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The slave trader, noticing Night's interest, quickly seized the opportunity and spoke.

"Sir, if you are looking for the strongest warriors, we have them. They come at a higher price, but their strength and loyalty are worth every coin."

The descendants of Hercules can no longer reach or match the strength of their ancestor.

Moreover, they were born when Hercules was a human, so they did not have much divine blood in him.

They might only inherit a fraction of Zeus's strength.

But—while they couldn't compare to their ancestor, they were still stronger than other heroes.

Comparison depends on who you're comparing to…

Historically, at the Battle of Thermopylae, 300 Spartans fought against 300,000 Persians and killed over 20,000 of them.

Of course, they defended a narrow pass where one man could hold off a thousand.

But their physical capabilities were far beyond normal.

The historical numbers might be exaggerated, but in mythology, the 300 Spartans might indeed have had the strength of heroes.

This was even more incredible than the Trojan War.

The Trojan War, said to have gathered all the heroes of Greece, might not even have had 300 heroes.

(Hercules) Heracles, the strongest hero of Greece, who completed the Twelve Labors, yes—the strongest hero.

When it comes to the name of the strongest Greek hero, some people may not agree if you mention any of the other heroes, but most people will agree that Hercules is the one.

The "Twelve Labors" and the legend of him ascending to Olympus as a god of strength, who in the Greek world doesn't know him!

His legend even influenced other mythologies, creating undefeated gods like Bahram, the invincible war god of Zoroastrianism.

The hero of heroes, his descendants could also become heroes, which makes sense, right?!

Even if a king's offspring can't become kings, they are still much stronger than ordinary people, born with the right to compete for the throne.

This is the rich heritage left by their ancestors.

Night: "Do you have any Spartans?"

He remembered that Sparta hadn't fallen in this era yet.

When future Caesar's assassination led to another civil war in Rome,

Sparta was under Brutus's control.

He declared support for Caesar's adopted son, Octavian, and his partner, Mark Antony.

Octavian's victory made him Rome's first true emperor (Caesar was called a dictator but never ruled as an emperor), earning the title Augustus Caesar.

Afterward, Octavian valued Sparta highly, even visiting and dining in their city-state, granting a Spartan the name Gaius Julius and Roman citizenship.

The sacred Julius family name wasn't just for anyone, especially with the addition of 'Gaius' and the honor of Roman citizenship, equating to the name of Caesar.

The Social War was fought long and hard for citizenship rights, showing Octavian's regard for Spartans.

Although later Spartan rulers lost Octavian's favor due to political mistakes, they faded into obscurity.

After that, they never appeared on the historical stage again, and remained unknown until they became the most dazzling star in the Spartan historical mythology.

It was the legend of the Battle of Thermopylae, and the appearance of Leonidas, the Spartan king, who led the 300 Spartan warriors, that made the Spartans shine again in history.

Only then did people realize how excellent the Spartans' fighting capabilities were, to the point of being terrifying, but almost all of them died in that battle.

Even now, people knew Spartan warriors were powerful, but had no clear concept, so Spartans were rare but not overly expensive.

Many slave traders and nobles still had some in stock.

Hearing Night's inquiry, the slave trader quickly responded, "Yes...! But very few.

I have three Spartan warriors, but they are still untrained… this—"

The slave trader hesitated, stuttering.

Even if he wanted to make a profit, he had his professional integrity, or who would buy slaves from him in the future?

Selling untrained slaves was madness.

But Night's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "No problem... Take me to see them.

If they're suitable, price isn't an issue; I can pay more."

"What?!" The slave trader was stunned.

Did this Patron not hear clearly, or Did he not understand?

Those three Spartans were untrained.

If they suddenly went berserk and killed someone, that would be...

But Night's statement, "I can pay more," immediately tempted the slave trader.

"Alright... alright. If you're willing to pay extra, we can expedite the training process. We'll ensure they are fully tamed and become your most loyal dogs within a week."

"No. I Think You Didn't Understand My Meaning."

"I want to take them with me today, as long as they meet my criteria.

The training issue is none of your concern." Night's words left the slave trader stunned and anxious.

Was this person not afraid—of death?!!

He looked at Night's noble, handsome, and strong figure.

Although he appeared muscular, such nobles usually stayed in the rear if they ever went to the battlefield—

Facing the fierce Spartans would be like sending a lamb to the slaughter.

Escaping slaves was one thing, but if they turned and killed him, he would lose his life.

However, the slave trader didn't know the truth.

Unlike his idea of making the slaves completely submissive, Night needed the Spartans' wildness and combativeness.

He didn't fear strong subordinates; as long as they were treated well and he had the strength to suppress them, these Spartans would be his sharpest weapons.

If they lost their edge, could they still exhibit their ferocious strength on the battlefield?

Night seriously doubted it.

But there were things he needed to confirm, and he didn't necessarily require Spartans.

Under Night's firm demands and monetary persuasion—the previously rational slave trader succumbed to greed and ignored his reckless behavior.

He led Night through several turns into a small alley where iron cages held three burly men.

Their arm girth alone was a full inch thicker than the slave warriors Night had seen before, and his eyes lit up at first sight.

Perfect, these were the robust and capable warriors he needed!!

At least in terms of appearance, they passed perfectly.

The next step was the most crucial.

Night extended his powerful perception towards the Spartans.

When he sensed their life force burning like torches, he actively drew upon a trace of Apollo's blessing (divine power) for special detection.

Suddenly—he felt a faint trace of divine power deep within the Spartans' bloodline.

No, calling it a trace was an overstatement; it was smaller than any measurable unit.

Compared to the blessing of Apollo within Night, it was incredibly weak, an almost insignificant divine spark.

It didn't even qualify as divinity—but it was enough to astonish Night.

He hadn't expected Apollo's blessing to function as a detector.

During his resonance with the light of the statue in the square, he had an inkling.

But he didn't imagine it would work so well!