I am reborn as a lord in Rome

Mikoyan's introduction of paper sales at Seneca Temple was a bit of a surprise to Woolley, because Mikoyan, in addition to raising the price of each paper coin by half a silver coin, also set a limit of selling only eighty percent of the paper mill's output per day, and each person who bought it could only buy two sheets per day.

He's quite capable. Woolley said with a smile in his heart.

Half a month later, the daily output of the paper mill reached sixty, and Mikoyan's daily income exceeded sixty, and just as he was happily counting the silver coins and looking forward to the future, the guard slaves that Woolley had been waiting for for a long time in the White Stone Building also arrived.

It was Pompeii who sent the guard slaves to the White Stone Tower, and after seeing him off, Woolley turned around and walked into the parlor, and immediately asked Gauguin to call the four guard slaves in.

The first guard slave to walk in was a muscular middle-aged man with two ugly scars on his forehead.

"What's your name, how old are you?" asked Woolley with a straight face.

The middle-aged man respectfully bowed on one knee: "Master, my name is Ma Long, thirty-five years old." "

You turned out to be a gladiator?" asked Woolley again.

"Yes, master, my gladiator career ended in Jacques City, and before that I had been to many places, but I had been in Jacques City for the longest time, almost four years, and I had been a manor guard before I came here. Malone replied.

"I've put a lot of thought into getting you to come to me, so you have to pledge your absolute loyalty to me. Woolley said.

"I can assure you, host. Malone replied.

"Tell me, why did your gladiator career come to an end?" asked Woolley.

"Because I was defeated by the Twin Sword Fighter Highkru, master. Malone lowered his head.

"Highkru, the gladiator who was born in Assyria and is known as an invincible gladiator?"

"That's him, master. Malone replied.

"Well, that's all for today's conversation, and I'll ask you a question at the end, which of the three other people you're going to have a better opinion of?" Woolley asked.

Malone quickly gave the answer - black tile.

So, Heiwa walked into the parlor for the second time, he had just turned twenty years old, he had the same strong muscles as Ma Long, and at the same time, he was also a student of Ma Long.

The third person who walked in front of Woolley was a tall and thin man, in his early twenties, with delicate features like a woman, his eyes with a hint of melancholy in firmness, and when he looked at Woolley, a trace of disdain suddenly flashed.

"Your name. Woolley frowned.

"Yanobuni. The tall and thin man replied.

"Bunny, it's a surname, you're just a slave, how can you be qualified to use a surname, and still mention it in front of your master!" said Gao Da Da behind Woolley.

Yanobuni glanced at Gauguin, but did not say a word.

"Arno, kneel down and salute me. Woolly said coldly.

"I'm a gladiator, and I'm worth more than the three of them combined. Yanobuni looked into Woolley's eyes with a hint of pride, "I can call you a master, and I can serve you, but I refuse to kneel because I am a Hurlet, and I was born in the lintel of the nobility......

" "Shut up!" Woolley's voice suddenly became unusually calm, " In my eyes, you are a slave, even if you are worth more than the three of them, even if your fighting skills are good enough to bring them all down, until you show me your loyalty and meekness, you, Arno, are a stupid slave who does not even deserve to bring me a basin of footwater. "

How dare you insult a Hurlit nobleman with such vicious words?" Yanobuni's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, "Even my previous master treated me with great courtesy, and you dare to humiliate ......

" "Shut up, it seems that you have really forgotten your identity." Woolley stood up, a hint of banter on his lips, "You want to do it to me, kill me, do you dare?"

"But I don't do anything to the kids, you can't keep me here, send me back, that's good for you and me."

"Looks like you really don't like coming here. Woolley took two steps forward amid Gauguin's stopping, and said, "I don't want to see you again, but by the way, I'll warn you that you're weak."

Yanobuni frowned.

Immediately afterward, his gaze caught the sudden glow in Woolley's eyes.

"Kara" - before he fell in pain, he heard this sound from his knee.

"I'm so sorry, I know you're surprised, and I'm sorry for your sudden disability, slave. Woolley took two steps back, sat back in his chair, turned to Gauguin, and said, "Give him back to Mikoyan, and tell him that I am not satisfied with this slave, and if he cannot find a replacement, return the money to me."

""Good hosts. Gauguin nodded hurriedly.

"Drag it out, and call the next one in. Woolley waved his hand impatiently, "I don't like to do it, really, it would seem rude."

When he heard this, Yanobuni clutched his right foot, which had been pierced from the calf bone, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and his eyes flashed with resentment.

A moment later, a fourth guard slave walked in, his name was Gudun.

