After the sound of the chains, the jailers left, and Wan Qingming had time to say to Zhao Ziliang: "Do you really plan to live here?
This is not a good place.
It is different from ordinary prisons.
As far as I know As far as we know, there is a gladiatorial arena in this prison, and the participants in the death fights are death row prisoners and serious criminals, as well as many barbarians captured from the northern barbarians.
The prison holds it at regular intervals.
The gladiatorial competition will be held every two days or five days at the longest.
The audience is either princes, nobles, ladies of wealthy families, or high-ranking ministers.
These people live boring, empty and lonely lives, and they just want to seek excitement, so they don't know The prison warden organized the Death Battle, which is open to those with status, but not all noble ladies and high-ranking ministers can come in.
Those who can come in need to be recommended by regular customers."
"As long as the status of the spectators who can come in is not too low outside, some people who are inconvenient to reveal their identities can wear masks.
The prison does not charge tickets, but there is a handicap, and all spectators who come in must participate in betting.
You can bet as much or as little as you like.
In addition, you have to pay for drinks, snacks and fruits.”
Zhao Ziliang asked: "Do the Eastern Roman officials know about this gladiatorial arena hidden in the prison?"
Wan Qingming said: "The prison is under the jurisdiction of the government.
How could the government not know that gladiatorial combat has been around since the Roman Republic.
At that time, it was privately funded, that is, private individuals raised and trained gladiators to duel each other for the pleasure of the upper class.
By the time of the Roman Empire, gladiators were officially or royally sponsored, but most of the gladiators of that period They are played by slaves or foreign prisoners of war.
Now, the people participating in the duel are criminals, but they are not slaves or foreign prisoners of war, so the people will definitely be disgusted with this.
Of course, the official has been keeping this secret.
It is impossible to ban it, as many people’s interests are involved, and if it is banned, many people will lose the joy of life.”
"Sin is indeed everywhere," Zhao Ziliang sighed, and asked, "Do you know how many prisoners there are in this prison?"
Wan Qingming said: "Ten years ago I was the head of Dongchang in the Constantinople area.
At that time, there were more than 3,000 prisoners in this prison.
I don't know now."
Zhao Ziliang said: "With more than 3,000 people, it seems that this prison is not small.
The location where we are located should not be all the prisons for criminals.
It can only hold a few hundred people at most.
There must be other areas in this prison."
"That's right, this prison has a prison area in each of the eight directions, and in the middle is the arena.
The design is somewhat different from the Roman arena, and the scale is much smaller than the arena in the city."
Having said this, Wan Qingming asked: "Master, what are your plans?"
Zhao Ziliang is quite satisfied with this title.
Although these people here are all from his own family, and Gray Lin can't understand Chinese, there is nothing to take into consideration, but it is inevitable that walls have ears.
It is always good to be careful.
The title "Gongzi" is really too common. , no one will think about his true identity.
"I have to know who is behind us.
If the person behind the scenes has any plans for us, he will definitely show up.
Let's just wait for him here."
Zhao Ziliang said, sitting cross-legged on the straw on the prison floor.
Close your eyes and rest your mind.
Zhang Huchen, Wan Qingming and Bart looked at each other and each found a place to sit down and rest.
Bart and Wan Qingming sat near the cell door, while Zhang Huchen stood against the wall not far from Zhao Ziliang.
There is a large house next to the arena near the southern sea wall.
This is the manor of Alexius, the commander of the Praetorian Guards.
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Sexta has returned to the manor for a long time.
He relies on While eating fruit peeled by the maid on the couch, a servant came over and saluted and reported: "Your Majesty, Centurion Gadre has arrived."
"Let him in," Sexta ordered vaguely.
"Yes, Lord Viscount" The centurion who had previously captured Zhao Ziliang and others appeared at the door.
He walked in, pressed his right hand on Sexta's chest, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Viscount, the matter you asked has been completed."
"Oh" Sexta was overjoyed and immediately straightened up and asked: "Where is the person?"
Centurion Gadre replied: "Since the people you sent did not say that they were going to bring people here, I could only send them to the seaside prison."
Sexta felt angry after hearing this, and immediately wanted to curse, but he still held back, turned his head and looked at the servant next to him with an unkind expression, and asked: "How do you do things so well that you can't do anything well?"
The servant turned pale with fright and fell to his knees: "Lord Viscount, I am the one who ordered this person to be brought here.
The people below must have not conveyed my original words to Gadre.
Centurion" Sexta turned to look at Gadre with a sullen face, forced a smile and said: "Centurion Gadre, thank you for what happened today.
You can go back first."
Gadre bowed and stepped out.
Sexta watched Gadre's figure disappear, and the smile that was barely showing just now disappeared immediately.
He turned to look at the servant kneeling on the ground, and with a fierce look, he walked to the wall, pulled out his sword and walked towards the servant.
A sword stabbed him in the back, and the tip of the sword passed through his chest.
Blood dripped from the corner of the servant's mouth, and he turned his head with difficulty: "Young Master, why?"
"If you can't handle this little thing, what's the use of keeping you?
