I am reborn as a lord in Rome

"Venerable Young Master Wu Lai, I suggest you buy a few more slaves, no matter what you use that house for, you need slaves to clean it. After getting paid, Hola was very excited, but she was not so excited that she forgot her business, "You think, fourteen rooms, a yard two hundred cubits long and one hundred and fifty cubits wide, where can two or three people clean it, by the way, and the well in the backyard, if you don't prepare a skilled and strong slave, in the rainy season, the well will definitely be covered by the mud and sand washed down from the mountain......"

"You can shut up Hara, do you think that a citizen like me will still have a shortage of slaves at hand?" Woolley turned around and glanced at Hara, "However, if you have a young slave who doesn't lack arms and legs in the future, I can consider it."

Hara rolled her eyes and asked cautiously, "Venerable Young Master Woolley, if I can really get such a slave, how many will you need?" "

That depends on the price you offer, Hara, as far as I know, young slaves are often 'hitched'. Woolley said.

"Not necessarily, honorable Master Woolley, I have heard that a game has become popular among the nobles of Assyria, and I think you can almost understand what I mean, that will inevitably lead to an increase in the price of young slaves, honorable Master Woolley, do you think I am right?" asked Hola with a huff.

"A truly honorable citizen doesn't touch a slave, so you don't have to take it as good news. Woolley smiled slightly, and immediately waved goodbye to Hara, who was not in the mood for idle talk now.

With the contract in hand, Woolley's immediate priority was to make up the money he needed in a few days, but he already had an idea about it. So, after walking slowly for a short distance and making sure that Hora was gone and that no one else was aware of him, he turned and ran into the temple as fast as he could.

Since the advent of the noble senate in Assyria, the head of the realm called the "First Citizen," and the consuls, magistrates, tribunes, and treasurers, the power of the temple priests has been greatly reduced, so that the sixteen priests in the temple of Seneca have had to do things that their predecessors would never have wanted to do, such as acting as notaries of civil contracts to collect remuneration for the maintenance of the temple.

Such a thing was not dignified after all, but it was one of the few privileges reserved by the Senate and the First Citizens for the priests, so it was still a manifestation of status in a sense.

Although the temple of Seneca was the smallest temple in Assyria, it was by no means the lowest-paid temple in the last ten years, thanks to Mikoyan, the temple's current high priest, who, if Woolley were to describe it, would have said that Mikoyan was a good man, apart from tolerable greed and clever cunning, at least he was friendly to the poor and slaves, such as never taking money from the poor.

Generally speaking, Woolley has a very good impression of Mikoyan, on the one hand, because of Mikoyan's attitude towards the poor, and on the other hand, because Mikoyan is very good friends with Woolley's father, Simon Greendo, although Woolley does not know how the drunkard father "hooked up" with a high priest, but he guesses that the friendship between a money-greedy temple priest and an equally money-hungry miser must be based on interests, although on the surface, the two are somewhat sympathetic.

Soon, Woolley was led to Mikoyan by a junior priest.

In the high priest's room, Mikoyan, who was always unusually neat and dignified, sat on a wide chair, and asked with a smile on his face while waving off the lower priests: "Oh, Woolly Grindor, you remind me of your father again, and also of his kindness and generosity, then, Woolley Grindor, why did you come to me today?"

Woolley straightened his chest and a smile appeared on his face: " Your Excellency the High Priest, Woolley has taken the liberty of coming here for two things, first, to carry on the friendship of my father, Simon Glindo, with you, and to carry it forward......

" "Oh. Mikoyan interrupted Woolley with a smile, "Woolley, your words are interesting, but you are still a child, and you are not yet able to understand the true meaning of friendship, but I like the words you use, carry them forward, and they are not bad." "

Your Excellency High Priest, you underestimated my father's education of me, it doesn't matter, time will tell. Woolley's rejection by Mikoyan was expected, so instead of being discouraged, he quickly and firmly revealed the sapphire, "That's the second reason why I'm here." The

pale blue light emitted by the sapphire caught Mikoyan's gaze for the first time, and in his gaze, Woolley caught a hint of greed, and then, the smile on Woolley's face intensified.

"This ......," said Mikoyan, frowning, "Woollegrindo, as I said earlier, you are still a child, and this piece ...... This sapphire is undoubtedly more valuable.

This time, it was Woolley's turn to interrupt Mikoyan: "Your Excellency, Honorable High Priest, of course I know its value, this is a relic left to me by my father, and you must know my current situation, so I am here today to give this gem a good home."

Mikoyan was overjoyed, but his face remained silent, but nodded with a serious face: "Well, please go on." "

My father told me that the price of this sapphire is more than 10,000 silver coins, not only because of its size, texture, and luster, but also because of its prominence. "Wu Lai talked eloquently, if you want to sell things at a good price, packaging is very necessary, anyway, the king of the four directions, the time when the "Taizu" of the Assyrians and Hulits brandished his scepter was seven or eight hundred years ago, who can verify it.

