Feng Yu was delighted when he heard that the purple-clothed bald man was going to auction John Lawrence. He was originally thinking about how to get John out, but now it seems that it is just a matter of money. For Feng Yu, as long as it is money, it is not a matter of money.

Alexander and the Justice named Auguste have returned to the VIP seat from the platform. Although the arena is not as noisy as before, many people are still quarreling and discussing each other in anger. It is nothing more than two types of opinions. One is naturally unwilling to admit the result, and the other is that although they do not want to admit the result, they still think that they have to follow the rules.

At this moment, another person ran to the platform. He shouted loudly to the audience with a full spirit: "Afilica lion, our hero on the arena of the Roman Empire - Patney! He should have been free today, become a free citizen of Rome, and will also become my friend from my slave, or even a warrior in the Roman Empire navy. Unfortunately, he was killed by a coward, despicable, and unworthy person who was not worthy of being a gladiator..."

Feng Yu frowned when he heard this, and deliberately said in Latin in a higher pitch: "Who is this person? He doesn't give face to the emperor and the justice? The situation that has just calmed down seems to be incited by him again."

It was still the local audience who was a good person not far ahead and heard Feng Yu's words and replied: "This is Patney's master, that is, Malor of the Apennines fleet!"

Alexander and Feng Yu in the VIP seat frowned slightly, and he thought to himself - What exactly does Malor want to do?

Mallor paused at this moment, and then changed his mind and continued: "But law and order are the foundation of our country in Rome. We cannot destroy the foundation of the empire in order to vent our momentary anger. Therefore, we must deal with this matter according to the established rules. I, Mallor, intends to bid for this despicable slave even if I disperse my family's wealth and then execute him in public to vent the anger in our hearts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into thunderous cheers and applause. Some people beat the beat with their palms rhythmically, saying "Marole! Marole!" one after another. After a while, most of the people in the audience followed. Some even made Ula, Ula's voice. Feng Yu knew that this meant almost the same as shouting long live in the Middle Earth region.

However, at this time, one person's face turned pale. It was the Roman Emperor Alexander. He knew very well that Mallor's real intention was to win the hearts of the people and establish his prestige in public. This was a major threat to him. Because in Rome, in addition to the Apennine fleet, there was also a land army in the hands of Mallor's younger brother Thomas. At the beginning, Alexander did not want to agree to Mallor as commander of the Apennine fleet, but in the end, his mother Amyas helped him get the idea for the balance of all forces.

After the voices of the audience subsided, the purple-robed bald man couldn't wait and said, "Please wait, the auction ceremony will begin soon!"

After a while, some personnel from the arena drove some servants to set up an auction table with ready-made components in the middle of the venue. Then, the host said, "Please sign up for citizens who are willing to buy John Lawrence!" His words were shouted loudly by the other assistants several times.

After a while, Mallor walked to the center of the venue in a big way. It was obvious that even though he had said these words before, it was unlikely that someone would come to bid with him today. Not only did he think so, but almost everyone in the audience thought so. The purple robe host had already arrived at the center of the venue and smiled at Mallor, "As long as the general brings enough 100 gold coins, you can take this person away."

Mallor waved his hand calmly and said, "Don't worry about money!" Then, the servant following him handed over a big purse. Mallor held it in his hand and shook it, and the gold coins inside made a pleasant sound of jingling.

The purple-robed bald host immediately stood on the platform and said: "John Lawrence, the 12th Gladiator of the Sixth Training Team of the Gladiator, defeated... and killed the former Long Winning King Patney, according to the rules, and was converted to private ownership. The starting price was 100 gold coins. Now only General Malor is here to bid, so..."

Before he could finish his words, a voice came from a distance, saying, "Who said that only General Malor came to bid for the auction?"

The purple-robed bald man turned his head quickly and saw a young man with yellow-skinned black hair and facial features that were very different from ordinary people appeared in his sight. There were several followers behind him. This person was Feng Yu. Of course, Feng Yu, who was over 40 years old, is no longer a young man, but he does not have a beard, has good skin and figure, so he does not look old. In the eyes of this purple-robed bald man, he is a young man.

The purple-robed bald man didn't know the other party's background, so he had to say politely: "This foreign friend, sorry. According to the rules, only citizens can bid for the auction."

Feng Yu immediately replied: "I am a citizen. If you don't believe it, I have documents issued by the ruling authority. Do you want to take a look?"

The purple-robed bald head was about to take the document to check it, but Mallor next to him laughed and said, "No need to read it. I prove to him that he is indeed a citizen of the Roman Empire."

It turned out that Mallor also came to attend the banquet at Alexander. Since there were about two hundred people at the banquet, Feng Yu naturally couldn't remember him, but he could definitely remember Feng Yu, the protagonist at the banquet. Mallor continued, "Why, Lord Feng Hu is also here to join in the fun."

Feng Yu immediately replied politely: "I am really sorry. This person may be the relative of an important friend of me, so can the general take it on his face and ask me to take him away?"

Malar sneered, "Your friend's relative? He is a barbarian slave. Is your friend also a barbarian?"

"I'm sure that the general is a Germanic slave. It's just because she has kindness to me. And the tradition of my hometown is that I have to repay me with kindness, so I have bought her out and released her as a free citizen. This time I'm just doing her a favor."

Feng Yu knew in his heart that it was easy for people like Mallor to ask for information in Rome, so he simply said it frankly. However, Feng Yu still concealed another motivation to save John Lawrence, which was that he thought this person was useful.

Feng Yu then said, "Of course I can only do my best. If the price is too high, I can't afford it. So please give it a lot."

In fact, Feng Yu just made a fake shot, so that Malaro could not guess his lowest price at all costs. Otherwise, Malaro's lion opened his mouth and sold the price as high as possible. What should I do if he could open his mouth and auctioned the price as high as possible?
Chapter completed!