So you should go see God."
Sexta said, stepping on the servant's back and pulling out the sword.
The servant fell to the ground and kept stopping.
From twitching, he soon became motionless.
"Comer" Two servants walked in with their bodies bowed, "Master" "Drag it out," Sexta ordered, pointing at the body with a look of disgust.
"Yes, Master" Although he killed someone, Sexta's mood still did not improve.
The reason was of course that Zhao Ziliang and others were sent to the seaside prison, and this prison happened to be where he could not speak.
The prison falls under the jurisdiction of the judges of the Senate, and Sexta's father Alexius is the commander of the Praetorian Guard.
It is a military system.
It is a completely different system from the judicial system.
There is almost nothing on weekdays. intersection.
What's more important is that the seaside prison is different from other prisons.
It has a gladiatorial arena, which involves the use of many people.
If the seaside prison is planned, it will inevitably cause a siege by many people.
If those people's cheese is touched, they can't help it. desperately Sexta didn't expect things to turn out like this, "Things are a bit troublesome, come here."
A servant came in and said, "Master, what are your orders?"
Sexta said: "Go and ask if there are any gladiatorial fights at the seaside prison tonight."
"yes" Not long after, the servant came back and reported: "Master, let me ask you clearly.
There are two shows tonight, but it seems to be over now."
It was almost over.
Sexta thought for a while and ordered: "Go to the seaside prison and ask the few orientals arrested tonight which prison area a northern barbarian woman is locked up.
After asking, see if you can get them out." , as long as we can get it out, no matter how much it costs."
"Yes, Master, I'll go right away" Cathedral of the Holy Apostles.
Irina knelt in front of the statue of Jesus and prayed in a low voice with her eyes closed.
The maids were all standing around in nun robes.
An extremely tall and burly warrior wore shining armor and a hooded helmet on his head. , standing not far away with a broad heavy sword hanging from his waist.
In addition to Irina's whispered prayers in the church, there were also the prayers of other maids wearing nun robes.
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Irina liked to worship icons, and these maids could only follow suit.
This matter would have been done ten years ago. , will definitely be put in jail.
A eunuch quickly walked over to Irina and whispered: "Your Majesty, Medusa is here."
Irina didn't seem to hear it and still prayed in a low voice.
It wasn't until it was over a few minutes later that she stood up and said, "Let her come to the bedroom to meet me."
"Yes, Your Majesty" Irina returned to the bedroom.
A maid had already come forward to take off her nun's robe and put on a cool silk purple floor-length dress.
A maid came over with a glass of wine.
Irina waved her hand and said: "Change the tea." " "Yes, Your Majesty" Irina walked to the window and looked at the night view of Constantinople in the distance through the transparent glass.
The church was not high up.
Even though she was on the third floor, she couldn't see very far.
It was not as far as in the Holy Palace.
There are many night views to be seen.
A woman in a long black dress with her entire face covered by a gauze approached the bedroom and saluted Irina: "Your Majesty, your eternal slave Medusa has come to pay her respects."
Irina took the hot tea handed over by the maid, opened the lid of the cup, blew it gently, took a small sip, and asked without looking back: "Are Alexius and his gang here these two days?"
Are you celebrating everything you do and laughing even when you sleep?"
The woman in black dress replied: "As your Majesty said, they were all very happy, but they did not seem to be idle, as if they were preparing to place officials in various departments.
In addition, today Alexius went to see His Majesty the Emperor.
They No one knows what it said, but Alexius was a little unhappy when he came out.
I suspect he might have had a quarrel with the emperor."
After listening to this, Irina remained silent for a long time.
Just when the woman in black dress felt like she was about to fall asleep, Irina asked again: "Is there any news?"
The woman in black thought for a while and said: "Tonight Alexios's youngest son Sexta participated in a bidding auction at the Moulin Rouge, but he lost to a businessman from the east.
With his character, I will definitely take action against that Eastern businessman."
Irina immediately lost interest and asked casually: "What did you auction that aroused Sexta's interest?"
"Princess Graylin of the Kuthur tribe of the Avar Khanate was captured by our slave-catching team on the northern border of Thrace.
The Eastern businessman offered her 40,000 gold coins and took her away.
Setasta was so angry that she flew into a rage." .
Irina suddenly turned around and her voice suddenly became louder: "Who were you talking about just now?"
The woman in black was stunned and immediately replied: "Princess Graylin of the Kuthur tribe of the Avar Khanate."
Irina's face immediately turned ugly, and she asked coldly: "Why didn't you report this matter earlier?"
"Your Majesty, I thought this was just a small matter and there was no need to report it to you.
Moreover, you are too busy.
The Avar Khanate is far away from us and has no effect on us, so I did not report it to you. " Irina looked at the woman in black for a long time and sighed: "Your vision is always limited.
Go immediately to find out who the Eastern merchant who bought Graylin is.
Where is he now?
Find him for me."
The woman in black said: "Your Majesty, there is no need to investigate.
Not long after they walked out of the Moulin Rouge, they were arrested by the city guard patrol and sent to the seaside prison."