Noble Women and Young Caesar

Though extremely faint, the three Spartans did have a hint of divinity.

Could it be true that Spartans were descendants of Heracles?

This revelation shook Night to his core.

And it also confirmed that the three warriors before him were genuine Spartans; the slave trader had not deceived him.

From there, things were straightforward.

Night immediately chose to purchase the three slaves.

Seeing someone actually wanting to buy them, the Spartans lifted their heads and glared at Night with a mix of hostility and disdain.

They were puzzled as well; given their oath to resist to the death, who would dare to buy them?

Spartans would never serve a weakling!

They would rather die than be slaves to the weak!

"If you want to leave here, don't resist...

I know you don't respect me now.

But you don't want to stay in cages forever, do you?" Night suddenly addressed the three slaves.

His words caused the Spartans to fall silent, their bodies tensing up.

Night's words hit their weak spot.

Night: "I'll take these three Spartans.

And I want to select some Thracians and Italian warriors as well."

The slave trader immediately responded, "As long as you have the money, everything is negotiable... hehehe, esteemed patron...

Spartans, twenty Oris (gold coins) each, Thracian warriors, fifteen Oris each, and Italian warriors, ten Oris each. What do you say?"

So Expensive?

Night frowned.

Ten Oris for one warrior meant a hundred Oris for ten.

That's enough to feed a Roman family for several years.

Not to mention the price jump for Thracians, and the Spartans costing twice as much.

He had seen the price tags on those slaves earlier; even beautiful female slaves didn't cost this much.

High-quality warriors indeed commanded high prices.

Although Night had plenty of money from the dead slave owner, he was reluctant to spend so much on these dirty traders.

If this wasn't the capital of Rome, he would have considered simply taking what he wanted by force.

After all, robbing slave traders wouldn't bother his conscience at all.

Seeing Night frown, the slave trader's heart skipped a beat, but he forced a smile and said, "This is the going rate, I'm not cheating you...

If you find it too expensive, you can buy twenty Italian warriors at once, and I'll throw in a pretty little female slave for free.

I assure you, she's untouched.

She's young now, but if you wait until she grows up, she could easily fetch twenty-five Oris."

The slave trader didn't doubt Night's ability to pay, as his demeanor and appearance were very misleading.

However—

Although Night wanted Italian warriors, but he also wanted Spartans and Thracians.

Trying to sell him a supposedly 25-Oris young slave, did he think he was easy to fool?

On his way here, Night had seen the price tags on those slaves; even the most beautiful blonde girls, looking like swan princesses, didn't exceed twenty Oris.

Twenty-five Oris?

She'd have to be as stunning as a nymph!

Though he was reluctant to spend this much money, Night still let the slave trader show him the options.

His calm and assured demeanor reassured the trader, who now believed Night was truly wealthy.

The slave trader became more enthusiastic, showing him around several stalls.

Night picked four Italian warriors and six Thracian warriors.

Including the Spartans, that made thirteen slave warriors.

Then, he selected a pair of beautiful sisters to take care of his daily needs.

Upon inquiring, Night learned that the trader had a batch of special slaves skilled in various crafts and professions.

He purchased several knowledgeable in craftsmanship and agriculture.

After all, he would soon settle in the capital of Rome, and the money taken from the slave owner would allow him to buy an estate.

The estate's land could be used to grow vegetables, fruits, and crops, which required laborers.

Once his basic needs were met, he could focus on the next simulation in the simulated universe.

However, while he was selecting slaves, Night sensed a hint of killing intent in a slightly open area.

This intent wasn't directed at him, but it seemed someone was lurking with hatred and murderous intent...

Night didn't pause, but he became slightly more cautious.

'—Hope I don't get dragged into any trouble.'

Although he now had the favor of the Julius family, securing a free citizen status in Rome shouldn't be an issue.

But as a newcomer, he didn't want to stir up trouble just yet...

Wel....Sometimes, fate has its own plans.

From the market entrance where Night first arrived, a noblewoman and a young boy appeared, accompanied by several guards.

The noblewoman had golden hair tied up like ripe wheat, and her fair skin glistened like crystal droplets in the sunlight.

Her figure was voluptuous and well-proportioned, with a hint of a delicate beauty that wasn't contradictory.

Her graceful, curvaceous figure drew the eyes of the surrounding slaves.

The slave trader quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly.

The noblewoman whispered to the boy beside her, who was about ten years old.

Although their conversation was distant, it was easy for Night to overhear with his enhanced senses.

"Listen, Caesar, to become a remarkable man, knowledge and capability aren't enough.

You need to cultivate courage...

You've completed your studies, and in a few years, you'll be fifteen and become a man.

Men of the Julius family must excel beyond others.

You've never disappointed your mother.

I trust this time will be no different—!!"

"Today, we will choose a common slave for you to test your skills and see blood."

"Your uncle Lucius saw blood before he was twelve, personally killing a strong adult slave.

His extraordinary courage and strength are part of why he is now so exceptional, able to become a consul and invincible on the battlefield."

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