Huh? Are they all real?

Julius No. 23 (6k)

The man did not let Moon take off his collar, but took Moon to every corner of Capua.

The first place they went to was the rich area, because the man following Moon was obviously a very high-level slave, so the guards did not even check and let Moon and the man walk in.

Looking at the white marble buildings on both sides, Moon asked the man behind him:

"I haven't asked your name yet."

"Names are not important to slaves, master."

"But I don't think you are a slave."

"But Rome thinks I am a slave."

Moen couldn't help but glance at the man, and the man stopped immediately.

"Does Rome think you are a slave?"

After nodding and saying this, Moon took him forward:

"What do you want me to see?"

"Everything here, master."

Moen turned around and looked in the direction of his finger.

What he saw was a large group of bright and beautiful people. Obviously, they were all the upper class of Capua, and behind them, there were basically a few slaves following more or less.

There are strong male slaves who act as porters, and female slaves who serve as maids.

"There are no so-called maids or attendants in Rome. These jobs are handed over to more capable slaves."

"Among these slaves, a fairly complete promotion mechanism has been established. Inferior slaves who can only do odd jobs can be promoted to lower-level slaves who can do some delicate work and live in the house."

"There are also these middle-level slaves who can follow their masters and serve them. They can eat better and are closer to their masters."

"And if they go one step further, they will be upper-level slaves like me. Basically, they have very unique features, and their food, clothing, and travel even exceed many good merchants."

"But Yes, it is impossible for us upper-level slaves to regain our freedom and become legal Roman citizens. Unless they are female slaves who are only prepared for sex. "

"But I rarely hear of sex slaves becoming free people or even noble ladies."

"Or, I rarely hear of slaves becoming Roman citizens."

As Moon listened in silence, the man pointed to the people in bright and beautiful clothes and said:

"The nobles only regard slaves as part of their many properties."

Moen's eyes moved away from the man because he heard other movements.

On the street to his left, a large number of slaves lined up silently under the supervision of the guards.

And on the second floor above them, there was a slave owner holding a wine glass.

As he called out each name, a slave stood up in response.

When he finished calling out the names, one-third of the slaves were picked out by him.

Moen couldn't see any emotions on the faces of these slaves, because they were all the same, as if they were dead.

Then, several daggers were thrown in front of the slaves by the guards.

The slave owner looked at the people who were attracted because of him with satisfaction.

Immediately, he threw the wine glass in his hand out of the window.

When the valuable Farol glass broke, the slaves rushed to the daggers on the ground.

There was no need to announce the rules, because this kind of thing obviously lasted for a long time, which could be seen from the ground soaked in blood.

Then, the slaves who grabbed the daggers rushed to stab their companions beside them.

And the slaves who didn't grab the daggers didn't intend to wait for death. They started to fight back with their teeth, bodies, and fists.

But after all, they were a group of slaves who didn't know how to fight, so soon, only the few who grabbed the daggers at the beginning were left among the dozen or so slaves.

Looking at the few sword-holding slaves who finally revealed a little fear in numbness.

The crowd and the slave owners upstairs applauded in admiration.

They enjoyed another wonderful drama. As for the death of the slaves?

What kind of loss is that? These slaves are not even worth as much as the broken cup!

The man's voice sounded again:

"Wealth that can be freely disposed of and squandered."

"Okay, master, please come with me to the next place."

The man was a little worried that his new master would do something, but fortunately, he just stopped and watched for a while and then followed him out of the rich area.

Following them, there was also a corpse transporter dripping with blood and even meat. It was loaded with slaves who had just died.

The only reaction of the passers-by around was to cover their noses.

Because the blood mixed with the body odor of the slaves was too unpleasant.

As for other reactions, there were none.

No one cared about the lives of slaves in Rome.

The next place the man took Moon to was the civilian area.

The number of slaves here increased instead of decreasing compared to the rich area!

According to Moon's rough estimate, only about one in three people was a free man without a collar.

"Do you think there are too many slaves? But this is normal. Slaves are the most indispensable cornerstone of the huge Roman Empire."

"They are not only property for trading, but also universal resources that can be used in various aspects."

"Women who wash clothes, coolies who carry heavy objects, farmers who harvest rice, etc., are all slaves' jobs."

