Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 ‘we don’t eat animal trainers anymore’, ‘the new animal trainer is our king’. These strange messages were sent from the brain of the round-shell beetle, and then Bucher learned.

　　‘It’s good if you don’t eat, so you don’t get whipped. Butcher closed his eyes and comforted the round shell bugs in a soft voice. Compared to the complex and changeable humans, these beetles are quite simple and lovely. ‘Be obedient and don’t get hurt. ’

　　‘Our king is going to deal with the desert lizards. Those dumb reptiles can’t even talk with their heads, and they will definitely surrender. The laughter of the round-shell beetle gloating over misfortune came from the telecast. Butcher waited for a while, and really waited for the follow-up news. ‘The lizards are rolling all over the floor, I don’t know what it is for, but what the king asks them to do, they do what they do. It’s better than antennae! ’

　　 Butcher smiled bitterly in the black jail, and couldn’t comment on the round-shell beetle's state of "I am unlucky, so I am happy to see others unlucky". After a while, the round-shell beetle reported that all the beasts in the entire animal pen had surrendered, and Bucher realized that the new animal trainer was indeed capable.

　　‘Hey, you use telepathic communication sparingly, it may be discovered by the trainer. Butcher is a little worried, because the round-shell beetle says that not all beetles can talk and communicate inside the shell.

　　‘It’s okay, our king will use his brain to talk like that. By the way, I don’t know if you can solve a problem! "The round shell beetle suddenly became very excited," the problem is, you can never eat me! ’

　　‘I didn’t eat you. Butcher was a little confused.

　　 repeat the problem that Zhao Mai used to entrap the round-shell beetle, that is just cheating. Anyway, Bucher, who was held in a black jail, heard the roundshell beetle's call, and he had new questions to think about. This was also a good way for him to pass the time.

　　 After solving the "who is the boss" problem in the animal pen, Zhao Mai's future work is easier. As long as he gives orders, these creatures can now even line up to eat, learn to wash their hands before and after meals, clean their own feces, and even take care of each other's parasites. Therefore, he has time to do his own thing. After sneaking to the wall of the manor and blowing a whistle, the grain reserves were sent to him with a bang, with a small cloud of white smoke.

　　 "Come on, you will help me manage the animal pen in the future." Zhao Mai touched the head of the food reserve and handed it over again. "I'm going to the training camp next door. You just need to keep the animal stables in order, and then eat and drink. By the way, don't be found out."

　　 The reserve grain "Wow", indicating that I understand.

　　 A training camp separated by a wall is a place where strong men and women gather. Regardless of the strength, agility or skill fighters, here are the same rules: obey the words of the trainer Posey. It was a bald elf with scars and sword wounds on his face, and a constant expression of anger that never changed. He is not strong, but he is very agile. He is best at using the stick in his hand to hit the lower body of others, and he teaches his gladiators in this way.

From a distance, Zhao Mai listened to him yelling in the most vulgar language in the world: "No matter what kind of battle, you have only one target, the lower body! Smash it! (Then use seven different common names. Repeat this sentence)." In short, after a while, Zhao Mai knew how to describe a certain part of the other party on the planet Atas.

　　 Zhao Mai only saw Ricas. He is in the corner of the training camp, practicing his newly acquired right hand against the wooden stake, that is, using the long sword on it to chop back and forth. Because the prosthesis had only been installed for a short time, he didn't dare to use force, but he couldn't stop slashing, adapting to the weight and balance of the sword, and striving to restore his body coordination as soon as possible.

　　 As for other people, most of them are focused on training, or catching and killing each other, or practicing the use of weapons. Some newly purchased slaves are exercising on the edge of the training camp, such as carrying large rocks, lifting concrete, or jumping up and down on the steps. Of course, the most important training is to listen to the command and speak the rules, which runs through every day of the life of all slave gladiators.

　　 Zhao Mai did not contact Rikas rashly. Although he could easily do this with psionic powers, who knows if there is a watcher here? When using psychic powers, there will always be a strange phase, either light, or sound, or a strange floral fragrance like Zhao Mai.

　　 In fact, compared to flashing lights or sounds, on a desert planet like Atas, the fragrance of flowers is the most alarming alien. Everyone here has a good nose, and the sweet smell of flowers will be easily known to them. This kind of strange fragrance is probably related to the identity of Zhao Maidrui, and may have been formed under the influence of the force of nature.

　　 Zhao Mai continued to pretend to be a half-idiot animal trainer, so he always wore a disguised smirk on his face. After observing in secret for a period of time, Zhao Mai was surprised to find that this training camp was completely in charge of trainer Percy. Within two hours, more than seven waves of servants had come to him to ask him about everything, from food and training equipment to arranging female slaves to attend bedtime. With a very determined attitude, the elf arranged the most stringent conditions for everyone, and declared that only the most obedient and most satisfying gladiators could get an improvement in living conditions. None of the servants who came to interrogate had any objections, and stepped back obediently, as if Percy was the new master.

　　 "You guys ‘beep—’ ‘beep—’, listen up!" The elf waved his whip and gushed out his masked speech. After listening for a long time, Zhao Mai has to worry about whether his language will be corrupted by him, and become vulgar. He already understood that the bald elf Percy was using this method to establish his own authority, which should support Zhao Mai's guess: Percy became the temporary head of the training camp.

　　 In this way, things are much simpler. As long as you get the trainer, you can control the training camp, at least you can take the initiative. Templar Taisian didn't know what to do, so the opportunity in front of him was rare in a lifetime.

　　 "Hey, the fool on the wall is you, what are you doing? Get me here!" A long whip flew towards Zhao Mai's face, but he didn't want to take it for nothing. Zhao Mai pretended to be frightened and fell from the wall, just avoiding the whip. Then he walked to the training ground tremblingly. After estimating the length of the whip and the distance from the nearest bunker around him, Zhao Mai picked a safe position that was least likely to be hit and stood.

　　 "I'm an animal trainer. I just came here. My name is Griffin~www.NovelMTL.com~ Zhao Mai smiled and replied.

　　 "Animal trainer? How many days do you think you can live before the round shell bug turns you into dung?" Posey pinched his waist and laughed. "Life is limited, isn't it? Let's see that you are pitiful, and I decided to add some color to your sad and destined short life. In a while, there will be a batch of new female slaves. If you can beat a certain angle Fighter, I'll let you pick one, how about a happy night?"

　　 "What's the use of female slaves?" Zhao Mai continued to play dumb.

　　 Gladiators roared with laughter, even female fighters. "Use what you want." Posey felt that he had already crushed the gladiators almost all day, and in the end he always wanted to entertain them. And among all the gladiators, there was one he had to overcome. "Rikas, come over and introduce you to an opponent." The bald elf said maliciously: "I can't bully a fool and let someone who lack hands come and fight you. Is this fair and reasonable?"

　　 "He is not a gladiator, but an ordinary slave. I will not fight him." Ricas frowned. Such a fight is meaningless and lacks the joy of victory.

　　 Zhao Mai was secretly happy, but he didn't expect the opportunity to join Ricas came so soon. So he looked eager to try, and smiled stupidly: "Okay, OK, it's him! I want a slave girl, hahaha."

Percy pressed his whip against Ricas’s face and said in a low voice: “Boy, he is a trainer and he finally bought it. Don’t hurt him and make Master Taixi an angry. The best way is to Let this fool beat you up until I say stop. You will perform, right~www.NovelMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www. NovelMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.