Chapter 637 9.60

Chapter 637 60

The next morning, when the sun poured down on Gulaoer's forehead, he felt that all his experiences in the Great Bath Palace yesterday evening were like a deep dream.

He covered his forehead with his hands and forced himself to sit up from the bed. He pushed aside the soft, snow-white thighs of the woman in front of his chest, and could not remember when he left the Great Bath Palace and how he came to this mansion.

What is certain now is that after leaving the Great Bath Palace, Phoenix must have taken them to drink a lot of strong liquor, so that his brain is still in a state of confusion.

Gulaoer patted his head hard. Under extreme fatigue, he couldn't even be sure whether he had seen the mysterious woman in the Great Bath Palace.

What kind of clothes she wore, what kind of face she had, and what kind of words she said, he didn't remember much.

Or was all this a dream in a half-awake state?

The morning sun sprinkled on his body, warm and indescribably good. This is an experience that cannot be felt at all in the cold underworld.

This is the warmth that belongs only to the human world.

Of course, there are also the gentle women around him.

Phoenix is ​​firmly in the wealthy class in this city. The women he found are all top socialites in Constantinople.

The rough palms brushed across the warm skin, bringing a warm and soft touch.

And all the dead in the underworld are cold people breathing psionic energy.

Only at these moments can you feel that resurrection from the dead is a very fortunate thing.

Just after picking up the clothes and putting them on, there was a burst of noise outside the window. After reaching out to open the window, Guraul saw a colorful torrent of living people under his feet.

Today is the first day of the birthday of the Byzantine King "Mikhail III". The spacious streets of Constantinople are crowded with vendors and artists from all over the world.

All citizens wore colorful banquet costumes and took to the streets to enjoy this event that only happens once a year.

Several parade floats towed by elephants happened to pass by the street downstairs. The elephants were also wearing colorful clothes. The clothes were painted with the huge logo of the Arab Chamber of Commerce. Several nimble shop assistants stood on the elephant's back and kept throwing fruits and bread to the onlookers around. The scene was very lively.

"Hey, my uncle Gulal, did you sleep well last night?"

"A girl from Nanyang, is the enjoyment completely different from that of a woman from the Western Continent?"

Gulal turned around and saw Prince Phoenix again. Compared with the casual clothes yesterday, his clothes today have also become quite formal. He changed into the plain white linen robe commonly worn by Roman citizens, with a gold brooch on his chest, which was luxurious but not too vulgar.

He casually took out a few broom leaves from his arms and threw them to the woman on the bed. Phoenix called the butler standing behind him to bring Gulal bitter tea for rinsing his mouth in the early morning.

"Sater?"

"To answer your question, Master Sater is practicing sword in the middle of the courtyard."

Gulal shook his head speechlessly.

Sater has high demands on himself.

As early as in Hanshui Village, he was the security captain. Following Loki all the way to attack the city, he has always been at the forefront. Even when he entered the underworld, he, Alfred, and Jerome were the backbone of everyone.

This is because he never relaxed his requirements on himself.

"There is no rush for time. After we finish breakfast together, let's go to an event that you are more interested in today!"

The program Phoenix mentioned is the "Colosseum Duel Competition" that has attracted much attention on the King's Birthday.

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For all countries and all nations in the world, "watching others take up weapons and fight to death" is a reserved program that has been engraved in the genes of humans since the ancient times.

No matter when and where, as long as someone fights, no matter the reason or the result, it will inevitably attract a large number of people to watch

This is the case with the Tang people and the Vikings.

The Romans are the same.

The "Colosseum" standing tall in the center of Constantinople is only open twice a year, namely the Fire God Festival in spring and the King's birthday in autumn.

Every time it is opened, it will attract thousands of people.

The warriors who dueled in the arena would become the heroes of Roman citizens and become the topic of conversation for everyone in the next six months.

For a warrior, this is much easier than the hard work of being a soldier.

Tens of thousands of soldiers went to the battlefield, and no one knew how many would come back after the war. Among these survivors, how many could be remembered by the lords and nobles and successfully promoted.

On the other hand, if you enter the arena. Whether you survive or not, your fate is at least in your own hands.

If you can successfully survive from round after round of bloody fights, they will quickly gain fame and fortune, and may even gain a status that exceeds that of the noble lords in just 10 days.