"And slaves are not just useful for this. Think about it, master. Do you want someone who is willing to work hard and know the importance of things to take care of your newborn baby day and night?"

"Do you want a flesh and blood machine that can do anything for you as long as you are given some food?"

"Do you want to be like those upper-class people, with someone to serve you when you are tired or thirsty?"

"Then you must need a slave, a cheap and useful slave!"

The man standing next to Moon said quietly:

"The Roman civilians also need slaves, because they are their hands and feet."

The noise sounded in Moon's ears again.

As Moon's eyes swept away.

A very young slave, or a child who has not yet lost his childishness.

He was twisted by the tall and strong man like a chicken and thrown out of the house.

He rolled all the way to the middle of the street while rolling and avoiding the crowd.

But the strong man obviously did not intend to stop there. He walked forward quickly with a curse.

He grabbed the child's hair.

Only then did people see that the young slave's forehead was covered in blood.

Apparently, he was beaten badly before being thrown out.

"How dare you fall asleep while working? A whole jar of flour is ruined!"

"That's the amount of flour in my store for one or even two days!"

"I can't believe I let you live in the house and give you thick walls to keep out the wind and rain!"

In the rage of the strong man, a fist that was almost half the size of the slave's face smashed into his face crazily.

Unlike the slaves he had seen before, the boy did not endure everything without saying a word. He wanted to speak:

"No, Master, I was just helping you clean the stove last night."

But the man became more and more angry.

"Shut up, no matter what, that's not a reason for you to fall asleep! Do you know how many of you can buy with that jar of flour?"

How could the master be wrong?

How could the slave be right?

The boy was beaten black and blue, and his speech was unclear.

Until he turned his head in the hands of the strong man, dying.

The strong man threw it on the ground in great bad luck.

Wiping the blood off his hands with disgust, he took off his apron to bandage his bleeding fist, and shouted to the people around him:

"Who wants this unlucky thing? Not much, two coins, no, one copper coin will do!"

Some people came forward and first pried open the child's teeth to check his specific age.

Then they reached directly into his pants to see if the other party was castrated.

But soon, the people who came forward looked at the dying boy and shook their heads and said:

"Although he was castrated, I can't spend money on his medical treatment. Forget it, it's a loss."

The strong man also showed a sad face, not regretting that he was about to kill the slave, but worried about the disposal of the body.

Although it was not a big deal, it was a bit troublesome.

"Really no one wants it? Copper coins, I'm willing to give five copper coins to transfer. I don't have time to deal with this pile of rotten meat."

"Maybe after dragging him back, he can survive on his own!"

Under the temptation of picking up money for free, someone finally stood up and ordered his slaves to take him back.

Two slaves took the boy away. One of them wanted to carry him back, but the other refused. He pushed the other away and dragged him back on the ground.

The man's voice sounded again:

"Even the slaves themselves feel that their lives are worthless, but they are integrated into all aspects of Rome. This is a slave."

"Master, if you want, I will take you to the next place."

Moen nodded and followed the other party to the next place.

This time they went to the slums.

And when they came, Moen even happened to see the corpse transporter he had seen in the rich area before.

It's just that there are more corpses piled on it than before.

It's so high that Moen almost feels that it blocks the light.

And it's more fragmented.

People here basically don't have collars.

Moen didn't know whether they took off their collars themselves or they were free people.

But Moen knew that the people here were probably living worse than slaves.

Because seeing the pieces of meat and blood spilled on the corpse transporter, many people kept squeezing up to grab them.

Even though everyone knew it was human flesh.

"Just know that it's meat, master. As for what kind of meat it is, it doesn't matter."

"The people here are basically starving to death."

The man's voice continued to sound. And not far in front of the two.

The corpse transporter suddenly stopped.

Then, a large number of corpses were thrown down casually.

In theory, the corpses need to be transported to the church of the dead for memorial and burial.

But here, the corpses of a group of slaves obviously only need to be sent here.

Then those starving guys will help them deal with everything.

As for whether the other party will cause any trouble because of this.

That's impossible. There is a carefully built high wall that strictly blocks everything.

Moreover, for thousands of years, the outside and here have formed a tacit understanding.

No matter how crazy the people inside are, they remember what they can and cannot do.

