Huh? Are they all real?

There have been many Augustus in the old continent where Rome was based.

But the most famous and most recognized one is always the first one.

Since him, Augustus has changed from an ordinary name to one of the most honorable titles in the world.

Because this is the person who almost became the real master of the world.

Those who killed him and betrayed him are even proud to use his name and own everything he left.

This is him, the founder of the Holy Roman Republic, and the master of the world who failed to own the world-Augustus Julius.

A Roman name that is not Roman, but for Moen, this is the most Roman Rome!

Because it comes from the two legends of Caesar and Octavian.

It is also the two key points for the Republic to move towards the empire.

This name not only represents Moen's longing for his hometown and his tribute to the legend, but also marks the ending of this archive from the beginning.

I am Octavian, so I come to create. I am still Caesar, so I come to die.

This was Moen's choice. He was clearly aware of the ruin brought by the eldest sons, and there must be someone of sufficient weight to stand up and mend and repair everything.

So Rome came into being, and Augustus appeared since then.

He personally created a powerful and civilized Roman Republic, and gradually took control of this broken world with excellent diplomatic means and strong military force.

Then he began to mend and mend day and night.

In the end, he even made the major churches and even the Supremes who only pinched their noses to admit that there must be a person like him truly recognize his rule.

And they are willing to wait for him until death.

They are also willing to let the crown of the Lord of the World, which the eldest sons have not obtained, be crowned on his head.

Before the last moment of his assassination, the only land that had not yet recognized Roman rule had already been cast for him by the two Supremes, the most luxurious crown in history.

As long as he came in person, he would recognize his rule and annex to Rome, and crown him.

But unfortunately, Augustus, who was just a little bit away from truly ruling the world, died absurdly in the assassination of the Senate.

The gods and kings were all surprised, just because Augustus was the one who joined the alliance.

The idiots in the Senate did not seem to understand why Rome could rule the world.

That was just because everyone knew that someone had to stand up and preside over everything, and they only found Augustus, the only one who met all the requirements.

So, as long as Augustus was alive, they could still recognize Rome.

But if Augustus died, who would care about Rome, which was no longer Rome?

Except for Augustus, who really made achievements, who could make the recovered supremes nod?

The rest of the supremes couldn't do it, let alone the so-called elders who wanted to steal the fruits?

This was something that every normal person at the time could understand, but only the elders who were closest to Augustus didn't understand.

They really thought that Rome's success could bypass Augustus.

Therefore, everything fell apart in an instant.

Even Rome, the only world capital, was destroyed along with the riot.

Although the Holy Roman Republic was destroyed, this great country has left a strong mark all over the world.

To this day, there are still many Roman artifacts unearthed from ruins from all over the world.

Once, this was enough for Moon.

Rome should be like this, creating a short-lived glory and then quietly returning to history.

He and Rome, who have completed the repair of the world, can be freed from this glory that is bound to be destroyed.

Become a beautiful history that everyone can yearn for and worship whenever they talk about it.

If possible, there can be a little bit of Rome left, so that you can recall it and let the world see this history directly.

That would be even better.

So when he heard that the Roman Empire still existed, Moon was really happy.

It also intentionally maintained the historical issue that there were no gods stationed in the old continent.

But Moon didn't expect that Rome would become so crazy after he left.

So, the history of Augustus cannot end here.

He wanted to strangle this stinking poisonous creature born from his corpse with his own hands.

"Augustus Julius."

When Moon said this to the man calmly and solemnly.

The man's eyes were full of disbelief.

And shock like a storm.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back.

It seemed that this would allow him to see clearly whether the man who called himself Augustus was really the Lord of the World.

But unfortunately, he was a mortal, and so was Moon.

So after a brief shock, the man steadied his steps and bowed his head and said:

"Master, I said, Augustus is dead, and you won't be him."

Obviously, the man didn't think Moon was the legend.

He just thought Moon was another good man and fool who wanted to emulate the hero thirteen years ago.

Moon didn't emphasize his identity, he just looked at the man seriously and asked:

"Has anyone ever said the same thing to you? The person thirteen years ago?"

The man looked up at Moon, and after a moment he nodded and said:

"No matter how disappointed the people are with the subsequent Augustus, Augustus will always be the name that people can follow the most, and I and all of us really feel that he is Augustus!"

Integrity, bravery, willing to fight for all injustices, and willing to resist for all slaves.

If this is not Augustus, then it is Augustus who is not worthy of him!

Moen was not angry, he just asked curiously:

"So what's his name?"

"Spartaco, master. His name is Spartaco! The hero who emerged from the Arena of Capua!"

Moen, who remembered the name, nodded, picked up the ticket again and asked:

"Are you leaving Rome then?"

The man shook his head without any yearning and said:

"I was born in Rome, so I should die in Rome, in whatever capacity I may be."

Mohn put down the ticket and threw it on the side of the road.

After wiping his hands carefully, he reached out to the man in front of him and said:

"If I say that I intend to change this wrong situation, are you willing to come with me like you did thirteen years ago?"

Looking at Moen's outstretched hand, and the ticket that Moen threw at his feet.

The man felt his mouth go dry.

He seemed to be thrown into two huge whirlpools.

During the long struggle, he lowered his head and said:

"This is so stupid. You can't win. You lost thirteen years ago!"

But look at the hand that still hasn't put down.

After the man took a deep breath, he still held it:

"Okay, what are you going to do?"

Thirteen years ago, he thought he would win, so he invested all his wealth in it.

Thirteen years later, he felt that he would definitely lose, but he still put all his wealth on it.

I still call Moen you, but it is no longer a reverence for identity, but a respect for character.

"I want to know who is most likely to resist and is most capable of resisting?"