Mikoyan really frowned, with his eyesight, he naturally saw the true value of this sapphire, but Woolley's words just now made him half-convinced, if an adult said this to him, Mikoyan would definitely be sneering, but the person who said this was Woolley, he was not only a child, but his father's ability to identify precious stones and other valuables was first-class, in addition to being stingy and greedy.

"Are you really a relic from your father?" asked Mikoyan, after a moment's hesitation.

"Of course, I swear in the name of the god Amun, it is true. The firmness on Woolley's face just appeared, and it was immediately replaced by a thick melancholy, "My father is a wise man, he has long foreseen what will happen to his son, Woolley Green, after he dies, so, he, he ...... this gem and his origin"

Woolley lowered his head with a sad face.

Mikoyan was stunned for a moment, then sighed, stood up and walked up to Woolley and patted him on the shoulder: "Woolley Greendo, you have to learn to be strong, this is not only what your father Simon Greendo expects from you, but also what Amun God is happy to see, well, if you are here to sell this gem, I believe I can help you."

"Your Excellency the High Priest. Woolley lifted his face and looked at Mikoyan, who was much taller than himself, "My father said on his deathbed that if I was in trouble, I would come to you with this gem, for you are the most upright, kind, and generous of Seneca City, and you like to collect these gems with a history." "

Oh, I see, I see. Mikoyan pondered for a moment and nodded, "Woolleygrindo, if this gem in your hand is sold to a gem merchant, it will cost at most six thousand silver coins, but these are not important, as long as it is, you should tell me your difficulties first." "

It turns out that this sapphire can buy at least 6,000 silver coins, which is really not bad. Wu Lai thought in his heart, continued to shake his head sadly, and said: "Your Excellency, Honorable High Priest, please forgive me for having to keep it a secret for the time being, but my father once said that this sapphire can be exchanged for five thousand silver coins and your protection from you, may I ask, is this true?"

"Of course it's true, Woolley Grindor, this is actually an agreement between your father and me, but you were too young at the time, so you didn't know, and I didn't take the initiative to mention it, can you be considerate, right?" A trace of excitement flashed in Miko's eyes, and the six thousand silver coins that he said had already been discounted slightly, but Woolley not only did not object, but also took the initiative to reduce the price of one thousand silver coins, how could there be any reason to be unhappy.

"Great. Woolley laughed, and then, Mikoyan laughed too.

After a while, Woolley had an extra money bag in his arms, which contained eighty-four gold coins, that is, after Woolley's high-profile price reduction, Mikoyan "generously" paid a little more—about forty silver coins.

And, of course, there is a promise of "asylum" that comes with it.

At noon, Woolley's bag of money was missing sixty gold coins—he went to the north of Seneca to settle the money with the original owner of the house, accompanied by a lower priest of the temple, and because of the presence of this junior priest, the payment process was unusually smooth, and the other party did not even ask a superfluous word except for a hint of curiosity about Woolley.

"We're going to get out of here by this time tomorrow. Said the owner of the house.

Woolley's gaze drifted over the white orchid of Buza, which represented the widowhood, on her shoulder, then smiled and nodded, turned to the lower priest who had accompanied him, and said, "Your Excellency, let's go." The

young priest bowed his head.

When the two walked out of the house and came to the fork in the road, Woolley quietly took out a gold coin from his money bag and held it in the palm of his hand, then stopped, smiled and asked, "Your Excellency, I am really annoying you today, I have to go back to Rindor Manor, let's separate here."

"Yes, may God bless you. The young priest nodded, smiled and held out his right hand, as custom was for a citizen like Woolley to shake hands with the priests.

The moment Woolley's right hand grasped the young priest's palm, the gold coin slid into the young priest's palm with a stream of warmth: "My father said that the priest is the messenger of the gods, and being close to the priest is equivalent to being close to the god, I am convinced of this, and I also hope that in the years to come, I can get more protection from the gods, and I am willing to work hard for this for the rest of my life." The

young priest was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Woolley with a little more appreciation in his eyes: "I have to say, there are not many good people who think like you now, citizen Woolley Green, in the future, you can call me by my name, Pompeii." "

Pompeii? Woolley smiled and nodded, withdrawing his hand, Pompeii's hand immediately retracted into his sleeve.

"Priest Pompeii, if High Priest Mikoyan asks him in a moment, tell him that Woolley Glyndo will come back another day. Woolley said, seeing Pompeii nodding, he waved his hand and turned around, and went in the direction of Glyndor Manor.

Pompey watched Woolley's back disappear around the corner of the outer wall of a mansion, his right hand gently slid out of his sleeve, then glanced at the gold coin in his palm, smiled slightly, and quickened his pace in the direction of the temple.