The gladiatorial match was at its climax, as the Duke of Tarraco's most proud gladiator, Iron Mask, took on the Gladiator Male Pig from Gaul.

The gladiatorial arena was already covered with the blood of the gladiators, but the audience was not satisfied, cheering and debating fiercely about who would win the match.

No one cares whether the gladiators live or die, after all, they are just tools for fun, and if one dies, there will be another, and in this age of entertainment to death, no one will care too much.

Of course, Andres, who had just been struggling with the question of how to deal with the new soldier commander, had already forgotten about it.

"Hit, Iron Mask, use your phone's sword to slash at the back of his neck, preferably his head at once!" When the gladiatorial battle reached a hot stage, Andrés could no longer care about his aristocratic and elegant appearance, and he also shouted and roared like the usual rude citizen, trying to let his "cash cow" hear, and hoping that he would be able to win this big order with all his might.

In the gladiatorial arena, everyone watched as the two tall and sturdy barbarians fought each other, one with a sword and the other with an axe, and they fought each other like mad, without flinching, like beasts killing red-eyed.

The audience was feasted on by the two of them, and yes, it was exactly what they wanted to see.

Gladiators exist for the audience's recognition, cheers, and applause, and even the pain and uncontrollable bloodshed cannot make either of them fearful. Although the two of them were physically exhausted by the long battle, they were so severe that their movements were as slow and stiff as puppets, and the hands holding their weapons were shaking.

According to common sense, no matter how strong the body is, it will not last for five minutes at most when it is put into battle, but they have fought for more than ten minutes in the battle between you and me, and the two strong men are covered in blood and panting like oxen, of course, they have no intention of giving up even now, presumably the two of them and the gold lord behind them understand how huge the investment is this time, and if they fail, it will be an unimaginable loss, so neither of them can fall down and die. But gladiatorial fighting has always been very simple, that is, two people fighting each other, until one of them dies.

But at this moment, there was a hurried figure behind the noisy spectator seat, and the man came quickly and ran to Andrés' seat.

Strangely, Andrés' guards did not stop the reckless fellow, but let him run in.

"My lord! My lord! ”

The guy threw himself up to Andres's side, interrupting Andres' cheers, and before Andres could get angry, he saw the guy say, "Sergeant, the soldier is here!" ”

This sentence was like a tranquilizer, which instantly calmed Andrés, and of course his calm expression quickly turned into panic, because he never expected that this guy would appear just at the end of the topic.

"Where is he?" Andres asked.

"In, at the Governor's Palace!" The soldier who passed the word was still panting, and it seemed that he had been really lucky to run along the way.

"Damn, is he sent by God to punish me?" Andrés cursed hatefully, quickly straightened his clothes, left his seat, and said to the guards beside him, "Hurry up, we don't have time to waste here." ”

Obviously, money is worse than status, and Andrés can't wait, after all, the famous soldier commander has already arrived at his home.

At this time in the Governor's Palace, Lu Jia sat in the governor's seat, and under the stage were the generals and the accompanying court courtiers. And Andrés' men, who stood in the midst of the crowd and trembled like a lamb in the midst of a pack of wolves.

"I didn't expect your Lord Andrés to be so interested, and he still had time to watch the gladiatorial tournament, and what makes me even more unbelieving is that he is still the gold lord inside, incredible, incredible!" Luga said, shaking his head again and again, but the guy in front of him was frightened, standing there with his head down, just refusing to speak, he was really frightened, and his legs couldn't stop shaking.

"If you don't speak, then wait here." Luga sat down in her seat, stretched her legs comfortably, and then said to him, "Wait, I've just been here anyway, and I have time to wait." ”

After nearly half an hour, I only heard noisy footsteps outside, only to see the door in front of the hall being pushed open, only to see Andres rush in, just as he took three or two steps forward and stopped suddenly. His eyes widened as he looked around at everyone in the house, yes, he had finally seen it clearly, probably the room had never been so lively.

"I'm sorry." Andrés hurriedly saluted Luga and apologized: "I didn't know that the soldier was here, I'm very sorry, I'm very sorry!" ”

"You did keep me waiting, Lord Andrés." Luga let out a long sigh as she spoke, then slowly got up from her seat and walked down the steps unhurriedly to Andrés.

"Andres." Luga looked into Andrés' eyes, which made Andrés a little uncomfortable, he didn't believe that this young man had the audacity to look at him, so he had to lower his head to avoid meeting Luga's eyes.

"The Duke of Talaco, so to speak, is a temporary governor, but he is addicted to gladiatorial fighting?"

In the face of Luga's questioning, Andrés did not show the shame he deserved, but had a trace of luck, seeing that Luga was dressed like him, his appearance was mediocre, and there was nothing to prove himself in his hands, he couldn't help but be arrogant.

I only heard Andres say arrogantly: "Is Your Excellency really the chief of the guard?" I don't believe that as the adopted son of Theodosius, he must be extraordinary, but your Excellency does not look like a nobleman, could it be that he is hiding in the crowd and deliberately playing tricks on me? ”

After speaking, Andrés looked around at the people around him, all of them closed their mouths and said nothing, looking at Andrés quietly, which made him very embarrassed, and looked at Luga in front of him.

At this time, only John was seen. Anthony stepped out of the crowd, holding the scepter that Andrés had mentioned.

"I'll just say it!" Andrés' eyes lit up, but then, his gaze changed from anticipation to surprise as he saw that John . Anthony came to Luga, saluted solemnly, and respectfully handed the scepter into Luga's hands.

Luga didn't feel any discomfort, but took the scepter casually, and kept tapping it in his hand as if he were holding a log, looking at Andres.

Luga smiled and said, "I didn't expect His Excellency Andrés to be a vigilant person, but if you look at it, I seem to be a person who likes to joke?" ”

There was no excuse now, Andrés's face was pale, he had nothing to say and could only bow slightly and continue: "Sorry, my lord, I, I didn't mean to offend. ”