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0057 also has an inner ring road?
They're still borrowing money!
Lipo didn't know what had triggered Cicero's behavior, but after returning from Marcus Guilliman's villa, he went on a mad spree of gambling, indulging in lust, pleasure, and alcoholism.
That afternoon after the interview, he spent five thousand dinars that he didn't know where they came from.
Later, when he ran out of money, he borrowed money from Lipo little by little, and the amount kept getting bigger and bigger... Lipo was no longer willing to lend Cicero.
Of course, this wasn't because he was worried about Cicero; it was simply because Lipo assessed that Cicero's ability to repay his debts was almost at its limit, and lending him more money would be a pure loss.
Seeing Lipo's gaze, Cicero knew it was hopeless. His fingers trembled slightly as he took out a Lajo cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and put it in his mouth.
These cigarettes are rolled from a plant called rajo leaves. They have a stronger anesthetic and sedative effect than traditional cigarettes, are more addictive, and can cause blindness if smoked in large quantities.
Cicero used to dislike this stuff, as it brought him a sense of calm rather than pleasure, but now he's become somewhat fascinated by it.
At least for a brief moment, as the cigarette calmed his nerves, he could forget the monstrous child's words, stop being tormented by them, relax his mind, and briefly escape from the deep emptiness in his heart.
"I told you long ago not to mess with Zhou Yun." The cigarette in his hand burned slowly, and his somewhat dazed eyes looked at Quintas.
Quintas was still looking drowsy, and Cicero knew without even thinking that it was Zhou Yun who had done it.
Sometimes Cicero felt that Zhou Yun had been quite kind to him, at least he hadn't ended up like Tour.
"*Macurag swear words*" Quintas cursed repeatedly, head down.
"He is very likely the servant of the god of magic in the ancient Makulag texts, the successor of the king of magic, that is, the so-called supreme eagle in the words of archaeologists, the two-headed bird-headed god among the gods of Tarasa, the possible ether god in the words of the Broken Lighthouse, and the eagle crystal flip-dove in the words of the Flying Spaghetti Monster."
Libo exhaled and said:
"It's impossible to get rid of him without leaving a trace, and it would be futile to deal with him alone—Cicero is in no condition to be Connor's adopted son's teacher now."
As he spoke, Lipo glanced at Cicero, who was smoking.
Upon hearing the words "Connor's adopted son," Cicero visibly trembled, as if he were terrified.
Quintas showed a disdainful expression; Cicero had actually been frightened to this extent by a six or seven-year-old child.
"Moreover, according to Cicero, the child does not agree with the ideas of us, the first-crying gods."
"Quentas, the elders have decided that we will help you become Connor's successor."
At this point, Lippo paused:
"Just as you initially hoped, we will send Connor's adopted son and that Zhou Yun to their deaths."
Upon hearing this, Quintas slightly roused himself from his drowsy state.
"Our people have already gone to Illyria, and they will bring back a band of Illyrian barbarians who will infiltrate the city of Macurag."
"The Connor Manor is heavily guarded, so the only way to attack is through your father's house. The Illyram barbarians will sneak into your house while your adopted son is attending classes there, kill him... and Zhou Yun as well."
"You need to be prepared to cooperate. After it's done, according to the political customs of Macurag, Connor should choose one of you or your brothers to adopt and inherit his political legacy. We hope that will be you."
After listening, Quintus' drowsiness had mostly dissipated, and he grinned.
"I am a hundred times stronger than my brothers, and a hundred times stronger than that weak six-year-old boy Robert Guilliman. Connor will definitely choose me."
When Zhou Yun woke up from the drug Nuseri, he was already in the underground cave beneath the arena.
The faint sound of snoring could be heard in the quiet air; most of the gladiators had already huddled together and fallen asleep.
Just as Zhou Yun had previously discovered, the anesthetic was essentially a kind of nanorobot powered by subspace, and since psionicists already had psionic energy flowing through their bodies, its effect on them naturally became stronger.
This may also be one of the reasons why the anesthetic could repeatedly knock out Angron. The Primarch is a fusion of Imperial bio-alchemy and warp source matter, making him both a living being of the material universe and a warp being that walks among humans.
As the white-scarred shaman Yesugei later said: All Primarchs are warp beings, and just as blood flows in the veins of mortals, ether also flows in the veins of all Primarchs.
But this still cannot explain why Angron was repeatedly paralyzed. Even if the warp portion is removed, the Primarch is still an Imperial creation, flowing with the genetic sequences of the Imperial and Ildar, and possessing a body designed with the utmost ingenuity.
Their immune systems alone can protect them from almost all the toxins in the world.
"Zhou Yun." Just then, a pair of long, slender hands covered in calluses gently patted Zhou Yun's shoulder. "Are you awake?"
Zhou Yun looked up and saw Kleist standing beside him.
Kleist gestured for Zhou Yun to be quiet and follow him.
Zhou Yun nodded and followed Kleist through the assembled gladiators, heading deeper into the crypt.
In a corner of the cave against the wall, Angron and Onomamus were waiting for Kleist and Zhou Yun.
"And there's the inner ring road," Zhou Yun said to the two with a smile.
"Yes, this is our little gang," Kleist said softly with a grin.
"The matter was accomplished in secrecy, and I cannot waste the opportunity and intelligence that so many brothers sacrificed themselves for."
Onomamus gestured for Zhou Yun to move closer:
"But both Anglon and Kleist consider you reliable and believe your abilities are indispensable."
"You want to escape the arena?" Zhou Yun sat down next to Angron and asked the three of them.
"Yes." Angron nodded, his voice deep and somber. "Onomamus believes we can escape."
Is it because... Onomamus believes it?
Zhou Yun caught the details in Anglong's words.
He suddenly realized that Angron had only spent a very short period of his life outside the arena, and the rest of his time was spent in this arena, which was his whole world.
If it weren't for Onomamus's guidance and the bonds with his gladiator brothers, it's hard to imagine what Angron would have become.
Although it was only a brief encounter, Zhou Yun had already learned one thing from Guilliman and Anglon.
The Primarch was more like a god than people imagined, and also more like a human being than people imagined.
Childhood experiences and external environment can indeed shape the Primitive and change the Emperor's initial settings for the Primitive.
"How are you going to deal with those worm eyes? How are you going to deal with the anesthetic they shoot out?"