Roman Slave Owner

　　 "How many blacksmith slaves are needed?"

　　 Getta asked.

　　 "At least two hundred people."

　　 Li Wei said.

　　 Getta opened his mouth and didn't say anything. He was already mentally prepared for Li Wei's big-handedness.

　　 Li Wei originally planned to buy some weapons and equipment, but looking at the appearance of Roman weapons, it's really rubbish.

　　 At this time, he thought of a question. If the soldiers were all equipped with carburizing and heat-treated weapons, would it be too high-profile?

　　 If he is sure to keep the profits of sugar, then the magic weapon will definitely attract the interference of the Senate and the consul.

　　 In order to defeat Sura, they will definitely try their best to obtain the manufacturing methods of these weapons.

　　 Will Sura be the opponent of the Roman Legion equipped with magic weapons? Wasn't history changed by him?

　　 Li Wei felt a headache, and in this way, he set off a violent wind and waves.

　　 In order to maintain the advantage of its own prophet, it seems that this technology cannot be promoted on a large scale.

　　 "How much does the soldier's full set of equipment cost now?"

　　 Li Wei asked.

　　 "A soldier's full set of equipment costs a lot of money, if the quality is good, it costs at least 120 dinars."

　　 Getta said.

　　 "Then order 2,000 sets of full outfits for soldiers and deliver them as soon as possible."

　　 Li Wei said.

　　 "But we don't have enough money."

　　"..."

　　 Li Wei was depressed for a while. 2000 sets of equipment cost at least 240,000 dinars. His current money seems to be only tens of thousands.

　　 "Then order first, let them deliver in batches, and the money will be available soon."

　　 Li Wei said.

　　 "I see, Patriarch."

　　 Getta said.

　　 Annealing takes a lot of time, so Getta went to order first.

　　 Li Wei stayed here, and it turned out that the money came faster and went faster.

　　 I don't know how the sugar in Naples is selling. I should deliver some sugar there.

　　 In addition, it should be distributed in the major ports of Rome. His main sales target is still large merchants from abroad and other provinces.

　　The big merchants from other provinces and foreign countries are extremely in awe of the Romans, even if they know that sugar is a huge profit, they dare not take him anything.

　　 When the Romans reacted, he should have grown up by then.

　　 After dark, under the guidance of Li Wei, the slave finally completed a short weapon that had gone through the four major processes of normalizing, annealing, tempering, and quenching.

　　 Although there are many things that can be improved, it is quite good.

　　 Li Wei picked up the dagger, and then slashed hard at the dagger forged by Gikes.

"Ding!"

　　 There was a gap in that dagger. Li Wei's dagger also had a gap, but it was much smaller.

　　 Seeing this, Jikos opened his eyes in shock.

　　 "This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

　　 He thinks this sword is not easy, but how can it be so much stronger than his, you know he is a very famous swordsmith.

"Ha ha!"

　　 Li Wei sneered. Your sister, who is famous, is obviously a weak swordsman.

　　 He kept swinging his short sword, and slashed it several times before severing Gikes’ sword.

　　 Seeing his dagger being cut off piece by piece, Jikos felt that the whole world was about to collapse.

　　Is the weapon that I made so rubbish? Why is it so vulnerable!

　　 "Did you see it? This is the real sword! Of course, this sword is actually rubbish."

　　 Li Wei said lightly.

　　 Throwing this sword on the ground like trash after finishing talking, using a wrought iron to make a short sword is really too low.

　　噗!

　　 Giikes feels that he is about to vomit blood, master, are you sure you are hitting me?

　　 can easily cut off his short sword, and said that his sword is trash.

　　 But soon he came back to his senses, this is a secret skill for sword-making, and now he has mastered this secret skill.

　　 The master said that this is a short sword of rubbish. Does the master have a better way of forging a sword?

　　 So he looked at Li Wei's gaze changed, as if he was looking at Vulcan, the **** of blacksmithing.

　　 "Remember, this technique is not allowed to be spread without my permission, especially those blacksmiths."

　　 Li Wei said.

"I see."

　　 Giikes said.

　　 Li Wei thought for a long time and decided that this technique would only be known to two blacksmiths at most.

　　 High-quality iron can not only make swords, but also make guns and cannons. The formula of gunpowder is very simple and easy to crack.

　　 But if you want to cast guns, you need high-quality steel. Others who want to imitate guns can only imitate blasted guns, so who is their opponent.

　　 Li Wei suddenly discovered that the importance of this technology is even higher than that of gunpowder, and it must be raised to the highest level of confidentiality.

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　　 The next day, as the sky just turned bright, the three groups of soldiers escorted a cart of sugar on the road. In addition to Naples, Levi decided to open two new sales outlets in Cooma and Brindisi.

　　 In a two-story building, Li Wei was sitting on a chair. Silvia and Sibel were two female slaves. One helped him pinch his legs and the other helped him beat his back. Li Wei looked intoxicated.

　　The life of a slave owner is just one word, cool!

　　 Carus took a black leather whip and looked at the three hundred slaves before him indifferently.

　　 Behind him stood a group of gladiators who had become free slaves. These gladiators looked at the newcomers mockingly and kept pointing at them.

　　 Those slave gladiators all had big waists and were wearing only a big trousers. Their bronzed skin looked shiny under the sun, and the entire training ground was full of strong male hormones. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 Carus flicked his whip fiercely, and then said solemnly, "What's under you?"

　　 The dumbfounded faces of those slaves, isn't it the land?

"answer me!"

　　 Carus roared.

　　 "Land..."

　　 said a slave.

　　 The gladiator behind laughed, as if he had heard a joke.

　　 "Doll, come out and answer me!"

　　 Carus said.

　　 "Holy land! The land watered by blood and sweat! From here we gain glory and freedom."

　　 said a gladiator proudly.

　　 "You bunch of shit-like slaves can only become a good piece of iron with a lot of hard work. Listen carefully and learn well. You may be able to survive as a gladiator! You may even be free!"

Carus said, "You should feel lucky that you met the most benevolent master in Rome. As long as you can win ten victories after becoming gladiators, then you will become free slaves and members of the Livy family guard. One year. You can get 120 dinars and take care of your food and housing. After serving in your 40s, you will get real freedom. You can go where you want."

　　 Hearing this, the breathing of the slaves started to swift.

　　Freedom is the greatest luxury for a slave. As long as he wins ten victories, he can gain freedom. This is simply a good thing in the sky.

　　 And a salary of 120 dinars a year, which is hard to think of in many people's hometowns.

　　 Even many Romans cannot make so much money, let alone free slaves.

　　 Compared with tribal societies in many places, the prosperous Rome is like a paradise, and many people are willing to settle permanently in Rome.