After getting a general idea of this young master's preferences, Todd would cater to them by selecting some difficult but extremely flashy moves from his past movies and games and using them in battle.
At these times, Fioch would always stop what he was doing with great joy and repeatedly ask Todd to repeat the fighting moves he had just made until he had memorized them.
After finishing his day's work, when the sun sets and the other gladiators have returned to their lodgings, Todd would sneak out and infiltrate the second basement level to begin searching for the secret passage Ackerman had mentioned.
With the superpowers of night vision and X-ray vision, finding the secret passage didn't take much effort.
Inside the junkyard, there was a sewer. The iron fence at the entrance was rusted and corroded from years of neglect. With a gentle lift, the fence could be moved aside, revealing a pipe just wide enough for one person to crawl through. Presumably, this was the path Old Earl used to escape the arena.
After confirming the escape route, Todd began to think about how to safely lead Boyle's people out of the arena.
One evening, just as he was secretly plotting his escape, Ackerman and Kasper suddenly showed up at his door.
"Lord Boyle, we have some matters we would like to discuss with you."
Looking at Ackerman, who was standing at the door stammering, Todd had a bad feeling.
"You haven't gotten into trouble with another hot-tempered woman, have you?"
Ackerman quickly waved his hand with a smile: "That's right. After seeing our fight with Parly and Parney, some friends came to us hoping to learn how to perform combat."
Kasper's face turned ashen, like a pig's liver. He tried to say something, but after opening his mouth for a while, he ultimately remained silent.
Todd stood up, looked at the anxious Ackerman, and asked in confusion, "How did they know about the combat performance?"
“Our performance as a group of four might be enough to fool the audience. But there are quite a few experienced gladiators who can spot the tricks by observing the position of the arrows and the force of the attacks.” Ackerman scratched his head. “They came to us, asking what happened. We originally wanted to keep it a secret…”
"It's all because of your big mouth..." Casper growled indignantly.
Ackerman looked even more reserved, and said with his head down, "They kept asking for the truth about the artificial blood and flint, and we couldn't hold them back any longer, so we had no choice but to bring them to see you."
Todd waved his hand dismissively and said, "Learning combat performance isn't a big deal. At most, I'll have to work a little harder and teach a few more people. By the way, how many people exactly?"
Sweat slowly trickled down Ackerman's forehead. Trembling, he held up three fingers and stammered, "Not many, just a few people."
"Three people?" Todd asked suspiciously, looking at the three fingers the other person was holding up.
Ackerman forced a smile and said, "A little more."
Thirty people?!
"Just a little more..."
Losing patience, Todd shoved aside the two people blocking the doorway and, using the last rays of the setting sun, looked down at the plaza below his residence.
Everywhere you look, there are people!
The gladiators, densely packed below the terrace, cheered in unison upon seeing Todd's appearance: "The Red Champion!"
Among them were people from the North Island, barbarians, and plains people; their combined numbers numbered several hundred.
Todd stiffly turned around, looked at the embarrassed Ackerman, and muttered helplessly, "You bastard..."
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