Otherwise, it's not just about starving to death, but really dying!

Therefore, in such an environment, the corpse transporter can enter freely, and Moen and the two who entered directly have not encountered any attacks so far.

Because the former represents an important source of food, the latter lets them know that they are nobles just from the other party's clothes.

The sound of flesh and blood being separated, torn, and even chewed made Moen feel a little depressed.

After Moen took a deep breath, he wanted to leave here.

But when he turned around, he heard a baby crying that surprised and delighted him.

It was undoubtedly the celebration of a new baby coming into the world.

One of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

This voice made Moen stop, and the man sighed and said:

"Master, I hope you won't read the next thing."

Moen raised his eyebrows and said:

"They want to eat the newborn?"

Moen subconsciously put his hand on his ring. It was not the revolver on his waist, but two goddess hair rings.

"I'm afraid it's not as good as this."

Moen turned around in shock, and at the same time, the sound of a baby crying could be heard in the room.

A woman who looked extremely weak hugged a child and rushed out of the house with bloodshot eyes.

In front of her, there were many people who wanted to stop her and snatch the child away.

But she dodged them one by one. If it weren't for her skirt that was still bleeding, it would be hard for anyone to believe that this was a pregnant woman who had just given birth.

As Moen and the man watched, the woman hugged the child and ran to a checkpoint not far ahead.

That was also the direction the corpse truck came from.

I saw a woman coming with a child in her arms. Several guards immediately stepped forward to disperse the surrounding crowd.

Soon, the child in the woman's hands was put on the scale.

Immediately, the woman's roar rang out:

"Damn you bitch, you little devil, how can you only weigh four pounds? How can you only weigh four pounds!"

It is an unimaginable miracle that a pregnant woman who is already malnourished can give birth to a living child.

But the woman still cursed.

Cursing this kid who only weighs four pounds.

Cursing the child could only bring her four bags of food.

The soldiers drove her away in disgust and threw her four bags of food.

The woman wanted to continue cursing, but she glanced at the hungry crowd and the guards who were just ensuring the safety of the place.

She just tore open the two bags of food and threw them out.

While the crowd was rushing to grab it, he quietly left with the remaining food.

As for the newborn child, the guards immediately sent him behind the wall.

There is no doubt that it is a new slave, a customized slave that allows merchants to freely decide their future direction.

Moen lowered his hand from the ring.

The man's voice sounded again:

"Normally, it is not cost-effective to raise a slave from a child, but since there have been no wars in the past ten years, such an uneconomical transaction has begun to be cost-effective."

"Because it is really difficult for slaves trained in this way to have problems. Although the training cycle is long, they can be sold at a high price to offset the cost!"

"And, look over there."

Looking in the direction of the man's finger, Moen saw another checkpoint.

There was a long line of people waiting somewhere.

But most of the people there are young adults of all kinds.

At least in terms of age.

"There are at least hundreds of checkpoints like this in slums, and this slum has a population of millions."

"Hundreds of slaves are supplied to Capua every day."

"These were one of the main sources of Roman slaves."

Moen raised his eyebrows and said:

"But it's still not enough."

"There's not enough here for the consumption you just saw."

"But there are still ones outside!"

The man calmly explained.

"So you should understand."

"Slaves were already the foundation of this country."

"The nobles need slaves as wealth for squandering and pleasure, the common people need slaves as hands and feet for production, and even the poor need slaves as their only good way out."

"This line was closed epochs ago."

"The poor become slaves, the common people use slaves, and the nobles make slaves."

Seeing that Moen was still silent. The man said seriously:

"I don't know who you are, but judging from your questions, I know that you should be an outside powerful person who wants to change the status quo."

"I guess you should be a great noble of a great country, or even a demigod or even a noble angel!"

"But, Master, slavery has been rooted in Rome for countless ages."

"If you want to change this, not only the nobles will object, but also the poor and common people will object."

"This is a stubborn disease, one that I can't see hope of curing."

After saying that, the man shook his head again and said:

"No, I was wrong. This is not a stubborn disease, this is the cornerstone. It is dirty and bloody, but there is no doubt that it is a solid and reliable cornerstone."

Moen finally responded to him:

"You said Rome, so this is the current situation in the entire Old World?"

