Not So Bad

Not So Bad

Although Zhang Heng had won the gladiatorial exhibition, he actually had even more to do next.

Though the Roman Emperor had presented him with the wooden sword symbolizing freedom before an audience of over ninety thousand, he still had to go with Macrus to the House of Freedom in Trajan's Square and have his status changed from slave to Roman Citizen on the census rolls.

Only then would he truly possess Roman citizenship.

After that, he needed to return to where he had been staying, pack his belongings, bid farewell to several acquaintances, and move out of the Gladiator School. During all this, he also had to negotiate with Macrus.

Moreover, Commodus had given him a meaningful look before leaving. The young emperor's intention to recruit him was already obvious—he clearly wanted Zhang Heng to see him immediately after handling the matters at hand.

Besides that, Zhang Heng needed to meet with the Persian Old Trainer to find out whether the Blade of Balance had orchestrated this incident. If not, it likely meant another faction had set its sights on him.

Looking at it that way, he still had plenty to keep him busy.

Fortunately, he could handle things one at a time.

After the exhibition ended, Zhang Heng returned to the lounge. Most of the other gladiators had already left, leaving only Bach and Theophilous.

Perhaps the prearranged performance had nearly driven him to a nervous breakdown, but Theophilous seemed somewhat afraid to see Zhang Heng. After hesitating for a long time, however, the big man stayed behind and decided to express his gratitude.

He was no fool. Of course he knew how much he had gained this time. Thanks to his earlier outstanding performance, he had also left a deep impression on the audience, ranking