards were pounding the door with swords in their hands, shouting wildly, "Newbies, get up and train quickly."
They interrupted Merion's thoughts.
Merion quickly washed his face and rinsed his mouth.
He ran quickly to the courtyard made of low stone walls beside the training ground.
"Lion Avodo" crossed his arms and looked at him coldly. "Today is 49 minutes. I don't need to remind you again."
"No need to remind me." Merion immediately stood in the middle of the cattle hide sandbag array.
After a whole day's intense training yesterday, he had already known the use of this sandbag array.
It could not only maximize the agility of people in dodging.
Physical strength, endurance, concentration and willpower.
But it could greatly strengthen the resistance ability of the trainer after being hit by the opponent.
To bring all potential into play.
Merion admired "Lion Avodo" to the core.
Seeing that Avodo took out the sand clock, the eight-strong men quickly pushed the cattle hide sandbag and threw it at Merion.
Merion dodged left and right, trying his best to deal with it.
When he began to feel that his feet became heavier, physical strength fell and his body was not so flexible.
It was the last three minutes.
Merion gritted his teeth. After being hit by the sandbag several times, he staggered and staggered.
He used his physical strength and willpower, again and again, to make it through.
Avodo looked at the time sand clock and found it was over.
He stopped the cattle hide sandbag array.
"Very good," Avodo said. "It seems that you are quite used to this cattle hide sandbag array. It is very useful for your training."
"Thank you for your patient guidance." Merion said gratefully.
"Today is Sunday. All of our slaves can't rest today. But every Sunday, as long as I don't go on stage, I have to help Barney deal with some chores about the whole Cabul gladiators." Avodo said, "All the moves I taught you yesterday are very useful. You can practice here today until you are familiar with them."
"Okay."
"I suggest you go to see the training of other newbies and see how they use the empty hand fight and all kinds of weapons. You must be familiar with your opponents and the moves of all kinds of weapons."
"Is this to see how other coaches teach their students?"
"That's one side, but not just that. If something happens to you on Colosseum, no matter what weapons you can pick up, you have to pick them up and use them after the long sword with both hands is shot down." Avodo said cautiously, "So, you should at least be able to use the weapons that other gladiators practice, which are on the weapon rack."
"Yes."
"Lion Avodo" left the yard.
The eight strong men greeted Merion and left together.
On the wall of the yard, there were already two giant wooden swords and a long spear for yesterday's training.
Standing on the open space in the middle of the yard, Merion carefully recalled the fighting movements of the "Lion Avodo" that knocked him down yesterday.
He first practiced a fight with bare hands.
After a long time, when he felt satisfied, he picked up the two huge swords and began to practice.
He thought while practicing.
Then he practiced spear.