Roman Slave Owner

Can't it be higher?

said Aetius.

No matter how high it is? I can go directly to Asia to buy it. The slaves in Asia are much cheaper than in Rome. Four dramaks can buy a slave.

The businessman said dissatisfied.

Okay, just two dinars.

Aetius said helplessly.

There are less than a thousand people in this village, and the money for selling slaves is pitifully low. Fortunately, there are cattle and sheep as supplements.

Sir, I have something to tell you.

Spartacus said.

What's up?

asked Aetius.

Can you not sell them into slaves?

Spartacus asked.

No, this is the end of fighting against Rome. They must pay the price for their actions.

Aetius shook his head, But if you can take out 2000 dramaks, I can sell them to you.

Wait a minute, I want all these people.

Spartacus said quickly, and went to find those fellow village partners after speaking.

They have a lot of money in their hands, so they can borrow some of it from them.

You don't mind having one more competitor.

Aetius said to the merchants.

casual.

said the merchants.

This time Li Wei offended many businessmen because they had few competitors.

Moreover, Li Wei dealt with more than 100,000 prisoners of war a while ago, which had already consumed a lot of their funds, so they didn't care about such a small number of slaves.

Not long after, Spartacus and a few others came over with the money bag.

This is more than 1,200 dramaks, and we will forfeit the income from this operation.

Spartacus said.

This is against the rules, I need cash, I need to distribute it to the soldiers.

Aetius shook his head and said.

Plus the salaries of all the soldiers in our village this month.

Spartacus gritted his teeth and said.

Aetius nodded after thinking about it. More than 200 fighters were dispatched from their village, and the total amount was far more than 2000 dinars.

Okay then, but let me advise you, it's best not to do this. We will wipe out all the Thracian tribes who support the Pontus here. You can't save them all.

Aetius took the purse and said.

Hearing this, it was like a thunderstorm exploding in Spartacus's mind, and he was completely stunned.

How many... how many people are there in those tribes?

Spartacus asked in a trembling voice.

There must be tens of thousands of people.

Aetius thought for a while and said.

Spartacus was completely stunned at the thought that tens of thousands of Thracians would be sold as slaves by the Romans.

We can't hurt innocent people! They are just women and children who didn't fight!

Spartacus said angrily.

Their families joined the army of Pontus! No one can harm Rome without paying the price.

Aetius said sternly.

Even then, there is no need to sell them all as prisoners! Don't lie to me, I know that some people rebelled against Rome, but Rome finally forgave them.

Spartacus said.

He was not a fool. There were many people who rebelled against Rome these days, but not everyone who rebelled against Rome was sold as a slave, and some became friends of the Romans instead.

Aetius blushed from his rebuttal, but the merchants laughed, and one of the merchants said, Aetius, it seems that you have no status in the eyes of this barbarian, and you dare to openly contradict you.

Barbarian?

How dare they call themselves barbarians?

Although Spartacus heard many people secretly calling the Thracian that, but it was the first time he was so angry.

Looking at Spartacus' eyes that were shining fiercely, those businessmen couldn't help but become frightened.

What are you going to do?

What are you doing?

At this time, a voice came from the side.

Spartacus looked over,

It was found to be a military tribune who directed the operation.

It's nothing, it's just a small matter, and it will be dealt with immediately.

Aetius said with a smile on his face, and then pulled Spartacus to the side.

Spartacus, who do you think you are to talk to me like this? I'm telling you honestly, don't bring your tribe's temper here. This is the Roman army! Don't say it's your tribe, it's your whole Thracians are nothing to Rome.

Have you seen what happened to the king of Pontus? He has an army of 300,000, but now we are chasing him in a panic. Are you Thracians stronger than Pontus? If you continue to do what you did before, you will give You yourself, bring disaster to your tribe.

Aetius said angrily, just now Spartacus really didn't give him face, which made him very angry.

Spartacus felt extremely angry, but he finally endured it, and he understood who was good to him.

I'm very sorry!

Spartacus said.

It's okay, don't do it again next time, not everyone is as good-tempered as me.

Aetius patted him on the shoulder lightly and said, after getting along for so long, he understood that Spartacus is actually a good man except for a little pride.

Spartacus nodded, and then left here with a blank expression. The Thracians were a little worried seeing him like this, so they left a few people to accompany him.

After an unknown time, some Thracians came to him.

Thank you for saving us, may the gods bless you, kind Thracian.

Said a Thracian who also had tattoos on his body.

Spartacus glanced at them, and dozens of Thracians appeared in front of them, including old people and children, looking at him with extremely grateful eyes.

Hurry up and go, don't be caught by them again.

Spartacus said.

We...we have no food, they have taken all our clothes, our houses have been burned, and if we leave now, we will starve to death, freeze to death.

The Thracian said, and after they finished speaking, they all looked at Spartacus with pleading eyes.

Spartacus looked around, and after the looting was over, the Roman soldiers set all the houses on fire, and the whole village was engulfed in flames.

This made him so angry that he developed a heartfelt dislike for the Roman army.

These damn Romans are completely driving people to a dead end.

It's very humble, there's nothing I can do.

Spartacus shook his head and said, he left here without turning his head.

There were more than a thousand of them, and he couldn't afford to support them anyway.

Seeing Spartacus leaving, those Thracians fell into despair.

When winter came, they had no houses, no warm clothes, no money and food, and they had no choice but to die.

During the next march, Spartacus became confused.

What on earth are they fighting for? Why did they help the Romans oppress the Thracians? He is completely confused!

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