The mind is the most magical part of life. Its power can fly thousands of miles in an instant and can hold Sumeru in mustard seeds. As long as it is still breathing, the power of the mind will not disappear. Even if it is not buried in the farthest corner of the bottomless abyss, it will eventually shine.

Duojian held the skirt cloth in his hand and wiped the sweat from Zhao Mai's head. The rough and cold touch slid across his skin. Zhao Mai became stupider than ever. He quietly waited for her to finish her work, watching her at a loss about how to put the cloth back on her skirt. For some reason, Zhao Mai suddenly blurted out: "Dojian, if you help me, I will try my best to heal you."

The former Templar did not make any statement, and kept putting the cloth at his hand in the crack of the skirt, letting go, watching it fall to the ground - she thought that this would turn the skirt back to its original state. But this time Zhao Mai helped her pick it up and stuffed it into her pocket. "Come on, come with me, let's go to the Gladiator's rest."

The place where the gladiators rested is similar to that of the beast bar, and the taste is also the same. Zhao Mai doubts whether these two places are sometimes used. Some gladiators are asleep, while others are still awake alertly. Several people asked Zhao Mai: "What are you fools, taking another fool to do?"

"Oh, I don't know how to use it. Mr. Percy asked me to learn from Ricas." Zhao Mai smiled, which also caused others to laugh.

"Go quickly and learn hard! If you still don't know, I can give you extra classes! Hahaha!"

Ricas' residence is at the deepest part of the barracks, not because it is the quietest, but because the walls here are the thickest. The large rocks are unbreakable under the reinforcement of cement. Whether it is the wall, the ground or the ceiling, even the strongest round-shell beetles cannot bite through or dig. The most precious property here has been stored here for a long time, and now it is Ricas.

It is dense and can only rely on the light of the oil lamp whether it is day or night. As a Moor, he has half the blood of a dwarf. Ricas can see the things around him even in a purely dark environment, but he cannot distinguish the color without light. Usually he saves the lamp oil and exchanges some food with the people in the kitchen. But now the light in his room is on, and Ricas is holding a piece of animal skin and wiping the blade of his right hand.

"Hey, Ricas, open the door, I'm here to class." Zhao Mai knocked on the door panel with his knuckles, making a sound.

"Get out of here, I'm not interested." Ricas said without raising his head, "Tell Percy, don't bother me about anything that has nothing to do with competitive games."

"I am your fighting companion, remember? I raised my hand during the day." Zhao Mai said this to the corridor, and then whispered to Rikas: "Hey, I'm Mike, open the door quickly."

"Mai..." Rikas stood up suddenly, then coughed twice, and said in a very inconsistent voice: "Oh, it's you. I remember you, you did raise your hand." Then, he opened the door and put Zhao Mai and Dojian in.

"Mr. Percy asked you to teach me something and take up some time." Zhao Mai instructed Ricas to keep quiet with his hands, and then summoned his phone. He turned on the recording button, licked his palms vigorously, and then pressed and slapped his slightly bulging cheeks to record the sound of slap with a watery sound.

Ricas blinked, and although he didn't speak, his mouth was very clear: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Mai held Dogian's hand and took her to the door, asking her to hold the door, just blocking the slit of food delivery and surveillance. Although Zhao Mai and Ricas were both alert, no one could guarantee that they could find all the peeping people. Afterwards, Zhao Mai tuned the recorded music into a BGM loop play. Ricas covered his face, and he now understood Zhao Mai's actions.

"Okay, this will fool them for a while." Zhao Mai pointed to his face: "By the way, this is makeup, not disfigurement, so thank you for your concern."

"I'm very sure you are Mike now, and only you can speak like that." Ricas shook the sword in his hand, with a smile on his face: "Come and see, how about my new weapon? As long as they release Butcher and we join forces, we will definitely win the championship and gain freedom."

"I have bribed Percy, and Butcher should be released soon." Zhao Mai said to Rikas: "It's really good to listen to your afternoon speech. But you should remember that I bought you. Tessian just snatched you from me, which does not mean that you are his slave."

"What do you mean?" Ricas became alert. His expression changed from joy to seriousness, and the long sword that was originally held in front of his chest also dropped.

"I mean, I have escaped my wrong slavery and removed my collar. As long as I protest and under the pressure of the parliament, Tessian has to return you and Butcher to me. Butcher will definitely agree with every word I say, and I need you to speak for me too, so that I can pull Tessian off the Templar seat and achieve my revenge." Zhao Mai took a deep breath and said to Rikas: "There are many people who want to see Tessian's failure, do you understand?"

"What should I do with my Temple Tower Athletic?"

"Go to his temple tower, that's a killing pit." Zhao Mai said: "I will take you away from Tyre and go to other cities. If you make money for me, I can share half of the money I earn to you. In name, you are still my slaves, but in fact I am my partner. Didn't you find that Butcher and me are not ordinary slaves and slave owners? You can join in? I am very enlightened. I can give you all the money, women, and even my own family, as long as you work hard for me!"

“I want freedom.”

"Freedom is just an illusion, the Muirs. Even if you have freedom, what can you do? Do you have the means to make a living? I know that since you were born, you have been learning how to fight, kill, and perform. If you don't want to be a robber and be caught and become a slave, you can only re-enter the old business and work for a certain slave owner, maybe you will still be a gladiator, and it's better to be a trainer. What is your goal? Become a trainer with freedom, or become a slave of money again?" Zhao Mai gently patted Rikas' shoulder. He wanted to know if this man was determined enough. He was still the first hero to throw a spear at the Witch King in thousands of years. "Work for me, forget the hallucination of freedom, enjoy life, I will give you my guarantee."

Rikas was silent, the light of the oil lamp shaking on his face, and he didn't move. He curled up beside the bed, holding his cheek with one hand, and putting his long sword on his knees, like a statue of Rodin's thinker. The muscles of the thinker are solid and beautiful, and the power that symbolizes thinking is a power from the soul and soul. When people start to think, the universe will shake.

"No, I refuse." Ricas said: "Even if I am sleepy and starved on the street, I will taste the taste of freedom. I will be the champion, I will let the Witch King let me free, I will walk out of the arena with my head held high, without any restraints, and even if I have no support, I will do whatever I want."

"Then are you going to go against me?"

"Sorry, I can't compromise what I want. Even if you can't stop me, no one can do it. I will break his neck."
Chapter completed!