New Job
Little Female Slave opened the door, only to find not the person bringing money, but four fully armed guards. It made her a little nervous.
"Y-You... who are you looking for?"
"Oh, may I ask if Zhang Heng, champion of the Flavian Amphitheatre, lives here?" A young man who did not look much older than Zhang Heng squeezed past the four guards.
"Yes, that's right." Zhang Heng's voice came from behind Little Female Slave, and he stepped forward as well.
Seeing that they did not seem to be here to cause trouble, Little Female Slave quickly moved away from the doorway and retreated to a corner.
Zhang Heng shook hands with the young man and then invited him inside.
A smile appeared on the young man's face. "Hello. I watched your gladiatorial performance before. It was truly spectacular, especially your battle against the giant. It was beyond words, without question the greatest fight I have ever seen. Perhaps thirty years from now, I'll still be telling my grandchildren about it... Oh, I don't think I've introduced myself yet. I'm Klind, an adviser to His Majesty the Emperor."
Zhang Heng's gaze shifted slightly. He knew of Klind. According to the information Persian Old Trainer had given him, Klind and his target, Autrus, were Commodus's most trusted advisers. They could even be called Commodus's right- and left-hand men. One operated openly, the other in secret, and together they helped Commodus govern the state and deal with threats from all sides.
Zhang Heng had guessed that Commodus could not wait to recruit him, but he had not expected Klind to come in person.
Given Klind's current position at Commodus's side, he surely had plenty to do. He could easily have sent a subordinate to find Zhang Heng, yet he had insisted