This is the charm of fighting.

In the Roman Republic era a thousand years ago, when slavery had not yet been abolished, the gladiators who went to fight were all gladiators specially trained by the gladiator lords for various activities.

However, a thousand years later, the nobles found that they did not need to force these desperate people to enter the arena to fight for them.

As the kingdom expanded and civilization spread, more and more people came to seek fame and fortune.

Not only Roman citizens with free status, but also nobles, lords, and even royal relatives tried to enter the arena to enjoy the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators after the long sword pierced the opponent's body.

The most famous one is the Roman emperor "Caligula" who died in the arena.

In this field covered with yellow sand, citizens can slaughter nobles at will, and even a slave may kill the royal family.

Whether it is the audience, nobles, or gladiators who fight, everyone can get what they want in this activity.

Even if every round of gladiatorial activities will be bloody, there will still be people flocking to it.

Compared with boring aristocratic banquets, watching gladiatorial shows must be more in line with the tastes of Guraul and Sartre. After getting dressed and enjoying a hearty breakfast, the confused brain after getting up has been calmed down from the chaotic state of early morning.

Once again riding in a carriage and rushing into the crowded streets of the city, several distinguished guests of the Skylark Chamber of Commerce finally arrived at the Colosseum in the civilized world amid the shoving and celebration of Roman citizens.

In AD395, the Eastern and Western Romes separated. After the Eastern Roman Empire established its capital in Constantinople, the founding emperor "Isaac I" imitated the Colosseum in ancient Rome and built an identical and proportioned building in the center of the city.

For example, a few hundred meters away from the city center, the outline of the Colosseum has appeared in everyone's sight. This is a circular venue with a height of nearly 7 floors and can accommodate 12,000 people at the same time.

The outer walls of the Colosseum are carved with marble statues of past champions. There are stone tablets at the feet of the statues, which record the achievements of each statue in this arena, how many enemies they killed, how generous rewards they received, etc.

On the first day of the King's Birthday Celebration, a total of hundreds of tourists poured into Constantinople. The Colosseum certainly cannot accommodate all citizens, so a considerable number of citizens who did not obtain tickets can only gather outside the venue.

They also have their own ways of entertainment.

The casino owners had already obtained all the duels that would take place in the arena today before the celebration began. Outside the Colosseum, there were at least seven or eight temporary platforms, and casino owners wearing various colorful costumes stood on the platforms, waving colorful tickets in their hands.

"1:262!"

"Yes, dear friends, you are not mistaken!"

"Today will be the craziest win-loss ratio in the past ten years. If you miss today, you may not know which year it will happen again! You only need to pay 1 dinar silver coin. If the opening is upset, you will get 262!"

"If you bet 10 coins, hehe, in just one hour, you can buy a house on Honeysuckle Street!

From now on, you will become a noble lord collecting rent, and you will no longer have to work hard to go out to sea by boat or work in the fields."

"If you bet 100 silver coins, there will be a new rich man in our city, and all of us will need to bow our heads and call him master when we see him in the future!"

"Think about it, think about the glory"

The casino owner opened his arms facing the rising sun, but this speech did not make the Roman citizens under the high platform take out their wallets.

A considerable number of them were waiting outside the Colosseum before the sun rose, hoping to multiply the silver coins in their pockets through the 10-day competition.

1:262, this is indeed a very tempting odds, but it is certain that the casino owners are not fools. They don't have the reason to give money to gamblers in vain.

The gamblers who can gather here at this time are all veterans. They know that the exaggerated odds must mean a huge difference in power.

If you win, you will rise to heaven.

But what if you are good?

Every copper coin is earned by the hard work of the bottom workers. Smart gamblers will never use their hard-earned money to exchange for a useless betting ticket and step on it in just an hour.

Seeing that a circle of onlookers were silent, the casino owner decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Okay, okay, I know what you are all thinking."

"The one who warmed up for the king was Senator Maxima's retainer. We have all witnessed the strength of this champion."

"But I can tell you a little tidbit. The other side is not completely without a chance of winning!"

"Just last night, a powerful Varangian warrior joined the first stop of the Colosseum as a free man.

He is the last one left in his tribe!

His name is Red Blood Pigeon!

Satyr and Guraul turned around at the same time when they heard this familiar name.