Old Sword Master

The nobles were walking slowly, talking softly.

A banquet is being held here.

400 40 The Man Who Defeated Hannibal

The nobles in Rome were talking about the management of the manor while enjoying wine and fruit.

“How is your vineyard in Spain recently?”

“Don’t mention it, the aqueduct is ruined again. Those Iberian idiots seize every opportunity to be lazy, and they are not even a slave.”

“I have a good batch of German slaves here, you can try it out, you have great strength!”

“Pull it down, the Iberian slave is just lazy, and the German slave will bite my steward with his teeth when he finds an opportunity, and they are all stupid idiots, and they can’t learn to write their own names.”

“Germanic slaves are that’s all. They are cheap anyway, but the high-priced Greek slaves have always resisted recently. It’s really hateful. The literate slaves are troublesome, and they will be connected.”

“It’s not that the Seleucids won a game that made them think about it, Cato is really…”

“Don’t say this, the former consul of Cato is a noble citizen, and Master Afrikanus will get angry after hearing this.”

“I didn’t say he was not, he was noble and I was convinced.”

These nobles all complained, their saliva was dry, and then they picked up the wine that the slave was holding at all times to add moisture. Of course, they didn’t worry that these slaves would bite their necks, and they didn’t need to worry about leaks.

The slaves in Scipio’s mansion are the most tame. They are absolutely impossible. They can not only work, but they can also trust them even if they go to the battlefield. Scipio has provided them with good things. Not to mention the treatment, the food and clothing, the doctor when sick, the sacrifice when dead, are better than most Romans in remote colonies.

Not to mention that they still have a future. The great Scipia family’s wealth is amazing. Of course, he himself has won countless spoils of war in the battlefield martial arts, and he is very generous in the release of slaves.

The Scipio family has so many properties, and many of the managers of remote estates are released slaves.

In fact, the steward who is directing the work of other slaves is a slave that was released. Of course, this kind of close-serving slave can be regarded as a personal thing in Rome!

The old men who were talking to their master at this time were the most powerful figures in Rome.

All of them had sparse hair, and the elders in purple robes gathered around Scipio to discuss more important matters.

Scipio’s surname is also his honorific name. “Afrikanus” comes from his great victory on the Black Continent, Africa. As the main force to destroy Hannibal’s forces in the Battle of Zama, he helped the Roman Republic end with absolute superiority. For the second commemoration of the Carthage War, he was awarded this distinguished surname by the Elder’s Council in Rome.

Merely this prominent figure is a youngster in his early 30s. The Scipio Abbey surrounded by them is younger than everyone. He has a clean face, a refreshing face, and full of green (春chūn) vitality.

When he was less than 30 years old, he took over from his dead father and brother to clean up the situation in Spain. He was burdened with the death and loss of honor of father and Uncle. Hasdruba Baka in Peak, in his early 30s, defeated perhaps one of the best soldiers in human history Hannibal Baka in Zama.

This has achieved his eternal reputation, and also built the Roman Republic’s dominance in the Mediterranean. In most of the trends of fate, this dominance will continue for 1000 years, although the last few 100 years are very hurried, and the Carthage Republic will be in 50 years. Later turned into dust.

However, this flow of fate is undergoing extremely dangerous changes for the Romans because of the appearance of Wood.

The elders all smelled danger, they pointed out various countermeasures, and several of the surrounding slaves had their ears pricked.

Although the slaves are treated very well, most of the slaves inevitably still have their homeland in their hearts, most of them are worried, and some of them are resentful.

“His Excellency, there is really no one to solve this matter except you. You have to worry about this Spanish uprising. When you killed their father and brother, they would listen to you.”

Hearing this, a strong slave from the Iberian Peninsula was shaking in his heart.

“I will not go to Spain. I promised several chiefs to betray Hannibal’s 1,000,000 silver coins. The Elder’s Council has not allocated funds to them so far. I feel sorry for them. I promised several Spanish beauties to let their tribe live a good life. Don’t have the face to see them.” Scipio refused.

“You have to go to Greece once, Your Excellency, Africa. It’s much richer than Spain. Afrikaans, don’t you always say that the wealth of Greece can water the Roman civilization? They are afraid of you. You can get at least 1,000,000 silver coins once you go. , And Macedonians also deserves a beating. Last time we said that the army would reduce or exempt some of the indemnities, their ambassador actually took the opportunity to talk about canceling all the indemnities. I don’t know what Cato thinks and what the indemnity agreement was given. Those fabrics and pottery are too extravagant and will damage the spirit of our Romans??”

A female slave from Thebes, Greece, was very excited. Her mother state with the same name as the ancient city of Egypt had long been destroyed by Alexander the Great. Now she is looking forward to hearing that Macedonia and other Greek city-states want bad luck.

But she was soon disappointed to find that Scipio waved his hand indifferently, obviously not interested in bullying the declining Kingdom of Macedonia.

“Old Cato was indeed a little lenient with the Kingdom of Macedonia in order to get supplies, but didn’t you also say that Antioch III should be resolved as soon as possible? Elder’s Council unanimously approved, and the Macedonian king sent a beautiful younger sister to explain the situation. , I was persuaded by her methodical words at the time.” Da Scipia refused again.

“Your Excellency Afrikanus, you should go to Egypt once. Those guys can only feel the importance that Rome attaches to them when they see your Excellency. They will not be terrified by Antiochus III.

Several Seleucid war slaves from Asia Minor were suddenly tense. Although a contest with Scipio may be inevitable, they still hope that they can come as soon as possible.

“If you don’t go, the place in Egypt is too boring. I can’t stand the feminine makeup.” But Scipio still refused.

He seemed impatient when he listened to the other elders. He poured half a glass of wine from time to time, and then scanned the figures of the ladies, getting some autumnal eyes, and giving back some more ambiguous smiles.

“I think your Excellency Africanus is still going to Africa. The Republic of Carthage is our confidant.” A youngster who is a few years younger than Scipio, and also wears the robe of the elders, waited for several elders to finish. , Also put forward his own opinions.

The atmosphere of the whole banquet suddenly became 30% serious when this was said. The most slaves here were Gaul and Carthaginians. Most of the former followed Hannibal into Rome and wanted to capture the slaves, but they turned out to be themselves. Became a slave, the latter was captured from the countless cities of Carthage that Great Scipio had broken through. Needless to say, the latter, even though most of the former did not want Hannibal’s motherland to be destroyed, even if the commander could not let them Be the master, but almost no one criticized Hannibal.

“Oh, Marcus, why are you the same as Old Cato all day, you see that he is already crazy, so don’t worry about Carthage.”

“Yes, the Carthaginians are paying indemnities obediently and honestly. Every time the silver is of high quality, how can we betray the sacred contract?”

“We have fought the Seleucids and the Iberian Barbarian Race, adding a third front is extremely stupid!”

The veterans did not take the youngster’s opinion seriously.

Marcus was old Cato’s son-in-law, and if his tyrannical father-in-law was sane, they wouldn’t dare to talk like that.

“Ah, ah, don’t talk about work, don’t talk about work.” Scipio interrupted everyone’s siege of Marcus, “Come on, have another glass. This is Spanish wine with a slightly acidic taste. ”