"What do you mean? You mean that the Witch King will break his promise and will not give the champion freedom? Why?" Thinking of this question, Ricas stood up and sat down, stood up again, and paced back and forth in the room. He seemed anxious and didn't know what he should ask, or he didn't want him to be persuaded by Zhao Mai and lose the hope of "retrieving freedom".

In the dark cell, the sound of "pa" was still echoing. Whistles and cheers came from the corridor outside, and some unpleasant jokes also floated over. However, none of this could enter Ricas' ears, and there was only one voice in his mind "no freedom".

"You are a masked alliance member, you are not a slave owner at all, right?"

"When I saw you, I was not a masked alliance. But I was never a slave owner, you are right. I came from other places, a world without slavery, a place of freedom." Zhao Mai said: "It is not a victory in a fight that determines whether you are a slave or a freedom. Things are never that simple. There is the same obstacle between you and freedom, everyone and freedom, and that obstacle is called the Witch King."

"The Witch King is invincible!" Rikas almost yelled out. "Do you want me to die?"

"Yes, that's what it means." Zhao Mai said bluntly. "I was arrested as a slave and sent to the construction site of the Temple Tower. What did the Witch King do in the Temple Tower without falling at all, I saw everything in my eyes."

Zhao Mai told Rikas the role of the Temple Tower in a vain. Regarding the Witch King's plan to absorb all the power of life in the entire arena to strengthen himself. The so-called game will not be held to the end, there will be no championship or reward, only dead bodies all over the ground.

"Why don't you destroy the Temple Tower? You have plenty of opportunities, don't you?" Rikas asked.

"When someone waves his sword to cut you, will you kill that person or cut off the sword?" Zhao Mai curled his lips and said, "Not whether I have that ability, even if I do that, the Witch King can still repair the Temple Tower and continue to implement his plan, and delay it for a day or two. Only by completely cutting off his thoughts and leaving him no longer able to implement the plan can this problem be truly solved."

"Why is it me? I don't have this ability." Rikas looked at Zhao Mai with a bright look.

"It's not you, but us." Zhao Mai pointed to his chest. "You don't think I'll let you complete this almost impossible task alone, do you?"

"I don't understand."

"I didn't understand before." Zhao Mai remembered the time when he was locked in a prison car and lived on a corpse every day. The torture, torture, insult and hurt in Taixi's. "I came to the desert and was completely harmed by others. It was caused by an attack. At that time, I felt that this was nothing more than a new adventure, and there was still a feeling of expectation and excitement in my heart. Later I figured out, why? I do like adventure and solve various problems, but why was it imposed on me by others? That bastard in Taixi's will hurt and rob me at will, which made me feel like I lost my freedom for the first time, so I became serious, for the first time in my life."

Zhao Mai sat on the ground, leaning against the smooth stone walls behind him, looking up at the thick roof, as if he could see the starry night sky through layers of stones and cement. "I want to act according to my own will and will not be forced anymore. I also want strength, not too much, as long as I can protect my freedom and the power of free choice. I want to explore various strange worlds freely and experience the various beauty that a person should see in his life."

"So you want to kill the Witch King?"

"Yes, because the Witch King and his slavery, and of course his terrible power, are all obstacles to my way forward. Do you know that sometimes I look at this vast sea of ​​sand and experience its cruelty while also sighing at its magnificent magnificent. On this magnificent land, there should be magnificent events and magnificent heroes. I could not imagine something more magnificent than killing the Witch King and ending slavery!"

Rikas was stunned and sat quietly and silently opposite Zhao Mai. After a while, he raised his head again and said to Zhao Mai: "You can leave Tyr City, right?"

"Well, that's right. People outside thought they had been burned to death. I could sneak in or out. The slaves and templars in Tyr were all gathered near the Temple Tower. There was almost an empty city outside, a dead city, and of course I could leave."

"But you are back and you will still kill the Witch King."

"Yes, no one forced me to do this, this is my own choice." Zhao Mai said: "Ricas, what is your choice? The previous proposal is still valid. I can still take you out and let you go - for the sake of the food and backpack you have sent me."

"No, I choose to stay." Ricas shook his head. "Since I heard the word freedom, I have no other needs. I know that only by becoming the strongest gladiator can I gain freedom. No matter how many obstacles there are along the way, I will overcome them and never compromise. If I don't have freedom, I'd rather die!"

"What if the hindrance is the Witch King?"

"Even if it's the Witch King!"

"Okay, it's good that you have this determination." Zhao Mai stood up: "I have said what I should say, and I don't want you to just listen to my one-sided words. You should look at it with your own eyes, your ears, and your brain, just like a free man. As one of the most promising gladiators who have the most hope of winning the championship, you can detect the changes in things as long as you care carefully, and you will know that what I said is true."

"I believe what you said. I can tell the truth from your expression."

"Thank you for your trust. If you stick with it, you are not fighting alone." Zhao Mai said: "Now I have to withdraw. After all, I am the administrator of the beast bar, a silly guy. If there is any progress, I will tell you that you will continue to train before that. By the way, practice your left hand more, and you don't know what will happen. What if your long sword cannot be used in the gladiator?"

"But, according to the rules..."

"Rules?" Zhao Mai smiled: "You would rather believe in rules? You can't have any more fantasies. Only you can defend your freedom, right?"

"Yes, you're right." Ricas nodded: "I will try to make my left hand as strong as my right hand and prepare everything."

Zhao Mai turned off the background "music", then held Dogian's beautiful woman's waist and opened the prison door. "Thank you for teaching me." He played a silly man, speaking in a silly voice, "Goodbye, kind Ricas."

Along the way back, he received countless ridicule, "I'll give you some lessons, I can teach you both!"

"Ricas' waist strength is good, it's almost dawn! It's so admirable after tossing for so long!"
Chapter completed!