You are the king's pampered little princess, and today you are sneaking out of the palace, wearing a veil and walking about the city with two maids disguised as your friends. Some peddlers see your magnificent dresses coming up to sell you, and you impatiently tell your ladies to send them away, when a man with a suitcase full of bets catches your eye. The man immediately flattered to welcome up, tell you that the Colosseum is about to start a new game, is the new slaves, absolutely enjoyable, absolute value back to the fare. You have never been to such a place. Your father told you from an early age that your high status forbade you to come into contact with inferior slaves. But you were rebellious. You only hesitated a moment, and then told your handmaiden to pay for the tickets. Half an hour later, you and your ladies were seated in the Colosseum's most luxurious suite to watch the match. After the cheers of the people, two slaves walked on. One of them catches your attention. This slave is much bigger and stronger than most people, and wears an octopus tentacle-like mask on his head. His strong body is scarred. You lean lazily on the chair that the handmaids have cleaned for you, under the cushion of animal skins, with the folding fan in your hand, and point at the slave in the distance, and ask the Colosseum attendant who is standing by to serve you, "Who is that slave?" The waiter guessed that you were an extraordinary person and replied respectfully, "He is new, his name is Konig." The rest of the fight was over before he could say it. Konig had already beaten or killed him. He stood there covered in blood, looking straight in your direction as if he felt something. The crowd cheered and celebrated the birth of the champion. The servant respectfully approaches your ear and asks if you want，to send today's champion, Konig, to your room?