Anada didn't dismount and gestured to the reins of the other war horse in Lucius's hand.

"Let's go back," she said.

Lucius looked carefully at both horses and then shook his head.

"We can't go back," he said. "We have to leave the city and get away from Nineveh as quickly as possible."

The golden eyes narrowed, "What do you mean?"

Lucius said, "Look at the headwear on the war horse. It's from the Menes family. Those two knights are Menes warriors.

"The leader of the Menes family, Ulcai, is the governor of Nineveh, and the city is full of his people. If the Menes family intends to kill me, they will do so thoroughly, and there will definitely be an ambush in my slave market and gladiatorial arena!

"So we can't go back, we can't go back."

Anada nodded, "So you want me to leave Nineveh..."

Lucius quickly said, "Yes, us. Let's leave this city together and go far away, to Asia Minor, to Troy, or to Phrygia. I still have relatives in my family there. Let's hide for a while first and wait until the time is right to..."

She suddenly interrupts him: "What about my younger sister?"

Lucius was tongue-tied.

She looked at him with her head down.

Rainwater flowed down her forehead, forming a sparse curtain of water in front of her silver-white eyebrows.

Lucius was horrified to see that behind the curtain of water, two lion-like eyes gradually darkened with a layer of red in the shadows.

"You promise me to search for my younger sister," Aradia said, "In exchange, I will be your gladiatorial slave, and you can put shackles on me like a bound animal. I will serve you for life and win the championship of the gladiatorial games in your name."

She pointed to her abdomen.

Her wet belly was full of muscles. The wound from the shield fragments that had been hit had already healed, but due to the intense movement of pulling the horse just now, it flowed out blood again.

She showed him one by one the wounds that were still bleeding and the wounds that had once bled.

"This, and here, and this... these bloods are what I have bled for you. Every drop of blood is what I pay you to search for my younger sister.

"Now I have won the championship in your name and I have done everything you asked for."

The mother lioness said harshly, "And yet you tell me that we have to leave?!"

Lucius felt his head was blank and his whole body stiffened, as if the blood had frozen at this drink.

At this moment, he heard the voices in the rain becoming clearer and clearer, which was Anandiebub summoned the men who were ambushed in the ruins of the temple and were pursuing this way.

But those pursuers were nothing compared to the disaster that was close at hand.

She sneered, "Have you got nothing to argue about?"

The nimble tongue on weekdays was now as heavy as a piece of copper and stuck in the mouth, unable to move.

He saw disappointment in her yellow jade-like eyes.

He also saw that her sword-bearing hand had started to move.

Without hesitation, he said loudly, "I will not betray my promise!"

"I won't break my promise," he repeated, "and I won't abandon your sister. I promise! But now we really can't go back!

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"You're right, you, you have every reason to kill me! Just because I haven't been able to fulfill my promise yet! But I've been trying, for example, my friend, is still looking for news about your sister! Even if we leave, he won't go, he will stay in Niniwei, and when there is news, he can notify us!

"She said loudly, "Lies! I will kill you!"

"I didn't!"

He gasped, spitting out the water that flowed into his mouth.

"You can kill me, but if you kill me, it will only make things worse. Look at yourself. The brand on your little belly indicates that you are still a slave, and even if I die, it won't change. And if I die, you will become a runaway slave. Once you become a runaway slave, everyone in the empire who sees you will catch you and have the right to possess you--"

She laughed with a cold sword: "They also have to have that ability!"

He nodded repeatedly.

"You're right, everything is right. But if you spend all your time running for your life and hiding, and use your energy to beware of every person you see, how much time and energy do you have to find your sister?"

She glared at him viciously, and the snow-white and crystal-clear majestic peaks swayed endlessly in the heavy rain.

He raised his hands.

"I have no malice towards you, please believe me. We are on the same side. We are mutually beneficial and take what we need, whether you admit it or not, but the fact is, you need me."

She gritted her teeth and said, "I am no longer your slave."

