Since Lucius and the woman had a friendly exchange in the prison cell, their relationship became somewhat strange.

Lucius still kept the woman in chains in a locked slave prison, pretending he never noticed she managed to unlock the shackles.

The woman was also willing to continue living in the prison cell as if unlocking the shackles never happened.

The cell had changed greatly, however.

Lucius had someone thoroughly clean the cell and hallway, reducing the smell greatly. In the corner of the cell, a pile of thatched grass was replaced by a wide and large bed, covered with thick fur mattresses. One could sink into the fur when lying on it, even more comfortable than the large bed prepared by Arandiebu, the former owner of the slave prison, on the second floor.

The woman didn't say anything about this.

But Lucius could see that she was most satisfied with it: finally, she could stretch her legs while sleeping.

Lucius commands two slave girls to wait outside the fence gate, serving the woman's food and drink, and waiting for her orders at all times.

Behind the seemingly warm hospitality, there is a man's cunning plan: with these two slave girls serving her day and night, if the mother lioness does not want to let him know that she can remove the shackles, she first has to deceive the slave girls, in that case, she can only reattach the lock of the shackles and may even have to shackle herself.

This morning, Lucius came to see her and found that his cunning plan was successful.

The heavy shackles were still hanging on the woman, and she had re-tightened them, tightly bounding her hands and feet.

Not bad. This is a good start.

Lucius thought happily.

At this time, the woman had finished her bath, biting her head rope, letting the two slave girls dry her half-silver hair, carefully tying it up, tying it up on her head, and dividing the shining bald head and dense silver hair obliquely.

Slaves carefully anointed the tall figure of the "Silver White Mother Lioness" with fragrant oil, making her shine white like the sacrifice to be offered to the gods.

Their hands moved gently on her body, and she closed her eyes comfortably.

This fragrant oil was not only visually and aromatically pleasing, but also protected the skin from being scorched by the sun.

So she judged that her next bout of combat was probably scheduled for noon, and possibly in the courtyard of the aristocracy.

She sighed softly, calming the restless urge to try.

At this time, the slaves began to tie the waist rope twisted from black cloth with dark golden patterns around her.

They helped her tie the waist rope at the top of her hips, and the black tassels hanging from the front and back of the crotch were level with her knees, covering the lower body and exposing the ugly slave brand on her belly.

She frowned and glanced at Lucius.

Lucius almost instantly understood her thoughts.

"Let me warn you, this waist rope is not my doing. Today, we're going to the Minis family to participate in their female gladiator competition. They are a famous household in the sky.”

Lucius sighed, "The rules of the famous household are strict, even stricter than the pharaohs of Kem. In their courtyard, low-status people can only wear a waist rope, nothing else is allowed. Haven't you seen the two personal female slaves of Cynthia? They wear that outfit."

She coldly replied, "I'm not your slave."

"You are," Lucius said indifferently, his heart pounding, "Forgotten what you said yourself? 'Captured, unable to pay ransom, and not escaping, then you have to be a slave. That's the tradition of the Ice People.'"

He cleverly changed "couldn't escape" to "not escaping".

The woman was speechless.

She felt a little wrong, but couldn't say it. It seemed that the words were indeed spoken by herself.

Lucius concealed the joy in his heart.

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As he thought, the language of the northern barbarians was very rough and the woman could not distinguish the difference between the two meanings.

But being countered by Lucius made her a little unhappy, and she reached out to him with her shackled hands, glaring at him with eyes like yellow jade.

He quickly walked into the prison cell and unlocked her shackles and handcuffs with a key.

The woman moved her hands and feet and said, "At least I need a chest binding cloth."

She raised her toes and then regained her footing, then lightly jumped a couple of times.

The two huge mounds of snow in front of her chest also bounced up and down, quivering, and heavy.

Lucius's eyes also jumped with them.

"See, it hurts to stretch while jumping," she said with distress, "unless like the Black Sea woman, cut off this pair of things, I can't fight without a chest binding cloth."

Lucius shrugged his shoulders.

"Since it's the arena in the Minis family courtyard, the other female slaves shouldn't have any chest bindings, and your fighting conditions are still equal."

However, the huge difference in volume and weight from birth can't be compensated.

He didn't dare to say this out loud.

He said, "I know you don't like the waist rope, but bear with it for now. When we come back, I promise you can wear any linen clothes you like--the front and rear tassels on this waist rope are still what I had someone add last night."

She snorted.

Her amber-like eyes seemed a bit displeased, but she didn't say anything in the end.