"Yes, Master, the whole continent is like this. Even our place is already very elegant."

"In other Roman empires, they wouldn't trade food for newborn babies."

"They just treat people like crops and plant them in factories!"

The man who had been extremely calm all the way could not help but frown when he mentioned this.

"I have seen those factories with my own eyes. One factory can hold 500 pregnant women. They are tied to the bed and rely on various extraordinary means to ensure their survival and the safety of their babies."

"Then they conceive, carry babies, and produce slaves all year round without stopping."

"Even in Pompeii and Rome, the process of slave growth was directly omitted."

"They will use some kind of ritual to make the newborn babies come out of the cage within a few months."

The man who recalled this scene said again:

"I once tried to put such a pregnant woman down from that terrible bed."

"But I couldn't, because her back had grown together with the sheets. Flesh and fabric have completed a blasphemous symbiosis."

"Moreover, she no longer has the ability to think. Her soul is still there, but it is already an empty shell."

"There are almost everyone like her in every factory."

The man's narration became calmer, and Moon's brows furrowed more and more.

"Master, do you know?"

"In fact, according to their productivity, the number of slaves they produce has long exceeded the market demand by several times or even dozens of times."

"But they are still producing non-stop and expanding the scale, while the scale of slaves has not changed much."

Moen almost instantly understood what the other party meant:

"Supernatural breeding?"

Such crazy things have occurred in the crazy God Age and the following eras.

But those guys don't just keep humans in captivity, they directly keep everything worth keeping in captivity, from living things to dead things and even concepts, all of which are kept in captivity for use in supernatural promotion.

This is also the target that all major orthodox churches and every archive of Moen are trying to combat.

Because this is too contrary to human nature.

Of course, it can also be said that this is too in line with human nature.

"It's not as crazy as in history, but many slaves are indeed used for this."

"So, do you understand now, Master?"

"This is not even limited to this old continent without the protection of gods."

Looking at the man who kept dissuading him.

Moon asked the other party seriously:

"They said you were once a consul, why did you become a slave?"

The man looked down at the toga on his body that only the upper class could wear.

Then he laughed at himself:

"Because I once thought that law and hard work could change everything."

Without waiting for Moon to continue asking.

The man said:

"I just told you that there has been no war in the past ten years, do you remember?"

"I remember."

"Thirteen years ago, there was a resistance movement dedicated to destroying slavery."

"It almost swept the entire Old World, and made all the rebels feel that the terrible cloud that had shrouded Rome for countless generations was about to disappear."

"More and more warriors took up arms and joined the tide of resistance."

"Even many big men with good intentions joined in, either openly or secretly."

"I still remember that a great nameless angel appeared in front of us, pointing the way forward for us and defeating the strong enemy for us."

The man's voice was long-lost.

It was as if he had returned to the era that made his blood boil.

"I, we, everyone who participated in it at that time thought we would win, and we all thought we would write a legend for this great war."

"Because we have the support of almost all slaves on the entire continent, we have found countless powerful allies, and even the person who leads us is respected as the living Augustus!"

"But."

The man's blood cooled instantly, he lowered his head and looked at Moon and said:

"But, Master, you can see that I am here now, and I am your slave now."

"Our allies chose to remain silent at the last moment, our companions fell one after another, betrayed, and our leader, the great, true, and only Augustus, also fell in front of us."

Trembling as he said the last sentence, the man said to Moon seriously:

"Master, pretend that nothing happened, pretend that nothing happened, go back to the rich area you should go to, or the upper city area prepared for people like you."

"In the warmth of the beauty and the sweetness of the wine, forget all this and go back to your hometown!"

Looking at the man who advised him seriously.

Moen picked up the ticket, which was a ticket to the New World.

After a moment, Moon handed the boat ticket to the man.

"Take off the collar and leave here, my friend."

The man smiled bitterly:

"Master, it is you who should leave!"

Moen also smiled:

"No, I am back!"

The man asked curiously:

"Who are you?"

Moen put down the boat ticket and reached out to untie the man's collar.

As the collar fell to the ground, the man heard Moon's answer:

"Augustus Julius."

"Scientific Cultivation, Starting from Crossing Two Worlds" is a book by the same author, you can take a look