"No, you are," he whispered, "I bought you from Anandibub, and by the laws of the empire, you are my slave. And you also said, 'Captured, no ransom, and no escape, become a slave. Our customs of the glaciers ...' "

He stopped talking because the sword was pressed against his neck.

But his answer, which was more courageous than she expected, was: "Even if you kill me, I won't agree."

Despite the fact that he was about to pee with fear, he still held his neck firmly under the sword.

"I bought you, paid with money and delivered you, with a contract as evidence. You are my slave. You can kill me or successfully escape and become a runaway slave. I have no power to stop you. Do as you please.

"But I will never release your status as a slave just because you put a sword to my neck. Forget it. I will stick to what I have decided, no matter what, even if it means death."

The sword edge pressed hard on his neck, cutting through the skin and leaving a little blood, quickly washed away by the rain.

His throat convulsed up and down.

"Contracts and promises are sacred, and I will never do anything that goes against them. Whether it's your status as a slave or my promise to help you find your sister, it's the same."

He stammered and waited nervously.

The cold sword slowly left his neck.

He breathed a sigh of relief and heard her ask coldly from above, "What do you say we should do?"

He had already been drenched and was shaking with cold, standing in the rain for half a day.

He said, "Go this way, we will still leave from the north gate, and then go to my hometown of Virginia."

As he spoke, he lifted Elira from behind the stone pillar and passed her to Ana da on the back of the horse.

Anada took the skinny Assyrian girl, hugged her, tied a rope around her waist and Elira's waist, pulled it tight to make sure she wouldn't fall off halfway, and tied a knot.

Lucius panted and climbed onto another war horse.

"Believe it or not, we are descendants of Conan the Barbarian, and the blood of an ancient kingdom flows in me."

Anada sneered, "Excuse me."

Lucius indignantly said, "Don't you believe me. Several thousand years ago, the Semirian people invaded Frigia, and after that, Semirian blood mixed into the Frigians. Barbarian Conan left countless illegitimate children in Frigia, and one of my ancestors was one of them."

"Then you really have a long face for the 'Ancient King'," said Aranta coldly, and then said no more.

Since he was a man who kept his promises, he must have helped me find my sister.

She thought, stroking the hilt of her sword.

Once I use this guy to find my sister, I'll beat him up, take my sister away to a faraway place in the Ice Sea, and return to my hometown.

Her mouth showed a hint of malicious smile.

In honor of the great Conan, I won't kill him, just give him two swollen eyes, and then break his right hand that touched all over my body.

The life is saved, although temporarily.

Lucius trembled as he gritted his teeth.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, ten years is not too late. Now you can be arrogant, but when I find your sister, I will have another chip, and then you will have to call the master humbly lying on the ground.

At this time, he found that the people of Arantea had surrounded him.

She also saw it.

'What do we do?' he asked nervously, 'We're surrounded again.'

She replied absentmindedly, 'Don't worry about it.'

Lucius had no idea about fighting, but she knew.

The enemy's ambush was originally a sure thing. But then it started raining, and their bowstrings got wet, so they couldn't shoot arrows.

Just this one thing would be enough to waste half of the enemy's fighting power.

Among the many enemies, besides Anandiyabu and his bodyguards riding horses, the rest were walking.

And the slave traders and their thugs were scared off by the previous fighting, and didn't dare to ride horses and fight, which means that the enemy now only has infantry, not cavalry.

On the other hand, they now have two horses.

Fight if you want to, leave if you want to. The victory is in my hands, and I'm already in an unbeatable position.

What else is there to worry about.

In the storm, the distant shouting of Anandiyabu was heard.

Anada noticed that Lucius's face suddenly changed, with a mix of hesitation and fear. She had never seen this expression on him, even when she had a sword pressed against his neck.

Curious, she asked, "What is he saying now?"

Lucius gave her a blank look and did not respond.

Just as Anada was becoming suspicious, she heard a weak voice from Illetia in her arms, "He's saying that they have a grudge against Lucius and only want his head. If we kill Lucius and surrender his head to them, they will grant us our freedom."