Kirk and Little Fatty watched for an entire day. Kirk always felt somewhat uneasy.
Bartitas's team was renowned throughout Capus, like a top-tier football club dominating its region. But in the gladiatorial world of the fanatical Roman Republic, it was nowhere near a true superpower. Otherwise, Bartitas would not have constantly found himself in financial crises.
Why was it that, over a full day of performances, more than thirty teams took turns appearing while Capus remained on the sidelines? Judging by Bartitas's reaction, he seemed both surprised and delighted. After all, the later one appeared, the more one's strength stood out. Yet this good fortune had absolutely nothing to do with his own efforts.
On the first night, bonfires were lit throughout the grand arena. On the yellow sands stained with gladiators' blood and lives, Roman citizens laughed and sang, ate roasted meat, drank fine wine, danced and celebrated through the night.
Capus's team returned early to their quarters to rest. At this time, Luxuria, Bartitas's wife, who had not appeared for a long while, came to reward the troops again, serving everyone wine and fine food. The gladiators sat down and eagerly joined in. No one knew whether they would still be alive to eat dinner tomorrow, so they would enjoy every moment they could.
At the dining table, Kirk kept an eye on One-Eyed Dragon. His expression was perfectly natural as he drank round after round with his underlings until he was completely plastered. MT, on the other hand, looked rather grave. The Female Magician ignored everyone and focused on eating by herself.
After dinner, Kirk found the Female Magician. "Don't you want to talk?"
The Female Magician snorted coldly. "What is there to talk about?"
"Do you have any news to tell me?" Kirk went straight to