The man said without hesitation:

"Gladiators! There are countless arenas in Rome, and there are at least millions of gladiators. They are all slaves, and they are also the most capable slaves."

"He was the main force in the resistance thirteen years ago."

Several Romes in the Old World have the same origin. Although they themselves do not recognize each other's legal status, in fact many people, including themselves, refer to several Romes as Rome.

Gladiator Revolt?

I like!

Moen nodded and smiled:

"So if I want to buy a Gladiator, where should I go?"

"The Augustus Training Hall is the largest gladiator training hall in Capua."

"Then go there!"

Although the gladiators launched a great rebellion thirteen years ago.

But because of the successful suppression and gladiator culture, it was indeed one of Rome's pillar industries.

Therefore, the existence of gladiators is still preserved.

Just under stricter supervision.

As a result, many gladiator training halls have become state-owned.

But no matter where you go, there are always relationships, and this is also true in Capua, especially in the largest gladiator training hall in Capua.

Amid the turmoil of thirteen years ago, the Augustus Training Center still remained private and stands today.

Deep in the Augustus Training Hall, the owner of the training hall was sitting on his recliner, examining the sudden visit of Moen and the man.

He knew the man, so he smiled directly at Moen and said:

"Quintus! I didn't expect that I could see you again."

Quintus Horace Flaccus, that was the man's full name.

Quintus, who put on the collar again, bowed his head slightly to show respect.

He said nothing, for slaves were not allowed to go round their masters and answer.

After a funny look at Quintus, who had turned from a consul into a slave, the owner of the training hall looked at Morn seriously and said:

"So who are you? What do you want to do here?"

Moen did not answer directly, but took a look at the two shirtless men behind him.

"Is that the Gladiator?"

The owner of the training hall turned around and said:

"Yes, they are one of my best gladiators."

"How many such gladiators do you have?"

"Three hundred and twenty-one, each one is a carefully selected warrior."

He was very proud when he said this.

This is an industry that has been passed down from generation to generation in their family, and it is also the greatest achievement of his life.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party actually said directly:

"I want to buy them all."

The face of the owner of the training hall darkened slightly, and everyone present was in a commotion.

It seems like he is here to cause trouble.

"Sir, if you have nothing to do, please leave. I'm not interested in talking to people like you."

He came to meet him because the other party brought a high-level slave like Quintus.

It's not just the other party who is still making fun of them.

After Moen waved his hand, he signaled Quintus to take out the thing.

It was a Tyrian purple ribbon.

The purple of Tyre is the most precious purple in Rome and even in the world today.

Also known as the true purple.

Things that can be used for this are generally very precious.

Especially the ribbon, a symbol that has a special meaning.

"I heard that the owner of the Augustus Training Center wants to get involved in politics. But he has been struggling without a suitable stepping stone?"

The owner of the training hall said noncommittally:

"Yes, but so what? I have several ribbons like this."

"And they were all given to our training hall by successive Capua consuls and even the emperor!"

Moen laughed:

"But this one is Augustus's ribbon!"

The owner of the training hall still shook his head and laughed:

"Maybe I didn't explain it clearly. One of the ribbons in our training hall was given by Augustus."

"I'm talking about Augustus of the Holy Roman Republic."

The owner of the training hall stopped talking suddenly.

He looked at the purple ribbon in disbelief.

"How to prove it?"

"There is his handwriting on the ribbon. I think you should be able to find a reliable appraiser with your identity?"

Quintus also showed the name that was written not long ago to everyone.

To be honest, when he saw Moon nonchalantly replace the ribbon with another handwriting of Augustus and write the name casually, he admitted that he almost suffocated.

Then, with the swallowing sound of the venue owner, the best appraiser in Capua also rushed over.

At first glance, he thought this thing might be a fake.

It was too new.

But when he saw the handwriting, his frown and disdainful look changed instantly.

He kept rubbing his eyes, and then took out eye drops and dripped them continuously.

Finally, after confirming that this was really the handwriting of Augustus, he was extremely excited to hold the ribbon and kiss it continuously:

"Original, it's real! Really!"

It is said that Augustus had a total of three Tyrian purple ribbons, but they all disappeared with the fall of Rome.

Unexpectedly, he could still see one of them in his lifetime.

Seeing the other party's behavior, the venue owner hurriedly took it from the other party.

This is his, what if he kissed it badly?

After confirming that it was not damaged or stained, he asked in disbelief:

"So this is real?"

The appraiser looked at the ribbon he took away reluctantly and said:

"Of course it is real, it is undoubtedly the authentic work of Augustus."

"But is it too new? It looks like it was made last month?"

The appraisal master sneered:

"It is normal if it is new. This is Augustus's ribbon. If you get it, will you try your best to make it look the same as the original? If you still don't believe it. Hal! Come on!"

The prophet named Hal stepped forward immediately.

This made Moen look at him more. He remembered that when he first went to the Eastern Commercial Union to sell the authentic work of the Shang and Zhou dynasties that he had made last week, it was also a prophet named Hal who was responsible for confirming it.

However, because Hal had the master's stepping stone, he fed himself a bunch of potions when he came up.

After all preparations were made, he raised his hand and started the appraisal, which is also the prediction.

"Tell me if this is Augustus's sash!"

As soon as he finished speaking, this Hal fell asleep just like the previous Hal.

Looking at the prophet who fell down, the gym owner stretched out his hand to Moon without any doubt and said:

"This training hall is yours!"

"Training hall? No, I want your gladiators. I want to take them to the south to challenge other gladiators."

Capua is the capital of Eastern Rome, and it is not suitable to fight directly here.

The gym owner was even happier when he heard this.

"Ah, then I will prepare a clearance certificate, a carriage and food for you!"

Gladiators are not allowed to use airships as a means of fast movement. This is the only restriction that Rome is still seriously adhering to.