Chapter 647 9.70

Chapter 647 70

Red Blood Pigeon naturally didn't know the huge vortex he had stirred up invisibly.

At this time, he was immersed in the brief confusion after gaining fame and fortune.

Before entering the arena, Red's thoughts were very simple. His only need was to get a bounty and buy enough medicinal materials to prolong his mother's life.

When the battle was over, he never thought that among all the results of this victory, the "bounty" was just the most insignificant part.

The fame and fortune that came with the title of "Champion Killer" were like a mountain of gold falling from the sky, hitting him hard.

**

Red shook his head gently and drank the third glass of red wine in his hand.

If I remember correctly, this should be the third wave of wealthy businessmen who invited him to attend the banquet tonight. He looked at the young and beautiful Roman girls around him with his drunken eyes.

He knew that as long as he nodded, he could have as many bed partners as he wanted tonight.

But he didn't feel too excited.

Because similar scenes have been repeated at least four times.

How did he enter this mansion, and which rich businessman brought him here?

At this point, I can't remember it at all.

In the Colosseum, Red cut off Ince Zendaya's head with a knife in front of 10,000 spectators. He did make many nobles lose a lot of gold and silver. The first warm-up match has completely ruined the mood of the citizens to watch the subsequent games, so that the Colosseum has unprecedentedly seen half of the audience leave before the final player leaves the factory.

Some people are frustrated, and some people are proud.

Every year before the Colosseum opens, there must be a part of gamblers who hold the mentality of getting rich overnight and place bets on those unpopular players who no one cares about.

If they lose, they think it doesn't matter. Either way is a dead end. There is not much difference between being a full ghost and being a hungry ghost in the Roman worldview.

If you think about it carefully, being able to spend all the gold and silver on your body before death comes is also a blessing in life.

However, if the god of fate, Clotho, smiles at them, it will be a mountain of gold falling from the sky.

The average odds of unpopular players are between 50 times and 80 times. Throwing 100 gold coins into the casino will turn into a mountain of gold in a few minutes.

This is a huge fortune that ordinary businessmen can hardly accumulate in their lifetime.

In order to attract more citizens to enter the casino, the casino owner will specially pile up small mountains of gold coins at the door. Roman citizens will see a real scene that is much more exaggerated than a drama at the door of the casino.

The woman who abandoned her family knelt down in front of the gold coins, crying and begging her husband to forgive her momentary confusion, while greedily looking at the gold coins around her.

The debt collector led the thugs to ambush the surrounding area, covering the short sticks on his waist with linen robes, waiting to take back the principal and interest at any time.

Of course, it is inevitable that the whole family will appear together, like hungry hyenas on the grassland, each trying to divide up more property.

After winning the game, Red received the winner's medal from Mikhail III and a bonus of 300 dinars. However, before he left the Colosseum, the fanatical winners had already swarmed in and surrounded him.

They grabbed Red's hands and feet, lifted him up to their heads, and fanatically called him champion, god of wealth, and even savior.

Red was dragged directly from the main gate of the Colosseum to the mansion to drink fine wine. The winners who had never met before raised their glasses together and enjoyed the indescribable wonderful feeling after winning a big bet.

After three glasses of wine, the strange citizens had become the closest friends.

Today they have only one name - winners.

Before entering the Colosseum, no one in the city knew Red's name.

However, after just one morning, he immediately became a favorite that nobles and wealthy businessmen tried to make friends with.

After one glass of wine after another, the young Red gradually realized that the 300 dinar gold coins rewarded by the rich king were the least of all his gains after winning the championship.

A 15-year-old champion killer means unlimited possibilities in the future.

His chaotic brain can no longer remember everything that happened tonight, but he vaguely remembers that a noble offered 500 gold coins a year, plus servants in the mansion, just to make Red his champion.

The only thing he needs to do every year is to enter the arena and fight as a noble retainer, that's all.

500 gold coins a year, this income is 10 times that of a sheriff, but this is only the first offer.

During the cocktail parties one after another, countless olive branches were thrown to him. Some people wanted him to be their bodyguard, and his daily task was just to accompany the noble master on his trip and make him look good.

A wealthy businessman wanted him to join the caravan heading east, promising that as long as he completed the journey, 10% of the caravan's profits would belong to him.

These are all reasonable requests.

There are also many exaggerated ones.

Red clearly remembered that a dignified Roman old man paid 800 dinars just to let Red sleep with his concubine for a few nights until she became pregnant and gave birth to a strong child for him.

Red, 15, was very surprised to hear this suggestion, but later he gradually reacted.

This may have something to do with the inheritance of power in large families.

This is not the most exaggerated,

The most exaggerated offer came from a high-ranking senator in the Senate in the city. In the Senate, Maxima Crassus and his followers were the mortal enemies of this senator.

He was willing to pay 1,000 dinars a year, and only asked Red to stand in front of Crassus's mansion every day and wander around, always reminding old Crassus that his beloved general died at the hands of this street slicker.

"Haha, these rich people, they live two fucking lives with us."

After drinking the last glass of wine in his hand, Red had completely lost the idea of ​​continuing to hang out with this group of nobles. He counted the gold coins on his body. The 300 kilograms rewarded by the king were still there, and he didn't know when he had an extra thirty or fifty gold in his pocket.

He couldn't remember where these gold coins came from.

Pushing away the Roman girl leaning against his chest, Red patted his butt and was about to leave when two thick and tall figures suddenly appeared in front of him.

"My lords, thank you for your kindness."

"But I have said it many times. I have signed a three-fight agreement with Lord Punic. I still have two tough fights to fight.

Even if I want to earn your money, I have to see if I can survive the next two fights, so I won't bother you to ask for it. I'm sorry."

He has said the same thing so many times tonight that he can speak it in unskilled Latin without thinking when he is half drunk and half awake.

The Roman citizens who built their kingdom on maritime commerce attach great importance to contracts. Almost everyone will retreat immediately after hearing this.

But these two strong men as tall as iron towers did not retreat a single step.

This is the first time that Red has seen a man taller than himself in Constantinople.

Looking up at the slightly old faces of the two chapters, he saw the same angular chin and sharp eyes as himself

and the straight long hair that shines like gold.