Saturnilos

Zhang Heng had been to Macrus's Domus before. The decorations there could already be called luxurious, but compared to Dio's, it was hardly any different from a slum by the roadside.

This was the difference between nouveau riche and true aristocratic nobility.

Macrus, who ruled supreme at the Gladiator School, had to smile and flatter everyone here. He was not qualified to go in for dinner and could only wait in the front hall with his slaves. Besides him, the owners of several other gladiator schools in Rome had also arrived, along with gladiators who had traveled from distant parts of the Empire.

The entire front hall was practically a miniature exhibition of races.

There was no need to mention Zhang Heng. His height was not particularly remarkable among gladiators, and the moment he stood in a corner, he was swallowed by the crowd. Bach was considered the sturdiest among the same batch of newcomers, but even he was nothing special here.

Zhang Heng had even seen someone taller than the Blacksmith from Red Nose Blacksmith Shop, a man who stood there like one of the giants from myth.

Not one of these gladiators was someone to be trifled with. Gathered together, they naturally would not behave themselves, especially when they knew everyone present would be their competitors tomorrow. Friction inevitably arose.

The owners of these gladiator schools were also clearly divided into factions. First, those from outside Rome and those within the city did not mingle. The city faction was obviously stronger, so the outsiders naturally banded together. Even within the city, there were those who were friendly and those whose relations were strained. For instance, Stajoli, the owner of Unap Arena who had previously wanted to teach Zhang Heng a lesson, was on terrible terms with Macrus. When