......

None of the three new guards dared to be disrespectful to him, for they had learned Woolley's cruelty through the tragedy of Yanobuni, and had also given rise to the suspicion that there must be a master hidden in this mansion. The reason for this thought is that the self-proclaimed Yanobuni did not and did not have time to confide in the process of the injury.

But just as they were a little uneasy about this, Woolley's reward was handed over to them by Hippo—new clothes, boots, armor, and weapons.

"The master said that he allowed you to wear these at all times, because you are worthy of trust. Hibo smiled and said, "The master also said that you are welcome in the White Stone Building. The

three of them looked at each other, and immediately took the clothes and weapons solemnly, in the Assyrian territory, only the most trusted guards could wear blades at all times.

As soon as Hippo left, Nepton appeared in front of the three of them with a straight face: "Rest in place for a while, and Hippo will add the master's emblem to you later."

The three of them nodded at the same time.

In the afternoon, the three Marlons, who had just tattooed their emblems, were even more surprised - Gauguin told them that the host was going to have dinner with them.

There is a reason for the surprise, because both Ma Long, Heiwa, and Gudun know that slaves are allowed to have dinner with their masters only if they meet certain conditions, such as having made meritorious contributions for their masters, or before going to do something for their masters.

"It must be so. When Heiwa said this, both Ma Long and Gu Dun understood what he meant.

But when the three of them sat down at the table with some trepidation, they found themselves wrong, for in addition to the three of them were dined with their master, Woolley, the slave girl named Hippo and his son Shea, and seeing that Hippo and Shee were so calm, they must have been accustomed to this way of dining.

"Eat. Woolley saw the turmoil in the hearts of the three of them, so he added, "I like to have someone with me during the meal, so that my appetite will be better." "

Thank you, host, for the gift. The three of them said in unison.

Wu Lai nodded, and raised the object in his right hand: "You'd better get used to this, this is called chopsticks, it's good for you to use it flexibly, at least you don't have to endure the greasy between your fingers, in addition, your chopsticks can only be used for your own dinner plates, I'm a hygienic person." "

Yes, master. The three of them replied in unison.

"The food on the table was all-you-can-eat, but wine was not included. Woolley's gaze swept over the three of them one by one, "I plan to buy twelve more young slaves in the next two days, eight of whom will become your subordinates and students, and I hope that you can create a decent guard for me."

Heiwa and Gudun nodded hurriedly, Ma Long hesitated for a moment, and asked, "May I ask the master, do you need them to participate in the war?"

"No, it's just for the family." Wu Lai laughed and said, "Although I am an independent nobleman, I am still underage, so I don't need to be enlisted in the war yet."

While Woolley was eating and chatting with Malone and the others, Mikoyan was covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and looked at Jacobuni, who was sitting by the pillars of the temple, with a look of disgust.

"Your Excellency the Merciful High Priest, send me back to Assyria, and my former master will surely pay you well, I promise. Jacobuni begged.

"You're already like this, will your former master still value you?" rebuked Mikoyan, "you have cost me a lot of gold coins, you fool, that's a lot of money." "

High Priest, I promise to repay you in double amount, and if you will show mercy again and return me to the territory of Hoolet, I will give you twenty times my reward. Jacquebuni said.

"Twenty times? Mikoyan sneered, "But do you think I, a high priest of Assyria, would do a foolish thing of collusion with my old enemy?

Jacobuni speaks.

"Break his other leg and sell Seneca City-State as you like. As Mikoyan left, he commanded the two temple servants standing aside.

Jacquebney's pupils constricted.

The next day, Woolley stepped into the slave market with the first rays of the morning sun. At noon, three slave traders sent twelve slaves to the White Stone Building, and Gauguin was ordered to pick out four of them, and then sent the remaining eight to the paper mill along with Marlon.

After lunch, the four slaves left behind were called into Woolley's fitness room, and when they entered the room, the first thing that caught their eye was a stern-looking Woolley and the huge black plank behind him.

"The rules of the White Stone Building, presumably Gauguin's butler has already said it clearly enough, and I will not repeat it here. "I have called you here because I think you are fit to be my assistants, and to accomplish with me a great undertaking which is the revelation of God, and which is the best way for you to be free, and I promise that I will grant you freedom when your ability to work is fully in line with the requirements of this undertaking and when you have worked earnestly for a certain number of years, which is not long, ten years, and now, you tell me, will you accept my promise

?" "Yes!" The four young slaves shouted excitedly.

"Very good!" Woolley nodded, "just sit on the floor, and now, start listening." The

four young slaves hurriedly sat down on the ground.

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