Sparta: Many childrens, Many Blessings, Starting from the Gladiator Chapter 25 25

"More new people?"

Gisco frowned.

The prison cart stopped in the center of the courtyard. Batiatus and the instructor were already waiting there.

The cart door opened. Several overseers with whips drove the people inside out.

Six in total, all newly captured slaves.

Their clothes were ragged, shackles on their hands and feet, their eyes numb or terrified.

But one of them was particularly eye-catching.

It was a giant.

A real giant — half a head taller than Crixus, shoulders ridiculously wide, muscles piled on his body like rocks.

He lowered his head, but just looking at his build made people feel chilled in their hearts.

"Fuck…"

Gisco sucked in a cold breath. "What kind of monster is this?"

Lynx also narrowed his eyes.

The giant was brought out alone. His shackles were twice as thick as the others.

When he walked, the ground shook, but his movents were very steady. Every step was solid.

"Octavius!"

Batiatus walked forward, looked up at the giant, and showed a satisfied smile on his face. "A warrior from Germania! I heard you killed eight Roman soldiers by yourself?"

The giant — Octavius — didn't speak. He only raised his eyes and looked at Batiatus once.

That look…

Lynx's heart tightened.

It was not numbness, nor terror, but a deep, suppressed ferocity.

Like a wild beast locked in a cage, temporarily quiet, but could erupt at any ti and tear everything apart.

"Good good good!"

Batiatus laughed loudly. "I like this kind! Take him to wash, feed him full. The day after tomorrow… the day after tomorrow let him go on the field!"

The day after tomorrow?

Lynx and Gisco looked at each other.

The day after tomorrow is the performance match. At this ti, adding a newcor and letting him go on the field?

What does this an?

The instructor was also stunned: "Master, the day after tomorrow is Lynx and Crixus's performance match. The list has already been submitted. Temporarily changing people…"

"Not changing people."

Batiatus waved his hand. "Add one person. Lynx, Crixus, plus this Octavius — three against four, no, three against six! Even more exciting!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Lynx. His smile was aningful: "Lynx, what do you think? One more powerful helper, the chance of winning is greater, right?"

Lynx didn't speak.

He looked at the giant called Octavius, rapidly calculating in his heart.

Batiatus adding a person at the last mont definitely didn't have good intentions.

And he specifically added this kind of "wild beast" that was obviously not easy to control…

Was he finding the performance match not stimulating enough and wanted to add more excitent?

Or… did he have other plans?

"Everything is up to Master's arrangent."

Lynx could only nod in the end.

He was now a fish on the chopping block. He had no right to refuse.

"Very good!"

Batiatus patted his shoulder. "Then it's settled! Octavius, you stay with them, get familiar, and go on the field together the day after tomorrow!"

The overseers took Octavius toward the gladiators' cell area.

When passing by Lynx, the giant suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at him once.

That look was very direct, with scrutiny and… a trace of curiosity.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Octavius grinned, showing an expression that could barely be called a smile, and then continued walking forward.

After he walked far away, Gisco said in a low voice: "Lynx, this guy… is not right."

"I know."

Lynx's eyes were sowhat grave. "Go find out what this Octavius's background is. A Germanic warrior who killed eight Roman soldiers alone… how did such a person fall into Batiatus's hands?"

"Understood."

Gisco hurried away.

Lynx stood in place, watching Octavius being taken into a separate cell in the corner — bigger than Lynx's, the door was thickened, and locked from the outside.

"Big Brother,"

Amir walked to his side and said in a small voice. "I'm a bit scared."

"What are you scared of?"

"That giant… and the performance match the day after tomorrow… I always feel sothing is going to happen."

Lynx patted his shoulder: "Being scared is useless. What is coming will co. Go prepare. Rember Crixus's words. Don't eat or drink anything from the training camp."

Amir nodded and left too.

Lynx didn't return to his own cell. Instead, he turned and went to the dical room.

Mira was changing dicine for a gladiator — that guy had broken his arm during training. It was in a splint. He was grimacing in pain.

Seeing Lynx co in, Mira looked up and smiled, motioning for him to wait a mont.

Lynx sat down on the long bench at the door and watched Mira work skillfully.

Her movents were very steady. Her voice was very soft. The gladiator slowly relaxed.

After treating the injured and sending him away, Mira walked over and sat down beside Lynx.

"Have you heard?"

She asked softly. "That new giant."

"I heard, and I saw him."

"His na is Octavius. He is going on the field with us the day after tomorrow."

Mira's face turned white: "Why?

The performance match list was decided long ago, right?"

"Batiatus changed it at the last mont, saying it was to add so… entertainnt value."

"But…"

Mira bit her lip. "I looked at that person. His eyes are wrong. He doesn't look like an ordinary slave. He looks more like… a prisoner of war, and the kind who has killed many people."

Lynx nodded: "He killed eight Roman soldiers by himself."

Mira sucked in a cold breath: "Then you guys the day after tomorrow…"

"It's fine."

Lynx held her hand. "I have preparations, and Crixus's side also has a plan."

Mira looked at him. There was worry in her eyes, but more was trust.

"Lynx, promise one thing."

"Say it."

"Co back alive."

Mira gripped his hand tightly. "No matter what happens, you must co back alive. I… I will wait for you."

Lynx's heart ward. He nodded: "Good, I promise you."

The two sat for a while more. Lynx briefly told her Crixus's plan, including escaping from the side door and the ship matter.

Mira listened seriously, occasionally asking a few details.

"Do you think Crixus is trustworthy?"

She finally asked softly.

"Half and half."

Lynx gripped Mira's hand tightly. "But we need him now. In the performance match, one more person ans one more bit of strength."

Mira nodded and suddenly rembered sothing: "By the way, Marcus is much better today. I told him to continue pretending to be sick, but he can actually get out of bed and walk. He said… he wants to go with you guys."

"We'll see his condition the day after tomorrow."

"If he can fight, bring him. If not, let him continue pretending to be sick. After we leave, find an opportunity to slip away himself."

"Good."

At this mont, footsteps ca from outside. Soone was coming.

Lynx stood up: "I'll go first. You be careful. The day after tomorrow… if chaos breaks out, find an opportunity to go to the side door and et us."

"Mm."

Mira sent him to the door and watched his departing back. Her fingers unconsciously stroked her lower abdon.

It was still very flat, but a small life was already growing there.

She didn't know what would happen the day after tomorrow, but she believed in Lynx.

He would definitely win.

Definitely.

When Lynx returned to the training ground, the sky had already darkened.

Torches were lit in the courtyard. Gladiators gathered in small groups, discussing sothing in low voices.

The atmosphere was very oppressive, without the usual noise.

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