That's how it is. You haven't noticed yet, but the second round has already begun.

Lucius said to himself.

You have a strong physique and are good at using it to fight, while I am good at manipulating people's hearts and wills... Compared to you, I am so weak, but all I need to do is guide you, let the identity of the slave take root in your heart and grow gradually, and let you gradually become familiar and accept it.

Facing her cold demeanor with a disdainful gaze, he replied with a smile.

"I've said it, I am your master. Sooner or later, you will be mine."

The shoes, leg bindings, wristbands with tassels, and armlets with fringe, all black with dark gold patterns, match the waist rope color.

The woman signaled for the female slave to step back.

She was used to doing everything herself and didn't want anyone else's help.

Seeing that Lucius was still standing in the cell, she asked, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Today's gladiatorial games are all one-on-one, with no lions or other animals. With your abilities, there should be few opponents among the female gladiators."

Lucius says, "However, many people are participating in the arena battles this time, and there are four people worth paying attention to."

The woman listened to him while carefully putting on her arm guard.

"The first opponent is named Dipola, an Eland woman. I've seen her fight, she's not tall, uses two swords, and moves like the wind. She killed three opponents one by one in a battle. However, all her opponents were women, and she has no record of defeating a man."

"The second one is a black female arena slave from the Kiman tribe, named Chichikova. I haven't seen her, but I heard that she followed her master to participate in the five-city tour in the Moab Plains and won the city champion in Sodom, Yamah, and Bilah. Her nickname is 'Black Sun'."

"The third is a female arena slave from the Akkad people, Isis. She is a physically strong and muscular female warrior who is not inferior to you. She once killed a big hyena with bare hands...um, do you know what a big hyena is? It's a four-legged carnivore with short hind legs and a head slightly smaller than a lion."

"She keenly sensed the hesitation in his tone."

"Is there something you haven't told me about this Isis?"

Lucius sighed.

His words made her pause, "She is Masayes's person, representing Masayes in the war for glory."

She pulled tightly on the bindings on her legs.

"Masayes, I understand," she said, "Anything else?"

"The last one is the Assyrian," he sighed, "A former princess, the pearl of the dust, the wild horse of the Bell family. Please allow me not to mention her name directly. Her sword skills and combat skills are remarkable, on the night the Bell family perished, at least six outstanding Assyrian warriors died trying to capture her."

The woman didn't speak.

Now, she was dressed neatly.

She moved her limbs slightly, posed a few times, felt that her movements were not hindered, and then extended her hands to Lucius again.

Lucius asked knowingly, "What does it mean?"

"Cuffs, put them on for me," she said calmly.

"In my opinion, the so-called 'famous houses of heaven' are just some cowards and rodents who maintain their status by belittling others. But they also know that in front of swords and knives, everyone is equal - if I don't wear shackles, I'm afraid they wouldn't even let us in."

"I didn't know you had such sharp words, but I hope you'll keep your mouth shut in the courtyard of Menis. There are all big shots inside, one word can decide our life or death."

Lucius was also straightforward and put the shackles on her feet and wrists, locking them tightly.

Maybe it was the aftermath of yesterday's incident. Whenever he stood beside her, who was not shackled, he felt nervous, always felt uncomfortable, had difficulty breathing, and was afraid. Only after seeing that the mother lion was locked up securely, did he feel more comfortable.

"Until now, I still don't know your name." Translated into English in sections.

Lucus asked her, "How should I introduce you to others?"

She opened her mouth, but didn't speak.

After a few seconds of silence, she asked, "What do you want to call me?"

"Uh, let me think," he didn't expect her to ask this question, "I think 'Anada' would be good, the name of an ancient warrior..."

She nodded casually.

"Let's call it that then, Anada. When you introduce me to others, use it: Anada of the Schwartz family."

Lucus awkwardly laughed.

He curiously asked, "What's your real name, can you tell me?"

Anada was silent for a moment.

"I no longer use it, and you don't need to know," she said.

"O great Fruya, after finding my little sister, I will fight until death and offer my bravery to you. I willingly give up all in the mortal world and the privilege of eternal life in your sacred halls. Please bless me and turn my rage into a death hawk to descend upon my enemies and avenge my family. Before that day comes, I swear to abandon my birth name."

"The former home burns with raging flames and the blood flowed like rivers."

The vow echoes in his ears once more.

"I, Uldred-Mi'mir Sotirel, swear to the ravens soaring in the night sky, and to the broken sword and shattered shield in my hand. I will find my little sister, Chocoti, even if I fall into hellfire or ice and endure countless hardships."