What Luggage Are You Carrying?

What Luggage Are You Carrying?

Speaking of Bach, Macrus was rather irritated. Although the Germanic peoples were not as completely uncontrollable as Zhang Heng, Bach was clearly no easy character either. In his earlier duel with Black Scythe Rufus, he had insisted on killing his opponent even at the cost of being injured himself. This time, he had done the same thing again, wiping out Habitus, who had come from the same Gladiator School.

Both men were gladiators who could sell tickets at Victor Arena. Habitus in particular had greater ticket-selling appeal than Bach, yet he had now been lost for nothing.

But Macrus could not exactly open his mouth and curse Bach out. The latter had performed well in this gladiatorial show, and with Habitus dead and Zhang Heng free, Macrus realized that he seemed to have no choice but to rely on the Germanic peoples.

So Macrus glared at Bach for a while. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly. "He may be strong, but he can't compare to you. You're the champion of this gladiatorial show."

"If you truly want to recreate the glory of Sisnatas's era, there may be someone who can help you," Zhang Heng said.

"Who?" Macrus froze. But there was a reason he had made the Gladiator School the second-largest in Rome. He quickly caught on. "Oh, Theophilous. Now that you're free, he's effectively the strongest gladiator in this show. True, the Gladiator School behind him isn't in Rome, so they can't maximize his value. But he won't be easy to acquire. Quite a few Gladiator Schools are probably watching him, and if I were his owner, I'd certainly hold out for the best price."

"Theophilous seems to have a good relationship with his owner. It isn't as simple as that of