After the banquet, in the backyard of the Opherun Manor, in the dim basement water prison, several burly armed gladiators were shaving off their body hair with a small hook and applying olive oil. Then they tried various terrifying torture instruments in their hands, staring at Sifax, who was tied to the shelf and left with only half of their lives.≧

"Hey, I'll sit here, looking at my eyes, and I'll continue to torture. If I blink a few times, it means to stop torture and change torture instruments." The man who led the lead, with his mouth tense, squeezed his eyes, and with a fierce expression, covered his head with only two eyes, revealing his muscles, causing his muscles to shake a few times, and then sat in the corner opposite Sifax.

As a result, the gladiator holding a whip next to him tapped his shoulder armor with his hand, "What are you doing!" the leader asked impatiently.

"We can't see if you wear a mask like this, you can't blink clearly." The gladiator said, and then the rest nodded and agreed.

"Is that true?" The leading man blinked a few times, then pointed at himself and asked others if he could see it. As a result, everyone shook his head and expressed his denial-the man could only sigh and took off his hood, "Okay, now let's start, let this cub fly in flesh and blood!"

The gladiator holding a whip tapped his shoulder armor with his hand, "What are you doing!" the leader asked impatiently.

"I just have a small question. If you blink and blink again quickly, should we continue to fight according to the first plan, or should we stop following the second plan?"

"If I blink twice, I will try to extend the interval twice." The leader continued to explain in detail and sincerely.

"There is another question. Is the number of blinks calculated based on your single eye? If you blink both eyes, is it considered one or two?"

Just as Li Bida, Leo, and Yulia, led by the slaves, walked around the trail in the back garden and walked to the entrance of the basement, there were a few shrill screams - a guy covered in blood and with terrible scars was dragged out of the threshold by other slaves.

"Is this Sifax?" the high priest stopped and asked.

Leo stepped forward, held back his emotions and looked at him, then shook his head at his father. At this moment, the famous slave next to him said, "This guy is just a chattering gladiator. He was beaten up for his random noise just now and threw it out."

"That means that the punishment inside has not begun yet?" the high priest murmured, and then the leader immediately stepped out of the door and saluted him. With a flattering tone and smile, he asked the high priest to give him the task completely. "If there is no one night, the guy will have to confess. Even if his mother returns to her soul from the underworld, she will not be able to turn her mind back."

As a result, Li Bida refused, and then he slowly walked to his son, "I asked Leo to be responsible for interrogation and torture."

Yulia burst out immediately with dissatisfaction, and she turned to her husband, "I had wanted to confront you at the banquet. How could you treat your children like this? He is a member of the Emilius family and the heir to your career of Li Bida. But you ignored his rationality and fatigue at all. First, he asked him to find torture instruments, and then asked him to take charge of this kind of thing. This is what a Roman noble young man should do? This is what the executioner and the sword fighter should do!"

"Shut up, Yulia. You are not a fool. I don't need to speak so bluntly. I can only say that now is the moment of life and death of the Emilius family, and it is also the moment that determines Leo's future, so he can only face it himself." After saying that, Yulia wanted to argue something, but Li Bida controlled it with her hands. This gesture is unique to the male master in the Roman family, and represents an unquestionable meaning.

"Mama, I can." Finally, sweat fell from Leo's forehead and said slowly.

"But Leo, I train you as a philosopher and a moralist. You should be a kind and gentle young man. Now your father tells you to do such a terrible thing." Yulia shouted with resentment and regret.

"Mama, a philosopher without swords and wrists cannot survive in this world, or I will be responsible for creating the world where philosophers can survive safely." Leo gritted his teeth and finally stepped into the threshold. A dark and moldy smell came towards him. He retreated slightly, but his father walked behind himself and pressed his hand on his back shoulder, which made him unable to retreat at all.

That uncomfortable aura continued to emerge, just before and after this dark threshold, it seemed like hell was inside. This made Li Bida remember his previous dream, so his hand pressed tighter, "Leo, my son, what were the worries you had when you were born? Although your biological mother's status was a little low, I even regarded the little pigeon as my own. You have had citizenship and knighthood since you were young and enjoyed a good and superior college education, but now you should understand that some things are useless to talk about ideals, just like today

It was like this dungeon, dark, terrifying and damp, and it was full of torture instruments, whipping, wailing, false promises that the nobles did not want to see. All of this was like a plague, which made the so-called young people who were educated in Greek philosophy avoid. They would rather take up their swords and kill anyone who had nothing to do with him than witness or even engage in them - but your father, I have experienced everything, brutal barracks, bloody battlefields, congested island apartments, conspiracies, assassinations, I still remember what I was like? Do I still remember?"

When talking about "what he was" Li Bida suddenly pinched his hands tighter, Leo's shoulders even made a crunching sound, and the sweat on his forehead was flowing even harder. Combined with the rich and unpleasant smell, Leo felt like he wanted to vomit, but he still held back. He had heard his biological mother Porty say more than once what kind of life she had lived with her father before, and Porty often kept saying "Your father is not a mortal".

"Walk over, Leo, experience, experience." The voice behind his father rang out, "Look at the torture instrument, preside over, let it change its patterns, and ask the other party to reveal something that is beneficial to our family." Then, the father's hand rhythmically patted his shoulder twice, then patted him on the back, and then Leo heard the creaking sound of the iron bars outside, accompanied by the vague quarrel of Yulia Mama, along with the low sound of the passing of the wind, he staggered down the stairs of the fire. It was a recurring one. After slowly sinking, the smell of the residue became even more stuffy.
Chapter completed!